#his face is so fucking fun to twist into expressions of pleasure

[druizard]

WIP Gale sketch💜

Eyeing you from across camp~

Artwork by Charlee-Monstah/Druizard

[sweetteainthesummerx]

wrapped 'round my finger !

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pairings: quinn hughes x best friend!reader, quinn x sunshine!reader

warnings: angst and comfort, fluff, smut, fem!reader is described as smaller (shorter?), and swearing.

summary: you're the sweetest thing on planet earth, but you have terrible taste in guys. however, you've got the captain of the canucks wrapped around your pinky. too bad you don't see him that way...right?

trope: best friends to lovers, idiots in love, grumpy x sunshine, whipped boyfriend

word count: 1.3 k

notes: princess treatment is WHAT EVERY GIRL DESERVES!! also I just love quinn hughes :) happy reading!!

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bsf! quinn hughes who absolutely is wrapped around your finger. he loves you so freaking much and he's so in love with you it's all over his face. bo and millsy take turns making fun of him, while petey watches his lovelorn expression with a teasing grin.

bsf! quinn hughes who treats you like a princess: he's always giving you his jacket when you pout because you're cold, even though he already told you to bring a sweater. he's always opening doors, cans of soda before he hands it to you. he grumbles when you flutter your eyelashes at him, but flushes pink anyways and does what you want.

bsf! quinn hughes who doesn't let you lift a finger when you're together. he does everything for you, because you deserve to be taken care of.

bsf! quinn hughes who has to watch you date guy after guy, something sour and heated twisting in his chest because they can't treat you right like he does.

bsf! quinn hughes who finally confesses his love for you after you complain about a guy who left you at the restaurant to pick up a package during your date, because he's so fucking fed up with you being unhappy and the fact he can't kiss you like wants to.

bsf! quinn hughes who kisses you hard and rough as you whine into his mouth and clutch at his shirt while he grips your hips hard enough to leave a bruise.

bsf! quinn hughes who doesn't let you go, instead picking you up and (gently) tossing you on the bed. he crawls up to lick into your mouth one more time before going down on you.

bsf! quinn hughes who's totally a munch, but only for you. he keeps going even after you cum all over his face twice. you're grinding against his nose, as he murmurs "just one more". you're all teary and fucked out, but he pulls two more orgasms from you: one with his fingers and the other with you canting you hips on his thigh.

bsf! quinn hughes who groans and throws his head back when he finally pushes himself into your heat, after you tell him you're on the pill. you feel so much better than his hand during roadies where he moans your name to find release. you claw at his back, grabbing at his biceps as you call his name. he wants to swallow you whole.

bsf! quinn hughes who has dreamed of you on your back in his sheets, your manicured nails scraping his scalp as he ruts into you. the pleasure is almost unbearable, and he shudders all over. he has one forearm above your head to hold his weight, the other pressed on your belly where he can feel himself moving within you.

bsf! quinn hughes who marks up your neck as you whimper and mewl at the overstimulation, trying to wiggle away. he mouths at your pulse, relishing in the way it thumps loud and fast.

bsf! quinn hughes who grunts and almost comes when you lock your legs around his waist, whining for him to fuck you harder. he grabs your chin so you can watch as he lifts one of your knees over his shoulder, both of you rolling your eyes back at the new angle.

bsf! quinn hughes who is enraptured as you come on his cock, crying and pulling him close. he murmurs, "good job, baby. that's it. ride it out". you finally settle down as he rides out your high as long as possible.

bsf! quinn hughes who is still incredibly hard and pent up, but your hole is too sensitive. he's ready to take himself in his hand, except you flip yourself over onto your tummy, tucking your chin over you shoulder with your ass in the air, all tired bedroom eyes and mussed hair. he tells you you're perfect as he fulfills another of his wet dreams. he makes a mess of you, and presses his lips to your spine as he finally releases.

bsf! quinn hughes who holds you close in the shower, as you give slow, languid kisses to his chest.

bsf! quinn hughes who asks you shyly to be his as he cuddles you to sleep from behind. you tell him yes, flipping to shove your face into his neck, hiding your massive grin. he smiles: he finally got the girl.

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bf! quinn hughes who is way more publicly affectionate with you than anyone has seen him be, especially after you guys finally get together.

bf! quinn hughes who becomes so clingy that even his brothers cringe at the way he becomes an absolute baby when you enter the room.

bf! quinn hughes who loves being cooed and fussed over. he loves when you feed him after a long game, eating straight from your fingers as he leans back on the headboard of your shared bed as you sit on his lap, pushing bites of food past his lips.

bf! quinn hughes who is so proudly a loverboy. he always has to have a hand on your back, an arm around your waist or shoulder. petey jokes that his eyes are practically magnetic to you.

bf! quinn hughes who's not that tall - especially since he's surrounded by other bigger hockey players - but you make him feel like the biggest man in the world. you always tuck your tiny hand into the crook of his elbow, clinging to his bicep as the two of you walk in public. he loves how you need to tiptoe and tug him down to kiss him, despite the neck pain.

bf! quinn hughes who loves to toss you around like a ragdoll, safely, of course. he loves to manhandle you: throwing you over his shoulder playfully and slapping your ass as you shriek, swatting his broad back. he picks you up like you weigh nothing to plop you down on the counter to hear you yap as he makes breakfast. you climb him like a tree when there's a spider in your en suite bathroom.

bf! quinn hughes who loves seeing you wear his clothes, because you look so cute drowning in his hoodies. his favourite thing to come back home to is you wrapped up in one of his jersey's - a warm flush pleasant over his skin because you're wearing his last name so proudly - and a home cooked meal after a hard game.

bf! quinn hughes loves to make you laugh, and will talk hours with you even though he has a hard time opening up to anyone else. he also loves listening to you talk, because you're just so kind and good to everyone, and it shows through the loving way you speak.

bf! quinn hughes who loves when you compliment him. a "good job, quinny. you played real good today", or a "thank you for dinner, baby" or even "please don't shave your playoff beard! you look so handsome" gets him all hot and bothered.

bf! quinn hughes who for sure has a captain kink. it's a heat of the moment thing for you, when he's got his face tucked into your neck as he grinds down into you, and you mewl his name along with his title. he stops, and you slap a hand over your mouth in embarrassment. he tugs it off, teeth scraping at your jaw as he tells you to say it again.

bf! quinn hughes who is bossy - in bed and out - and you love it. you love when he tells you to dress nice for a date to your favourite restaurant, who orders your food for you because he already knows what you want, who tells you to buy something pretty with his credit card because he can spoil you that way.

bf! quinn hughes who just loves you so much!!

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[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ alastor + allowing you to ride him

character: alastor warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, pet/master dynamic (use of the term Master), toxic relationship, edging, pet names, fem!reader words: 665

Alastor doesn’t normally enjoy being ridden; Alastor doesn’t normally allow you to ride him. It relinquishes too much control, grants you too much power, and leaves him feeling bored and restless.

Most of the time. 

But sometimes, he gives in. Sometimes, he lets you use him like a toy.

And sometimes, when he’s feeling especially cruel, when he’s feeling like he wants to put in the effort and play, he’ll force you to edge yourself on him, eyes never leaving the pages of his novel as he nonchalantly instruct you to speed up, slow down, swivel, bounce, stop, hold, hold, hold—cockhead digging into that swollen patch of flesh buried deep within you, his hips shifting in micro-circles as he grinds into sensitive flesh, pained little sounds climbing higher and higher, tinged with pleasure, and don’t you dare fucking cum, darling—now begin again. 

So you do, and he drones on, commands drawling from his lips without casting you a single glance, eyes skimming over the words in front of his face, sometimes hovering, sometimes retracing their past trails, but never leaving the page. 

It’s almost offensive, how bored his tone is, how much he acts as if this doesn’t matter to him, as if he doesn’t care, as if it’s all for you, despite the way his cock twitches and his breath hitches, the very edges of his words gone wispy whenever your orgasm is on the cusp of cresting. 

He knows your body so well that he doesn’t even need to see you—doesn’t need to read the expressions on your face, features twisted tight with hedonism, doesn’t need to witness the harsh trembles rippling through your flesh—to know when you’re teetering on the edge of full-blown pleasure. 

No, he can feel it, feel it in the way your cunt begins to pulse with irregular flutters around his shaft; he can hear it, hear it in the cracked gasps he keeps forcing from your chest, fragments catching on thick moans; he can smell it, smell it in the dense, heady arousal copiously coating his thighs, slick and shimmering. 

“Please, Master,” you’re finally sobbing, when every muscle in your body has gone achy and heavy with continuously coiled tension, never allowed to loosen, release, snap, constantly rewound with a few simple orders. “Please, please, let me cum. It—It hurts!” 

It’s supposed to hurt, you silly little girl. It’s not fun if it doesn’t. 

“Now, now,” he’s saying conversationally, the slight breathlessness to his tone the only indication he’s being affected at all. “You wanted this, remember, sweetheart? You asked for it. Begged, actually, if I recall correctly.” 

You did, you did, but you’ve been at this for over an hour now, your body lacquered with sweat, quivering as tiny tremors of overstimulation bolt through your veins with each brush of your clit, each rub of his head, leaving your flesh feeling hypersensitive, overexposed. 

“I just—I thought—I wanted to—” hiccups stutter your words, nose twitching with a harsh sniffle.

A coo drips from his lips, spoiled syrup, sick and sadistic. Poor, pathetic baby. 

It stings, his disregard corrosive, gnawing away at your cheeks. A fresh torrent of tears floods your eyes, casting a thick watery shield that bulges along your lash line, wavering on the verge of overflowing, a single slow blink sending them cascading down your face in glittering streams. 

“Really, you should’ve known better,” he’s saying as you collapse against his chest, weeping into the curve of his neck. “What else did you possibly expect?” 

You don’t know, you aren’t sure, you can’t remember, brain gone melty and stupid beneath the constant enticement of pleasure, held just out of your grasp. Something tangles on your tongue, garbled and wet as it seeps into his flesh, fingers curling in starched cotton as you attempt to pull him closer. 

“Oh, dear,” he sighs gleefully, a palm petting your head. “If you want to ride me, you have to pay the price.”

[anantaru]

HAI YORUUUUU I LOVE YOUR WORKS SMMMMMM, which boys do you think would be really rough?

including. zhongli, childe

cw. dom zhongli & dom childe, dirty talk, messy and sticky!!! rough syx, teasing you, fem! reader

— ꒰ ZHONGLI ꒱

zhongli wants to break here and there, and perhaps his nature was to blame for his lack of restraint right now, because in reality— he wasn't patient when it comes to you, particularity to this, he couldn't hold back the carnal desire seeping in his bones whenever you enclose around his shaft.

but he finds it so enchanting, how every time he drags his cock into you harder, presses deeper against the plump lips of your pussy, as well as rushing through your walls slowly in and out, you take it with a pitched whine and a shiver on your spine, your throat burning with lust.

you drive him crazy. it really takes unparalleled strength to deny himself of you. it must be your scent, or your noises bearing a resemblance to silk.

when it comes to morax, or as you called him— zhongli, despite him masking as a human, he owned an overbearing strength compared to that of mere mortals, a divinity rummaging in his veins and staying with him no matter what.

while his experience too, had to be uncountable.

he can fuck you all night, he has fucked you multiple times. pulled and twisted you into various positions and shadowed his sheer strength above your own fragile one— thrusting his long, veiny length into your warm cunt to the pure limitations of you, until you're writhing, utterly consumed with pleasure, not finding the strength to stop yourself from throbbing around him.

and despite that, his hunger still, cannot be quenched.

you obediently hold his gaze when he cradles your face gently, pressing in close and drawing an arm over your naked body— the new expression on his face was concealed, aside from the lust you ignited in him you couldn't catch a sight of something else.

although under further focus you watch the seriousness melt from his stare as something feral, disgustingly carnal slips into place.

he thrusts his cock through your ruined pussy as he strains his hot, twitching shaft by fucking through your cunt fervently, your eyes criss-crossing when he gets faster and deeper, his balls bouncing off your flesh and igniting the room with lewd sounds.

yet within a drag of his cock, zhongli leans into your body, the warmth in his voice offering enough contentment to wrap your arms around his chest and draw him nearer as he parts his lips, "you will tell me if it hurts?" he whispers into your cheek, making sure, sighing wistfully as he smears his saliva on your skin before kissing you, "and if it's too slow, darling. i have to hear you,"

you're just so soaked by how he articulated himself, how he presented his golden eyes and touched you that you're so hot in your skin right now, utterly certain that he could very well melt against your body like this.

an infatuation of being filled to your capacity by his thick, stretched-out erection turns your thoughts into dense clouds, the nerves in your body into putty beneath his hands— it's over, and an interval of choked cries echoes from your throat as he deepens your connection.

zhongli bites down hard on his lower lip, nearly splitting the fragile flesh as he sinks and sinks and sinks back into you, the overwhelming taste of fullness turning you almost out of commission as you bend your hips up obediently, finding solace in the hands of the man who promised to protect you, take care of you, love you.

— ꒰ CHILDE ꒱

childe will thrust into you with a force that repeatedly hits the bed-frame against the wall and shifts the mattress beneath your combined weight.

his strength was almost frightening, as well as intriguing, perhaps both— and archons, childe was truly so good at this, he turns you slicked and desperate without blinking once.

it's all fun and games to the eleventh harbinger, and he's up for another challenge tonight. can he make you cum faster this time? well, he knows your body better than anybody else and might even believe that he'd be aware of your sugar-glazed spots inside your pretty pussy more than you were.

childe was insufferable, truly, and every time he rolled his hips slowly into your heat to taunt you, pretend like he doesn't want to fuck you hard and fast, he pulls out of your warmth and messes up your slobbering pussy by suddenly grinding in deep. thick globules of your arousal, hefty in amount, glissading from your hole whenever he moved you body back and forth his cock like you're his own, personal ragdoll.

"so pretty..." ajax muses, his eyes slipping shut when he leans in to kiss you abruptly, your shy whimpers morphing into panting gasps with a desperate need to kiss him back.

shortly after, he releases your lips with a raw, sinful sound before indulging his fingers in tracing along the curves of your pretty hips, "ahh, i can't hold back anymore, what will you do about that, baby?"

"you'll take it, right?" childe continues, his forehead bedewed in sweat as he narrows his brows when you clench down on his shaft resting inside the snug confines of your pussy, "yeah... I will baby, just please move again," you mumble back helplessly, and flinch right after when he turns to your chest to lightly tease your nipples and squeeze your breasts in his palm, simply bathing in the glory of your naked body.

a twinkle of amusement animates his eyes, "you know," he says amiably, beginning to smother your walls with his shaft again as he rests his forehead against your own, "it's nearly too much to bear for me, when you do that," childe whines brazenly, like he wanted you to hear the filthiness in his tone as he points towards your hole fluttering around his length.

"—and yet, it's nowhere near enough to me, all the more reason to continue this all night long," he smirks with a sharp lick of his tongue into your mouth before forcing your cunt to swallow his cock to the complete base of him, "to fuck you baby, until you're so ruined for me baby, until we both are,"

his chest sticks to your glistening body before he pushes himself off you to place on hand against the bed frame while the other kept your hips in place.

childe grins triumphantly when you pull your legs further apart as he begins to move faster, the shape of your cunt already morphed in the size of his shaft as you take his blows like he needed you to— and you're basking in the roughness and experience, drooling messily as he fucks you until you're done for.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

[kissesbyliz]

getting caught

(feat. simon "ghost" riley, johnny "soap" mactavish)

cw: smut!! mdni, actually pretty fluffy, dom!simon x sub!johnny and reader

it was early in the morning, the sun barely present through your windows when you woke up. a soft smile stretched across your face as your drowsy eyes landed on a half awake johnny. you watched as his eyes slowly blinked themselves awake, before he leaned forward to plant a gentle kiss on your lips.

"mornin' bonnie." he greeted you, the tone of his voice low and raspy from having just woken up. on the other side of him, your other partner was still fast asleep, indicated by the slow rise and fall of his chest.

"good morning, johnny." you nuzzled into the warmth of his bare chest with a contented sigh. you basked in the comfort of the early morning, appreciating the feeling of having your boys around you that seemed to be so rare nowadays due to their careers.

...however, it seemed as though your body had other plans. warmth bloomed in your core as a tempting daydream played across your mind. fuck, the tone of his voice in the morning always managed to do things to you. your libido was always so high in the mornings, after all.

you glanced back up at johnny, something close to mischief shining in your eyes. you slowly trailed a hand underneath the plush blanket and down his body, barely grazing his length that was still covered by his boxers. you heard him gulp in response to your touch, a look of warning palpable in his blue eyes.

"would love to, princess. but si' is right there." he whispered to you, his bigger hand moving to circle around your wrist but not applying any pressure to actually stop you. you two weren't allowed to play with each other without simon's supervision, unless you two wanted to be in for a cruel punishment. you only giggled, fully groping his hardening length in your hands as he desperately tried to hold back a moan.

"better be quiet then, huh, johnny?" you teased. "technically, we're not breaking any rules if he's right there."

his mouth opened to counter your words, but any and all attempts at protest left him as your hand slid quicker against his cock. instead, his head fell back against the pillows in pleasure, and you could see the gears turning in his mind as he contemplated your words.

he swiftly peered over his side, checking to make sure that simon was still fast asleep, before letting out a defeated sigh and shifting to give you better access. his bigger hand came up to rest on the small of your back, cradling you to his body as you released him from the confines of his boxers. you slowly worked your hand up and down his length, the precum leaking from his cock aiding in your motions. his brow furrowed in pleasure, soft sighs escaping him in place of the low groans your touch would usually draw out of him.

you bit your lip at the sight of him coming so undone; the soft rays of sunshine always managed to make him look so ethereal in the mornings.

all of a sudden, a muscled arm unconsciously came up to lay across the expanse of johnny's chest. the two of you immediately froze, looking to your lover who fortunately seemed to still be fast asleep. you held back a snort at johnny's disgruntled grimace, unsatisfied from the pleasure you took in making him suffer.

you continued stroking his cock, biting your lip at the sounds of pleasure your fingers were drawing out of him. he was getting close, you noted by the increasingly quickening pants that were muffled under his hand. you twisted your hand just the way you know he likes, eager to bring him to his climax.

"you two having fun over there?" a deep voice rumbled from the other side of johnny. you squeaked in surprise, immediately retracting your hand from your lover's body. looking up, your attention was now directed at simon who was slowly getting up to prop his head on his hand, peering at the two of you. you weren't able to discern the expression he had on his face, but if you knew anything about him, you knew that it didn't mean anything good.

"well, don't stop on my account, love." he encouraged you, eyebrows raising. you gulped, not daring to move a muscle. it was a trap, you figured. he always loved to challenge you to dig yourself into a bigger hole.

"s-si' we weren't doin'--"

"wasn't askin' you," simon shot a harsh look at johnny, causing him to shut up immediately. the younger man sat up straighter as you did, anticipating simon's next words.

the blonde then heaved a heavy sigh, as though he was disappointed that he had to punish the both of you so early in the day.

"i'm gonna finish off johnny here, and you're gonna sit there and watch, princess. since you were so eager to break the rules, you're not getting anything." he declared. his words made you groan in frustration, but a sharp glare from him was all it took for you to quiet down. he sternly directed you to sit on the foot of your shared bed, and you obliged with a grimace, facing the two of them.

simon climbed behind johnny, the man obediently moving to make room for his partner's bulkier body. a big hand soon wrapped itself around johnny's cock, picking up where you left off. you held your breath as you watched simon's hand working up and down his length, every single inch of the sight only serving to further heighten your arousal.

simon muttered hushed words into johnny's ear as he stroked him. you couldn't tell exactly what he was uttering, but you knew it was nothing short of filthy, as whimpers soon spilled out of the younger man as a result. johnny's head fell back against simon's shoulder as he gratefully accepted every ounce of pleasure being drawn out of him.

the sight of your lovers being so intimate with each other made wetness pool in your underwear. your thighs clenched in attempt to sate the aching of your clit for any bit of stimulation, desperate to get in on the action.

"please, simon, wanna fuck him.." you finally whined, squirming from your place on the foot of your bed. simon barely spared you a glance, seemingly indifferent to your needy whines as he focused on jerking your partner off.

"you don't deserve it," he chuckled meanly as he nipped at johnny's neck, leaving marks.

"please si', need to cum," the man on top of him panted, his chest heaving. if the way you were getting him off before had him flustered, then now he was properly ruined, eyes screwing shut in pleasure as his hips bucked up desperately. you were definitely skilled in pleasuring your partners, but simon ultimately knew just how to make the two of you break.

"go right ahead, baby." simon encouraged into his ear, flicking his wrist faster. spurts of white painted johnny's stomach a moment later, as he came with a low groan. johnny panted heavily as he grew lax in simon's embrace, recovering from the aftermath of his orgasm.

you could only watch the exchange, feeling so, so neglected as you stared at the two of them. by now, the heat in your core was growing unbearable, and you needed something to help satiate it.

"wanna fuck her, si', please." johnny breathed as he finally eyed you blearily, head still resting on simon's shoulder. simon hummed, pondering his words as he stroked a thumb over johnny's forearm lovingly.

"that what you want?" johnny nodded eagerly, and you moved closer in anticipation. simon chuckled, nodding towards you. "go ahead then."

johnny didn't waste a second, nearly tackling you as his big arms pressed you to lay down on your plush mattress. you complied with just as much enthusiasm, ridding yourself of your clothes and spreading your thighs wide to invite him in. he fumbled a bit trying to slide inside of you, and the two of you let heavy moans as he finally pressed into you.

his motions were clumsy at first, obviously still a bit dazed from his previous orgasm. however, his pace soon resolved and sped up, hips pounding into you as he desperately worked to bring the both of you to your climax. the two of you were all moans and whimpers, hands stroking all over each other's bodies as you relished in the pleasure.

eventually, you felt that knot start to tighten in your stomach, and you looked up at him johnny with a silent look of desperation. it didn't take long for him to catch on, lowering a hand to work at your swollen clit. the added stimulation made you melt, and you cried out with a gasp as you finally came undone. johnny finished inside of you a second later. the two of you breathed heavily, staring at each other with nothing less than love in your eyes.

however, your eye soon caught back onto simon, who now had his cock in his hand, hard and ready from watching the scene unfold in front of him. the need to have both of your partners overtook your senses, and you cried out for him needily, "want you to fuck me too, simon, please.. i need it."

"never satisfied, are you, princess?" simon snorted, no real heat behind his words. his arms planted themselves on either side of your body as he hovered over you, replacing johnny who had moved away to take a much needed break.

he took a moment to admire your body, leaning down to kiss and lick at every inch of your exposed skin. his hard cock pressed up against your folds, and you couldn't help but whine at his teasing. he shushed you softly, leaning back up before finally, finally sliding in.

he was big, considerably bigger than johnny, and the sheer size of him filling you was delicious but overwhelming at the same time. your face involuntarily scrunched up in a grimace, tears threatening to well up in your eyes. at the sight, simon eased up on his motions without a second thought, bending at the waist to press loving kisses on your face.

"still good?" he murmured, and you nodded pathetically. even during your punishments, he always made sure to take the utmost care of the both of you.

you eventually adjusted to the stretch, and you were soon grinding up into him in need for more. he readily obliged you, his hips snapping into you. pleasure coursed itself through your veins as whimpers and whines spilled out of your mouth.

it didn't take long before you came with a loud cry. simon followed suit, finishing inside of you as well. a feeling of satisfaction settled in your chest as you panted, coming down from the intensity of your orgasm.

simon pulled you to his chest, laying back on the mattress. johnny took his usual place behind you, pulling the blanket to cover all of your bodies. you sighed, feeling complete with both your boys around you.

"love you two," simon hummed, a hand stroking through your hair. "though, let's not break the rules again, yeah?"

[slightly-knot-insane]

This is me who wrote about the werewolf!fem × werewolf!m. I really want this, no matter how much I looked for it, no one has it. Please fulfill my dream. 💘

I really hope you will enjoy this! It is a bit longer and has more plot (I kinda fell in love with these characters and lowkey wanna draw them lol) but it was super fun to write this so thank you!

[m!werewolf x fem!werewolf!reader]

You push him inside and he trips, almost falling on the floor. "Get undressed." You lock the door behind you.

His fixes his vest with a smug face. "What about a date first? Dinner? Walk in the park? You young people always skip the courtship phase nowadays. In my time we did things differently."

You roll your eyes. He was barely ten years older than you. You remove your jacket and throw it on the floor. "Why are you just standing there? Get naked."

He crosses his arms. "You need to relax. I don't like being ordered around." He fixes his glasses. "I agreed to this, but I want some respect, miss."

By the time he finishes his sentence, you are already in your underwear. "I can't wait anymore. I need it now." Your cycle has never been this strong. You could hardly think during work, barely made necessary preparations, and reserved a motel room for privacy. You need to fuck - hard - and you need it two hours ago.

His eyes change - he is finally being affected by your pheromones. He slowly removes his glasses. "Let's take care of you then."

You don't like the expression he used, but beggars can't be choosers. Your heat surprised you this year. You couldn't reach your usual fuck partners on time and you simply had to ask him for a favor. And he loves being owed to. He loves being the one in control, the smug asshole. Whatever, you don't care. Not now.

You walk toward him, intending to rip his clothes apart, but he grabs your arm, pulls you and twists you around. He holds his arm across your chest, locking your upper body against his torso, and pushes his hand down your stomach and into your panties. He just barely flicks your clit and you have to moan. It is so good. There is an old, greasy and cracked mirror in front of you and you can see he changed a lot more than you. You are both growing and transforming all while he is slowly gliding his finger along your folds. "Fuck me... more."

"Let me do what you asked me to, miss. In my own way." His voice is so much deeper now. He pushes one finger inside your soaked cunt and pulls it out. Finger goes into his mouth and you can feel his cock pushing against your back. "Fuck," is all he says before carrying you onto the bed, kneeling on the floor and ripping your underwear with his sharp teeth.

"Yes," you moan as he glides his tongue across your pussy. "Yes, more. Give me more."

He immediately pushes two fingers inside you and you gasp from pleasure. You can feel your bones change, your body hair thicken, your claws and teeth grow and sharpen. Very soon you are in your true form, growling and panting in delight. And his fingers and tongue aren't enough. They can't reach that part of you that needs to be dealt with. "Fuck me already."

He lifts his head, his wide mouth completely wet. He bites your inner thigh. "Beg me, miss bossy. "

He climbs on the bed - naked, big, so frightening and alluring - and pins your hands above your head. You can't move, you are completely overpowered. His cocky animalistic grin is making you tremble. "Tell me how much you want my cock."

His phallus is resting on your stomach, not fully erect, waiting to dig into your starving cunt to expand. You moan, rubbing your thighs together. You are so fucking wet and feverish. "I want it," you whine like a pathetic fuck toy. "Fuck me, please. I need it so badly. Please."

He lets out a satisfied growl. "I will fuck your tight hole. I will fuck it until your bones melt and you are a shivering mess. And then I will fuck you more."

But instead of doing what he promised, he pulls you off the bed. "This shitty bed will break," he explains. He lifts the cheap piece of furniture to the side as if it's made of cardboard, and places one of the blankets onto the floor.

"On your knees, you bossy brat. Ass up." His snarl makes your knees buckle and you immediately do as told. His cock finds your pulsating pussy and slides easily inside. "Yes," you both moan in duet. He pushes your head onto the floor and positions himself before fucking your pussy without mercy. You moan into the blanket, incoherently begging for more, and he keeps slamming his groin against your ass.

You climax almost immediately and he knows it. He snickers hoarsely and just continues pounding you. He changes positions, lifting you on his lap, holding you against the wall, getting back on the floor and forcing orgasms out of you within minutes.

"Aaaaah... yes...." You can't even talk anymore, you are again on your stomach, your hips pulled upwards by his big hands. He doesn't slow down. He grabs your throat and pulls you backward, onto his chest. You arch your back to feel his thick cock rub your g-spot just right.

"Cum for me again," he orders you and you let yourself go. He fucks you through your orgasm. While you're still shaking from it, he pulls out and stands in front of you. You know what he wants - only monster mouth and throat can accommodate a whole werewolf cock. Which is something he can't get often.

You catch your breath and bite your lip. "You want to fuck my throat?"

He doesn't seem as arrogant as usual. He is almost... submissive. "Yes... please." You like how he sounds.

Luckily for him, you wanted it too. You wanted to taste his werewolf seed. His shaft is so red and overstimulated - he won't last long. You take his tip on your tongue and let him push his whole cock inside your mouth. He growls and grabs a fistful of your hair but lets you set the tempo. With a loud snarl, his knot swells as he orgasms into your mouth. You happily swallow all his cum.

You both fall onto the floor. "Well," he says as he looks at you with his all-knowing smirk. "How about that date now?"

What an annoying smartass. You smile. "I would love to. Under one condition, though - dinner is on me."

[iloveboysinred]

Hiiii how are you ??

Hope your okay, would it be possible to have a lil smuty keith x afab reader fic, at the episode where they go to the pool that allura told them about (I don't remember wich episode it was), and like he gets all flustered from seing reader in her bikini, and a lil jealous cus lance tries flirting with reader.

Ofc take ur time, and I hope you rest well !!!!<3<3

Rendezvous | [Keith Kogane]

mdni 18+ content | Keith Kogane x afab! reader

cw; explicit sexual content, p in v sex, jealous Keith, rough sex, mean Keith, spanking, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, not really canon adjacent.

hi! I'm doing okay, it took a lot of will (and spliffs) to write this since writers block and lack of motivation has been whooping my ssssaa. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

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Landing on a tropical planet for a temporary break was like a dream come true for you and the other paladins. The warm, humid climate almost made it feel like you were all back home on a regular sunny day. The whole crew had decided to spend their break time differently, fully taking advantage of the few hours of peace, savoring every second of paradise before you were up and running around space again.

Shiro had decided to take the productive route, opting to spend his time strengthening his bond with the black lion, deeming it absolutely necessary after the recent battle against Zarkon, where he almost took complete control of the vessel. Pidge and Hunk spent there's in the kitchen, no doubt creating new recipes with the food items collected on weekly supply hauls from local planets. Allura had been in her room all day, playing games like dress up and hide n' seek with her mice, the castle walls echoing her laughter while Coran made some maintenance repairs to the castle.

You, Keith and Lance had mutually agreed to share the pool, the rising temperature of the castle prompting you to finally wear your bikini. It was a simple but sexy red once piece, the panty accentuating the curve of your hips and the connecting top snuggly holding your breasts in place.

Keith shamelessly eyed you down as soon as he saw you, his face slightly flushing at the sight of your exposed skin. It was fun, seeing him so flustered-- especially knowing he had seen it all before. You played coy, bending over in front of him to pick up something you had "dropped" and adjusting your breasts in the bikini top over and over again, making sure he caught the way they settled back in to place, knowing exactly what was going through his mind, his hungry gaze making it all the more obvious.

You knew you took it too far, though, when you began to play around with Lance. The two of you splashed at each other, swimming around the pool competitively. Lance's natural affinity to water made it hard to keep up. He swam circles around you, calling out flirty little comments as he doused you in water whenever he got the chance. Keith remained in rigid silence, watching the both of you interact with a furrow in his brow. You could tell he was irked, his expression twisting into one you knew well the closer you got to Lance. He was Jealous. Brazenly so.

It was that same jealousy that had you where you were now-- bent over in the pool storage room, your hands gripping onto the wire shelf in front of you. The shelf rattled against the wall from the movement of your bodies, Keith rocking you back and fourth on his dick. The grip he had on your hips was bruising, his fingers digging into your skin as he fucked into you, his teeth grit tight, trying hard to keep his groans of pleasure concealed. You had less self control, your moans and whines for more echoing through the room, all shame and fear of getting caught out the window the second he entered you. He pressed his chest to your back, the bikini you had been wearing discarded and forgotten somewhere in the room, leaving your body completely open to his touch. He huffed and groaned into your ear, his hands leaving your hips to roam up and down your body, coming up to knead and fondle your breasts, squeezing them roughly while he thrust into you.

"Keith s-slow down" you gasped, the breath barley able to escape your lungs, your mouth hanging open in ecstasy when his fingers found your clit, rubbing tight circles over the bud and effectively putting a pause to your pleas. "Slow down, baby?" he grunted, his voice a deep rasp in your ear, sounding nothing like the gentle lover you knew so well. "I thought this was what you wanted" he pulled you closer to his body, grinding his hips into your ass, the tip of his dick pressing into you deep. The vicious pace of his hips combined with the euphoric stimulation on your clit was starting to make your vision blur. "Parading around that asshole in that tight, fucking bikini." he sunk his teeth into the flesh of your shoulder, making you cry out. "You think he could fuck you better than me? huh?" his hips snapped into you, hitting your sweet spot with abandon, the obscene squelching of your pussy made you flustered, the erotic noises made you cover your face from his view as your body fell apart beneath him.

He took in a breath, delivering a stinging swat to your ass when you didn't speak. "What, you don't hear me talking to you?" he sneered, smirking in satisfaction as you trembled beneath him, your quivering pussy gushing from your still building arousal. His hands came down to your ass, kneading the fat in his hands to soothe the sting. "C'mon baby, tell me what I wanna hear" he panted against your ear, his hips never ceasing their assault, the thick head of his dick abusing your sweet spot over and over and over. "A-ah, ah! no, k-keith no" you answered, your words fading from coherency to mindless broken words and babbles, your brain foggy from the pleasure buzzing up and down your veins. "mmmh, good girl" you felt him smile against the nape of your neck, grabbing your chin to swing your face around, leaving a bruising kiss against your swollen lips. You whined into his mouth feeling your body begin to tense, your swollen clit pulsing from the continuous stimulation from his fingers.

Right when you were on the brink of your high, your body contorting in pleasure from your impending orgasm--he pulled out of you quicker than you could blink. You whipped around to look at him in shock, eyes glossy with unshed tears. He acted oblivious, casually tucking his still hard dick away into his swim trunks. You watched him in silent outrage as he picked up the forgotten bikini, setting it down on the shelf in front of you.

"Keith, you can't be fucking serious" you gasped, your boyfriend giving you a sheepish shrug in response, "What, can't take what you dish out?" you scowled at him, frustration shooting up your spine at his snarky remark, your legs shakily holding you up as you struggled to slip the bikini back on. Keith chuckled, pressing one last needy kiss to your lips. "I think I'll head back to my room..I've had enough swimming for today" he whispered against your lips, his words holding a double meaning, an invitation. He pulled away from you, rendering you breathless as he walked out the door, leaving you no choice left but to follow, pouncing on him as soon as you reached his quarters.

[mountainficss]

HIHIHIII 🦈 HERE !!! having a wonwoo thoughts again .. (im crazy in love with that man.) but anyways thinking abt him making u wear his glasses while he fucks u cuz it just turns him on ..

or vice versa where he wears his glasses just cuz he likes to see every expression and reaction u have while he fucks u😭😭😭

anyways love u take ur time cuz poopoo bum school is a pain in the ass giving u all these assignments u got important things to do. like writing these fics (super important business!!!) LOVE U 💗

-🦈🦈🦈

!! mentions of: unprotected sex

HIHIHI ANON I MISSED YOU AND I LOVE YOU SM! 🩶🩶🩶 no and honestly i feel you wonwoo is so pretty…i have the fattest crush on him it’s unhealthy. and omg i know school is so lame 🙄 it’s never even hard work it’s just sooo time consuming. i’m telling you my professors want me to be bored out of my mind. but anyway!

ohhh the idea of wonwoo being turned on by you wearing his glasses is so…UGH i love that. you’d probably just snatch them off his face for fun, running away with them and sliding them on to see his reaction. you’d smile at him widely and you’d be met with an astounded look from wonwoo. he would know you took them just to mess around and had an innocent intent, but oh seeing you in his glasses would turn him ON. his brain would flash him an image of you underneath him wearing nothing but his glasses, and he would feel his cock immediately stiffen in his pants. he’d hastily make his way over to you and pick you up, practically throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you to your shared bedroom. in seconds wonwoo would be tearing off your clothes, giving you needy kisses while you let out dreamy sighs. his glasses would still sit cutely on the end of your nose, and your eyes would meet his through the lenses with a dazed look. he felt like he was going insane seeing you looking so cute in his glasses. and your bare body would just make his cock throb harder. “keep them on,” he’d command breathlessly, tugging his shirt over his head and untying his sweats. “’m gonna fuck you while you wear those.” you’d smile devilishly at him as he fishes his cock out of his boxers, twisting his hand around it and throwing his head back in pleasure. “do i look cute in them?” you’d tease, reaching a hand up to adjust them playfully. wonwoo would groan as he peered down at you, fisting his cock faster at your actions. “you look so good,” he’d sigh, feeling you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer. “need to feel you.” he’d line his length up to your hole, pushing in slowly as both of you gasp at the stretch. he’d bottom out in one thrust, your tight heat making him feel dizzy. he’d study your face as he gives you time to adjust, admiring the soft blush on your cheeks and your cute expressions as he starts to rut into you. his cock always made you feel so full, and this time would be no different as he glides easily into you. he’d cup your cheek with one hand and you’d wrap both of your hands around his forearm, turning your head to teasingly kiss his palm. he mutters a small fuck and runs his thumb along the temple of his glasses, feeling you tighten around him. “can i take these back, baby?” he’d ask, his voice strained from trying to hold back his quickly-approaching orgasm. “need to see you. wanna see the faces you make.” you’d chuckle at him asking for permission as if they weren’t his glasses, releasing his arm to take them off. you’d slide them back on his face slowly, watching the moment he seems to really see you. his pupils would dilate at the sight of your lewd expressions, and he’d struggle to not roll his eyes back in ecstasy at the way you look at him. his hips would pound into you with quick thrusts, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot and bringing you closer to climax. “you’re so pretty,” he’d mumble mindlessly, leaning in to press a kiss onto your forehead. “really like when you wear my glasses.” you’d thread your fingers through his hair, gripping the strands as your orgasm washes over you in a powerful wave, threatening to send wonwoo over the edge too. he fucks you through your climax, feeling his cock pulsing inside of your heat and filling you full of his cum with a drawn-out moan. he’d hover over your weak form as you both try to catch your breath. “well,” you’d pant, releasing your grip on his hair and running your fingers through it to soothe the sting. “i like when you wear them too.” <3

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Please I am begging you to make a part 2 or 3 or 4 to threes company?!?! Like I would PAY YOU!! I need to see how Art and reader fuck vs reader and Patrick then all of them together again because that fic was so fucking sexy

I don’t feel like I could do a full part two for three’s company right now but I can absolutely do some blurbs abt how both of them fuck reader one on one as well as when the three of them hook up again. Sorry for the late response, this took a minute to write out. 18+ below the cut.

Patrick would be insatiable. He’d go crazy for putting her on all fours and fucking her roughly from behind with his hand pulling her hair. With them paired alone, he would naturally take on a dominant role and manhandle her into whatever position he wants. He would take a sense of pride in it too, as though he’s winning a competition between him and Art every time he fucks her. If he heard about the time Art made her come four times in a night, this would feed his competitive side. He loves to tease her when he’s fucking her hard and deep, her wrists pinned above her head, by asking her if Art ever fucks her this well and demanding an answer from her that she’s too sheepish to give. I see him being more incentivized to “prove himself” every time they hook up seeing that he only sees her when he visits Stanford whereas Art is with her on a daily basis. His favorite place to come is on her face or tits. Seeing it glistening on her skin is enough to get him hard again in a matter of moments, and he’ll gather it on his fingers to spoon-feed it into her mouth.

Art is more tender of a lover than Patrick, but that doesn’t mean he’s lacking any passion. He starts out quite gentlemanly and sweet, but that quickly gives way to an all-consuming desperation that almost possesses him. He takes great pleasure in going down on her—the actual definition of a munch—and could come untouched in his boxers from doing it. When it comes to the main event, he’s a switch. Depending on his mood, as well as the energy she’s giving off, he could fuck her rough and fast like Patrick often does, or slow and tender. His favorite position is having her on her back with her legs over his shoulders and pressed to her chest to let him thrust as deeply as he can while still being face to face. He’s such a sucker for eye contact when he’s inside of her. Nothing turns him on more than watching her face twist up into an expression of pleasure with her body pinned beneath his. His favorite place to come is inside of her, and despite her being on contraceptives and them being too young, it turns into a breeding kink. Once he gets past the shyness of admitting to it, he won’t let her leave for class without having his load dripping out of her.

The next time they fuck her together, she would take control. Art and Patrick would be so excited, almost buzzing with energy the second get her alone in her dorm room. Patrick would find it hot to force Art to sit back and watch him fuck her, but it would only go on for so long before she’d begin to feel bad for cuckholding him and ask Patrick to let him join. He would always say yes, because how could anyone say no to her, but not without complaining about how much she “babies” Art. He, of course, would go to her like the devoted little lap dog he is and kiss her sweetly as a “thank you” for her allowing him in on the fun. They wouldn’t go the route of double penetration too often for her sake, so the next time it happens, Art would lay beside her as Patrick eats her out and kiss her, cupping her breast and kneading it the entire time.

Once they get an orgasm out of her, they’ll lay her on her back with her head on the end of the bed and—actually—play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to fuck her mouth and who gets her cunt. It goes two out of three, and Art wins, so he practically jumps onto her and settles between her wide-spread thighs grinning from ear to ear. As stated above, at this point in their relationship, he has a thing for coming inside of her, which later develops into a full-blown breeding kink, so he’s happy where he’s at. And so is Patrick. No girl had ever let him fuck her mouth before, so when she lays her head back on the edge of the bed and opens her mouth up for him, he almost loses it. Being as relentless and unforgiving a lover as he is, he doesn’t take it easy on her. He lets her gag and swallow around him, his cock deep in her throat, and groans at the sight of her tits bouncing from the force of Art’s thrusts. When they’re both close, about to spill into her from how her throat and cunt squeeze around them, they make eye contact. They come instantly.

[lovelybucky1]

Smile for the Camera

Kinktober Day 6- Pegging

warnings: AFAB!reader, pegging, sex tape, feminization kink, dom/sub dynamics, breeding kink in a roleplay setting, sex toys, mentions of exhibitionism, 18+ minors dni

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Being as big of a film buff as Neil is, he’s always wanted to make his own movies. He’s never been good at coming up with stories and he’s a terrible writer, so he never made it very far in that aspect. He has found that the unscripted, off the cuff types of movies are more his speed. Those movies just happen to be porn.

It didn’t take much convincing to get you on board with filming yourselves having sex. You trust Neil with your life, and you think it’d be fun to watch it back, seeing his face while you fucked him.

When you have sex, you’re pretty much always dominant. Weather it’s a dom/sub scene or just regular old sex, you call the shots and Neil listens to your directions. He’s a good boy like that.

Since he proposed the idea, you and Neil have made six film, all with varying scenes. Tonight's scene is something you have done together in private, but never on camera.

The camera is set up on a tripod at the foot of the bed while you and Neil face it. He is on his knees and elbows, back arched like a good boy as you hit it from the back.

You started off slow and built up the pace, just how he likes, and now you're fucking him roughly. Your hips slap against his ass, filling the room with clapping. With each thrust, Neil makes a punched-out little moan.

"Talk to me, baby. How's that feel?" you ask.

"So- fuck- so good," he says, voice high pitched with pleasure.

"This is how we should always fuck," you say as you grab his hips tightly. "You know I do it better."

"Fuck me so good," he moans.

Neil's cock bobs between his legs, useless and untouched as it dribbles precum onto the bedspread. While you can't see his face right now, you've fucked him enough to have a pretty good image of his pinched expression in your mind.

Neither of you are any good at acting, but you like to throw in some dirty talk to spice up the video- and because Neil loves it.

"You take my dick so fuckin' well, baby. Your little pussy is gripping me. You love my dick that much, huh? You don't wanna let it go?"

Instead of answering you, Neil can only whine. He reaches between his legs and grabs his dick to find that it's already wet with his arousal.

Your strap on is bigger than Neil's dick, a fact that is as humiliating to him as it is hot. You did have a smaller one that was comparable in size to Neil, but he complained that it wasn't enough. Your boyfriend is a little size queen, and now whenever you stuff him full of your cock, he's reminded of what he lacks.

You reach forward to twist your fingers in Neil's hair and pull his head off the mattress. You force him to look straight at the camera, showing off his undoubtedly fucked-out expression.

"Blow a kiss to the people at home, baby," you instruct. There isn't actually anyone at home; the two of you are the only ones who will ever watch this. The fantasy of an audience is enough to get Neil going, however.

"Maybe I'll hide this tape on the shelf at the video store. Bet the pervs in the porno section will never expect to see the store owner getting fucked in the ass by his girlfriend," you laugh.

You let Neil's head fall back on the mattress and you drag your nails down his spine, making his back arch. He's so sensitive to your touch, especially on his back and sides where he's ticklish.

You wrap your arm around his waist and drape yourself over his back to rut into him deeply. From the pitch of his moans alone you can tell that Neil is close. He jerks his cock roughly, but you don't care enough to chastise him for getting himself off. You want to see him cum on your cock.

"I'm gonna cum in you, baby. Want me to fill you up?"

"Yes, yes!" he whines.

"Yeah," you say into his ear. "Gonna knock you up. You're gonna be a mommy. You want that, Neil? You want my cum bad enough?"

He nods with his forehead pressed against the mattress. One day you’ll get a strap on that actually cums, but for now you’ll just have to play pretend.

“Cum in my dick, Neil. Make that pussy cream all over me.”

Like the good boy he does, he clenches around your length and jerks himself roughly to completion. He cums all over his fist and the bed with a strangled moan.

“Good fucking boy,” you whisper against his neck.

He falls limp onto the bed and you remain on his back while you both catch your breath. Neil’s breathing is shaky and erratic as he comes down from his high and for a moment you wonder if he needs his inhaler.

“Thank you,” he breathes out.

You press a kiss to his neck before slowly pulling out of him. You spread his cheeks to look at his hole and trace the rim with your finger.

“Can you turn around for me, baby? I want to show everyone your wrecked little pussy.”

Neil nods weakly and sits up on his knees to turn around. He bends back over and allows you to keep him spread. His hole winks, clenching around nothing.

“Is it messy?” he asks. He’s not even playing it up for the scene, he’s just that much of a slut.

“You’re ruined, honey.”

“Good,” he says.

With a smile and a gentle pat to his hip, you get off the bed and shut off the camera.

[daisies-daydreams]

HELLO FRIEND!!! I kindly ask for a part 3 of I Wanna Be Yours where König gets what he wants (eating us out infront of tied up Ghost) but Ghost breakers out and then it just turns into a battle of who makes the reader cum more 👹👹

I Wanna Be Yours (Pt. 3) - Tainted Love

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader x König Category: Pure Smut (18+) Warnings: Consensual Voyeurism, Violence (König and Ghost Fighting 🫢), Cuckolding, Possessive!Ghost, Possessive!König, Unprotected Sex (You Know the Drill), Cock Riding, Missionary, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Clit Play, Cock Rings, Orgasm Delay, Size Kink/Difference, Stomach Bulge Word Count: 3.3k+

Author's Note: Thank you for your request! Holy hell, this was so much fun to write. I was originally going to write Ghost as remaining in the chair for the whole time before I saw your request. The cum challenge idea was brilliant. 🥵 I hope you enjoy!

Pt. 1 & Pt. 2

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König slammed the door to his quarters shut, his hands shaking as he felt his cock harden beneath his sweatpants. He just excused himself from a sparring session with you. You seemed puzzled by his earlier, unexplained departure, but he had a good reason. No matter how hard he tried, König just couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. The way your workout clothes hugged your curves, how your breasts would hang above his face while you pinned him down. König gasped as he palmed at his aching cock.

“Ah, schatz,” the soldier moaned as he slid his hand beneath his pants. His cock was hot to the touch, nearly burning his palm. He sucked in a sharp breath as he squeezed his veiny shaft. König saw you in his mind, the same fantasy from two months ago replaying in full color. He groaned as he pumped his length, imagining his large hands spreading your thighs as he lashed at your entrance with his wet tongue. The saccharine flavor of your slick would coat his taste buds so delectably-a divine drink he'd always thirst for.

“Mmm, you taste so good, liebling,” König mewled under his breath as he smeared precum across his bulbous tip. You’d moan at his praise as he peppered your cunt with slow, juicy kisses. König smirked as he thought about Ghost being forced to watch him steal your pleasure. His hand fell onto the cold door frame as his fist glided over his member. “What do you think, Ghost ? What do you think of me tasting your sweet’s delicious cunt?” he sneered. Ghost would strain against the rope that held him in place, his dark eyes locked on how your face twisted into an expression of pure arousal.

König shuddered as he sped up his movements, the muscles in his lower stomach winding tighter with each desperate stroke. You’d curl your fingers in his hair as he thrusted his tongue into your hole, your walls sucking him in greedily. His eyes closed as his hips bucked into his tight grip. König could practically feel your pussy begin to flutter around his wet muscle.

“Come on, Kätzchen. Show the lieutenant how much you love my tongue in your pussy,” he groaned. His orgasm ripped through him, tearing him straight down the middle. König growled your name as he came undone in his hand. His cock twitched as warm, thick cum shot up his stomach and over his wrist. His mind was captured in a whirlwind of violent bliss as he pictured you squirting in his mouth. He panted as he pumped himself a few more times. König blinked his eyes open, a sense of relief filling his chest. And yet, that longing that gnawed at him for so many nights still continued to eat him alive.

He frowned when he thought of how he heard Ghost fucking you in the safehouse.

"It happened two months ago-you should be over it by now," König tried to rationalize. He tried and tried and tried, and yet for so many times your name fell from his lips as he brought himself to orgasm late into the night. König sighed as he turned to grab a rag from his shelf. He suddenly froze. Despite the same build, the room was decorated differently. His face grew pale as he fumbled to shove his softening cock back into his pants. His heart shattered when he saw a photo of you hugging Ghost pinned to a corkboard above the desk.

"Fuck," König screamed internally. A knock at the door caused him to flinch.

“König? Are you in there?” the voice called from the other side of the door.

It was Ghost.

Fuck.

König swallowed thickly as he shifted in place. His mind raced while his heart thumped wildly against his sternum. He heard shuffling from behind the door, the dark shadow of Ghost's boots creeping into the room.

“Why don’t you step out here so we can have a little talk, yeah?” Ghost piqued. He could hear the strain in the lieutenant’s voice-the strain of someone holding back every inch of rage they wished to unleash. König slowly stepped forward, his skin feeling cold as he slowly turned the doorknob. Ghost instantly burst inside, throwing his fist in König’s stomach. The giant man gasped as he crumbled to the ground, only to be met with Ghost’s foot stepping on his fingers. He hissed when he felt the rough fabric of the lieutenant’s gloves grip his mask and hair, pulling his head up to meet his furious gaze.

“Think this is funny, do you?” Ghost seethed as he narrowed his eyes at the man. “Comin’ into my quarters, tossin’ off 'to my girl? God, you’re fucking twisted,” he snarled. Ghost gripped his mask and hair a little tighter, his dark pools lit with a burning rage. König shook his head as much as he could. Ghost scoffed and dropped his head, though made the mistake of turning.

König was quick to jump to his feet, rushing the Brit and putting him in a headlock. Ghost’s eyes widened as the Austrian constricted his massive arm around his throat, his body pressing down on his back. Ghost huffed as he tried to drop himself to the floor, yet König balanced himself easily. The Austrian narrowed his eyes, his heart pounding in his ears as he watched the lieutenant struggle to pry himself free.

König squeezed even harder, hoping the man’s face was turning red beneath his macabre mask. Ghost grunted before dropping his weight and rolling the giant off of his back. He scowled as his body fell to the floor with a loud “thud”. König rubbed his throbbing head, the pain only swelling as the seconds ticked by.

Ghost wheezed and gasped for air as he clumsily stood to his feet. The lieutenant grunted in annoyance, readying to strike. Suddenly, a faint knock whispered through the room. The men turned towards the door.

“Si? Are you in there?” you called. The two men exchanged glances. Ghost cleared his throat.

"Yeah. I'm here, sweetheart," he replied, his voice still hoarse from his constricted throat. You hummed.

"Are you okay? You sound pretty raspy," you said. König watched Ghost scratch the back of his head.

"I'm alright. Just...allergies," his voice lingered on the last word after the awkward pause. König could imagine you shrugging from the other side as you laughed.

"Okay. I need to come in to get my clothes. I accidentally left them in here last night," you purred out the last sentence. König tensed at your words, his hands curling into fists at his sides. Ghost blinked.

"Right. Well...I can just hand them to you," he said. There was a long pause.

"Simon...is someone else in there with you?" you asked, your voice laced with a hint of hurt. Ghost's eyes widened.

"'Course not. Just not feelin' well," Ghost explained, his words slightly rushed. The air seemed heavy and thick as they waited for your response.

“I’m coming in,” you finally said. Both of them didn’t have time to brace themselves as the door swung open. You raised your brows, not a word leaving your lips for a few moments. You shifted your gaze back and forth between König and Ghost, your mouth curving into a small smirk.

“Am I interrupting something?” you mused while crossing your arms. König felt his cheeks burn beneath his mask, his eyes growing wide. Ghost’s hand splayed on the giant’s taut back as he guided him towards the door.

“Sorry, love. He was just leaving,” Ghost said sternly. König felt the urge to tighten all of his muscles, to just stay planted to the floor. Ghost stopped when you placed your hand on his forearm. “Lovie?” the lieutenant asked. König watched you bite your bottom lip as you gazed down at your feet.

“He can…stay if he wants,” you muttered, your voice growing quieter with each word. Ghost blinked as his hand fell from König’s back.

“What are you sayin’, sweetheart?” your boyfriend rumbled. You shifted where you stood as you wrung your hands.

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” you laughed nervously. König cocked his head to the side. Ghost slipped his hand beneath your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

“You know you can tell me anything,” he whispered loudly enough for König to hear. You looked at the open door, sighing as you walked over and closed it. A few seconds passed before you turned around, your face beet red.

“I-I want both of you,” you confessed. König nearly choked on his spit while Ghost froze where he stood.

“Say that again?” the lieutenant asked. You took a deep breath.

“I want both of you,” you repeated more firmly this time. Ghost stepped closer to you. König could feel his head swimming in a thousand questions, his chest growing tight. You cautiously looked up, your eyes misty. “I haven’t been able to keep it out of my head since the safe house back in Norway,” you choked. Ghost wrapped his bulky arms around you, pulling you into an embrace. König looked behind you two, awkwardly shifting his feet.

“Love…you know I can’t let you go,” his voice cracked ever so slightly. You shook your head as you pulled back.

“It’s not like that, Si. You’ll still have me-but so will König,” you beamed as you tilted your head to match the aforementioned man’s line of sight. His heart warmed at your lovely, bright eyes. You shifted your focus back to your boyfriend, setting your hands on his rough shoulders.

“What’s the harm in giving it a shot?” you grinned.

***

König smirked as he circled around Ghost like a shark studying it's prey. He held his breath as he pulled the blindfold off of the lieutenant. Ghost blinked a few times before tilting his head up, his bare cock twitching at the sight of you spread open on the sheets of his bed. König bit the inside of his cheek as he scanned the man up and down. Ghost was well endowed, though his girth certainly outmatched his length. The cock ring snugly placed at his red tip caught the dim lighting of the room.

Convincing him wasn’t easy, but you were able to get Ghost to try sharing you at least once. All of you discussed it many times, and König felt his heart melt when you accepted trying out his fantasy (though Ghost wasn't as thrilled). Per your request, neither of them wore their masks. The thought made his stomach churn at first, though a few pecks on the check seemed to calm his mind. The sound of Ghost muttering a few curses snapped him back to the present.

“Oh, Kätzchen-it’s a shame the lieutenant had to interrupt our special moment,” he drawled as he tilted his head down. Ghost silently watched as he clicked his tongue in disapproval. The bound man looked as if he were ready to lunge forward and sink his teeth into König's muscular arm. König huffed out a pretentious laugh before striding towards the bed. He lowered himself to his knees, his face diving close to your wet cunt. You shuddered as his hot breath fanned over your dripping slit.

"I think he needs to learn a lesson-don't you?" König mused as he spread your lower lips apart with his thumbs. He heard the chair scrape behind him as you gave a small moan.

“Y-Yes,” you keened. König chuckled as he patted your inner thighs.

“Such a good girl,” he grinned as he leaned closer to your pussy. König smacked his lips before letting a large wad spit fall over your labia. He was mesmerized by how it mixed with your slick, cascading down towards the sheets. You bucked your hips forward, causing him to latch his hands onto your thighs.

“Ah, ah-patience, Schatz,” he clicked. As much as he wanted to gorge himself on your sweet cunt, he wanted to make sure to draw it out. You whimpered as König kneaded the flesh of your thighs as he kissed and nipped above your mound.

“König, please,” you cried as you raised your hips.

“Tell me what you need, (Y/N),” he ordered with a light slap on your thigh. Your lip quivered as you gripped the crisp sheets in your fists.

“Kö…I need-I need you to eat this pussy like you own it,” you groaned with furrowed brows. König groaned at your filthy words. He breathed through his nostrils as he spread your folds apart with his thumbs.

“Oh, meine Kätzchen,” he cooed. Your head snapped forward as he latched his mouth over your entire cunt, sucking on it tenderly. König relished in the way your fingers dug into his dirty blonde hair as your moans spilled past your lips. His tongue licked bold stripes up and down your pussy before he pulled back.

“You should know by now…I already do”.

König dove back down, this time puckering his lips around your bundle of nerves. You gasped and shook beneath him. König smiled into your folds as he heard Ghost rumble lowly, the chair creaking and groaning beneath his ministrations. He rotated between sucking your clit to swirling his tongue around it, encasing it in the wet warmth of his muscle. You bucked your hips forward as you threw your head back.

“Please don't stop,” you whined. He felt your legs give out when he plunged his tongue into your wet heat. The squelching your pussy made as he devoured it was heavenly, giving him an insatiable high as his cock hardened beneath his boxers. König’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt your walls suck him in. His jagged nose bumped into your clit as he messily swallowed your juices.

“Are you going to cum, Kätzchen?” he mused, your slick dribbling down his chin. You swallowed and nodded, face flush with a beautiful shade of pink. He chuckled as he nibbled your folds. “And who’s making you cum, hm?” König asked as he massaged your nub with his thumb. You sucked in a sharp breath as he started to thrust his tongue back inside.

"Y-You are," you gasped out. He instantly pulled his tongue out, leaving you to pant and mewl.

"I'll ask you again-who is making you cum?" he asked sharply. You threatened to squish his head between your thighs as he pushed his tongue back into your slick heat at an agonizingly slow pace.

“K-König!" you wailed, your head thrashing as you clenched around his muscle. He closed his eyes as he raised your hips with his hands. Your moans and pants became deeper and heavier as he moved his head side to side, his tongue swirling and plunging inside your cunt. His heart pounded as your walls begin to flutter. This was it-you were finally going to cum in his mouth, give him the divine drink. Just as your pussy constricted around his tongue, two hands roughly grabbed his shoulders.

He scowled as Ghost pushed him aside, his large body nearly falling to the floor. Your confused expression quickly turned into bliss when the Brit sheathed his swollen, hard cock inside of you with one powerful thrust. You moaned and curled your fingers into his shoulders as he began to pump his cock into you.

“If you’re gonna cum, then it'll be on my cock,” Ghost growled, shooting König a dirty glare. The Austrian’s eyes fell on the ripped bindings laying on the floor. How? He made sure they were secured tight enough. A sharp moan caught his attention as he watched Ghost grip your hips, driving his dick into your messily eaten cunt.

“You like how I fill you up, love?” Ghost grunted with a harsh thrust. You howled as hot tears spilled from your eyes.

“Yes! Yes-fuck, you fill me up to good Si,” you sobbed. König could only feel himself getting harder as he watched Ghost spread your tight hole open with his thick cock, your slick splashing across his V-lines as he pushed in and out of you. Ghost moaned as he locked lips with you, his weight pressing you up against the wall and spreading your legs even further apart.

“Feel even better than König’s tongue?” Ghost asked. Your eyes snapped open. Ghost tilted his head as his hand came down to play with your clit. “Does it?” he asked before stealing another quick, sloppy kiss. König held his breath. You whined as your hips snapped forward, mouth agape in a perfect “O”. König watched helplessly as you came around Ghost’s length, your walls probably hugging him in ways he could only imagine...for now. Ghost huffed out as he slowed his movements, watching you unravel in a puddle of pure bliss.

“That’s it-that’s my good little Sergeant,” he murmured softly while patting your hips. Your cute, soft whimpers lit something in König’s heart. He felt disgusted as Ghost slipped out of your tight walls, his cock soaked with your arousal. His dick almost seemed purple, his hard length ready to explode in ecstasy.

König panted as Ghost stroked your cheek with his hand, your eyes fluttering closed as you nuzzled your face into his palm. He stood up and peeled his underwear off before wrapping his arms beneath your pits. Ghost’s shoulders tensed as you squeaked while König pulled you into his lap. Your plush ass felt so soft against his sturdy thighs as he adjusted you.

“Are you willing to go again, meine süßes Mädchen?" he purred. Your eyes looked like they were going to pop out of your skull when you gazed at his hard cock. König knew he was much larger than the average man-though it caused more problems than anything. But the way he watched you take Ghost’s cock only gave him the confidence that he’d fit at least half-way. Your eyes locked with his as you snaked your arms around his neck and nodded, pressing your forehead against his. You yelped when he turned your around so your front was facing Ghost. He smiled, kissing up and down your jawline as he eyed the man across from him.

“C-Can we go slow?” you asked, your doe-eyes glancing down at his monstrous length. He smiled and kissed your temple.

“Of course. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt…unless, you’re into that,” he grunted while squeezing your thighs. Your eyes widened as you rubbed your pussy across his shaft. He sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed your hips, his head beginning to spin as you coated his cock with your arousal. You eventually slowed and adjusted yourself above the leaking tip of his dick, giving his shaft a few generous pumps. Both of you moaned as you sank down, your walls being molding to the shape of his massive, veiny cock. You whimpered, the tightness constricting his shaft. He cupped your cheek and turned your head, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.

“It’s alright, Schatz. I know it’s hard. Just take your time like we said,” his lips danced over yours. You panted before taking a few deep breaths. He felt you relax your pelvic muscles before you continued to slide down. You breathing stuttered when both of you realized you couldn’t fit anymore of his length in your tight pussy. You gaped at the bulge growing in your tummy. He purred as he rubbed circles at your waist.

“It’s okay if you can’t fit all of me. I’m just glad to finally be inside your perfect pussy,” he bit the shell of your ear before lathering it with his tongue. You whined and began to rock your hips shallowly. König continued nipping and licking down your neck as you began to bounce on his cock. The feeling of you wrapped around him sent him reeling into a pit of ecstasy.

“Look at you-riding me so well,” he praised as his hands squeezed your waist. Your head fell back on his broad shoulder as his cock dragged through your plush walls.

“I swear if you cum inside her-I will fucking kill you,” Ghost glowered. König accepted the challenge with a grin and began to buck his hips up into you. Your hands fell onto his as both of you went at a steady, desperate pace. The room was filled with soft 'plaps' as you hypnotically rose and fell on his cock.

“What do you think, Kätzchen? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum?” König lilted. You moaned at his words, walls constricting around him tightly. His face fell into your shoulder as he felt himself nearing his release. A sudden whimper broke out, but it wasn’t from you. König smirked as he watched Ghost furiously fisting his cock, the ring still secure on his tip.

“I think he’s going to cum, liebling,” König mocked, his tone laced with venom. You slowed your movements, observing your boyfriend’s desperate expression. König leaned down to your ear.

“Think we should have some mercy on him?” he asked, his fingers coming down to caress where his cock was plugging into your cunt.

You whipped your head around, your face completely red as you struggled to get your words out.

“Do you mean...” you swallowed, eyeing Ghost's girth. König laughed, his voice raspy and booming.

“Nein, I’m just kidding,” he sighed. “Besides-you’re miene right now,” he stated as he suddenly bucked his hips up. You moaned.

"Yes-fuck, I'm yours," you breathed. König swallowed thickly as he watched Ghost crawl closer though half-lidded eyes, his hands making quick work to remove the ring. He tossed it aside before pumping his cock in time with König’s hungry thrusts.

“H-Holy shit, Kö,” you mewled as your walls began to clench around his length. König sighed against your neck as he rubbed circles around your swollen clit.

“You feel that, Schatz? Feel me inside you?” he murmured as he stroked the bulge popping out of your stomach. You nodded, tears spilling down your red cheeks. He sank his teeth down on your shoulder, eliciting the most delectable squeal from you. The sweet sound of your cries caused Ghost to release a feral growl as his eyes fell back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he hissed as his cum shot over your stuffed pussy up to your breasts. You gasped as his cum hit you, painting your front with white streaks. He shook like a leaf as he fell forward on the bed, his cock still throbbing in his hand while he caught his breath. König felt you clench around him as he licked the red bitemark.

“Go ahead, Kätzchen-show Ghost how good I’m making you feel,” the Austrian bellowed. With a few more strokes of his hips he felt you come undone around him. Your head fell back as you moaned, your walls sucking him in greedily. He felt like he had died and went to heaven as he felt you squeeze him closer to your cervix, his cock painfully trapped inside of your cunt.

König kissed your temple as your walls contracted around him, each growing weaker with the last. He gasped as he felt you squirt, your liquid oozing out of you as your body shivered in his hold. König couldn't stop the smile that etched itself onto his face. Surely he made you cum much harder than Ghost did.

Suddenly, his body reminded him that he was approaching his own high, balancing on the precipice.

“Scheiße, I’m close-where do you want me?” he grunted as he bounce you on his hard length. You gasped and closed your eyes, your cunt no doubt flooded with overstimulation.

“Inside-please fill me up!” you whined. König looked over at Ghost. The man’s brows were furrowed as one of the veins in his temple looked like it was about to pop. He smirked before pistoning his cock up into your gushing cunt. With one final, sloppy thrust, his orgasm violently crashed over him. A searing wave engorged him as he felt his cock relentlessly twitch inside of you, coating your walls with his thick cum. You gasped as he filled you to the brim with his seed, absolutely soaking your cervix. König blinked his eyes open as his high began to fade, smiling that your head was still leaning against his chest.

"Was...that...good?" he panted between heavy breaths. You nodded, face relaxed as you basked in the afterglow. You squealed when he sank his lips into yours, his tongue invading your mouth. Both of you shared a heated kiss before he leaned forward, his cock still submerged inside of your heat. He hushed you as he slowly pulled out. König sighed as he patted your waist, eyes transfixed on his cum leaking out of your puckering hole. The sound of Ghost rustling in the sheets drew his attention. He helped you to sit up as he inspected you.

“You feelin' okay, sweetheart? Was he too rough with you?” he asked, stroking your cheek with his hand.

"I-I'm fine," you slurred with a blissful smile. You looked completely cock-drunk: your face beaming with a thin sheen of sweat as you panted with half-lidded eyes. Ghost breathed in through his nose as he pecked your lips.

"Good...though he still came inside you," he said while shooting König a dark scowl. The Austrian only cracked a wide smirk. Ghost could try to kill him, but that's all he could do-try. You sighed as your boyfriend adjusted you to spread your legs. König felt a spark light in him again, though it instantly calmed when he watched Ghost dab your folds with a small, wet rag.

"I'll help change the sheets," König stated as he slid off the bed. Both men eyed each other throughout the process of placing a new sheet on the bed (which was much harder than it looked). They helped you climb beneath the covers. König couldn't help but see you as a sleeping beauty: your hair fanning around your face as your naked chest rose and fell steadily. Just as he turned to grab his clothes, he felt a small hand caress his.

"Kätzchen?" he blinked. You gazed up at him with sparkling eyes as you shuffled forward. He blushed as you patted the empty spot beside you on the bed. König heard Ghost click his jaw.

"Please...could you stay for the night?" you pleaded softly with a pout. How could he say no to such a precious face? König nodded slowly as he crawled behind you, his back prone to the wall. Ghost puffed out a breath of hot air as he slid in front of you. It took some adjusting, but eventually all of you found a way to fit on the mattress. The room was soothingly quiet, the smell of sex still lingering in the air.

"Goodnight, my boys," you cooed. König's heart skipped a beat. Ghost gave him one final stare before closing his eyes.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)," the lieutenant murmured before pressing a kiss to your forehead. König grinned as he placed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, his hand smoothing over your hair.

"Gute Nacht, Kätzchen".

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; edging + sub!bakugou + soft dom!gn!reader, restraints, praise kink, no titles used 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a/n ; it really would be sub bakguou to get me at least a little bit out of my writing slump lol

"Fuck you," Katsuki can feel his voice starting to lose it's gruff. The words come out hoarse and choked - but in his defense he's miserable right now "Let me cum, fuck."

Your smile is wry as you put your thumb over the slit of his cock, a pathetic amount of pre-cum sliding down his shaft as you stop the motion in your hand completely. He swears at the lack of contact, tugging against his restraints to no avail.

You look delighted by him. Even worse you look hungry. It's the kind of bottomless lust that Katsuki is never confident he can appease. In every context he finds you unselfish and giving. Not like this though. Like this you look like you'd make yourself sick if you tried to satisfy your every desire.

You let your thumb touch against his spent cock gently. He hasn't cum once. Not a single time today. Hours of bringing him to the edge of frustration before stopping completely. You let him have his come down each time. Let him be lulled into a false sense of security before bringing him back.

He wants to cum. He's not asking for fucking much, he just-

You're not budging. You never do with him. There's a breaking point he has to hit before you even think about giving him so much mercy and he knows that. Even then, he hopes that you'll give in sometimes. That once you'll give into his demands.

You bend at the waist and get between his legs to blow on his cock, red and angry and flush - and it twitches like it's ready to spill. He hears you laugh, all bubbly and delightful and grits his teeth.

"Why should I do that?"

"B-because, you fucking," He shakes, shudders as your hand brushes along the inner part of bitten thigh. Marked to hell and back, he's sweating and sticky "Because it—"

"Does it hurt? Any pain?"

He shakes his head, tries to reason with you but you cut him off "So you're just frustrated."

Yes. Obviously. But that's not the answer you're looking for. He shuts himself up, a shuddery breath pushing out of his lungs. Before he knows what's happening, your palm wraps around his cock again, hot velvet over steel. He bites the inside of his cheek as you start to move, hard and fast.

But temporary, a spike of pleasure rupturing him from the inside out before pulling your hand away again.

"Fuck! Fuck you, fuck you, fuck."

You laugh again, placing the same hand on his shoulder. You smooth down the curves of his body. Stopping to squeeze at the fat of his chest, smoothing thumb over nipples and fingers over scar. He's shaking, core tight and tense as he chases a high that keeps disappearing. Maybe he can will himself to cum.

"I don't want to let you cum," You say with amusement, staring at him. Katsuki can feel your eyes on every inch of his face. The way they're tracing his expression, trying to commit his despair to memory. You're all kinds of twisted to him. "I think I'd prefer to leave you here like this. Undo your restraints, maybe make myself cum, and go to sleep. Sounds like more fun."

A sense of dread builds in his stomach. He looks at you in the face, in your eyes this time. Pleading, silently. You give him another smile, unreadable. Grinning so hard that you burst into laughter again, before putting a fake pout. He's going to cry. Son of a—

"Aw, what? No dice? Do you really have to cum that bad?"

Evil. You're evil, he thinks. He almost screams and it's like you know he's going to. You're planning on it, looking on with giddy delight. You bites his cheek, stops himself from doing it and you soften immediately. You coo at him, lovingly tender as you use your hand to cup his jaw. Tugging on his lower lip, he opens his mouth. You stick your fingers into it, and he sucks on instinct. It gives his brain something to focus on.

"Now you're being all well-behaved," You comment gently. He gives you a glare through his lashes but you don't budge "What do you want baby? Can you tell me nicely like a good boy?"

He's overwhelmed. It washes over him like a tidal wave, like his fingers are slipping off a cliffs edge. He's been holding onto it so tightly and now he can't get his footing again. He tries to glare a second time, but even he can tell he looks pathetic. He can see it when he looks at his reflection in your eyes.

You pull on his tongue with your fingers, letting the drool drip down your hand before pulling away. You touch his cock again, more mercifully this time but don't move.

"Now," You say, a single slow stroke up that leaves him shuddering "Is there something you'd like to ask me?"

Your voice is cool. Like a salve on his nerves. He wants to give into whatever abyss is waiting for him to drop into. He stares at you dazed, prideful and frustrated and wanting. You're grounding - expectancy swimming in your vision. Approval. He wants approval from you.

"I wanna cum," He slurs, choked up. You grin, another stroke.

"And how do we ask for things we want, baby?"

"S-sayin' please."

"That's right," You hum, another stroke. Precise with pleasure like you know every nerve of him, down the atom "So, what do we say when we want to cum?"

We. Like the two of you are intertwined. He feels fuzzy.

"C-can I please, hngh fuck, please cum? Please, needa,"

"Look at that," You say, picking up the pace as soon as the words leave his mouth. He braces himself for impact, hands gripping the edge of the chair with a harsh breath "Good boy. Good job baby, just incredible. My baby is so brilliant isn't he? Just a little misguided."

"Shit," His lower lip trembles, near tearful at the intensity of the situation "S-shit, shit. 's gonna, oh fuck - gonna,"

"A little more. Okay? Cum when I say so, think you can do that?"

He pushes out a breath "Y-yeah."

You lean forward to kiss him and Katsuki feels his spine melt. It's relieving and overwhelming - though the kiss itself is so gentle and sweet. He shudders, trembles under the weight of his own desire as he gets so harrowingly close to the edge. He whimpers this time, free of shame as you praise him through it.

"Cum for me baby," You say with finality. And he does immediately, not even a millisecond of time between you saying it and him doing it. He cums hard, feels his entire lower half lose it's strength as he fucks up into your hand. He feels something hot slip down his cheek, groaning as he finishes. He cums and keeps cumming - it goes on for minutes, forever. You talk him through it but the words don't make sense. He just listens for your voice and lets go until everything is out.

He slumps back into the chair he's restrained in, blinking open his bleary eyes as he watches you clean your hand with a nearby towel. You give him a warm look as he does, standing to your feet as you press a kiss to his hairline.

"You did so great this time. Such a prodigy."

He huffs.

"You get more evil every fucking time I swear."

You laugh.

"I can't help it when you're so cute."

"Don't make excuses, you bastard."

"Sorry, sorry. I love you, yeah? My good boy."

He flushes.

"Love you too. Now fuckin' untie me."

[bewiiitched]

» Sex doll (chapter 3)

Author's note: Writing this hurts physically. Both of them are unhinged animals. Also, let me now if you want me to tag you! <3

WARNINGS: RAPE. +18, MDI. Gore (kinda), powers as drugs, torture, blood, violence, P in V, fingering, angst, dub-con, everything seems fixed until is not.

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She still fiddles with the syringe in her hand under the gaze of the mutant who doesn't bother to move. — You know, I thought that the whole tough guy act would last only in bed.

As expected, he doesn't appreciate her observation.

Logan decides he's had enough and grabs the hand that had the syringe, and she purposely drops it, pushing off and sending her leg against his chest, keeping him in place as her foot goes up to his throat and she is leaning herself against the front seat, gaining some distance. The silver glow catches the mutant's attention and she stabs his thigh, without flinching.

His claws return so she withdraws her foot in time before he can grab it. He catches her intention as he leans forward looking to grab her but intercepts the mutant's arm, grabbing his wrist and her legs take center stage, trying to get up, tries to get to the front seats and her fingers enter the wound on his thigh viciously.

There is no curse that can express his anger and his nostrils flare at the pain. She realizes that his nerves are still sensitive, but she digs them deeper, feeling the warm blood in her hand. At the same time, she kicks him with all her strength in the face, the crack of his nose makes her shudder and she manages to free her arm from his grip, so she pushes herself between the seats, her heartbeat echoing in her ears as she manages to open the door, with a grimace of pain she crawls trying to get out of the car but Logan's hand on her ankle stops her.

— Let me go!

She exclaims, and inside her anxiety eats away at the idea that he doesn't kill her. Because everything has gone so fucking wrong and neither pleasure nor pain seems to contain it so if she had to go back to the damn complex and confront Ajax, she would be sent to Wade as a damn toy to be disposed of. The decision of her superiors weighs on her and her stomach twists at the thought of having to repeat the situation if it was decided that she was not strong enough to take him down herself. The only viable option seems to be to escape from both of them. It was gonna be fun when they found out that she had deserted.

A gasp escapes her lips as she feels the tug on her leg and her hands grip the leather of the seats. She struggles, but it is obvious who has more strength and his hand closes on her thigh now that her bottom in the back of the car.

— Shit. — She curses, as her anxiety begins to transform into panic to escape, and she still struggles to avoid being dragged completely. Grabbing her hair his mouth sticks to her ear, and tears threaten to escape her eyes but she holds them back.

— I ain't playing, kid.

The seriousness in his tone makes her freak out and is there when she realizes she has crossed a line. Her hand grabs his, trying to free her hair but he hovers over her and wraps a hand around her waist, holding her in place.

— Let me go.

Her distress grows as his breath echoes in her ear. Her torso is still between the front seats, keeping her back hunched to ease the pull on her hair, the hand on her thigh traveling to her hip and his fingers curling, digging into her skin seeking to draw her to the back.

— Answer or I'm gonna rip off your fucking throat.

— Go fuck yourself.

Part of her hopes that if she pisses him off enough he’ll kill her. Which sounds a lot better than spending her life locked in a cell until Weapon X does it. Or Wade. If she even gets close to him in the first place.

— Is it the brotherhood?

— What? No. — she answers, sounding genuinely offended. She hated her powers, what she’d done with them. Why would she join a supremacist faction?

— You’re a mercenary?

A bitter laugh escapes her chest. — Do you think I’ve earned my pay, sweetheart?

She hears his exasperated sigh too close, and for a moment she thinks he’s pulling away, but his grip tightens on her hip. — Why did they send you?

If her joint was healing, she’d shrug. — Tests.

— Tests? Why the hell would they send you if not to kill me?

Sometimes she’s surprised by the secrecy the organization has achieved. If she knew what they were doing, would the X-men decide to get involved?

— If I tell you, would you kill me?

Logan seems to consider her question, and she snorts, rolling her eyes even though he can’t see her. It’s then that it all makes sense.

— You want me to kill you?

The hesitation and slowness with which he says it makes her laugh, and for a moment she forgets that she has one of the most dangerous mutants in the back of her vehicle half-undressed. And well, another one just a few meters away.

His grip softens, and she can see the hesitation in him. — Oh fuck you, are you going to play the hero? Send me to a special prison? You're wasting your time, Big boy, I'll die before I get into my cell.

There's venom in her voice when he confirms her fear, and her outburst is no different than the one that had him writhing on his knees, but, her fluids are out of his system. So there is no pain.

He can hear her breathing has relaxed but her heart still threatens to escape her chest. Is a surprise when his touch stops and she straightens up again with a grimace, everything hurts, and it seems ironic to her how with a power that can cause pain, she is the one who feels it the most.

He still looms over her. But it doesn't last long as Logan forces her to turn around, and this time she doesn't fight, there is a resigned look on her face that doesn't go away and his hand rests on her cheek.

— You had it planned from the beginning.

There is a hint of emotion, but if it is anger, disgust or mockery, she can't tell. It is not, until she looks at him, after fighting her own feelings that she realizes it is pity. — You could have knocked me out.

— Have you seen me well?

Maybe she would have succeeded, but she knew from the moment she had used her powers on herself, that the battle had taken another turn.

— Weapon X.

She says finally. And Logan's expression is sinister as he looks at her, his gentleness disappears when his hand squeezes her neck and by inertia she grabs his wrist.

— Weapon plus?

He asks, and despite the situation, she tilts her head in bewilderment. His gaze searches her eyes for any hint of a lie, any familiarity with the name, but ends up accepting that she doesn't know it.

— Speak. I want details, sweetheart.

The mocking tone in the nickname doesn't hide the threat. And she can see that she doesn't need to piss him off to get him to kill her.

— They're using your DNA to create new mutants. — She says, not bothering to sweeten her tone and she can see his gaze burning on her. — There's one in particular that's causing problems and they need to keep him under control.

He takes her time to weigh the information and his expression shows no emotion, part of her is curious about what he's thinking.

But It quickly disappears when he looks back at her with a disdainful look and his grip on her neck tightens, there's a low moan as she tries to pull away, her feet moving trying to push him, but he stops her by using his free hand to pull her closer and stays between her legs.

His gaze is impassive and she can see the resentment in his expression, it was not foreign to how he had labeled her in his mind. — Logan...

She moans, in a plea, her voice is hoarse from the pressure and her nails dig into his wrist as everything around her seems to spin. A part of her burns because she cares, because she still has hope to escape all the shit she's brought upon herself and no one seems to let her do it.

Tears slide down her cheeks and her breath struggles, her body going limp against the seats as her eyes barely register him, everything blurring when he suddenly lets go.

She inhales sharply, leaning over at the stabbing pain in her lungs. She flinches when she feels his touch and his arms wrap around her, trying to lift her up. There's a sigh from him, and she shivers, barely managing to stay conscious. — Why…?

She murmurs, and rests her head against his chest as he slumps down onto the backseat with her on his lap. — You reek of regret, sweetheart.

(...)

When she wakes up again, she sits up suddenly as she realizes she doesn't know the place. Her heart flutters in her chest and she tries to piece together the fragments of the day before. But the wounds on her body make her remember easily.

She tries to get up from the bed she's in and inspects the room. Logan is the last thing she remembers and it's not comforting. There is a window and she doesn't waste any time in approaching it, but it is when she sees herself in the reflection that she notices the necklace on her neck and everything around her shakes.

She freezes halfway, but sees that wherever she is, is surrounded by trees. The door opens and she steps back instinctively, grabbing the lamp on the nightstand. Her labored breathing makes her grip tighten.

— Easy.

She keeps her teeth clenched and it becomes painful to grab the lamp, if she could use her powers, it would have already broken. He is dressed in a white sleeveless shirt and baggy jeans, with no wounds in sight. He waits for her to speak, but when she doesn't, Logan leans against the door frame watching her lose her temper inside her mind.

— Where the fuck did you bring me?

Her voice is still hoarse and the marks on her neck are less visible, but they remain. It makes him think of a cornered animal, not that he can blame her when she was already one inside the car and there she kept her powers.

— A cabin.

He answers simply and watches as she puts the lamp back in its place. His sigh is shaky as he crosses his arms over his chest and closes the door behind. The necklace is indicative of the situation and it terrifies her.

— What's the plan?

His lack of response only confirms it. A damn cell. She could laugh if her throat wasn't raw. — Let me go. You won't see me again.

— No.

He growls, and comes closer. It's not his decision. But it doesn't make her feel better. His brow furrows as he watches her back away and there's desperation in her eyes. — I can tell you everything, give you the damn location, just let me go.

His lips turn into a line, the team was already in charge of gathering information and it didn't take long for them to discover that the problematic mutant was called Deadpool. So she didn't have too many cards to play.

He hadn't been long in learning that at the time, the mercenary was in charge of hunting down anyone involved with the project. But he keeps that information to himself. A consensus had been reached, and it had been decided that the best option was to keep her under surveillance until she could be moved. And Logan's resistance to her power had made it clear that he would be in charge of supervising her.

She ends up giving in and lets herself fall on the bed, her gaze is lost as she seems to meditate on the situation and out of the corner of her eye she sees him leave the room.

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Night has come when she decides it's time to leave the bedroom, and a part of her is relived that the door is not closed. Toss and turn, she had rolled in bed trying to fall asleep but had woken up late in the afternoon and assumed that her body had had enough with 12 hours of sleep.

Not that she agreed.

She grimaces as she notices that everything is silent. With her abilities repressed she finds it difficult to adjust to the fact that her senses are those of a normal human and that makes her more alert. The hallway is dark and she notices that the cabin is small, instinctively her gaze focuses on the front door, but at best it would be locked.

And she had already taken too many risks when she had her powers.

Her feet move on their own when she hears him. — Are you going somewhere?

His tone leaves no room for jokes, and when she turns her face partially to look at him, she sees him standing behind her. His hair is strangely disheveled and his shirt is wrinkled. But there is no trace of drowsiness in his voice. She knows what he thinks and sees no point in denying it, but that doesn't stop her from raising her hands in a harmless gesture. — Where's the kitchen?

His brow furrows even more which makes her wonder if he has ever stopped looking permanently annoyed. She notices as he approaches a few steps, that he is assessing the situation.

The walk to the kitchen is silent, and she can swear that the mutant's gaze is fixed on her. The hairs on her neck stand up at the thought. Or maybe she is paranoid. Neither option is very reassuring.

She hears the click of the switch and the light turns on. She tries to hide the fact that her eyes are searching for the nearest sharp weapon and she jumps slightly when she feels the brush of his shirt against her back. Walking past her she sees him go to a piece of furniture and take out a bottle of whiskey.

His expression is serious and for a moment she wonders if her powers have left any after-effects. She swallows, noticing the dryness of her throat and searches through the cupboards until she finds a glass and then goes to the fridge and fills it with water.

She takes a small sip and in the background she hears the movement of the bottle. Her world slows down as she tries to find a solution, she does not want to act on impulse although a part of her sees no other option. The fatigue that had plagued her during the fight was gone, but her injuries weren't. And then there were her non-existent powers.

It was going to be fun.

She catches a sudden movement out of the corner of her eye, and the situation falls apart. His fucking senses.

She lunges for the damn door as she lets the glass crash against the kitchen counter, it shatters, and though she cuts herself, she manages to grab a piece in her hand. She puts it in her pocket, her nails digging into her palm, trying to stop the wound from closing.

She hasn't even gotten halfway there when his arm closes around her forearm. This time she doesn't kick him, she lets him pull her close, grabs his wrist, and twists hers the other way, managing to get away when now she's the one who grabs him, tries to bend his arm but Logan grabs her neck.

She doesn't give in, she lifts her leg and throws it over his shoulder, his grip loses strength and she pushes herself off, hooking both legs and falls on her back,

dragging him with her. The sharp pain in her lower back makes her curse. He grunts and tries to pull away but she grabs his wrist and twists it.

She's on her side but she tries to get him to turn his back, and turns her hip to the opposite side. Claws clack and her grip tightens.

He's not trying to kill her but that doesn't mean he's going to be gentle. His claws dig into her thigh up to his knuckles. The scream tears through her throat but her grip doesn't let up despite the gushes of blood that come out, he pulls them back as she sobs in pain, her jaw aching from the force with which her teeth clench. Despite the burning in her muscles, she fights back out of pure rage, and frees her injured leg to kick him, the sole of her foot connecting with his cheekbone and his head snapping back.

— Bitch.

He growls, and the irritation is turning into something more. She pushes herself up, sitting and still holding him when It pulls out the piece of glass, stabbing him in the throat over and over again with animal rage, growls coming out of her mouth until his hand closes on her wrist.

She doesn't give a shit about her powers, the necklace, Ajax and the project when what's in front of her is the impediment to her escape.

She feels the pressure and knows that the bastard is trying to break her join. The grip on his shoulder is stronger than ever because the blood that stains them could make her lose her technique. She decides to make the pain serve a purpose but Logan manages to make her drop the glass.

— Stop it already.

There's an angry tone in his voice, and she knows that is taking him effort not to kill her. Still she doesn't respond. Instead, she uses her free hand to dig her nails into the wound on his neck, managing to sink two fingers into his flesh that twists in circles. She feels him squirm and lets go of her wrist. The whole area tingles and there is a sharp pain but that doesn't stop him from closing his fist and punching her in the stomach and Logan rolls over while the hand she had previously grabbed rests against the ground.

Trying to get up, the glass is lost and he manages to lift them both by grabbing her throat with his still trapped arm.

The murder attempt is a two-person affair, and he pushes her against the fridge door, trying to get free. She moans at the second blow to her back, but then she realizes that her collar has loosened, a wave of euphoria runs through, she frees him from the grip of her legs when a fist goes her way, managing to stop him by grabbing his arm and pushes herself again, bending her legs and kicking his hip causing him to move away slightly.

With her throat free from his hand and soon from the collar. Both are panting for different reasons, and she lunges at him raising her fist but he dodges it, grabs her and throws her towards the cabinets where her neck hits the edge of one.

there is a sound that makes them shudder.

Click.

A painful laugh escapes her lips when she feels the tickle on her body. Blessed healing.

He doesn't share her joy. He lunges at her like a predator, claws out because now she is a danger and she tries to steps aside but his claws scratch at her side and she sinks her own fingers into the wound on her thigh staining them with blood.

Her other hand grabs his forearm, and her fingers slip into his mouth roughly, her teeth scratching her, her blood coming into contact with his saliva and he resists the urge to bite her fingers. Unexpected for the mutant but effective, she winks at him before making everything into pain.

His nerves throb and there is a sharp pain throughout his body. He no longer bleeds and the wound on his neck has healed but he remembers the pain on a loop. There is no sound that can escape his throat.

He is covered in her blood and his shirt is no longer white, the pain in her thigh makes the one in her shoulder seem silly and she knows that she will have to hurry if she wants to get into the forest.

She has learned her lesson and gives him no rest, she keeps him for minutes, the spasms make his knees finally give out and he falls.

Losing patience, she opens the drawers looking for the cutlery, when she finally finds it after opening four, she takes out a knife that she stabs into his throat.

The blood gurgles and he seems to choke, but it does not make her back down even though she wants to. She turns him, from one direction to another and begins to wonder if he can even go into shock when a drop of blood falls on the floor, one of many as she notices the crimson liquid coming out of her nose.

She shakes at the idea. That is not her damn limit.

Her concentration wanes, and although in general terms pain is the easiest thing that the body can solve ending in unconsciousness, it is also the most demanding, since she had to constantly force control on the nerves.

Different situation when it came to pleasure and other sensations.

— Damn you.

Logan raises his head, there is a trickle of blood in his mouth and she realizes that he has bitten the inside of himself, his cheeks or his tongue, it doesn't interest her. He spits out the blood and growls, the effort is evident on his face and there is a trace of sweat on his face. Suddenly, his breathing is labored as the pleasure takes its toll on him.

— Are you not going to faint?

She spits in frustration and a frown, digging her nails into his arm until they draw blood but his body shivers with pleasure. The hand that is not clinging to him travels to his face and kisses him, the pain returns and shakes him.

His breathing stops for a moment and she finally pulls away from his mouth, his eyes are closed but his body seems to bear it and she moans in irritation. She abruptly pushes him to the ground and positions herself over him, her fingers close on his jaw, and stops the pain but keeps her grip in warning.

— I don't want to hurt you. Just let me go. Please.

And there is a desperation that makes Logan look at her even when the whole room is blurry and he can barely focus on her despite the proximity, his mind is not clear and the only sound he manages to make is a growl while showing his teeth in threat. The tension in his body is brutal and he struggles to speak when the sharp pain in the muscles of his face draws a moan from him.

— No.

He sees her face turn to stone and Logan can almost mock when the pleasure shakes him. He looks at her stunned because that was not what he was expecting and his nostrils dilate when he feels her nails caress the wound he had previously stabbed. One after another without rest and everything in his body seems to tremble at her touch.

She kisses him again and it is almost intimate. She runs her hands under his wet shirt and feels his hair stand on end, when she leaves his mouth, she goes down to his neck and leaves a trail of kisses that makes his hands clench into his fists.

Despite his tension, he ignores her as her touch remains gentle. — Why not?

She whispers, and he sighs heavily trying to concentrate on the ceiling lamp. Her caresses go down to his arms and he swallows when he can feel the touch on his knuckles, he is tempted to take out his claws but his body does not respond.

— Logan.

The impatience in her gaze does not show in her voice. And he tenses when he feels her teeth on his earlobe in a soft bite. — I want a answer.

She murmurs and he realizes how consistent her power is in contrast to the fight in the car, her control does not waver. She notices that he is alert, and she doesn't blame him, knowing he is expecting the pain to come at any moment.

Her hand goes down to his hips, and rests on his thigh making small circular movements, her hips go back and she positions herself until their pelvises touch. She sees his gaze fixate on the area.

The pain greets him like an old friend. He jerks his head back and she herself grimaces in shock, the intensity has worsened because it is now constant, the damage she needs to inflict on him to beat his healing is almost impossible, so his nerves become more sensitive from the effort it takes to fight her power and heal at the same time.

She moves her hips on his but her body does not register the action until the rush of pleasure stops the pain. He is weakening, but it is not enough for her to escape safely. How long would it take to recover if she is not even unconscious?

— I am not going back there.

She continues trying to talk, and the only sign she has that he is listening to her is how his eyes move towards her, there is no muscle in his body that moves and this time it is not she who prevents him.

— Please. I just want to leave.

She murmurs, and he does not need his senses to know that she is telling the truth.

A part of him considers the idea of ​​leaving her. She's not a monster, but they can make her act like one and his condition is the living image of that.

He's not sure how well protected she'll be when they lock her up and the collar closes permanently around her neck, but she seems certain that she'll die. The verbal fight in the car leaves a bad taste in his mouth when he remembers it.

But it's not his decision, and there's no way to hide it from Jean or the professor when they question what happened. He looks away and hears her growl in frustration, the discomfort returns to her when nothing seems to convince him and the pain blinds him again.

It doesn't last long, or maybe everything feels the same now. Both hands position themselves on either side of his mouth and she kisses him, the range of emotions is so wide that it disconcerts him, there's anger, fear, frustration but he also captures an iota of vulnerability that devours him.

And his hand, despite the tremors, reaches for her neck, attracting her. He notices that her touch is stronger on demand, and when they part, his nose rests against her neck, and he can sense doubt in her, not in her power, as she continues to press the pleasure into his body.

They are both fragile for different reasons, and it doesn't take long for him to understand that she wants to stop fighting, she keeps looking at him, waiting for him to pierce her or knock her out, to fight his instinct like she had seen him do in the car.

But he doesn't, and the next time she kisses him he doesn't resist. He still feels her latent power in his body, but there is no pleasure, no pain, no itch that incites him to come closer or move away. It's all him and his hands travel to her hips, he grabs a handful of flesh and startled she moves slightly, causing his pants to tighten when he brushes against her core.

For the first time, Logan catches desire in her gaze, and the spasms are a thing of the past, he pulls her roughly and digs his fingers into her flesh, moving down to her ass, her hand travels to his belt to unbutton it but before her hand lowers his zipper, she leans towards him with one hand on the button of his pants and the other directs her to his chin.

Her gaze questions him, seeking permission and he nods slightly, there is a hint of relief in her gaze and she wastes no time in nibbling on his neck, she feels him rub, and she lowers his underwear hastily, her own core throbbing.

He is faster when he removes one hand from her hip with the other keeping it pinned in place, and sneaks inside her shorts. He feels her panties and inserts two fingers into her hole, the stretch makes her shudder, but she is soaked so the burning does not last too long. She moans, and leans against his chest, her hips suspended in the air as his fingers work their way in and her nails dig in as his thumb brushes her clit.

She squirms, but his movements are relentless as he drags her to orgasm. — F-Fuck. Don’t stop.

She gasps, and moves her hips forward to get more friction, small moans escaping her lips and her hand traveling to his member. — Does it hurt?

She asks, but she’s not looking at him, her voice barely holding any strength as she catches her breath and her walls clench around his fingers, she feels him tense as her fingers wrap around his cock. A wave of pleasure runs through him and she hears him moan as the pain in his erection eases.

The sound is delicious.

His fingers leave her and he hears her moan, but he doesn’t give her a chance to complain as he pushes her pants down and moves her underwear to the side, lining up the tip against her entrance.

It's her turn to grunt, and she places both hands on his shoulders before dropping her hips completely. There's a moan in unison and she arches her back as she feels him fill her completely.

His fingers curl into her hair and he kisses her fiercely, yet her power takes a backseat. It doesn't take long for her to form a rhythm as she rides him, and there's no coherent sound coming out of her mouth, her own fingers tingling as she holds back her power. So her nails dig in.

She spreads her legs wider but he has another idea, and they both roll across the floor until he's on top. He pulls out of her, gripping her thighs before putting her legs over his shoulders and she winces at the dull ache in her leg, the blood is dry but she doesn't doubt there'll be a scar.

It's now he who looks at her questioningly, and she gives him a dirty smile. — Are you gonna fuck me like you fi—

The taunt dies in her throat when a scream escapes, and she wraps her arms around his neck for stability as he slams into her hips, her eyes widening at the new angle and her breathing coming in ragged gasps, he's buried balls deep.

His pace is animalistic, and the force of his thrusts keeps her busy while all she can do is take him. A wave of pleasure courses through her and she tenses, feeling his cock throbbing inside her but he's far from close, and he teases, attacking her clit, a shiver running through her and She clings to him. Her walls tightening from the impending orgasm.

— Logan.

She pants against his ear, and beyond the sound of their breaths, the watery sound of their intimacy takes center stage as he fucks her faster. It builds up, and the pull inside her tears her apart, the spasms causing him to loom over her more, until her knees are practically against her chest.

She looks up at him with watery eyes and shudders with pleasure, trying to recover from the orgasm but even fighting hadn't shown her mercy so he continues to attack her overstimulated clit.

— Too hard for you, sweetheart?

He teases, remembering her attempts to provoke him. And when she opens her mouth to fight back, he slips two fingers into her mouth. He catches her off guard, and she coughs lightly but her tongue wraps around them as she fills them with saliva without breaking eye contact.

She sees a hint of satisfaction in the mutant.

His throaty small laugh fills her ears, and her desire grows, she goes to get revenge, but she puts it off when she feels him lift her shirt and bra, capturing her right nipple in his mouth, arching her back into him as her hand grips the back of his neck.

The pleasure has her spinning, and it takes a little effort to focus as another orgasm threatens her, she pulls away from his mouth, and he looks at her catching a shift. She gives it back to him, pain and pleasure as she lets him fuck her. And she fights her own as she sends a rush of pain that lingers, she draws it out with so much effort that her head throbs, and her nose bleeds again.

She pushes herself up and his cock slips out of her. She lets go of his neck and grabs his arm. His weight gives way and he falls on top of her, she grimaces.

— I’m sorry.

Is all she says and her voice breaks, and she cringes slightly, there are tears forming in her eyes as she looks up at the ceiling light, still pushing her power until they’re both on the verge of passing out.

She can't make him pass out, but he's on his way to unconsciousness and she rushes to get him off of her. The adamantium skeleton makes it difficult. Moving him seems impossible but she manages to get out from under him and as soon as he stops touching her, she starts a race against time to the door, throws it open and runs despite the pain.

She pulls down her shirt and rearranges her pants without stopping moving, part of her is tempted to use her powers to mitigate her pain, but she rejects the idea and forces her legs until her muscles ache and her chest burns.

It takes her what seems like hours to reach the damn road, and she wants to stop, damn it, she's sure that if she stops the tiredness will not let her wake up again, but the fear of him reaching her makes her paranoid about any noise.

She follows the road without stopping, and she can feel the lights of a car behind her but she doesn't stop until the driver brakes a few meters ahead. He must look awful, because the middle-aged man who steps out of the vehicle has lost color in his face.

— Please! — She screams, real panic in her voice. — I need help.

Desperation seeping into her voice. He looks at her and nods dazedly, stepping inside and practically lunges for the door, climbing inside.

— What happe-

His neck snaps and she shakes but tries not to fall apart and drags him into the passenger seat, swapping places as she slams on the gas.

Freedom hits her, and she just hopes it lasts.

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Sing for Me

2. This is Wrong, but Feels so Right

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader / The Ghoul x Fem!Reader

She's a singer the nation adores. He's the actor everyone respects. What happens when these two get entangled in a heated affair? Passion, regret, rage, and even murder will commence. From before the bombs drop to the vast wasteland, these two souls live for one another.

Previous Chapter 1. The Beginning

Series Masterlist

“Under the Covers” wrapped filming and the affair continued. Cooper would come over to my apartment on his free nights, or if his house was empty for some immaculate reason then I would sneak over there. The press tour was even more fun. Traveling to different states for weeks with just Cooper and our press teams. We were able to see each other every single night.

Cooper pushes me onto the minibar, knocking over several bottles in the process. He thrusts into me, suckling on the tender skin of my neck. I moan out loudly, pleasure flowing. “Mhm, that’s right, honey. Sing for me.” He praised as he ruts his cock deeper into me. I hold my arms around his neck, clawing at the back of his shoulders. “Coop, fuck. You feel so good!” I throw my head back, and my core tightens. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel it. Let go.” I look him in the eyes as I release. He smirks, his pace becoming sloppy. He pulls out spraying his hot seed on my stomach. We stay there, catching our breath. I lay my hand on his cheek, pulling him to me. I press a kiss to his lips and nuzzle into him. The warmth would be all I needed in the nights. Thankfully this was not our normal routine, it was better. I have his warmth through the night when normally I was left to spend the late hours alone only with my imagination filled with him.

We dress and settle on the sofa in the room. Silence fills the hotel room. I sit opposite him, notebook in hand, attempting to write a song. The movies were doing just fine, but I could never abandon my passion. “What are you doing all the way over there, huh?” Cooper pulls me by the thigh down the sofa, resting my legs over his. “Trying to write, if you’d excuse me.” Cooper snatches the small notebook and stands, keeping my fighting hands at bay. “Hey! That’s private!” I jump to try and retrieve it, but he skillfully keeps it out of my reach. “Private, huh?” Cooper flips through the pages. “A love song?” I shrug, “I’m trying something different.” Cooper displays a teasing smile on his face, “are you in love, honey?” His warm chuckle stiffened my nerves.

I roll my eyes, sitting back on the sofa, completely avoiding his question. “It’s just for a song. Which reminds me I need to go see Louis. He said he wanted to tour the stadium downtown. Could be a good place to put on my tour schedule next year.” I gather my belongings quickly, continuing to avoid his eye contact. “Honey,” he starts, but I stand and walk to the door. “Darlin’.” Cooper tries again but I grasp the golden door knob. My embarrassment brewing in my chest. I feel tears welling in my eyes, threatening to spill. “(Y/n).” Cooper takes a stride forward, but I quickly twist the knob and exit the room.

I had let myself drift too far into my fantasy. I was falling for him. I could go as far as to say I loved Cooper Howard; and how could I not? He’s charming, considerate, thoughtful, sexy, and one hell of a ride. But that look in his eyes was the realest slap into reality. Cooper was married, and that wouldn’t change.

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The morning sun rises, burning my tired eyes.

I exit the room quietly, but as soon as the knob clicks, Cooper’s door flies open. He meets my gaze with the same tired expression. “You didn’t come back, darlin’. Thought something might’ve been wrong.” I stare at him, my heart pounding. “This is wrong, Cooper.”

He opens the door further, “Come in and speak with me, please.” With no objection, my feet carry me into his chamber.

Cooper passes back and forth. “Yes, it is. This is wrong. More wrong than anything I’ve ever done in my life.” He pulls my notebook from his pocket, flipping through the scribbles. A doting smile upon his lips and a light blush rose to his cheeks. “but I can’t let you go. I want to be with you, publicly.” His words struck me cold. “Publicly?” The disgusting smile grows on my face. “You’d leave her?” Cooper looks off in the distance, weighing his choices. He grins nodding very softly. “You’re part of me. You understand me. I crave you every morning, and lust for you every night.” He extended his arms for me to fall in. “I can’t be away from you anymore. I can’t breathe when you’re gone. I think of you constantly, (y/n). Just give me time. Once it’s settled, then it’s us.” From then on Cooper agreed to leave Brab.

Time went on and we continued the secret relationship. Was it wrong? Fuck yes, it was. Was I going to hell? Most likely. We were 8 months into filming, a new movie. A Western picture named, The Man From Deadhorse. I wasn’t originally in the cast, but after a meeting with the director, Emil, Cooper was more than happy to relay the news that I would be cast as his love interest.

Cooper and I were more entangled in each other's secrets than one should be, especially since he has a wife. A very nice, beautiful, smart wife. I've met her several times now. She's invited me to dinner at her house. She has asked me to go shopping with her. She called me to get my cherry pie recipe just because Cooper couldn't stop talking about how tasty it was. Barb was a lovely woman, and yet I could not pull myself away from her husband.

Such as now, Barb has called me over for a chat, and I can't help but enjoy myself as I watch Cooper read his paper inside on the couch. The same couch he had me lying down on just a week ago.

His legs lightly spread, his fingers running over the words so lightly. He looks up meeting my eyes and smirks knowingly. It's sickening, but so thrilling, so addictive. Barb exits the house, holding a tray of cocktails. "I hope you like strawberries!" Cooper swoops in quickly and holds the door open for his wife, staring me down, "Oh, she does. Anything sweet." His teasing continues.

Barb sits down at the head of the table, leaving Cooper to sit beside me. "I am so glad you had the time to stop by," Barb leads in conversation.

Cooper slides a drink my way, making sure to brush his fingers against mine. "Me too, it's been so hard to find time to do anything since I took up the cola ads." "I think it's great! You're just the face of that company. A young spunky girl like yourself! I heard they sold more than they did all year once that billboard went up!" Barb laughs sipping her drink. “Yeah! I guess I’m doing something right.”

"That's actually why I asked you here. See, Vault Tech is looking-" She starts, only for Cooper to run his hand over his face with a sigh, "Really, Barb?" It was no secret of Cooper's distaste for Vault Tech. The entire company making money on selling the end of the world was just wrong, and shady. They always kept their information tight.

Barb sends Cooper a small glare before continuing. "As I was saying, we're looking for a model for a project. It's a special bot that would be an assistant in the vaults for the civilians. I just thought you'd be the perfect match. The entire nation loves you." I narrow my eyes at her, "Like a robot? of me? How would that work?" "We have brilliant scientists and engineers who handle the entire thing. You'd just have to show up."

I look to Cooper for some type of advice, but he stays silent. Barb pipes up again. "Coop's doing an ad for them. We've just finished the suits, and he's going to be photographed this coming month." I bite my lip, “I don’t know, I’d hate to take the shine off of, Coop.” I joke pushing his chest.

She pushes further. "It would secure you and your family a spot in the vaults. Cooper mentioned your father was moving out here specifically for the vaults. I could get them on the top list. I would make sure of it." It couldn't be that bad, right? Plus it could be cool to be a part of history in the making. I lean back, sipping my drink. "Who am I to say no to the future?" Barb claps with a smile, "You won't regret this I promise. If you don't mind, I'm going to pop in and phone them the news." She's off without another word leaving Cooper and I seated alone.

He swishes his drink. "Wish you wouldn't have done that, sweetheart." "It's just a job, Coop." "They're going to make copies of you to do whatever in God's name they want. It’s sick." I pat his chest, running a finger down the buttons. "I figured you'd be thrilled to hear they'd be making copies of me. You're always saying how you can't get enough." I rub up his leg with the toe of my pumps. Cooper smirks at me, taking a glance behind him to check for Barb before laying a hand on my thigh. "She should be gone tomorrow evening, Janey is going to a friend's house for a sleepover. How about I cook you dinner?" I sit up, interested. "Cooper Howard can cook?" "Yes, he can," He dips his head to my ear quickly whispering, "and he can eat." a single bite on my ear lobe makes me shutter, the nerves running down my back and lighting my core on fire. "It's a date."

~

It was a lie. I had never made a dish in my life. That is if you don’t count butter on toast. I can make one hell of a slice of toast.

Janey runs around the house gathering all her essentials for her sleepover while Barb finishes piling her documents together. What am I doing? Sitting on the couch rapidly checking my watch. I would have exactly two hours to prepare some type of meal for tonight, and maybe 45 minutes to make myself presentable.

Janey jumps on my lap wrapping her arms around my neck. “I love you, daddy.” I hold her close. “I love you too, sweetheart. Be careful tonight, and listen to everything Becca’s parents say.” She runs off to the door with a holler, “I will!” Barb appears next, arms full of disclosed secrets. “Any plans tonight?” I shake my head, “just some peace and quiet. Maybe a few whiskeys.” She hums with a flat smile. “I’ll be home late.” I nod, “I remember, Barb. Good luck this evening.” I stand, kissing her cheek before relaxing back onto the couch.

The front door shuts and I immediately spring from my spot. I rush into the kitchen pulling the steaks from the fridge. My timing seemed to be off because just as I was shredding the salad I heard five distinct knocks. “Hello?” Her angelic voice calls out. “I parked down the street just in case. Your neighbor did see me though. He’s kinda a creep. I’d watch Janey around him if she’s out.” She rounds the corner and I have to pick my jaw off the floor. “In a dress like that who couldn’t stop and stare?” She crosses the threshold, bringing her body to me like a magnet. “Well, you said it was a date.” “No, you said it was a date.” She tilts her head with a smirk, “Did I? Hm, guess that makes you pretty lucky.” I breathe her in, brushing my nose down her neck, “I would certainly say I am a lucky man.”

Dinner rolls around and surprisingly it doesn’t taste horrible! “I swear, Coop! This is restaurant-worthy! Howard’s Steakhouse.” She laughs sipping her wine.

“I have a gift for you.” Her brows raise at my words. “A gift?” I hum in response, standing from my seat. I retrieve a box from my briefcase. The velvet box was soft in my hands. I rest on the table, next to her chair. She watches me with wild eyes, anticipating every move. “You’re so beautiful, and I just wanted you to have something that was almost as beautiful as you.” I open the box to reveal a pearl necklace with a matching set of earrings. She covers her mouth, gasping. “Cooper, it is gorgeous!”

“Let’s see it on,” I remove it from its case, wrapping it around her neck. My finger kissing the delicate skin, goosebumps arise in effect. I clasp the necklace, peppering the nape of her neck with kisses. “Stunning.”

She turns to face me, taking a stand. Remaining eye contact, she slips one strap off of her shoulder, “your hot tub still working?” I lick my lips, taking a step closer, “it is, darlin’.” She slips the other strap down, her dress threatening to drop to the floor. “Mind if I take a dip?” Those devilish eyes bore into me, leading me into these unforgiving actions willingly. “Oh, no, I think it’s perfect weather.” She smiles widely, her eyes turning dark, lust colored. She drops the dress, gravity pulling it away from her frame.

Clad only in the pearl necklace, she walks outside and steps into the hot tub, sinking in with a relaxed sigh. She raises her brows, “Are you going to join me or you are just going to stand there and eye fuck me like your neighbor did?”

My clothes were dismissed with haste. I pulled her to me drawing circles on her waist. She melted into my touch. She began to reach in between us, wrapping her hand around my hard shaft. I bite my lip rolling my eyes back, "Fuck." I whimper.

She giggles as I fall apart beneath her touch. She was a weakness to my soul. "Are you going to stop wasting time or am I going to have to take over?" I pick her up, legs wrapping around my waist, the tip of my cock gliding against her slit. "I thought you would've learned by now," pressing our foreheads together, I grab my cock and press it against her entrance, "teasing gets you nothing." I turn her around quickly, pressing her front down on the patio, ass in the air for me. I pushed into her, lips spreading into a smug smirk at the look on her face as she gasped and widened her eyes, clawing at the stained wood for a grip.

"Shit Cooper!" She gasps loudly. I press my chest against her back, pressing my cock against deeper. "Scream as loud as you want. I'm sure the neighbors won't mind." I whisper into her ear before slamming into her at full length.

"Holy fuck!" She cries, fingers gripping the edge of the hot tub. I smugly chuckle and dig my fingers into her hips, holding her in place. "It feels so good Cooper, it feels so good." The water around the both of us slushed over the sides. There was no warning, she was close but the shaking of her legs and the cries that fell from her lips was enough indication she was going to tip over the edge. I grunted, my cock twitching. I dug nails into her hips, pulling out the last second, my cum painting her. She whimpers, fingers gripping the edge of the hot tub. "That was amazing." I laughed pulling her up lightly. She was dazed as she pressed against my chest. Her hand caressed my cheek. I kiss her knuckles one by one. "I'll go get some towels," I enter the house retrieving two towels.

Suddenly my smile falls as the front door slams shut. Barb sighs at the front door, a bigger stack of files in her hands than from before she left. I swallow, growing pale. This is it. The moment when our game is played and the real world comes crashing down. “Barb.” I hum. “Hi, honey.” She says, with sleepy eyes and a flat smile. “Hard night?” I ask shaking to the bone. “Going in circles again. I’ll tell you about it in the morning.” She kicks off her shoes and waddles to the bedroom. “Goodnight, Cooper.” She mumbles before closing the door.

Heart pounding, I snatch her dress from the floor and I race outside. “Hey, handsome.” “SHH!” I help her out of the hot tub, wrapping her in the towel. “Barb just got home.” Her face pales and her eyes hold fear in them, “what?” “Yes, so you have to go.” “Yeah, no shit.” She takes the dress from my hands with force. She tosses her hands up, “I guess I’ll just, hop your fence?” Shaking my head I pull her close, gesturing her to be quiet. “I’m sneaking you out the front.” As we tiptoe through the house, the bedroom door opens and Barb stumbles tiredly from to bathroom.

Upon hearing that door shut, I open the front door. (Y/n) slips out silently, stealing a kiss before waltzing down the steps. Her figure faded into the dark of the night, a secret, as did our night under the stars.

[depravitycentral]

Yandere! Shalnark x fem! reader

Just a little blurb about Shalnark being a dick <3

Tw: kidnapping, exhibitionism, voyeurism, patronization, facials, forced facial, weird power dynamic, sort of implied somnophilia? It's definitely straddling the line, ugh shal is so slimy and creepy but i love him, fem reader, MDNI

Shalnark makes you sit down in front of him on the bed, so that you're facing each other, and talk him through touching himself.

It's not as dominant of a position as you think it is - not when he's looking at you like that, all expectant and patronizing and wide, like he's expecting you to fail at this before you even start.

He'll follow your every command, shamelessly spreading his legs so that you get the full view of his pretty pink cock and the set of balls with a few blond hairs nestled behind it, a thin layer of precum already making his tip shine and glisten in the light. He's been thinking about this all day - when he was watching you wake up this morning (laying next to you, of course, with his hand tucked under his head and a wide, unnatural grin on his face because you're just so damn pretty, and seeing you all vulnerable like that really gets him going).

He's watching you the whole time, this infuriating little giggle coming from him with every command you make.

Stroke yourself slowly.

His eyes twinkle at you as he does what you say, a fake pout coming to his lips. His hand is moving almost on autopilot, not a single strain or wobble to his voice. This doesn't feel all that good, you know, it's much better when you're doing it for me.

He doesn't want you to touch him, though - not yet, at least,

He'll tell you that this isn't quite how I'd do it with every command you give, though he executes them exactly as you say.

He'll make you keep going, too, for as long as it takes him to come - you won't be given any sort of timeframe, any warning when he's getting close, only left to be scrutinized and relentlessly laughed at while he fucks his fist and fondles his balls just as you instruct.

But while this is all fun and games for Shalnark (and he fucking loves the attention, your eyes all on him and your cute, shy, bashful little expressions because aw, you're embaressed), the real fun begins when he's right on the edge of coming.

Because you don't get any sort of warning, it's very, very jarring when he's suddenly scooting forward, one hand flying up to grab the back of your head and yanking you down, stopping you so that your face is only an inch or so above his cock, his own hand still tugging and twisting and pulling just like you said.

But then his orgasm hits and he's coming, warm cum splattering up onto your face, his trembling fingers angling his tip up directly against your cheeks and nose so that it'll get all over you - so that you'll get a face full of him while he gets the visual of your pretty head bent over his crotch.

(If he's in a particularly good mood, he'll even rub his tip along an expanse of unsullied skin on your face, just to make sure he's gotten everything he can offer onto you - he might even hum your name or compliment you for being so obedient while he does it.)

He's berathing heavy and staring down at you, his smile for once managing to fall away because he' just enjoying you, the sight of your pretty back all arches, your pretty hair, the feeling of your warm breath brushing against his cock, all sensitive and wet and needy, still.

Once he finally lets your head go he'll grin at you and pat your head, telling you in a breathless voice that just barely gives away how strongly his orgasm affected him that you're not too bad at that, but I'm sure you could do better with your own hand. Why don't you show me?

Shalnark just thinks it's so, so cute the way you flounder and get all embaressed when he's looking to you for pleasure, how you clam up because he just won't stop staring at you or talking to you or touching his damn cock. It's cute to see you so overwhelmed.

And the way you never seem to learn your lesson, never seeming to realize that he'll always throw some last minute wrench in at the end is really the crowning jewel - you're way too trusting, and he's not a good enough person to ignore that.

And luck, lucky you get a face full of his cum, his fingers groping at you and his cock impatiently nestling between your folds - what more could you possibly ask for?

(Because really, say anything - aside from your freedom - and Shalnark will give it to you. He'd give you the world if you asked it of him.)

[seokka0o]

박원빈 - Park Wonbin 🐉contain:Smut;unprotected sex; nipple play // remembering that English is not my first language, so it may have some grammatical errors

Your temper was very difficult to manage at times, a little unstable when dealing with certain frustrations and in fact you understand that it's not something you can handle alone, stressful days tend to be longer, the ones that make you drag yourself around alone waiting for it to end. Not luckily, you have your boyfriend, Wonbin is never the type to question you too much, especially if he sees you cross the door of his apartment sulking, with your head down, not making light of it, but he knows that at some point it will pass, you would come to him anyway, so he will intend to watch television, because if you wanted to talk, you would have done so as soon as you got home.

But in return, he'll make sure you forget about your problem by fucking you like crazy.

His fingers were soft, against your flesh, massaging gently, making everything inside you compress, Wonbin would break your legs quite easily, but given your condition it was justifiable. He entered, over your body and then he slipped inside without prey, smiling as he noticed the expressions lost in your pleasure, he had bright eyes, like two billiard balls. The hands that used to twist the skin of your thighs going up inside the T-shirt -which, by the way, was his - that you were wearing, reaching your chest, to massage so shamelessly running his thumb over your nipples, making them bristle just to get a twinge in his own dick by the feel of the hard nipple scraping across his long fingers.

"I'll take care of your frustrations, don't worry" his intention is not to be proper, kind, Wonbin would like to secure some approvals before he becomes who he really is and you'd like to say that you didn't happen to feel the first violent twinge . Wonbin just started to give a good acceleration, with the intention of making you forget any frustrations at any cost, your moans came out involuntary, even though he had no intention of keeping them repressed from the beginning, your back bending with the intense waves and contractions, you didn't know how he managed to keep the thrusts going for so long, from making you gasp and biting your own lip to the air that was starting to leave your lungs "there you go, putting everything else aside to focus on how good my dick does you "

He proved it as always, lowering his own change, slowing down so he could kiss your jaw, making fun while listening to you whimper weakly "want to come for me, honey? Are you desperate for this already?" he asks still depositing some seals by your neck , going up to your face, his hands still under your t-shirt playing with your nipples, but without moving his hips, letting you move yours almost desperately. His lips touching yours is affectionate, delicate seals, pressed subtly, to make a caress, sometimes wonbin sucks your bottom lips with his , smiling as soon as you exchange some eye contact "are you desperate enough?" He's a sadist, definitely, and you might agree that he is.

"please, I really need to come, wonbin" so there's his answer, serving as fuel for all that fire that seemed endless, wonbin pulled his body away from yours and then he went back to fuck you at the same frequency as before. Sliding inside you, muttering every time you moaned his name, each time louder than the other "f-fuck, I'm almost Bin, please continue"

You shouldn't use nicknames like that, wonbin's skin crawling was the sign of his evil in teasing him, because right after he let out a breathless groan, feeling that he could also be close to him. Hands now going down to your hips he used absolute support, to take you to the sky as fast as he could, your flesh losing and your eyes rolling until you finally reached your limit, letting your whole body give in to then soon feeling your entire insides fill with wonbin's liquids and then it falls onto your lap, completely exhausted.