#i saw something in it's mouth that looks like a little piston in a video review

[screamingmorton]

oh my joyous

he lloks sosos good the chrome turquoise painting on him is magnificent its kinda like the glittery-es painting on his '96 counterpart and they captured him very well hes just so gorgeous man idk what else to say

here's also the box art and the cards that came with him

its so cute😭 im just incredibly happy that we get a new quickstrike figure after years. we rlly don't see enough of this guy at all. idc if the figure isn't all that amazing its just great to see him out of the grave

[shotmrmiller]

this is for you, @ttsbaby01

here's the piece that inspired this

1.5k words because who knew i needed to write something like this today. i kinda edited it, just a quick skim, though.

simon x f!reader,

tw: explicit smut, p in v, the usual, MDNI

Simon teaches Johnny some new tricks

The moment Simon saw you wince when Johnny pushed himself inside of you, that was all he needed to see. Incredible. For someone that brilliant, Johnny is obtuse when it comes to sex.

Maybe he's blinded by lust, who knows, but Simon almost grimaces at the pace he starts off with, and when he sees you flatten your feet on the bed to meet Johnny's thrusts, Johnny simply pins you down with his weight, forcing you still.

Poor you. All you wanted was to come, and Johnny couldn't even tell, too focused on pistoning his hips into you to meet his own end.

How greedy.

And when Johnny does come, Simon chuckles when he sees your face. It’s mildly disappointed but unsurprised— like you’re used to it.

He watches Johnny kiss you before he pulls out and immediately gets up to shower. That's his cue— the sorry excuse of a show is over. Simon's about to shut his laptop when he sees your hand slowly travel down to your aching pussy and circle your neglected clit with your fingers. Oh?

When he hears your pleasured moan again, he sits up on his chair, pupils expanding as he takes you in. Now this is what he wants to see.

Every delicious whimper and mewl that slithers out of your throat makes his cock twitch in his trousers. He can't help himself. Simon takes himself out and starts to pump according to the rhythm you've set.

Oh, you take it slow, sensual, for a bit, and then pick up the pace. Your moans start to get a little louder as you circle faster and press much smaller fingers into your abused cunt. He knows that his one finger could stuff you better than two of yours.

He knows that he could pull those sweet sounds out of you with his tongue flicking your clit, his stubble scraping your inner thighs raw, his fingers curling inside to find the rough patch of skin on your slick walls.

His eyes are shut as he squeezes himself, precum dribbling onto his knuckles, and when he hears you climax— airy, high-pitched moans that's a bloody symphony to his ears— he also comes. Simon spills all over his hand and stomach, seed sticking to his happy trail, and he couldn't give a fuck less. You're the best thing he's heard in a very long time, and he's debating replacing the classical music he usually listens to at work with your voice.

Simon languidly opens his eyes to look at you on his screen, and the fucked-out, blissful look on your face is something that'll be engrained in his head forever.

He watches Johnny step out of the bathroom with a towel around his trim waist and lowers himself onto the bed to kiss you.

Simon shakes his head, and with his clean hand shuts the laptop. It seems he's gotta teach Johnny how to treat his girl right.

--

"How was it, LT?" Johnny gloats.

Sighing, Simon pulls him into his office and takes out his personal laptop. "You tell me, Sergeant."

Johnny looks gutted when the video gets to Simon's favorite part.

"Yer jokin'." He sounds miserable, and Simon would feel bad if Johnny hadn't been a braggart about how he fucked you in the beginning.

"'Fraid not' Johnny. I gotta admit, I didn't take ya to be tha' selfish."

Johnny opens his mouth to defend himself when Simon silences him with a swipe of his gloved hand. "I can help ya, though. Let me teach ya how t'please her so tha' this embarrassment doesn't happen again, yeah?"

Johnny's eyes, colour a mix of sea and sky, shine brightly as he looks up at Simon. "Are ye serious?"

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't."

Simon clenches his jaw painfully tight when Johnny agrees.

Only once Simon stands alone in his office does he let his emotions show. The sound of his fist hitting the desk fills the room, first with one resounding thump, then with another, leaving his knuckles throbbing. He's going to bloody ruin you.

Maybe Johnny will be willing to share you after all of this is said and done.

--

Johnny came to him later that day, letting him know that you had also agreed, but no mask at home. You won't sleep with someone whose face you can't see.

Simon almost took his mask off in exhilaration on the spot.

--

Simon has your legs propped on the edge of the bed as he lapped at your sopping cunt.

"Johnny, ya gotta focus here," he pointed his tongue and circled it around your swollen clit, making your back arch, and Johnny has to tighten his hold on you. He sat behind you, your back to his chest, his arms around you as he looked over your sweaty shoulder to watch Simon eat like a man starved.

"And gently curl your fingers inside, you're looking for..." he paused, the tendons in the middle of his wrist fluttering as he prodded until you were squealing, dripping slick down his hand. "That. You're looking for her sweet spot," he instructed.

Simon keeps rubbing your walls, and every movement has the obscene squelching of your drenched cunt getting noisier. "She's about t'come, I can feel her startin' to squeeze my fingers. Look at her, Johnny. That's the face ya wanna see," and then he turns his attention to you. "Come f'me, pet, let me hear ya."

He encircles your clit with his lips and sucks, and you shatter in Johnny's arms— head thrown back onto his shoulder, trembling violently, loudly dry sobbing at the toe-curling ecstasy that's searing through your veins, stealing the very oxygen in your lungs. Simon doesn't stop thrusting his fingers, prolonging your pleasure, taking every bit of it for himself. It's the only time he'll be selfish.

Your head is clouded with arousal, numb from pleasure, and you can vaguely feel yourself being laid flat on the bed, limp legs hooked over shoulders, feet resting on a strong back— muscles rippling with each movement.

There's a buzzing sound in your ears, and you can see Johnny's lips moving, talking to you, and then he's stepping away. You lazily turn your head to the side, and watch Johnny kneel by the side of the bed, gaze intense as he looks towards where Simon is. Then there's something hot, heavy, and thick pressing into your entrance, splitting you open, sensitive walls stinging at the stretch, and it goes deep, and even deeper still— it seems never-ending until there's a pinch in your lower stomach.

"Atta girl, love." Simon grips your jaw with one hand, and commands, "Eyes on Johnny, sweetheart. Let him see ya and let me hear ya."

And starts to pump his hips. The depths that he's in are devastating, it feels like he's rearranging your insides, which is strange because Johnny's got a monster in his pants as well, but this.

This is different.

You're so sensitive from your prior orgasm that it feels so much more intense, and you can't even try to hold back the keens that are being wrenched from you. Your vision is blurry with tears from overstimulation, but you keep your gaze on Johnny, and he looks painfully aroused. His cheeks are bright pink, his mouth slightly open as he pants, eyes molten as he looks at your cunt swallowing up someone else's cock.

God, he's so pretty.

You're brought out of your musings when Simon places a pillow underneath you, lifting your hips and changing the angle.

The way Simon fills you to the brim with his cock, pushing you to, if not past, your limit is just plain disrespectful.

And then he grabs your legs by the ankles, your thighs touching your chest, folding you in half like a napkin to start thrusting shallowly— the tip of his head gently jabbing into your g-spot.

Your head goes blank, vision white, and your mouth opens into a silent scream, or maybe not so silent, who knows who cares.

Simon thrusts 4 times before that coil in your stomach snaps like a pencil. Your cunt clamps down on him like a vice, unwilling to let him move, but he only grunts and starts to slam his hips into your soft arse— spine rattling from the strength of him. He unrelentingly fucks you through your climax, hips never losing their rhythm.

He's bottoming out now, and you swear you can feel him in your throat, and he starts to pound into your used cunt. When you hiss from how tender you feel, Johnny cups your cheek and leans in to give you a soul-stealing kiss. It's sloppy, you can hear the slick sounds your mouths make, and when you moan into him, Simon's thrusts turn sloppy, choppy. Then he pulls out with a loud snarl to spurt thick, viscous cum directly over your puffy slit, coating your mons with it too— only to push himself back inside, head dripping with his seed, and slowly thrusts until he's overstimulated.

Simon gently lowers your legs back onto the bed, and you groan at the ache when you feel your blood rushing back to them.

"Fuck me," you mumble tiredly, and Johnny chuckles in response.

"Simon already did tha', bonnie." Johnny presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead and looks at Simon.

"I now ken what ye mean, LT. This was a different beast altogether."

You huff out a laugh because beast indeed.

Jesus.

[makur0]

Day 14 - Camgirl [kuro kiryu x afab! reader]

content warnings - nsfw, mdni. penetration, recorded sex, rough sex, creampie

word count - 741

Kuro was amazing at following your request...

But there’s only so much he can take.

He didn’t mind at all if you used him for your videos, as long as both of your faces were out of view of the camera. But he did get slightly jealous when he saw the chat speed up whenever you did something absolutely sultry right in front of the viewer’s eyes.

He glanced down at you as you slowly fucked yourself on his girth, biting your lip and staring curiously at the chat, grinning. You showed off confidently how he split you open so well, your slick coating his dick.

Kuro did respect you and your choices, he really did. But can’t he just be a little bit selfish? Can’t he just have you all to himself?

Then one certain comment caught his eye, and he tensed up.

user34: that could so be me to you rn, baby

And more.

user05: bet that i can fill them up better than whoever is w them

user63: get urself a different man smh, he’s doing shit

And more.

user56: prob faking it tbh

user92: honestly gonna find ur address and stop by sugar

user14: my one and only you should definitely come w me instead of him

user78: boring

He did say there was only so much he can take.

As you were occupied with grinding against him, still reading the comments (and nervously flicking your gaze from him to the screen) Kuro checked his phone and opened your stream. Indeed both of your faces were out of the camera, only your cunt and his cock in view. Perfect.

“L’just shift over here...” He muttered into your ear, moving the two of you farther to your right, purposely grazing against your g-spot and pulling out a small moan from you. 

As soon as he got you into the position he wanted you to be, he lunged over and shoved you against the mattress. A confused noise turned into a yelp as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, arching your back as he pistoned into you relentlessly. “K-Kuro-?!”

He didn’t bother to answer, instead groaning loosely as he felt your warm walls suck him in, your slick and his precum dribbling down your shaking thighs. Soon enough your torso collapsed into the bed, slutty moans erupting out of your mouth as your cunt got demolished.

“Look.” He brought his phone up to your eyes, which was still open to your stream, and forced you to look at it. “D’yknow who that is?”

You stared confusedly, but then your foggy eyes widened as you realized that it was you two. Kuro had positioned you perfectly that the camera recorded him fucking you harshly, balls slapping against your ass. A whiny moan left you, tightening even more around his girth as the sight aroused you even more.

“Don’t close your eyes,” He hissed softly, cupping your chin and angling it to his phone. “Look at it. This is what your viewers are seeing too. Seeing me ruin you? You like that? You wanted that?”

God, he didn’t realize how much he was turning you on. If you knew that he could be this sexual, you would have used it a long time ago...

“They’re going to see me claim you,” He groaned in your ear, his movements becoming rushed and choppy as he neared his high. “That you belong to me.”

A particularly harsh thrust forced your mouth open in a silent moan, and you saw from Kuro’s phone him coming inside of you. Not only you felt his seed fill you up to the near brim, but you watched the sticky fluid burst out of your cunt and drip down, staining the sheets under him.

A shuddered whine left you again, thighs closing as you came around his cock. Feeling and seeing it... you never knew that you were into that. But by god was it so fucking hot...

Kuro peeked over your shoulder, watching the stream show his cum still seeping out as he pulled his dick out and brushed it against your ass, creating a small white streak along your lower back. This one time he was glad that his seed leaked out of you instead of staying put, ‘cause that signaled that you belonged to him, only him.

...He should do this more often, the both of you silently agreed.

[aravas-writing]

(Secret Star AU)

Title: "Ravenous Rave Romp!"

Cinder had been desperate for money, her normal "allowance" delayed for some reason (Watts!) Which means she needed a job. Emerald, who she had just recruited, said this place would be perfect, but Cinder had second thoughts the minute she walked into the porn studio. But before she could protest, Emerald had already signed her up for a Rave scene, wearing a multi coloured wig, hiding her identity. Cinder reluctantly went along with it, it wasn't like this smiling blonde could be rough with her, which she would have known, had she read the script...

She hated this whole situation with all of her heart. Cinder Fall was not a prostitute! She dangled the dream of sex with her in front of others to do her bidding, not give away her body!

She was done with that ever since she left the Silver Unicorn...once had been well enough.

Alas, that brazen arrogant fool Watts told her that there was some form of difficulty to move her required funds, so she would have to get a job.

Who the hell did he think she was?!

Calm...Calm...deep breaths... Emerald tried her best to get something that would get money easy while being somewhat dignified and matching Cinder's CV.

Somehow, her help had come up with an adult film company looking for new talent. Cinder had almost fried the chocolate-skinned street rat for it, but she had to concede that the terms of the contract she brought back were acceptable. It was a small consolation, alongside Emerald also being given a form.

Of course the greenette would have to fill her copy out as well.

The script was easy enough. Dance in a rave party alongside carefully chosen actors, all of whom actually seemed to relish being able to party on company clock. Then she was to carefully seduce her co-star into dancing with her, before getting dirty right on the dance floor.

Cinder had to admit, public sex had a thrill to it, which was possibly why she accepted these tacky-looking extensions in her hair. Sure, no one outside could tell that those weren't actually part of her hair, but still! Green and blue?!

Right, she was supposed to be a raver...

Miniskirt ready for easy access, skimpy top, makeup done and she was ready to rock the world of whatever guy was going to be sent her way.

...wait, how would one dance rave?

Too late, the crowd was ready and music was getting blasted through the speakers. It was a rather unsophisticated tune, but it certainly was easy enough to dance to. All one had to do was follow the beat.

Easy enough. The bodies around her were dancing fairly close to her, but not close enough to disrupt either Cinder or the cameras. The ravenette put on a bit of a show for them. A shimmy turned into a luscious roll of her hips, before excitedly jump around and letting her ass jiggle beneath her skirt.

And, of course, she only wore a thin thong.

As she danced, she noticed a figure approaching her spot on the dance floor. Judging him to be her co-star, Cinder threw a sneaky glance his way. Blonde hair adorned a head sitting on a tall body as blue eyes sparkled with mischief and adoration in equal parts.

'Oh no, he's hot.' That was most definitely not Cinder Fall's immediate thought upon seeing the guy, who himself was dressed in a shirt and shorts which both featured splatters of neon paint.

She used all her skill as a receiver to pretend to notice him just as he started appearing close to her own space on the dance floor. A howl of excitement ran through the crowd as the song changed. Fittingly enough, it was called "Satisfaction".

A coy smile his way and an extended hand, this silly boy took one huge step towards the Fall Maiden turned raver and danced to the beat. His hands met her hips immediately as he got close, a smile on his own lips as the two actually had fun.

Cinder could scarcely believe it herself. She was having fun to gaudy music and dancing with this ridiculously handsome- this adequately attractive stranger. Her smile became a little more genuine, certainly more so since she became what she was today.

But alas, this lighthearted atmosphere had to be shattered and replaced with a more sexual one. Taking his arm and lifting it slightly, the seductress used the opening to dance right into his arms, rubbing her shapely ass against his crotch. To finish this, she lifted her head to smile at the blonde boy.

He looked surprised at her forwardness, but soon relented and let his hands roam her perfect body. One caressed her thigh, inching close to her crotch while lifting her skirt as another roamed her flat stomach while searching a way towards her boobs.

Another jiggle of her ass, some pressing of her hips against his, and Cinder knew that her co-star was packing. Certainly something to look forward to as one of his hands finally made it up to her clothed boob to cup it gently. His thumb started to circle her nipple through the fabric, making Cinder bite her lip and shimmy around in his arms some more. Her flat stomach undulating was perfectly caught on camera.

Through the droning beat, Cinder wished he could hear her breathing heavily under his touch as he whispered all the dirty things he would do to her in her ear. Alas, there was no sound beyond the music.

Not that words were really necessary. The blonde's hand finally crept beneath her skirt, teasing and caressing her clad mound. She moaned, not that anyone could hear, as she realized that she had gotten wet under him. As his hand kept caressing her, she looked back up to him, craning her neck as she did, and smiled at him using her best fuck-me eyes.

He would have to oblige her, since they still starred in a porn video. He needed to fuck her, he just had to! Oum knows she wanted it.

Nice, well-shaped fingers pulled her thong away, baring what little it concealed to a curious camera lens as the music changed again to a different sound, this one like something was approaching. Cinder smiled at the timing of it as her handsome co-star probed her pussy, exploring it carefully instead of jamming it in like a possessive brute.

So many steps up from what she had to endure...He was focused on her pleasure, his finger scraping against her in the nicest way, pistoning in and out of her tight and ready pussy.

Cinder patience left as her libido rose, and she had to pull his wrist away from her pussy and towards her ass as she turned around, facing him now.

A female voice could be heard in this track, seemingly addressing the listener with an endearing and horny "Hey Baby", asking them increasingly lustful questions. Cinder herself fumbled at her blonde stud's- her friendly blonde's pants to fish out his painfully hard cock. Amber eyes not leaving blue, nimble hands wandered all over his length as her smile grew. Finally, she pulled close, slinging a leg around his hip and directing his cock close to her waiting muff. She could feel his tip close to her lips, so close that her hips moved against it in her own.

Finally, her blonde grabbed the ravenette by the hips and the leg slung around him, balancing her, and guided himself inside her. He didn't even use his hands, making her eyes widen as he entered her just like that.

To anyone looking on, the two were dancing very provocatively. To Cinder Fall, this was an experience unlike any other. He fit her excellently, dare she say perfectly; his cock filled her pussy completely! All the sexy minx wanted was for him to move immediately, perhaps giving her her first orgasm!

Dammit, she was so turned on!

His one hand cupping her ass cheek, he pressed deep and rhythmically inside her, then pulling out, then repeat three times before he followed with several shallow thrusts.

Cinder was certain that her juices were glistening in the lights as the speaking part of the song turned overtly sexual and her man fucked her good. Waves of pleasure ran through her, coursing through her veins as he held her close, amber eyes gazing at him with something so close to adoration that she herself wondered...

"Oh my God!" The girl in the song moaned in pretend lust as Cinder gasped it in actual lust as he simply picked her up, arms beneath her kneepits, and fucked her hard and good while standing.

She was getting close as he made his lust for her relentlessly known. Blue eyes and a mouth slightly opened to moan softly mirrored her own expression as she approached her own high; the very first anyone ever gave her!

A head snapped forward in the decisive moment and hungry lips met, tongues battling against one another as their climax rocked their bodies, a deluge if fun filling Cinder as her partner shivered, moaning into her mouth as her own sounds vibrated, letting them both feel it.

Finally, they separated, and Cinder was gently set down on wobbly legs. Not wasting a second, right after his still-hard dick was back in his pants, she pointed off the dance floor, in the vague direction of "private", and took his hand to lead him away...

"Cut!" The director yelled through the sound. "Excellent shoot, you two! Magnificent performance! You led her well, Jamie!"

As the ravenette blinked owlishly, torn out of her horny mode, her partner basically scratched the back of his head. "Thank you, but I'm pretty sure my partner here is the real star," he screamed back over the din of the ongoing party and pointing to the ravenette.

"Ah, certainly!" The director nodded to her. "We'll wire you your payment for this gig ASAP! You can go to the showers now; just-"

As soon as Cinder heard the word "showers" and saw the hand pointing in the direction, her trek continued, pulling this "Jamie" along undeterredly.

As soon as they arrived, her clothes practically flew off of her while she hungrily glared at the blonde. "I want a second round, Jamie," she clarified.

"Jaune, actually; Jamie is my stage-"

"Jaune, then." He was almost adorably nervous. "Get those extensions out if my hair and I'll make it worth it," Cinder commanded in her best seductress voice, beckoning him to follow as she headed to the shower.

She would definitely sign up to exclusively work with him...

[rocorambles]

I'm am an utter Seijoh w h o r e thank you for asking 😌

I've always loved the idea of the Seijoh Third years au during the purge, going out into it as a unit to track down their darling (either manager or just someone they collectively have their eyes on) and bringing her back to their place for the worst best night of her life. Mattsun's horse cock, cockwarming in her throat while Makki and Iwaizumi make use of the rest of her. (I am wildly into double vaginal penetration)

And oikawa is manning the camera so they can remember this night for years to come. He can be patient, they waited all year right? He could wait an hour or two more. They have all night with her after all

YULI THE WAY THIS ASK HAD ME SCREAMING!!!! I needed to let it marinate in my inbox so I could do it justice and hopefully this lives up to your expectations~

Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Rape/Non-Con, Non-Con Video Recording, Degradation, Humiliation

Graduation is quickly approaching and it should be a time of excitement, celebration, maybe a tinge of sadness as the third-years prepare to move on with their lives and go on a new adventure. But all Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki feel is frustration. They had all jokingly taken bets on which of them you’d end up dating, although there’s nothing funny about how much each one of them cares for you and wishes more than anything else that it’s them that holds a special place in your heart. But they had been so sure that you must love one of them, no one else even in contention in their minds. So imagine their surprise when you reject all of them. 

You’d rather be alone than with any of them? 

That’s not an option and quite insulting as far as Oikawa is concerned and they panic, heatedly whispering and seething to each other as graduation draws nearer and nearer, as the end of their time with you threateningly approaches. 

But they have one saving grace and they impatiently wait, nonstop planning and scheming as they work out your special night, hopefully the first of many as the yearly purge also draws near, thankfully just before graduation. Really, they couldn’t have asked for better timing and it’s almost like even God is on their side. 

The purge isn’t something you’ve ever worried about much, not something that a normal person like you has much to fear and you plan on quietly spending it safely locked away at home as usual, knowing no one has it in for you, that there’s no reason for anyone to be actively trying to hunt you down. So terror lances through you when there’s pounding on your front door, when the locked doorknob rattles and shakes as someone attempts to twist it open, when the wood of your door creaks and shudders under the force of the person trying to break in. 

But suddenly there’s strangely familiar shouting and the noises stop and you stare with hopeful teary eyes, practically sprinting to fling open the door when you place the voice in your mind that’s softly urging you to open up and throwing yourself into the arms of the handsome captain. 

Maybe in hindsight you’ll wonder why you didn’t question what Oikawa and Iwaizumi were doing at your front door, but in the moment, shaken by what had just transpired, you obediently lace your fingers with Oikawa’s and let him tug you to his house, closely trailed by Iwaizumi who scans your surroundings, before letting Hanamaki and Matsukawa pull you into a group hug when the three of you safely return to Oikawa’s residence where the five of you will ride out the rest of the purge together. 

It should be comforting knowing that you’ll be with four of the strongest men you know and you do feel safe, at first, but you feel uneasy the longer the four of them unabashedly stare at you, hungrily looking at you as if you’re a piece of meat, tensing at the question Oikawa asks. 

“Why aren’t we good enough for you?” 

To be honest, you had thought it was a joke when one by one, all four men had asked you out privately and it wasn’t until afterwards when you saw the genuine hurt on their faces when you turned them down that you realized all of them had been serious. It’s flattering. It really is. They’re handsome and athletic and you know most of the female population at Aoba Johsai would kill to be with any of them, let alone have all four interested in them. But you aren’t most of the female population and dating just wasn’t in your current plans. 

You flinch at the harsh scoff Matsukawa directs at you. 

“You’re not like most women? So this doesn’t make you feel anything?”

You screech as he abruptly slips a hand down the front of his pants and pulls out his cock in broad view for everyone to look, your hands trying to cover your face, but Iwaizumi’s hands grab your wrists from behind and Hanamaki’s hand on your face forces you to really take in the view in front of you. 

And what a view it is. 

You had heard rumors about just how massive Matsukawa is and you can now attest to the fact they aren’t just rumors and despite the blaring alarms in your head, you can’t look away, mouth going dry at the sight, which doesn’t go unnoticed by the tall blocker who mockingly laughs at you. 

“I thought you weren’t like most women? If you want it that much, I’ll give it to you.” 

You don’t have time to register what’s happening until you’re being shoved down to your knees by Hanamaki, face forcefully being squished against the cock, nose having no choice but to inhale Matsukawa’s musky scent, upper body splayed across Matsukawa’s lap while your ass is raised high in the air behind you. Your hands desperately try to scramble for purchase, trying to lift yourself up and away from your humiliating position, but they’re pulled back behind you once again by Iwaizumi and tears begin to prick at the corners of your eyes as Matsukawa mockingly rubs and smears his shaft all over you, beads of pre-cum being rubbed all over your face.

“Now open up and don’t bite, otherwise you really won’t like what we do to you.” 

And you believe him, already terrified of what they have in store for you, hopelessness and helplessness flooding through you and keeping you docile when you register just how little you can do against all four of them, when sinking realization that even if you did miraculously escape them, there’d be no hope for you out alone during the purge. 

What choice do you have? 

So you listen, hoping that if you play along with their sick and twisted game, they’ll let you off the hook more easily, that you can just toughen up and get through this one night and flee far far far away from these monsters once the morning arrives. And you open your mouth, nausea roiling through you as Matsukawa’s tip slides past your pursed lips, his girth achingly stretching your mouth, his length bringing a new wave of tears to your eyes as your throat is completely violated, breathing becoming shallow as you desperately inhale as much as you can through your nose as your head is continuously shoved down, throat and eyes fluttering at how agonizing the feeling is when he finally bottoms out inside of you. 

Matsukawa laughs at the way your body wildly flails for oxygen, groaning at the way your mouth vibrates with your screams and your throat convulses when he cruelly pinches your nose shut with his fingers and it becomes an awful game of push and pull as he alternates between releasing and pinching, enjoying how much control he has over your body and your life. 

But you have more to worry about than just the man in front of you and you’re rudely reminded of that as a body slips underneath you from behind, hands holding your thighs in place as bodies move behind you. And you incoherently scream, unintelligible babble and gargles from around Matsukawa’s cock indicating just how stressed and panicked you feel as two objects grind and rub against your pussy. 

They’re not going to fit. They’re not going to fit. They’re not going to-

Your eyes go impossibly wide, body going rigid in shock and despair, mind trying to cope with the excruciating pain as two cocks insistently press against your tight opening, slowly, but surely bullying their way in, and a high-pitched keening scream pierces the room as your walls are brutally stretched wide, body feeling broken just from the two well-endowed men bottoming out inside of you. 

But your mind completely shatters when they begin to move, Iwaizumi painfully pulling your arms almost of their socket as he pistons in and out of you at a feral pace, Hanamaki forcing you to bounce up and down on his cock, jeeringly slapping your ass as your globes jiggle in front of him. And you don’t even know who or what you are anymore as your pussy and mouth are ravaged, used as little more than two convenient holes, pain and humiliation blinding you, and something far more terrifying beginning to bubble just below the surface as Hanamaki’s hand slides between your legs to play with your clit. 

You don’t like this. There’s no way you like this. You can’t feel good. 

But Hanamaki is insistent on making sure growing pleasure entangles you in its grasp, smirking at the way your pussy undeniably begins to clench, the way your hips begin to move on their own, the way arousal begins to drench both their cocks, the way beautiful wanton moans begin to fill the air. 

They love you after all. What fun would it be if they didn’t make sure you felt good too? And sure, maybe it’ll hurt a bit in the beginning, but you were made for this, made for them, and your body will get used to it, adjust for them. 

Oikawa watches in fascination, hand palming his own raging erection as he observes everything from the video camera filming, unknown to you. And it takes every bit of self-control not to join the fray, not to make use of that tight puckered hole of yours that’s so lonely and unused. But his time will come. The time will come when you’ll know what it feels like for every single hole to be stuffed full. The time will come when he’ll know every inch and crevice of all your holes personally. 

But for now he can sit back and watch as his peers break you in, as he secures the footage that will tie you to them forever. Because even when the purge ends, this video will still exist and he’ll have no qualms about sending it to any university you hope to run away to after graduation if you don’t forget about your far fetched thoughts and stay by their side where you belong. 

Did you really think they didn’t know about your silly selfish plans to stray as far from Miyagi as possible, as far from them as possible? 

It’s almost enough to make him completely lose his temper, the thought of you escaping them. But he reminds himself that it didn’t happen, that it won’t happen. And with that comforting piece of knowledge, he carefully adjusts the camera, zooming in on your tear and drool stained face and the way your pussy gapes wide as the two cocks relentlessly drill in and out of you. 

[myhockeyworld87]

Milestone Maker - Sidney Crosby

Word Count: 1,992

POV: Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Language

Notes: So you guys made me realize I could not let this milestone of my OG hockey hubby go by without writing a little something. I hope you all enjoy this. Happy Reading to all of you! Congratulation Sidney on 1000th games! Can’t wait to watch him in the next 1000. 

“Good morning, my love,” you greeted your husband, setting the breakfast tray down at the foot of the bed so that you could kiss him properly. “Happy one-thousandth game day.” Sid smiled sweetly at you, before drawing you back down for another kiss. You’d been married for almost nineteen months now and you still couldn’t get enough of each other.

Your foot bumped the tray, as the kiss turned heated, reminding you that you’d brought him breakfast on his special day. “What’s this?” He asked after hearing the clink of the silverware.

“I made you all your favorites.”

“You’re telling me there are waffles in there?”

“Of course, with strawberries, just the way you like them.” You set the tray on his lap, removing the cover that you’d placed on it so keep everything warm.

“You know the other way I like this?” He scooped up a dollop of whipped cream and smeared it on your lips before licking it away.

“Eat this first,” you ordered, lifting up a forkful of eggs to feed him. “Then we’ll move on to other things.” He took the proffered bite, seductively closing his lips around the utensil and you were suddenly second-guessing your decision to bring him breakfast in bed. “You know I’m supposed to be the one inciting you like that.”

“Babe, you literally walk in the room and I want you. So consider this a taste of your own medicine.” Sid decided to grab a piece of turkey bacon next, moaning dramatically as he ate. It was all over after that. You grabbed the tray and set it on the bench at the foot of the bed. “Hey,” Sid whined. “That’s my breakfast.”

“Mmmhmm, I’m aware.” You crawled back up the length of the bed so that you were situated beside the length of him

“Then you’re aware it’s getting cold.” That damn smirk was on his face, the one that never failed to turn your insides to goo.

“I’ll remake everything, but this can’t wait.” You shimmied the comforter and sheets that were pooled around his waist down, exposing his body to you. Hands raking down his chest, you felt his sharp intake of breath before you heard it. Sid took the satin ties of your robe and toyed with them between his fingers, itching to touch your body, but this was about him today. You swatted him away before bending down to kiss the little trail of hair that led to the place you knew would drive him wild.

Taking his cock, you let your tongue sneak out and lick the head, tasting his dewy precum. It was your turn to moan, and you felt Sid harden even further with just that small simple touch. When you wrapped your lips around his shaft, Sid’s head fell back against the bed, lost in the power of your mouth. His hand instinctively threaded through your hair, pulling it back so he could enjoy the view. You worked him in and out of your mouth; your hand pumping what couldn’t fit in. “You’re so fucking good to me, (Y/N).” Swirling your tongue around the head, Sid groaned out his pleasure. You had a knack of driving him to the brink in no time and today was no different.

You popped him out of your mouth, then trailed your tongue down to his balls, sucking and licking him the way you knew he liked. His shaft, you worked with your right hand, jerking it up and down in a motion that drove him mad. It was torturous, but torture that he loved and you loved taking him there. His hips bucked up in your hand and you knew he was close, so you took him back into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks so you could suck him off.

“Fuck baby.” The words were no sooner out of his mouth than he was pushing you off of him and rolling you onto your back. Somehow the ties of your robe had come undone, and Sid pushed it open the rest of the way to reveal your naked form. “God, you’re beautiful.” His fingers slipped between your folds, to make sure that you were wet for him. There was no need for you’d been dripping since the moment he took that bite of egg, but Sid, being the gentlemen that he was, always needed to make sure.

“Please, Sid,” you begged, wanting his cock inside you. “I need you.”

Again, that cocky little smirk, the one that you’d fallen in love with, came out, before he thrust deep inside you. “You feel so fucking good.” He pushed your knees back, before leveraging himself over you, then began pumping in and out of your pussy. His lips found yours, devouring you as he stroked his cock in and out of you. For as long as you’d known him, and it had been a few hundred of those thousand games, this would never get old. You’d always love the feel of him thrusting deep inside you.

Sid pinned your hands on either side of your head and laced his fingers with yours. His mouth was still firmly attached to yours, as he pistoned in and out of you. You were on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment, when he finally broke the kiss, both of you panting. “I love you,” He said looking deep in your eyes, right as you fell apart. The sight and feel causing Sid to spiral down that path with you. He collapsed on top of you, after cumming deep inside you.

“I love you too,” you whispered stroking the nape of his neck, then running your fingers through his soft curls. He moved to his side taking you with him and the two of you laid there for several minutes just catching your breath. Finally, Sid got up and went to the foot of the bed. “What are you doing?”

“Eating my breakfast,” he laughed, bringing the tray back up. “I worked up an appetite.”

You grabbed the tray out of his hand as he snatched up another piece of bacon. “This is cold. I’ll go make you fresh while you shower. You’ve got practice soon.”

There was a pout on his face, one that usually appeared when there was a bad call on the ice. “You’re ruining my day with talk of that.”

“Well, how else are you going to get another thousand if you don’t get out of this bed.”

“Fine, I’m going.”

The two of you went about your day, as you would any normal game day, for although it was his thousandth game, some things you couldn’t change. “I’ll see you at the arena.” He said before kissing you goodbye. “You’ll be on time, right?”

“Of course, I will.” You’d never been late to anything of his or yours for that matter, but you knew he was fretting because there would be a special little ceremony before the game.

“I know. I’m just being paranoid, but you’re all that's here for this.” It was killing Sid that his parents couldn’t be here with Covid restrictions.

“I know, baby. I’ll be there extra early.”

“Thanks, babe. I love you.”

“Love you too.” He was out the door then and as soon as he was, you were putting your surprise for him into action. Of course, the Penguins had things planned out for him, but you’d wanted to do something special for him as well.

You got ready and headed to the arena, making sure you were there thirty minutes before the time Sid had asked you to be, along with your surprise. While this wasn’t the way you wanted to commemorate your husband’s milestone, both you and he would’ve preferred to do it in front of the home crowd in Pittsburgh, you were still happy that the team and NHL were recognizing his accomplishment.

Right before the National anthem, they brought out the carpet where you would meet Sid. You stood there, waiting as you heard the announcer start the speech. Sid looked over making sure you were there and you blew him a kiss, while he gave you a little smirk and wink back. He then turned his attention to the scoreboard to watch the montage and well wishes from everyone. You had tears in your eyes as you watched all his accomplishments. The video came to an end to the sound of piped-in applause and stick taps from both teams.

“Please welcome Sidney’s family,” you heard the announcer say before the door opened. Sid looked over as you walked out, his parents and sister trailing behind you. He was stunned that they were there. Why you weren’t sure, because they would never miss something this special in his life, but you’d definitely been able to pull off this little surprise. He pinched the bridge of his nose to stop the tears that threatened to fall, while yours were already tumbling down.

He stopped at your first, kissing you through your mask. “How did you?”

“I’ll tell you later. I love you, baby. Congratulations.” He moved on hugging and kissing the cheeks of all his family members, while a couple of the guys brought out flowers for you, Trina and Taylor. Geno and Tanger brought out his sliver stick, while Rusty handed out the special plaque that was made. It was over within minutes but the reaction from Sid would last a lifetime in your mind.

At the end of the night, everyone celebrated his accomplishment with champagne at the arena. His parents told him that it had been all your doing to get them here, making sure that they had covid tests and getting them a hotel to stay at for the surprise. They would be staying on a few days longer, but at your home with the two of you.

“I don’t know how to thank you, babe. This means so much.”

“I still have a couple surprises left.” You pulled out one of the boxes you had hidden for him.

He opened the gift, a specially made Rolex watch commemorating his accomplishment. “Wow, this is incredible.”

“Just like you,” you told him before handing him the other.

“Sweetie this is way too much. You didn’t need to do all this.”

“Shush,” you told. “You deserve it, though this one has a no return policy on it so I hope you like it.”

His curiosity was piqued at that and he tore away the paper quickly. Lifting the lid, he gasped, smiling brightly at what he saw inside. “Really?” You simply smiled and nodded back.

“What is it, son?” Troy asked though everyone in the room's attention was now on Sidney.

“We’re having a baby,” Sid announced, before closing the lid and lifting you off the ground. He kissed you as champagne and cheers went up all around you. Sid set you down on your feet, after a few minutes, a worried look crossing his face. “Was that ok? Maybe I shouldn’t have told everyone.”

“It’s perfectly fine. I hope you don’t mind me telling you this way.”

“Mind? Babe this is perfect. You made this day one I’ll never forget.” His hands were roaming over your belly, where the baby grew even though you hadn’t started to show at all.

“I think you did that all on your own.”

“Nah, it’s taken everyone here to get me this far in my career, and it’s taken you to get me something I’ve always dreamed of.” Pregnancy hormones were getting the best of you as happy tears started to pool in your eyes. “Just think, if I make it to fifteen-hundred games, our little one will be out there with you.”

“You’ll make it to that and I have a feeling it’ll be more than one little one out there, Mr. Crosby.”

“God, I hope so. I love you, Mrs. Crosby.”

“Love you too, Sid.”

[kkodzvken]

out the roof - dabi x g.n. reader

synopsis: he had to keep himself calm and collected, for the sake of his goal. but he’s simmering beneath his skin, and he’s going to take all that adrenaline, all that anger and rage and pent up emotion, out on your pretty little body. 

warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY! dubcon (? not sure if this qualifies as dubcon, but i’d rather be safe than sorry), a bit of angst, rough oral sex (m. receiving), codependent/toxic relationship, mentions of drug use

wc: 1.3k

a/n: so...i was possessed with thoughts of dabi facefucking you after he films his 290 reveal video... i was gonna finish a touya-nii fic today but here we are lmao. title cred: out the roof by chase atlantic

He doesn’t let you in the room as he’s filming -- he needs to focus on the task at hand, and he knows that he won’t be able to keep his hands off of you if you’re in there with him. But the moment that he’s done, he’s stalking out of the room and into the hallway, where you’re waiting.

He’s got that insane look in his eyes. His pupils are blown out, but you can still see the rings of aqua that surround them. His eyes burn like blue like the inferno that’s destroying his body. Smoke rolls off his body in wisps. His quirk is tied to his emotions, and his emotions are a fucking roller coaster right now. His hands are so warm that you inadvertently flinch when he grabs you, but you can’t help but melt into his touch.

He kisses you, and it’s not romantic. Dabi is far from romantic. His quirk may be fire, but his body and being are made of ice. He’s cold with you, doesn’t know how to express his emotions or tell you how much you mean to him. He loves you -- you know he does -- but he rarely show it, and he sure as hell doesn’t say it. Sex with him is always rough and angry, and today is no exception. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, and his fingers dig into your hips, so hard that you know you’ll have bruises when you wake up tomorrow. 

He doesn’t use words. He doesn’t need to. You’ve done this dance dozens, hundreds, maybe even thousands of times before. You’re the one thing in this world that can quel his flames, the one drug that never fails to get him high. You and him are a mess of tangled limbs and clacking teeth. His kisses are messy and open mouthed, and you can taste his saliva on your tongue even after he shifts his lips to your neck. He bites down, adding another pretty red mark to the countless others that litter your skin. 

He refuses to detach himself from you, can’t bear to lose the feeling of your skin against his for even a second. You know better than to suggest heading to the bedroom. Dabi is an impatient man, as evidenced by the way that he’s already tugging your shirt off. 

“On your knees,” he growls. You drop to the ground obediently and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and looking up at him through your eyelashes. He groans at the sight as he furiously tries to unbuckle his belt, but his fingers are shaking so badly that he can’t. You don’t know if it’s lust or fury that’s making him lose his composure, but the distinction doesn’t matter too much. 

You try to reach for his belt and help, but he swats your hand away and shoots you a glare. 

“Let me take care of you,” you say. He won’t talk to you, won’t tell you what he’s feeling or let you comfort him with anything besides your body. It breaks your heart to see him like this, so consumed with fiery rage that it’s destroying him. The least I can do is make him feel good. You need to make him feel good, need to help him in the only way that he’ll accept. 

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” he snarls, which so much venom that it makes you flinch. He finally gets the belt off and shoves his pants and boxers down to his thighs, not bothering to remove them completely. His cock bounces up, already hard and dripping. You barely have a second to brace yourself before one of his rough hands is gripping your jaw and angling you just how he wants. You get the hint and open your mouth, and he doesn’t waste any time in shoving himself in. 

No matter how many times he does this, you never get used to it. The sudden intrusion makes you gag. Not even a few seconds in, and your eyes are already watering. You do your best to keep them open and look up at him, the way that he likes it. You want to hollow your cheeks, want to swirl your tongue and do something besides just sitting there and taking it like a useless doll, but he’s thrusting into your throat so violently that it’s hard to focus on anything besides breathing through your nose. 

Your hands come up to dig in his pants, bunched against his thighs. The material is rough and dirty, but you desperately need something to latch on to, something to keep you anchored. His balls slap against your chin, so hard that it hurts, but you don’t want to complain and upset him any further. So you sit there and take him like a good fuckdoll, let him work through his anger and take it out on your pretty little mouth. 

The pain is worth it, though, to see him like this. His head is thrown back and his jaw is clenched. He’s beautiful, even if he refuses to accept it. Sweat glistens on his brow, and the way that his hair falls across his face is breathtaking. The hand that isn’t digging into your jaw moves to grasp your hair. He makes a fist and pulls, and you can’t help but whine around his cock. He lets out a groan at the feeling, and you immediately repeat it, desperate to pull those lovely reactions out of him, He rarely makes noise, rarely gives you anything besides heavy breathing and the occasional grunt. You savor every little crumb, of course -- everything that he gives you is golden, and you’re thankful for all of it. But, God, do you love it when he accidentally lets one of those pretty sounds slip out.

You swallow around his cock while looking directly into his eyes. From this angle, you don’t see as much of them as you wish you could, but they’re beautiful nonetheless. Always so vibrant and full of life, always betraying the emotion that rages through his chest, no matter how hard he tries to hide it behind his cocky attitude. 

Touya.

You’d suspected, of course, but hearing him filming his video confirmed it. It certainly explained the rage that coursed through his veins, more powerful than any of the other drugs in his system. He’d let bits and pieces slip through the cracks in his facade before, let out remarks in the heat of the moment that made you suspicious. Moments like now, when he was fucking you like his life depended on it, pistoning his cock into you so hard that you saw stars.

His hold on your hair gets tighter, and his thrusts get impossibly faster. All signs that he’s getting close. You focus on him and try your best to be good for him, to bring him to that euphoria that he so badly needs. You swallow again, hard, ignoring the tears spilling from your eyes and the saliva spilling from your lips. 

He pulls out of your mouth abruptly, and you let out a sob, your body convulsing as you try to catch your breath and reorient yourself. But he doesn’t give you a second to readjust before he’s groaning and painting your face white with his cum. His fist jerks furiously around his cock as he prolongs his ecstasy. He’s so pretty that your heart warms, even as your skin crawls at the feeling of his release covering it. He loves to see you like this, covered with bite marks, bruises and cum. And you love to oblige him, love to give him the satisfaction of your submission.

“Tell me you love me,” he growls, squeezing your cheeks and making you look up at him.

“I love you,” you say, breathless. “I love you so much.”

[mingiswow]

Genre: smut, fluf at the end

Pair: sub!Chan x dom!reader (female)

Word count: +1,9k

Warnings: smut, sub!chan, dom!femreader, mistress kink, pegging, oral (f receiving), facesitting, slightly degradation, anal fingering (male receiving)

A/N: Hi! I don’t know exactly but I was talking to my friend the other day about Chan and OH GOD my mind went places... and ended up in here. So I hope you enjoy me being a filthy h**e about dominating this man. Also, I’m a bit rusty with English so pardon me if there’s anything wrong. I missed writing so much too, so yeah... here it is

You looked at your smiling boyfriend on the screen of your phone, his weekly live playing as you did your assignments. His bright smile was something you admired. As well as his loving persona towards his fans.

“I really love this song” he said as one of your favorites stopped playing. He always played one of your songs just to show you he remembers every song you claim as yours and his. “It’s very romantic” you laughed, knowing damn well that it was a very sensual song.

He scrolled through the comments, answering stays questions, thanking the compliments over the comeback. “I missed you... daddy” he read the comment, lowering his voice to say the word, but it was still possible to listen to his whisper “I missed you too baby stays” you chuckled to yourself, knowing his demeanor too damn well.

In a matter of seconds the internet was filled with videos, gifs and print screens of the phrase. Twitter going wild over it, thousands and thousands of girls commenting about being dominated by him.

You looked over your computer screen, it was past midnight and his live was still going strong, so you decided to let your assignments aside and prepare the bed for when your boyfriend decided it was time to come home.

It was around 2 PM when Chris opened the front door, his steps careful not to wake you up. He dropped his bag on the table and slowly walked to your room, finding the low light still on. “B-“ the words got stuck on his throat when he saw you sitting on the bed, still awake. Very much awake.

“Hi, sugar. I thought you wouldn’t come home today” the smirk on your face - and the toy in your hand - warned he was in for a long night. “Especially after your little show” you slowly walked over the man, his ears, neck and face getting red - and probably the tip of his cock too. “Why did you call yourself today, baby?”

“D-daddy” his voice just above a whisper, the stuttering getting the best of his confidence. Everytime you appeared near him dressed the way you were and with the whip in your hands he knew he did something wrong and was going to be punished. And he hated to admit that he loved.

“Interesting” Chan felt the familiar sting in his thigh, the muscle tensing underneath. “You think you’re daddy?” another sting, this time a soft whimper barely leaving his mouth.

“N-no” he felt your warmth close to his body and all he wanted was to hug you, to hold you close and apologize. But he couldn’t.

“No who?”

“No, mistress” the whip hit his butt this time, a soft moan escaping his lips and he could feel his dick throbbing underneath his sweats.

“Such a good boy, aren’t we? So obedient, so eager to please your mistress” your hands softly touched his toned abs, lowering to his bulge already very visible in his pants. He hissed as soon as he felt your touch, head thrown back in pleasure. “Always so sensitive. I love how my baby gets hard so fast. Who are you hard for?” this time your fingers wrapped around the volume and his lips left the most obscene moan.

“You, mistress. I’m so hard for you. Please let me give you pleasure” you wanted to just throw him in your bed and ride him until there was no tomorrow, but you had to punish him.

“Baby boy wants to give me pleasure?” he nodded eagerly, his lower lip stuck in between his teeth. “So why don’t you show me what those pretty lips of yours can do huh? Take your clothes off and lay in bed”.

Chan rushed his clothes out of his body, his dick springing free and hitting his stomach, a sigh leaving his lips. He laid his body in bed and you could see his chest that you loved so much rise up and down with his heavy breathing. You slowly walked your way to the bed, losing your lacy panties on the way.

You straddled his lap, grinding ever so slightly on his hard cock before moving upwards. “Be a good boy and put your tongue out” Chand gladly did, leaving the wet muscle on display. You gently sat on his face, your weight being held by your legs that almost gave out as soon as the boy gave your core the first lick. He placed his hands on your thighs, pulling you even more towards his face, a moan dying in your throat when he assaulted you needy clit. “Hm baby… that’s it… you’re doing so good for mistress”.

He quickly stopped his ministrations “I want you to cum on my mouth, mistress. Can I please taste you?” 

“Do you think you deserve it? Do you think I should give you what you want after being such a brat?” he moaned when you pulled his head closer to your pussy by his hair, the vibrations almost sending you to the edge.

“I’ll be a good boy, please. I promise I won't do it anymore. I’ll be mistress’ good baby” his voice was muffled by your skin and his needy tone was music to your ears. You loved when he begged. “So show me what you can do, make me cum” you could feel his smile in between your legs as he pulled you even closer to his, holding your legs like his life depended on it. His tongue was fast and skillful, almost rough against your pussy, alternating the pleasure between your entrance and your clit.

You could feel your orgasm building quickly as he kept playing with your clit, sucking the bud a few times. The moan that left your lips when you finally orgasmed sounded more like a groan and Chan licked your cum like you were his last meal, moaning with the taste of it. “Thank you, mistress” he thanked when you left his face, your juices dripping from his chin. The most beautiful sight you’ve seen.

“You made me cum but I still have to punish you, baby” Chan bit his lower lip when he saw you grab the strap and lube from your toys’ drawer. “Turn around sweetie” you came closer, lowering to his ear “I still wanna fuck your ass until you beg me to stop” you could see his dick twitch by your words.

The boy lifted himself, getting back to the bed, this time getting on fours. The soft and pale skin of his ass in display for you, the patch where you hit him with the whip earlier was still shining a pretty shade of pink, making you smirk to yourself.

You prepared yourself, putting the strap around your legs, the smaller dildo that was placed inside entering your pussy deliciously, making you enjoy the fun as much as the boy in front of you. Your hands caressed his ass cheeks, massaging and squeezing the skin, feeling him move his bottom towards you. “You have no idea how hot you are, baby boy” you landed a slap on his ass, a soft whine leaving his lips. “How delicious your body is” another slap. “How everytime I see you I want to grab you and fuck you senseless, make you whimper and scream my name like the little slut you are” his hips rolled themselves against your strap, his head hanging low. “You’d like that, don’t you?” Chan could only moan and whimper underneath you, his fists balled on the bed sheets. 

He hated to admit, but he loved the power you had on him, the way you made him feel every single time you guys had sex, either it was loving, caring and slow or it was dirty, rough and got him seeing stars. “I couldn’t hear you, princess” you added when you heard a mumble, his words barely forming properly with the anticipation. The tip of the dildo touching ever so gently his rim. “Yes, mistress. I’d love that. Please, fuck me, please” his whines where the cutest and he knew you were weak for them.

You smiled and lubed the dildo and your fingers as well. His breath got stuck on his throat when he felt you gently invade his hole with one of your fingers, stretching him little by little, soon adding a second one. Chan’s moans were music to your ears, getting louder by the time you started pumping your fingers in and out of him, his body coming back to meet with your fingers. “M-more… please… I need your cock so bad… I will be a good boy, please, mistress” you cooed at the way he was begging you. “So needy my princess” you took your fingers out and he hissed at the sudden emptiness but soon being filled by the toy, his body jolting forward but soon coming back to meet your hips, the dildo completely buried inside him. The sight before you making your own walls clench around the dildo inside you. 

Your hips slowly started to move, letting Chan get used to the feeling but soon enough your hips were pistoning inside him, his hips meeting yours halfway, your moans mixing deliciously together and you were sure your neighbours could hear everything perfectly but neither of you cared. “Mi-mistress…. agh…. I’m so close” the boy moaned underneath you, his torso already thrown in the bed, his head pressed on the pillow. “You can cum, baby. Come for your mistress, show me how of a dirty baby slut you are for me” your words combined with the fast motions of your hips made Chan come all over the sheets without even having his dick being touched. The sweet whimpers and moans leaving his lips taking you close too, the scene of him shaking underneath you with the tip of the dildo hitting his prostate over and over again, overstimulating him was a sight to behold and soon enough you came too, slowing your thrusts as you rolled your hips against the dildo inside you. Your hands holding yourself on his hips as you rode your orgasm.

Chan hissed when you left his ass empty, suddenly feeling strange with not having you deep inside him. You went to the bathroom, taking off your strap and leaving inside the sink to be cleaned later and cleaning yourself. You grabbed a wet warm towel and cleaned the wasted boy on the bed, soft giggles leaving him as you rubbed over some extra ticklish parts. You left the towel with the strap on the sink and joined your boyfriend on the bed, hugging him and pulling his body next to yours, his head laying on your naked chest while he mindlessly drew circles on the skin of your tummy. “I love you, Y/N” his voice was low and hoarse from the previous actions. “I love how comfortable you make me feel with my own desires. Thank you for being my girlfriend” he kissed the muscle of your breast and you could feel your heart swell at the sweetness. 

“I love you too, Channie” your lips left a kiss on the top of his head, hugging him closer. “And I’ll give everything you wish as long as you behave and be a good boy” he nodded giggling and kissed your lips. “Now go to sleep, princess, you must be tired” he snuggled against your body and soon he was fast asleep.

You played with his hair, a smile on your own lips as you fell asleep with the love of your life in your arms.

[iwaisa]

request. juabsba t h i r st Yamaguchi is an awkward mans but 🥵🥵 can you write something where him and the reader haven’t done a lot of stuff, and one day he lets her use his computer for homework and when she opens it there’s porn, where someone is being eaten out and Yamaguchi is like “akauanbabsba IM SO SORRY” and the reader is like “Can we do that 👉👈🥺 can you kiss me down there” hzshsg that scenario has just been in my mind - anon

a/n. ugh YES i love this so so much thank you for this beautiful ask nonnie 😽😽

(also i got wayyy too carried away with his HAHA)

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- pairing. yamaguchi x female reader

- genre. nsfw ! (characters are in their third year)

- warnings. smut, cunnilingus, one (1) kind of embarrassing situation? maybe two

- word count. 1.7k+

yamaguchi was a busy man - being captain of the volleyball team and all. his responsibilities only grew, leaving less time for the two of you to spend alone together. his desire to simply cuddle up with you on his bed or yours while watching a movie was becoming too much, and all he wanted to do was be with you.

not only was he starved of your affection, he was also beginning to grow antsy with each lingering touch he gave you. his hands stayed on your hips longer, his kisses began to trail down your jaw, and he couldn’t stop himself from checking your body out, even in the school uniform.

you noticed your boyfriend’s obvious antics of course, and you couldn’t deny that your desire to go further with your relationship was growing. thoughts of touching him in places he’s never been touched before plagued your mind, even in class. you even found yourself wondering what his moans would sound like.

yamaguchi seemed to be having a harder time with his lewd thoughts. since he got out of volleyball late each day due to captain duties, he wasn’t able to have you over at his house as often. dates were cut short by academic responsibilities as well, as being in higher classes meant less time for goofing off and more time for preparing for college.

yamaguchi resorted to watching porn in his free time, and he wondered if you did the same. if so, what kind of porn did you like? what positions intrigued you the most? how did you like to touch yourself? did you want him to touch you like those guys do in those videos?

any and all thoughts quickly dissolved by the time he met up with you, however, as he never wanted his taboo ideas to scare you off. it was only when he was alone in the comfort of his bedroom would he let his mind wander, imagining you in front of him on your knees instead of his fist around his pulsating cock. he was quick to think of himself as disgusting after he looked at his toned abdomen painted in his release, his insecurities getting the best of him. how would you react if you knew of the lewd way your boyfriend was imagining you?

today was going to be especially hard, he thought. his eyes failed to stay on the textbook in front of him, but who could blame him? the skirt you wore today was pretty damn short. but who was he to complain? he loved the view of your pretty lace panties, and he wondered if you had meant to wear those just for him.

he used his duvet to cover his unfortunate state, his boner growing each passing second he glanced over to see your exposed thighs from where you sat leaning against his bed. any noise you made caused him to jump, which didn’t go unnoticed by you.

“tadashi? you’ve been jumping a lot. like just now,” you pointed out. he was quick to pull himself together, practically forcing himself to tear his gaze away from your legs.

“i’m alright! just trying to figure out these equations,” he lied.

you nodded your head, “can i borrow your computer for a little bit? i left mine at home and i need to finish my draft for english.”

he was quick to respond by reaching in front of him to pick up the computer, handing it over to you. he let out a quiet sigh, forcing himself to focus on the paper in front of him. he was halfway through writing the answer to an equation when he heard a very sultry moan come from his computer.

yamaguchi’s eyes widened as he practically snapped his whole body to face you. there on full display, the screen showed a video of a man enthusiastically eating a woman out. yamaguchi felt his heart shatter into a plethora of bits at the idea that you’d think he’s a freak for watching this type of stuff, but he couldn’t help himself - he was only a teenager.

he finally broke out of his thoughts, standing up to quickly grab the computer from your grasp, ignoring the raging bulge in his joggers.

“i’m so sorry! shit, that’s really weird. i-i’m so so sorry f/n!” he was sweating bullets as he shut the computer lid with a loud snap, his hand quickly coming up to hide his crimson face. it seemed like an hour had passed before he heard your soft voice cut through the uncomfortable silence.

“tadashi? can we uhm...try that?”

his eyes flew open, watching you through the gaps in his fingers as your thighs clenched together, arousal shooting through your whole self. he nearly came right then and there at your proposal, his cock jumping at how innocent you looked and sounded.

“w-what?”

you cleared your throat and stood up, linking your fingers through his. “the uhm...video. do you want to do that?”

yamaguchi gulped, fighting the urge to pull his sweaty hands out of your grasp. he slowly removed his hand from his face, squeezing his eyes shut before landing his gaze on yours.

“are you sure? i-i don’t want you to feel like you have to just because you saw that. i mean of course i want to do that with you, i’m supposed to be a good boyfriend and please you and-”

you cut him off, “tadashi.” you raised your eyebrows, your gaze turning stern. “you’re an amazing boyfriend. the best, in fact. not to mention my first boyfriend. and...i’ve been wanting to do something with you for a while,” you trailed off, embarrassment creeping up your spine.

the two of you stood there for a few moments, before yamaguchi squeezed your hand, urging you to look at him. “tell me if you want to stop, okay angel?” you nodded, pushing your nerves away.

yamaguchi leaned in slowly, pulling your body flush against his. he whispered a quick ‘i love you’ before locking lips with you, his other hand wrapping around your waist. your free hand made its way up to rest on the nape of his neck, playing with his baby hairs.

he began backing you up towards the bed, breaking away from the kiss to let you lay on the duvet. he blindly shoved his textbooks and papers out of the way as he connected his mouth to yours again, massaging your tongue with his. your soft whimpers beneath him sent his blood straight to his cock, and it was becoming painfully hard for him to continue.

he began moving his kisses down your jaw, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to your neck, grunting in response to your gorgeous mewls. lifting up your shirt, his eyes widened as he noticed there was no fabric covering your nipples.

he glanced up at you in surprise, watching as you bit your bottom lip in embarrassment. before you could open your mouth to defend why you weren’t wearing a bra, his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his tongue slowly swirling around the hardening bud. the loud moan you let slip was music to his ears as he continued moving south, his hands fumbling with the waistline of your skirt.

he glanced up once more to get approval to slip your skirt down your plush thighs, finally being able to see you. he practically licked his lips as he stared at your panties, your arousal seeping through the material. yamaguchi couldn’t help but glance up at your flushed face once more, the look you gave him causing him to gulp once more.

he leaned down to press a quick kiss to your clothed cunt, his lips quirking into a slight smile at the lewd moan you made. he made quick work of slipping the garment off, tossing it somewhere in his room.

he watched in awe as your cunt clenched around nothing, your folds glistening in your slick.

“you’re so wet,” he mumbled out, quickly shooting his hand to cover his mouth. “sorry, that was really blunt. i- uh...you’re beautiful,” he mumbled quickly, using his finger to collect your juices.

“tadashi, please,” you pleaded, propping yourself up on your forearms. he nodded, gulping for the umpteenth time before leaning forward to lick a stripe up your folds. the moan that escaped your mouth was downright pornographic, and yamaguchi felt himself growing impossibly harder by the minute.

he continued licking up your arousal, using his middle finger to prod at your entrance. you gasped as he slid into you, your hands making their way to his olive tresses. your back was now pressed against the mattress as yamaguchi ate you out like a man starved. he was unable to stop himself from humping the duvet as your moans made their way to his ears.

he groaned against your folds, the vibrations coursing through your body causing you to buck your hips into his face. he used his free hand to pin your thighs onto the bed, continuing to attempt to relieve his own pent-up arousal.

you felt the coil in your stomach unwinding rapidly, your release approaching faster than you’ve ever experienced before. unfortunately for yamaguchi, he felt the same, his own orgasm threatening to hit him at any moment.

his fingers pistoned in and out of you, his lips and tongue continuing to pleasure your clit. you cried out as his finger pressed up against your spongey walls, forcing your orgasm to hit you full force. yamaguchi slowed his pace as he helped you through your high, internally smacking himself for the wet patch forming in his boxers. 

he pulled away, gently slipping his fingers out of your sensitive cunt. he attempted to hide himself, his face growing red from embarrassment and shame that he came in his pants. much to his dismay, you noticed, taking that time to tease him about it.

“tadashi, did you really cum in your pants from eating me out?” he stopped dead in his tracks at your words, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

“i-i’m sorry, it was just really...hot,” he mumbled, still refusing to make eye contact with you. you sat up on your knees, crawling towards your boyfriend, watching with a smirk as his eyes widened as your fingers rubbed over his clothed cock.

“it’s okay, angel. just let me help you out now.”

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[mrcleanheichou]

The Toy

Pairing Jungkook/reader

Genre smut

Warnings Hand job, male masturbation, Sex toy (fake vagina), a little bit of dirty talk, Noona kink, oral sex (m receiving) Overall just a horny Jungkook living his best life

Summary Jungkook comes home from tour and asks you to help him live out his fantasies.

“Babe, I love you but you watch too much porn.”

“C’mon, y/n please. You have no idea how often I’ve thought about this” Jungkook whined breaking out his saddest puppy dog eyes while pouting in the way he knows you can’t resist. Right before BTS went on their ‘Speak Yourself’ tour you had bought Jungkook a special gift. A fleshlight, a brand of cock sleeve, for those lonely tour nights. You had remembered him complaining to you during their last tour about missing you and having to go back to using his hand again.

“Ugh, fine” you relent rolling your eyes only pretending to be against his idea. You’re incredibly turned on by the thought of it, if the growing wet spot in your panties was any indicator. Jungkook grins wide and tackles you on your bed kissing you all over your face while saying ‘Thank you’ over and over again. You were laughing at your overgrown puppy of a boyfriend when you suddenly feel something solid poking your thigh. “Oh my god, you’re already hard?”

“I’ve jerked off thinking about this for 3 months. You have no idea how ready I am”, Jungkook tells you before getting up.  The fleshlight and his lube are hidden deep in his closet. He has to hide it because one day he had left it on a towel in his hotel room to dry after cleaning it and Jin saw it. Of course he made a scene and told everyone else about Jungkook not being their innocent dongsaeng anymore. That was just as embarrassing as the time Namjoon walked in on him jerking off after they first debuted. Thinking about it still makes him shudder to this day.

You took the opportunity to strip while he was busy. Your panties were halfway down your thighs when he made his way back to you. “You’re one to talk about my boner when you’re already wet.” Jungkook teases reaching out and running his finger over your slit then popping it into his mouth, groaning at the taste. “Shut up and take your clothes off before I change my mind” you retort, getting goosebumps from that small touch.

“I love it when you’re bossy, Noona” he wiggles his eyebrows at you before practically ripping off his shirt. Next came his sweatpants and underwear all in one motion causing his erection to slap his belly rather loudly. A long string of precum begins to drip from his foreskin covered tip. Once the string broke another bead of the sticky liquid started dribbling out. He always has a ton of precum. Especially when he’s really horny, which is not fun for him if he gets hard in public. That’s one of many reasons why he likes black pants.

Not being able to resist, you pull back his foreskin slowly and suck on the tip. Moaning at the slightly salty taste as you look up at Jungkook. “Quit it, that’s not what we’re doing today” he huffs grabbing the fleshlight and pouring some lube inside of it. Giving a quick last lick to his tip you leaned back to watch him stick two fingers inside of it to thoroughly coat the inside of the fake pussy with lube.

“Ooo, let me try!” Jungkook hands it to you and you stare at it. The toy is fascinating. It’s opening is very lifelike, there’s a clit and inner labia. You start touching the fake clit before inserting a couple fingers in it. It’s very soft inside, you definitely can understand why guys would want to put their dick in it.

“Having fun?” Jungkook asks amused while stroking himself slowly. Smiling at him you reach and replace his hand with yours. Getting all the residual lube onto his length. You then put the fleshlight to his cock and slowly envelop him with it, all the way to the hilt. Barely giving him time to adjust you start on a quick pace.

“Fuuuuck” he groans loudly.

“Does it feel good?” Jungkook pants out a ‘yes’ in response. “Better than the real thing?” He shakes his head no. Smiling, you pull it off of him and direct him to his desk.  He takes the toy from you and you stand behind him running your hands down his back, feeling him shiver.

“Are you going to be a good boy Kookie?” You ask placing a kiss between his shoulders. He nods quickly as you take his cock in your hand. You rub him over the opening of the fake pussy. Jungkook gasps, hips thrusting forward in response, he gets a couple inches in.

“Ah ah ah, None of that, baby boy. You only get to move when I tell you to.” You say as you grab his hip with one hand, pulling him back out until only the tip was inside, and you hold the base of his cock with the other. “Go in slowly.”

Jungkook complies, filling up the toy all the way, moaning softly at the sensation. You hold him still for a minute and then with a gentle pat to his balls you give him the go ahead to start fucking. He starts out with slow and deep strokes. “I’m not gonna last long” he moans, his body already feeling sweaty against you. You know that if you could see his face you’d see his bangs sticking to his forehead.

“We just got started, Kookie. You better not cum” you warn reaching up to pinch one of his nipples making him gasp. Jungkook recognizes the change in your voice. That’s the ‘disobey me and I'll tie you up and edge you for hours’ tone. As much as he loves for you to torture him he thinks he might actually die if you do it today.

“C’mon, baby boy, you can go faster” you encourage, smacking his butt, and he picks up the pace. The obscene squelching sound is loud. Much louder than what it sounds when Jungkook fucks you. That combined with Jungkook’s labored breathing and needy moans are making your core throb. You think about sneaking a hand between your thighs but you didn’t want to get distracted and miss a thing.

You let him continue his pace for a few minutes before you can hear him getting close. Wrapping your arms around his waist you physically stop him. “No, y/n, please I’m so close! Please, please let me cum. Please” he begs. Without a word you push him forward and he takes that as cue to resume his movments but you hold him back again. Jungkook whines loudly.

“You can cum but you’re gonna fuck at my pace” you tell him as you guide him forward and then back out. You set a slow pace and then pushed him faster. It’s empowering to be in control like this. Jungkook introduced you to the world of Fem Dom. He likes to be dominated and when he told you, it made you nervous. You didn’t like the idea of having to hit him but thankfully he explained that he wasn’t into pain or chastity cages. He just liked, in his words, to get bossed around by a sexy woman. He showed you edging videos and when he had enough time, which was rare, he’d let you control his orgasm for hours.

You felt his abdominal muscles flexing as you kept one hand playing with his nipples just how he likes and you moved the other hand down. You rubbed over his faintly growing happy trail that he forgot to shave yesterday.  You then worked it down to his balls, that earned you a gasp of your name. You’re at an awkward angle so you step back and to go between his legs from under him. You also stepped to his side and you could finally see him. He looked absolutely fucked out. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration.

“Kookie stop, look at me” you command but he doesn’t respond. You say it again but you put some pressure on his balls this times. Not enough to hurt just a little bit harder than you normally would. That definitely got his attention. He stopped and looked at you, pupils completely blown wide.

“Noona please!” Jungkook cried out with his voice trembling.

“Please what?” you questioned with a sly smile on your face while rolling his balls in your palm “Does my baby want to cum? Does he have a big load in these pretty balls for me?” Jungkook released a wanton moan in response.

“Use your words baby boy or I’ll take your toy away and not let you cum.” Jungkook looked at you with a panicked look on his face. “I’m gonna cum so hard for you. Fuck! Noona there’s gonna be so much cum.”

You stayed quiet and let him suffer for a minute causing him to fidget before finally giving him the go ahead. “You can cum Jungkook. C’mon give it to me”

“Oh god! Thank you”, he cried out as his hips pistoned driving his cock in and out of the fake pussy like his life depended on it. You know that if it was you and not the toy it would definitely be a struggle to walk the next day. A few moments later you could feel his ball tense up in your hand and then Jungkook is moaning your name. His legs almost give out on him the orgasm was so intense.

Leaning forward, Jungkook was a panting sweaty mess. He pressed his head to the desk while you step around him and pull the fleshlight off of his softening cock. You turn the toy over and watch as his cum drip out onto your hand. There was a lot, he definitely delivered. “Good boy Kookie.”

He turned his head and smiled at you, “Thank you for doing this for me, y/n. I’ve wanted to do this for so long and it was well worth the wait.” You just hummed and helped him to his bed. You then ran to his bathroom to wash the fleshlight and your hands. When you came back you laid down next to him and ran your fingers through his hair earning you a contented sigh from him. He was basking in the attention you were giving him when suddenly he sat up.

“Oh no! You haven’t even gotten off yet!” he exclaimed sounding guilty. He went to touch your clit when you grabbed his wrist to stop him. “It’s ok. Go to sleep and you can get me off later”

He still felt bad but he listened because he was tired. You were extremely turned on but you knew if you waited he’d fuck you right. Ignoring the wetness cover your thighs you got up and put your panties back on and climbed back into bed.

“I love you, you big nerd.” You got a snore in response.

[verai-marcel]

Tech Support (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur x F!Reader, Neighbor AU, Chapter 1 of 2, 18+)

Summary: With most people stuck at home by the government’s orders, Arthur and Eliza agree to keep Isaac at Eliza’s house for his safety, since Arthur still works outside and could contract the illness that is sweeping through the country. You offer to help Arthur set up a webcam for him to be able to speak to his son online, and he is ever so grateful for your help.

Author’s Notes: With the increase in the use of video conferencing lately, I had an idea of how Arthur & IT Tech!Reader could spend some more time together.

Tags: dual honor Arthur, smut, tech things; High Honor: fluff, romance, caring Arthur, supportive Arthur; Low Honor: stuck, pushy Arthur, horny Arthur, light role play

AO3 Link is here, angel.

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Side A - High Honor

Word Count: 1737

You were sitting on your bed, browsing the news when you heard a knock on the door. Cautiously approaching the door, you peeked out the peephole.

You saw Arthur, scratching the back of his head as he looked upwards.

You opened the door; if it had been anyone else, you would have grabbed a robe to throw over your lounge shorts and your tank top, but Arthur had seen so much more of you at this point.

“Hi Arthur!”

“Hey there, darlin’,” he greeted. “Um, could you help me with something? Uh, that is, if you got some time.”

“What do you need?”

“Can you help me set up a webcam? I don’t know where to start,” he said, shuffling a bit.

You smiled. “Of course, sweetie. Do you have one yet, or do you need to get one?”

“I need to get one. I don’t even know if my computer will handle one, anyway.”

You cocked your head at his statement. “Um, let me see your computer.”

***

You had no idea that there were still laptops out there without built in cameras or microphones, but apparently Arthur had one. It looked old too; he had pulled it out of his closet and dusted it off, literally. When you booted it up, you found that it was running Windows 8, which made you laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“This… this is like some kind of technological relic.”

“Will it still work?”

“Probably.”

You managed to get it working, but with his old battery, you had to crawl under Arthur’s desk and hook up the power cord, fish it up behind his desk, and set up his laptop with the old webcam that you had lying around your apartment. You rigged together a cord organizer with some of Isaac's Lego bricks.

"There you go. You need help with the software too?" 

Arthur nodded sheepishly. “Yeah, if you don’t mind.”

With only one chair in his room, Arthur patted his lap. You smiled and sat on his thigh while you went through the different settings and set everything up before helping him with the video software itself. 

By the end, Arthur was itching to try it. He texted Eliza, and within minutes, he set up his first video call. 

As you moved to let Arthur have his call, he wrapped his arm around you to hold you in place.

“Please, stay,” he said, looking up at you with those irresistible eyes of his.

You sighed. “Alright, but only because I miss Isaac too,” you said cheekily. You threw on one of his hoodies, since you weren’t wearing a bra and you wanted to be a least somewhat decent during the video call.

He hit the call button.

"Hi Daddy!"

Isaac's smiling face showed up on the screen, and you smiled back. You hadn't seen him in a while and you missed him. He paused for a moment, then called out your name happily. 

"Why are you sitting on Daddy's lap?" 

"Uh…"

Arthur wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Because she's Daddy's girlfriend now."

Isaac's jaw dropped. There was a moment of silence, and you weren't sure how he was taking the news. 

You shouldn't have been worried. 

"Does that mean you'll be my second mommy some day?" 

"We'll see, pumpkin," you said hesitantly, but Isaac just smiled happily.

“I hope so, because I love you.”

“I love you too, kiddo,” you said as your heart melted and your eyes filled with tears. You had been babysitting Isaac for over a year now, and you felt incredibly blessed to have his trust.

***

You had excused yourself soon after, escaping to the living room to let them have dad and son time on their own. Sitting on the sofa, you couldn’t stop smiling, replaying Isaac’s reaction in your head while you scrolled through some news articles on your phone.

After some time, you heard Arthur come out of his room. He plopped down on the sofa next to you, his face lit up with a happy grin.

“Thank you,” he said as he kissed your cheek. “That made him real happy. And me too.”

You kissed him back. And kissed him again. And again. Soon you were straddling his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck, his hands roaming your back and your rear, his tongue practically down your throat as you rolled your hips against the bulge forming in his pants. 

Suddenly he picked you up in his muscular arms and carried you to the bedroom. Laying you down, he pulled his shirt off, just as you pulled his hoodie off and threw it aside.

“Yer wearin’ the same thing you were when we first…”

You looked down and laughed. Same lounge shorts, same tank top. “You like it though, right?” You winked at him.

He laughed as he dropped his pants and kicked off his boxers, climbing into bed with you. “I sure do,” he said as he kissed around the neckline of your tank top. Taking your breasts in his hands and squeezing them, he nuzzled the valley between them. “So soft.”

Arthur then traveled down your body, his hands snaking up the legs of your shorts to stroke you through your panties. “Gettin’ a little wet down here. Maybe we should take these off.”

You smirked as you took off your shorts & underwear off, but as you moved to take off your tank top, Arthur stopped you. When you looked at him, a little confused, he just gave you a guilty grin.

“I like seein’ that tank top on you,” he said, reaching out to squeeze your nipples. “I like seein’ these through the fabric.”

“You naughty boy,” you teased.

He just chuckled before scooting back and lowering himself between your legs, his mouth immediately going for your core. His tongue was hot against your nether lips as he sucked and licked around you, not quite giving you enough pressure where you wanted. You jerked your hips upwards, but he grabbed a hold of your hips and held you in place. He was ridiculously strong, his arms like lead weights against your pitiful attempts to get closer to his lips. Instead, he teased you with soft laps and gentle kisses against your folds.

“Fuck me, goddammit,” you cursed as he swirled his tongue around your nub for the fiftieth time without giving you enough of his touch.

“Bad girl,” he crooned, and suddenly you found yourself flipped onto your stomach. “Behave, or I won’t give you a reward.”

You whined, but stayed still as he spread your legs slightly and crawled up your body. His lips kissed a trail up your back to your neck, to your ear, to your temple. His hips rolled, his cock sliding between your cheeks tauntingly before he angled himself down to enter your wet pussy, slowly pushing forward until his cock filled you fully. He lay on top of you, his breaths in your ear growing heavy with need as he began to slide in and out.

“My sweet angel,” he whispered in your ear as he made love to you from behind. “You goin’ to be good for me?”

“Yes, yes, fuck yes,” you moaned.

He gently pulled out of you and turned you over. You wrapped your legs around him as he entered you once more, lovingly rolling his hips to a languid rhythm, looking you in the eyes as he made love to you.

“Yer so beautiful,” he murmured as he sped up, his thrusts became more erratic, his movements uncontrolled as he gave in to his desire and chased his pleasure.

“I want to watch you come,” he requested, and as he lifted himself up onto his knees so he could watch your whole body, you reached down to touch yourself, stroking your clit and grabbing your own breasts to heighten your pleasure.

“Arthur,” you breathed. “You’re so fucking hot, you’re gonna make me come so hard…”

“Goin’ to fill you up, angel,” he rasped as his hips thrust harder into you. “You feel so good…”

Your body tensed. Your breaths grew ragged. And like a firework bursting into the sky, you came apart, your cries mixed with curses as you felt the pure pleasure coursing through your veins. And all the while, Arthur watched you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he controlled himself, pumping into you with long, strong strokes as you rode out your climax.

As you started to catch your breath, Arthur reached down to stroke your clit, and you nearly screamed. 

“Too much, too much!” you cried out.

He smiled as he pressed on your clit just a bit, making you writhe from the sensation.

“Damn,” he muttered before falling upon you, his face next to yours, his hips suddenly pistoning into you like a jackhammer. “Love seein’ you like this,” he huffed, short of breath as he picked up speed.

He moaned your name before he came, his cock filling you up, his come spilling out of you as he thrust once more, pushing as far inside of you as he possibly could before finally relaxing and rolling off of you.

You looked over at him; his face was relaxed, a smile on his lips, and his eyes, full of tenderness were directed at you. 

“I…” he started to say, then trailed off.

“What?”

He rolled over to face you fully. His hand went up to hold your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin.

Looking up at him, you noticed he was looking a little forlorn.

“You alright?”

He suddenly pulled you into his arms and held you tightly.

“Ar-Arthur?”

“I miss my boy, s’all.”

You hugged him back. “I know, me too. He’ll be back soon, don’t worry,” you said, trying to soothe him, rubbing his back.

“I know he can’t be here all the time, but I wish you were always here with me,” he said quietly. “Would you… would you consider movin’ in together with me?”

When you were too shocked to answer, Arthur pulled away. “Don’t have to answer me now,” he said quickly. “Jus’ puttin’ it out there. If we lived together…”

He didn’t have to say it.

Then I won’t have to be alone.

You pressed your forehead against his. “Give me some time, Arthur.”

He nodded. “Alright. I’ll wait.”

But you knew right away.

You knew in your heart, you had already said yes.

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Chapter 2 - Low Honor

[a-jynx]

Who’s The Cutest?

Summary: Your 2-year-old daughter, Harley, has been having horrible fits lately, after exhausting all your options, you finally turn to Sam for some help. 

Pairing(s): Sam x reader, daughter Harley, mentions of Uncle Dean 

Warnings: None besides, tooth-rotting fluff, and some implied near the end ;) 

Small note: This is based off a cute ass video I saw on IG, and I could NOT get this idea out of my head! I hope you guys enjoy it! 

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I could feel tears in my eyes as I stared at my daughter, her lungs projecting the loudest screams she could muster while large tears rolled down her reddened cheeks. “Pumpkin, please,” I whispered as her echoing choked sobs turned into hiccups, only to break back into chest rattling and head-throbbing cries. 

“Harley, baby, what’s wrong, please tell momma,” I moved closer, gently grabbing her wrist only to quickly release it as she yanked away and placing it in her lap as she continued to wail. Sam and Dean had been gone for little more than a week, and this was the longest Har hasn’t seen her daddy… “Har, come on, daddy and uncle Dean will be back any day now!” I sighed, scrubbing at my face as I grumbled small curses to Sam for making her a daddy’s girl. 

“Want dada! Want dada!” Har began to chant between cries, I slumped against the sofa, one of my hands resting on her leg as she suddenly went quiet, soft hiccups breaking through her sniffling. Craning my neck, I looked up at her with softening eyes, my short nails dragging across her calf in a soothing manner. She turned her head, flashing me those big doe eyes that resembled those of her father’s -- that gorgeous sunflower pattern hidden behind a layer of tears. “Baby, I promise, daddy’s going to be home so soon that you’ll forget all about these fits,” I whispered, rubbing my thumb down her leg as she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she continued to sniffle, shaking her head. 

“Oh, mighty God, smite me now!” I rolled my head onto the couch cushion, swallowing thickly as I cracked open one of my eyes, seeing Harley sitting with her little lips pursed into a pout while her little cheeks glowed red; I couldn’t fight back a small chuckle. 

She turned her head towards me, furrowing her small brows before crawling towards me, tilting her head like she’s seen her uncle Cas do more times than I could count. “What’s funny?” 

“You are, baby girl,” I smirked as she gasped, clambering to take the mountain climb down off of the couch as I reached over, placing a hand on her bottom to help her as her little feet hit the carpet. 

“I’s not funny!” She stomped as I smirked, cocking a brow and turning my body towards her, resting my elbow on the couch whilst resting my cheek against my palm. “I say you are,” she gently huffed, shaking her braids around with a pout. 

“Nuh-huh!” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“No, momma!” She growled, making me chuckle again when the iron door above us creaked open, revealing two overly worked hunters trudging in. My lips tore into a smile as I stood, as Harley stood in front of me, staring up as she watched her uncle and father descend down the stairwell. 

“Momma!” She snapped her head towards me as I nodded, smiling as she broke into a little run towards her father. I walked behind her, leaning against the back of the couch as they stopped, Sam’s tired face quickly breaking into the largest grin, crouching down as Harley slammed into his chest. 

“Dada!” She squealed as he stood, holding her close against his chest as he peppered light kisses all over her rosy face. Her small squeals welcomed after the hours of crying she had just done. Dean grinned at the sight, stealing a kiss on the cheek from his niece as he moved away, allowing Sam to take the time with his daughter as she began to bombard him with questions about his “trip”. 

“Hey, sweetheart, you feelin’ alright? Lookin’ a little more beat than us.” Dean half-grinned as I scoffed, moving close and hugging him tightly as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “‘M fine… Harley, however,” I sighed as he nodded, frowning as I pulled away, rubbing at my eyes with my palms. I felt a squeeze from behind, turning my head, I caught Sam’s lips as they crashed into me, making me grin as he slowly pulled away yet he kept his forehead pressed to mine. 

“Hi,” he whispered as Dean slowly left, taking the duffel bags with him as I grinned, looking up through my eyelashes. 

“Hey,” I glanced towards our daughter, smirking as I noticed the slight pout tugging on her lips. “I don’t think someone likes momma getting all the attention.” Sam frowned before looking at Harley, a small smile on his lips as he used his free hand to tickle her stomach, causing her to squeal and grab at his hands. 

“What’s the matter with you, Har?” 

“Momma mean,” she pouted more, puckering her lips as I rolled my lips together, fighting back a smile as Sam shot me a look as I shrugged gently. “Ooh, is she now? Why was momma being mean?” 

“She says I funny!” She waved her arms around as Sam adjusted her, his lips still in a large smile as I moved towards the couch settling on it as he moved towards me, settling onto the couch as Har crossed her arms. 

“But, Har, you are!” 

“That’s mean,” she huffed as Sam frowned, glancing at me as I sighed, closing my eyes and rubbing at them as his frowned deepened. I felt the couch shift, making me open my eyes to see Har settled on his lap. 

“Har, I want you to try something with me, okay?” Sam asked, sending her a gentle smile as she squinted her eyes, pursing her lips as she slowly nodded. “Good, alright, so after everything I say, I want you to say ‘me’ in the loudest voice you can!” Sam threw one arm over the edge of the couch, exaggerating his words as she giggled, nodding. 

“Alright, who’s the best helper?” 

“Me!” 

“Good! Okay, okay, who’s the funniest?” 

“Me!” 

“Awesome, Har! Who’s the most creative?” 

“Me!” Harley’s grin split across her face, almost reaching her ears as Sam nodded, himself grinning larger than the sun. I cozied up on the couch as I watched, seeing my baby girl finally laughing and smiling made all those days and hours of her crying or missing her daddy worth it. 

“Alright, Har, this last one is a big one, you ready?” 

“Yeah!” 

“Alright, out of all of the girls on this planet Earth, and there have been billions, who’s the cutest?” 

“Me! Me, me, me! I’m cutest!” Harley screeched as she jumped up, her little arms and legs kicking around as Sam held her up, allowing her to wiggle in mid-air as I watched in glee. I felt as if I were floating on cloud nine… 

“That’s right! You’re the cutest, my little Harley!” Sam grinned, tossing her up as she screamed, laughter arising from her mouth as I sighed, just allowing them to soak in their time together. I glanced up to see Dean leaning against the doorway, my lips tugging into a grin as I gently elbowed Sam, who snapped his head towards me as I nodded towards his older brother. “Har, baby girl, I think Uncle Dean needs some loving too.” I whisper-shouted as Harley snapped her head around, her braids flying as she wiggled in her father’s hands, him quickly setting her down as she took off towards her uncle, who scooped her up and tickled her sides, another squeak echoing around the bunker as Dean nodded to me, taking Harley back to his “man cave” which was made into her playroom. 

Groaning, I sunk further into the couch as I felt an arm wrap around me, making me peel open one of my eyes as I glanced up to see Sam smirking down at me. I moved closer, snuggling into his side as he leaned down, pressing his lips to my head as I grinned. 

“I’ve missed you so much, babe… I just- I’m sorry we were gone for so long.” Sam sighed, his voice low as I hummed, playing with his flannel as I looked up, feeling sleep slowly take over as I moved closer into my man’s arms. 

“It’s fine, Sammy… I’m just happy you and Dean are back safely, especially because that little girl needed her daddy.” I grinned as Sam scoffed, his arm squeezing me closer as a content sigh left my lips. 

“What about you…?” His voice grew low as I craned my neck, biting back the smirk as I moved to sit up some. I tugged on the ears of his flannel, making him sit up and away from the back of the sofa, his lips pulled into a smirk as I gently kissed at his jawline before moving up, pressing my lips against his warm, soft yet dry lips. Moving in sync as his hand came to rest on my hip, making me grin into the kiss, him moving and deepening it. 

“I definitely needed my Sammy back,” I murmured, leaning down and pressing a few feather-like kisses to his throat as he tilted his head, allowing me access while his hand moved up and down my side, the other resting on my ass. “Those two weeks were chaos without you, for me and for Harley,” I whispered against his Adam’s apple, causing it to bob as he gently squeezed, making me sit up. 

“Well, have no fear, your knight in flannel is here,” he grinned as I rolled my eyes, pressing my chest against his and slowly reaching up, wrapping the collar of his flannel around my hands as I tugged him forward, our noses pressed together as I smirked. 

“Thank the highest of heavens, I don’t believe I could’ve lasted another week,” I grinned as he pressed forward, his hips pistoned up as I broke our kiss to give him a breathy moan. He smirked, leaning forward and sloppily leaving open mouth kisses on my throat, sucking and biting at my special spot. 

Suddenly, Sam stood making me squeal as he pressed me tighter against him before quickly moving towards our bedroom, I couldn’t hold back the giggles as he quickly threw open our door, and lightly kicked it behind him. My back met the cushion of our bed with a bounce, I grinned up at my husband. 

“Who’s the cutest wife in the world?” Sam leaned down, nibbling at my jaw and throat as I sighed, allowing my eyes to flutter shut. 

“Me.”

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Well, it’s not Part 11, but I hope it’s good! 

Hope you guys enjoyed this! 

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[greasyvan]

Vanilla [A Van McCann Oneshot]

Rating: M. Actually it might be worse than M. I’m pretty sure this has earned me a one way ticket to hell

Word Count: 5k

Request: Not technically but y’all have been asking for this and you deserve it 

Author’s Note: We’re all goin’ to hell for this

When Van came home from tour, it was habitual for the both of you to stay locked in your bedroom for a few days. You wouldn’t leave the comfort of the sheets, save to do the absolute necessities, like retrieve food or make cups of tea, or shower together. You had to get reacquainted with each other���s bodies, learn about all the new marks that had occurred while you were apart. Van would hold your thighs in his wide, calloused palms and brush his nose against the fading bruise on the inside of your knee. You’d press your fingers into the ridges of his spine and reveal in his skin. New bumps, scratches, marks that had been inflicted while he was away. You relearned the texture of skin so when he left again you could remember the feeling of his body.

It was on the fourth naked day when you decided it was time to rejoin the world. You woke Van with your lips around his shaft and your fingers laced in his. An hour had passed, you’d had your morning romp, and now a naked Van was laying between your legs with his head resting on your thigh. He stroked your skin absentmindedly, staring out the window into the outside world. Memorizing.

The light on his eyelashes were casting shadows on his cheek bones in a way that made your stomach hurt. He was too beautiful, you couldn’t help but want to capture the moment. You reached for your phone on the bedside table and opened up the camera.

“Hey,” You called softly. When his eyes flicked up to you you snapped the picture. “You’re so cute.” He laughed slightly and rolled onto his stomach and rested his chin on your lower belly, his arms around your thighs.

“Ain’t that my line?” You took another picture. Even better. He had a slight smirk, his eyes were dreamy. You hummed as he placed kisses on your stomach and across your hips all while you took pictures. Something in the air changed and the feeling went from sleepy and cozy to electric and needy. You whined as he shifted himself down the bed, keeping his arms around your thighs and licked a wet stripe up your center. You opened your legs wider as his tongue delved into you, Van’s mouth making obscene noises against you. An idea popped into your head and you held the phone up, turning on the video function and recording him.

“Say hi,” You whispered, his eyes opening and looking directly into the camera. He grunted and you could feel him smile against you. Van was never someone who was camera shy, in fact knowing that there was a camera on him made him even more eager to please than he already was. He released one of your thighs and pushed two fingers inside of you, tugging them upwards while his tongue circled your clit. You moaned loudly, never one to necessarily be quiet during sex, and wound your fingers into his hair. He relished in the little noises you were making as you squirmed beneath him, his long fingers pistoning inside you so hard and so fast it almost hurt, but in the best way possible.

“Fuck,” You yelped as he tugged upwards against your walls, a new sensation spreading through your stomach. You pulled at his hair and he hissed against your wetness, pulling away from you to catch a breath but keeping his fingers deep inside you. You let out a long, low groan as white spots spread across your vision and you felt your body go rigid. Your legs felt numb as heat exploded through your being and you dropped your phone on your chest. You shook for a couple of seconds and when you came back down to earth you were acutely aware of an unpleasant wetness against your thighs. When you opened your eyes Van’s chest was wet and he was looking at you, face half bewildered half smug.

“Did you just,” He trailed off, not really sure how to finish that sentence. Your eyes were wide like dinner plates and you nodded. “Have you ever done it before?” Quickly you shook your head and Van sat back on his heels, genuinely smiling. He was so fucking cocky. “That was... Yeah that was hot.” You didn’t know if he was referring to the video you both had just made or the fact that he was able to get you to do something you never thought you were capable of doing but you hummed in agreement. Van flopped down next to you after cleaning himself off as you rewatched the video and you could hear Van mutter something against your skin.

“Send that to me,” He requested, and you craned your neck to look at him. “What? Noises you make are somethin’ else. I’ll need it for when I’m gone again.” He took the phone from you, watching the video again and smirking when he made you come.

You rolled your eyes. “Jesus christ do you want a fucking metal.” The video was forgotten temporarily as he dropped your phone and rolled on top of you, pinning your arms to the bed.

“Actually I think I would,” He grinned and placed a kiss on your throat. “‘Van McCann, first lover to make you squi-’” You groaned and shoved him off, sitting up in bed, covers falling to your waist.

“You’re gross, that word is gross.” He reached out for you, pulling you back into his arms, not quite ready to rejoin the world yet.

~

A couple months later you were back on tour with Van and the lads. You and Van were supposed to be meeting Bondy and his new girlfriend, Nina, for dinner but after half an hour of waiting in the lobby they still hadn’t arrived. You suggested going up to their room and checking on them and Van agreed, grumbling about being hungry. Their door was slightly open and before you could tell Van to knock he was barging in, about to call out when he froze on sight. You peeked around his arm to see what was happening, your cheeks immediately heating up. Bondy had his back towards you, muscles taut and jeans around his knees. Nina was bent over the bed, arms pinned behind her back as she moaned in pleasure, back arching as Bondy slammed into her. Before they could notice your presence you wrapped your hand around Van’s bicep and tugged him out of the room, gently shutting the door behind you. You watched Van squirm for a moment, tugging his shirt down over his crotch and clearing his throat.

“Really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. His cheeks turned pink and he just shrugged. The elevator dinged, the doors opening up and you stepped inside. “Had no idea you were into voyeurism.” He scrubbed his hands over his face, the tips of his ears turning bubble gum pink.

“’m not,” He whined, looking at the buttons as they lit up.

You were having too much fun teasing him though. “All this time I had no idea you were a kinky little shit.”

“I’m not!” He insisted, practically tumbling out of the elevator into the lobby.

“Your crotch begs to differ there mate,” You cackled. “I’d always taken you for this vanilla guy, maybe we should take the time to explore your kinks babe.” You were laughing so hard you hadn’t realized he’d stopped walking and practically ran head first into him. He turned on his heel and smirked down at you.

“Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, love.” Your hands moved to his arms and you squeezed them.

“I have every intention to.” You pecked him on the lips and grinned back. A couple minutes later, after the sexual tension had dissipated a bit, Nina and Bondy emerged from the elevator looking disheveled and a little worse for wear.

“Sorry guys,” Bondy apologized. “This one likes to take her time.” Nina rolled her eyes as you and Van exchanged a knowing look.

“We’ve all been there,” You assured, linking your arm with Nina’s and grinning at Van. “Van and I are just glad you both came.”

Later that night you’d stumbled back to your hotel room a little drunk and immediately began disrobing.

“So what else are you into?” You called from the bathroom as you washed your face. Van’s head peeked around the door frame, eyebrows furrowed.

“Whaddya mean?”

You patted your face dry with a towel and removed your dress, letting it fall to the ground.

“What are your other kinks?” Van sighed and rolled his eyes.

“This again.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and flopped down onto the fluffy bed. “I don’t have any! I’m a regular lad! Your body is more than enough for me.” You leaned against the doorframe of the bathroom in just your underwear and smirked.

“That’s sweet,” You commented. “But you’re full of shit.” He groaned and burrowed himself under the covers, pulling the duvet up over his head. He looked like a child, pouting, face peeking out from the sheets as he frowned at you.

“What about you eh? What do you like?” You waved your hand dismissively at him before hitting the lights and slithering under the sheets next to him.

“Please, I know what I like.” Van raised his eyebrows, urging you to go on. “I’m a verse, which means I like to be the boss and get bossed around, depending on how I’m feeling.” You saw Van take his lip between his crooked teeth.

“Anything else?”

You snorted. “Choking, spanking, bondage, teasing, praise, water sports.” His eyes bulged to the size of saucers at the mention of the last one. You giggled. “That last one was a joke.” Van rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

“G’night Y/N.”

“I’ll figure it out,” You insisted, scooching closer to his and wrapping your arms around his middle. “Gotta keep my freaky man happy.” Another groan caused you to laugh and press a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Love you, you kinky bastard.”

~

The discovery of Van’s first perversion was completely accidental.

He wasn’t one to forget things, which is why it made it oh so much worse on the very few occasions that he did. He promised you. He said he’d be home by seven, seven thirty at the absolute latest, so you two could enjoy a delicious meal that you spent hours making and a night home together, which you’ve had few in the last month. You had confirmed with him in the morning before he left and he swore he wouldn’t miss your homemade pasta for the world. It was the first time you were breaking out the pasta maker since Bondy got it for you for Christmas.

You spent the day kneading dough and rolling it thinner and thinner through the machines until it was nearly paper thin and longer than both of your arms. When you had made enough pasta to feed your entire family as well as Van’s you cleaned up and ventured out into the garden to pick some fresh basil and oregano for the sauce. When that was made you cleaned the entire house top to bottom out of sheer boredom and went to the market to buy a fancy bottle of wine. It was shaping up to be a rather lovely night.

When six o’clock rolled around you texted Van for an ETA. When he didn’t respond after twenty minutes you called him and it went straight to voicemail. You frowned at your phone and decided to give him another twenty minutes. When that rolled around you shrugged and started making the garlic bread and boiling the water for the pasta. You set the table, lit the candles, made the plates, and waited.

By the time eight rolled around you were pissed and had already eaten two plates of pasta, half the loaf of bread and were three glasses of wine deep. Everything was delicious but that was beside the point. You glared at your screen and slammed your palms on the table, sick of watching the candles slowly disintegrate into nothing.

You could’ve easily fixed this situation. It’s not like you were worried about him or what he was doing. You knew Van would never cheat. He was just over at Bondy’s with the band and Larry despite having spent the last four months with them. You had Bondy’s number, Larry’s, hell you even had Bondy’s girlfriend’s number. If you wanted to contact him all you had to do was call one of them and ask to speak to Van. But you were in a new mood. You wanted to wait it out, see just how far he would push it.

You didn’t care that he was out, you didn’t care that he was late. The thing that irked you the most was the fact that he promised you he’d be there, and he wasn’t. If he wanted to stay out all night with his friends, you were more than welcome to the thought. Hell, you’d even join them. His fatal mistake were the words “I promise,” and insisting that he wanted to spend time with you. If he’d told you he’d be coming home at midnight you’d welcome the jingling sound of keys and his drunken stumble over the door frame. You would’ve welcomed him into your shared bed you’d been warming up, and you’d be more than happy to ride him to completion if he asked. But he kissed you when you told him to have fun and promised he wouldn’t be late.

Nine thirty rolled around and you had yourself a slice of cake before going up to the bedroom to exact your revenge. You left the table set, the candles burning, even cut him a slice of chocolate cake and set it next to his made up dinner plate. You took the bottle of wine with you though and sipped from it intermittently as you got undressed and redressed. The simple teal cotton dress and tights you’d been wearing getting swapped out for one of your more adventurous outfits.

Van had spotted it in the lingerie store before you had and held it up, giggling slightly.

You shrugged and said, “Looks like something the fembots from Austin Powers would wear.” His expression went blank and he was dragging you to the cash register so he could buy it for you before you could even think of protesting.

It was baby pink and made of light, gauzy fabric, every hem of the mid thigh length robe covered in a slightly lighter pink shade of faux fur. Van had admitted to you one night when he was drunk in the back seat of Larry’s car that the fembots turned him on. He loved strong women. Bondy and Larry teased him relentlessly about it. You paired it with an almost nonexistent red thong, sat on the loveseat facing the door, turned the lights off, and waited. There was a sheer yellow glow from the fairy lights twisted around your headboard, but other than that the room was mostly dark. You continued to let your rage fill you up, that and red wine.

It was almost eleven when you heard the lock on the front door jingle. You pictured him, unsuspecting as he turned around to lock the door as he called out for you. “Baby?” And then he’d see the made up plate, the dilapidated candles, the slice of cake and you heard him swear under his breath. There were a couple of minutes of silence before you heard clinking and pictured him pouring himself a drink. His boots were heavy as he climbed up the stairs, you could almost envision his pout.

The door cracked open the smallest bit. “Love?” He questioned, having not seen you yet. He fully swung the door open, apologies tumbling from his mouth when he stopped himself, taking the vision of you angry and mostly naked in the loveseat. He dropped his coat on the ground and slowly moved towards you as you watched him through your best seductive put pissed gaze. He fell to his knees in front of you and you uncrossed your legs, letting him get a peek of the fabric- or lack thereof -between your legs.

“Baby,” He practically whined, his palms coming to rest just above your knees. “I’m so sorry I forgot.” You sipped from the bottle, watching him with an almost bored expression. “I lost track of time, John and I were writing and...” He trailed off, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth. “Let me make it up to you, eh?” His hands wrapped around the backs of your calves and he tugged you to the edge of your seat, licking his lips. Before he could descend between your thighs for a proper apology you grabbed a fistful of his hair at the crown of his head, stopping him. His wince made you let go, and you traced your fingers down the side of his skull, across his cheekbone, and along his jaw, tilting his face up so he could look in your eyes.

You leaned forward until your lips were at his ear and spoke, softly. “I don’t need you, Van Mccann.” You could hear him swallow at the brush of your lips. He wanted to look at your face to see if you were being serious or not, the words exceptionally harsh, but you kept your hand wrapped around the back of his neck, locked in place. “I have my own hands.” You let up the pressure just enough so he could see what you were getting up to.

Your hand was slowly rubbing circles on your clit over your underwear, the fabric quickly dampening. He swallowed again, his eyes flitting up to your face though he desperately wanted to watch your ministrations against what he wished he was kissing, what he wished he was buried inside of. Van’s mouth flooded with saliva as you released him and pulled your panties to the side, letting him get a proper view of your increasingly slippery play. You moaned, more for his pain than your pleasure, and slipped a finger inside. It felt nice, but you made sure to be extra vocal just for him.

“Fuck...” He gulped and rolled a fist over the hardness tucked in his jeans. He ran a hand up your freshly moisturized leg but you quickly swatted it away.

“No touching,” You softly commanded. He bit his lower lip so hard he could practically taste the blood and nodded. “You know...” You trailed off, slipping another finger inside with a hitch of your breath. “I was thinking, because you wanted to spend time with me, we could try something new.” Without warning you stood, knocking Van onto his butt before strutting over to your side of the bed and pulling the drawer open.

A few days after your discussion with Van in the hotel room, you were let loose in a big city all by yourself. The boys were doing an interview and acoustic gig, and you decided to do some exploring. In under an hour you found yourself outside of an adult store, smirking at your reflection in the black tinted windows.

After a quick discussion with the very kind woman behind the counter you left the store with a pair of red handcuffs and small pink vibrator. You returned back to your hotel and tucked the items in the bottom of your suitcase and you had all but forgotten about them until that moment.

You hung the handcuffs off your index finger and Van visibly gulped.

“I was gonna let you use these on me but considering your behaviour tonight...” You trailed off. “Take your clothes off and get on the bed.” Your voice was low and firm and Van obeyed almost immediately, hesitating for a split second.

You couldn’t help the butterflies that infiltrated your tummy at the sight of a naked Van resting on top of your clean white sheets. He was breathing heavy and flushed all the way down his chest, his erection standing stiffly upright, prominent and needy. He looked soft, vulnerable, ready. It made your mouth water. A part of you wanted to just get on top of him and ride him until you both came in an explosive crescendo, but a bigger, more sadistic part was going to enjoy what you had planned.

Van’s blue eyes looked practically black as he watched you climb onto the bed and straddle his lower stomach. You shot him a soft, reassuring smile before taking one of his hands and brushing your lips along the inside of his wrist, snapping the cold, red metal around it. His breathing hitched as you lifted both arms over his head and clicked the other cuff around his wrist, effectively restraining him to the metal headboard.

You brushed some hair from his wide blue eyes and ran your fingers over his parted lips. Your forehead pressed against his as you spoke. “If it’s too much, your safeword is grapefruit, okay?” He quickly nodded and you pressed a kiss to his plushy red lips. “Good boy.” He choked on the air in his lungs as you began your descent down his body. It was slow, maddeningly slow, as you stopped at every weak spot you knew Van Mccann possesed. The first spot was the conjunction where his jaw and throat met. You traced your tongue over the spot, reveling in the noises he was making already. You took your time, nipping and suckling and kissing at his soft flesh until he was keening and panting deep in his chest.

“Y/N,” He groaned in a voice you’d never heard from him before. You pulled away from your spot with a satisfied smirk and looked at Van’s face, nearly gasping in surprise. His pupils were blown wide and his forehead was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. His lower lip was chewed raw. He looked absolutely ruined. You placed your palm against his cheek.  

“Oh sweetie, if you’re this wrecked already it’s gonna be a long night for you.” He blanched and swallowed thickly as you moved to your next destination, the slight dip in his chest, right beneath his sternum. You repeated your sloppy, teasing process here, as well as at both of his hip bones. By the time you were sitting between his legs Van was a complete mess. For the most part he let you work in silence, save for the occasional groan when you would sink your teeth into his flesh. You had an idea to get him to be more vocal.

At first you started by just tracing your finger up his inner thigh, under his belly button, and back down his other thigh, skipping over the angry red length that was leaking precum like a broken faucet. As you traced, you drew closer to his shaft, eventually gripping it at the base and giving it a solid tug upward. A struggled cry ripped through Van’s lung and you smiled, satisfied.

“There we go Baby,” You gave him another pull. You could feel the warmth and weight of his erection against your palm. “Let me hear you.” Your stroking became more regular, but still just as slow as Van thrashed against his restraints, the metal cuffs cutting into his wrists. “Do you want my mouth Love?”

“P-Please!” His hips bucked into the air, trying to find something more dense than your hand. He was doing so well and you wanted to reward him, but you thought about why you were in this position in the first place, and changed your mind. You leaned up to whisper in his ear, not stopping your manipulations as you spoke.

“Then you should’ve been home on time.” In a second you released him and completely lifted yourself from the bed, standing at the foot. Van looked like he was about to explode and a long deep moan erupted from his throat.

“Y/N, please, I’m sorry.” You placed your hands on your hips.

“I know sweetie. But you look so good like this.” With a swift tug you undid the ribbon holding your robe closed and let it fall off your shoulders, the pink fabric pooling at your feet. You quickly dropped your panties and clambored back onto the bed, sitting yourself right above his member and grabbing the vibrator. Clicking it onto the lowest setting you moved the buzzing head to your clit, a shudder rolling up your spine. Van watched you work with hooded lids as your hips started to jerk around in an attempt to quickly reach your climax. Your other hand, which was previously placed firmly on Van’s chest to balance yourself, moved behind you to grasp his heady length. Van cried out as you slowly jerked him while you ground yourself against his lower abdomen.

You could feel your end approaching quickly and you could tell by the way Van’s back was arching off the sheets that his was too.

“Van,” You breathed, searching for his eyes. When they finally met yours he offered you an exhausted smile. Despite this being a “punishment,” he seemed to be enjoying himself. “You’ve done so well baby.” You removed the vibrator to click it off and shuffled down his body so you were positioned right above his member. “And even though I’m still mad at you, I’m gonna fuck you.” He licked his lip and nodded once.

“Thank you.” With that you sank all the way down onto his cock, both of you hissing as your fingernails dug into the skin of his chest. You could feel his heartbeat through his length, pulsing and warm inside you as you waited for your strength to come back to you. You were both so close to the edge that you were sure it would take only a few minutes to reach the end so you sat, just enjoying him for a moment.

You gave an experimental roll of the hips, preening at the mewl that van emitted, and just like that the flood gates were open. Bracing both of your hands on his chest you ground and rolled and swiveled your hips like there was no tomorrow. Both your bodies were slick with sweat and the sound of your skin meeting and combined moans echoed around the quiet room. You were teetering right there at the abyss, so close your arms gave out and you let yourself drape over Van’s chest, your face buried into the crook of his neck. He took over then, bending himself at the knees to find steady grounding, and thrusted himself up into you until you exploded around him, messy and white hot.

It took a couple seconds for your head to stop throbbing and for you to come back down to earth and when you did you took note of two things: The first being that Van had stopped moving and the second being that your hand was wrapped firmly around his throat. Leaning up a little to see his face you could only describe it as dumbstruck.

“Sorry,” You murmured, pulling your hand away but he quickly began rambling.

“No! No, uhm,” He gulped. “I-I liked it.” You raised an eyebrow at him, a little surprised that he was so open to all the new things you were throwing at him, and then you remembered who you were dealing with. “Can you, uh, can you do it a bit harder?” And if your body hadn’t been completely spent you’d probably come again just from those words. You leaned down and pressed a bruising kiss to his mouth.

“Of course you kinky little freak.”

With both hands wrapped around his throat pressing firmly down you slowly began working your hips over him, his pale face quickly going red from lack of air, making his freckles stand out against the flush. It only took a few solid swivels before his eyes were rolling back into his head, his back was lifting off the bed, and his entire body went rigid as he reached his peak deep, deep inside you. He gulped air in as soon as you released him, panting hard while you cooed at him, kissing his face and chest while you waited for him to calm down. You ran your fingers through his damp hair to get it out of his eyes and when he finally smiled at you sleepily you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

With a silent dismount you went into the ensuite bathroom to clean yourself up, returning with a damp towel for Van. You worked on unhooking the handcuffs and frowned when you saw bruises already forming under his delicate skin.

“Babe you should’ve told me they were too tight.” His head lolled over to look at you and he grunted out a word that sounded almost like ‘Sorry.’ With a shake of your head you wiped his forehead clean of sweat and cleaned up the mess made at his crotch. His entire body jerked when you touched his shaft and you giggled softly. You left the room to get you both some water and some pain killers for Van, pausing to pull his discarded shirt over your head. When you returned you could tell he was just on the edge of passing out.

“Y/N,” He mumbled. “‘M really sorry.” You helped him sit up and handed him the water and painkillers.

“I know.” You kissed him again. “You did very well. And now we know that Van Mccann isn’t just some boring vanilla rockstar.” You both got under the covers, letting Van be the big spoon. You were just about to fall asleep, absolutely spent, when he whispered in your ear.

“Next time you’ll be the one in handcuffs.”

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Bonus Scene

Pairing: Oikawa x Reader x Iwaizumi 

Genre/Warning: NSFW, Yandere, Rape/Non-con, Dub-con, Edging, Overstimulation, Degradation, Dirty Talk, Sex Toys, Mindbreak, Manipulation

Summary: When Oikawa and Iwaizumi find out their team manager is a camgirl on the side, they realize just watching her on a 2D screen isn’t enough 

Requested by Anon

Exhausted and in post-coital bliss, it’s all you can do to sit up and flash a peace sign and smile at your webcam before saying goodbye to your viewers. As soon as your camera turns off you slump back down on sweat-soaked sheets and grimace as the tip of the dildo you had just used prods your back. You lie there for a minute, catching your breath before you look at your phone to check the time. With a muffled curse, you spring up, cleaning and putting your toys away and throwing on your Aoba Johsai tracksuit before racing out the door. The team had recently changed the time of weekend practices and unfortunately for you, it meant you barely had time to get ready after your weekly Saturday livestreams. But this was your most profitable session and you didn't want to lose followers or money by changing the time, so you just grit your teeth and dealt with it. 

You cheerily greet the team of white and turquoise clad boys as you enter the gym. The first and second years politely acknowledge you, while your fellow third-years more casually welcome you. Iwaizumi nods his head in your direction and Oikawa flashes you a smile before returning their attention to the court. Towels prepared and water bottles filled, you sit on the sidelines watching your team practice. You aren’t particularly good friends with anyone on the team and you’re not incredibly passionate about volleyball, but when the usually reserved Iwaizumi had come up to you in class one day and asked you to be their team manager since he knew you weren’t part of any other clubs, you agreed. It’s not like you didn’t have the time and you were a little flattered that Iwaizumi had even thought of you. Your reminiscing is cut off by a whistle and you stand up to provide towels and water to the sweat-drenched boys.

Practice ends and you all part ways. Oikawa walks home, excited to just shower and laze away the rest of the day. Freshened up and only in a towel slung around his waist, he sits at his desk, grateful for the fact that the house will be empty for at least a few more hours as he browses camgirl sites. Regular porn just comes across as crass to Oikawa. Why would he want to watch some unattractive male pound away into a girl? No, he much prefers watching pretty camgirls and focusing all his attention on their soft feminine curves, imagining it’s him inside them instead of whatever toy they’re thrusting into their wet cunts. He haphazardly clicks through links, but freezes at the current image on his screen. No, there’s no way...he clicks play and he’s stunned as your familiar voice fills his room. Have you always had so much sex appeal? It’s not that he found you unattractive, but he had purposefully not entertained the thought of you as anything other than their team manager for the team’s sake. But now, watching your chest rise up and down as you pant like a bitch in heat, watching the way your thighs clench as you play with your clit, he regrets trying to be a responsible captain.

Out of curiosity, he looks at the timestamp of the video and his cock twitches at the realization that you had filmed this minutes before practice today. He had thought you were limping a bit when he saw you earlier and he now understands why as he watches you desperately pistoning a realistic dildo in and out of your drenched heat. Without even realizing it, his hand begins stroking to the rhythm of your pumps and his eyes fixate on your face as you moan with your eyes rolled back. All he can hear is your sweet voice brokenly crying out above his pounding heartbeat and when you wail and arch your back as you reach your peak, Oikawa hisses as thick white spurts splurt from his throbbing length. He leans back in his chair physically sated, but nervous excited energy still thrums inside him at this new information he’s found out about you. He reaches for his phone and calls the first person he always goes to whenever he wants to talk about something. “Iwa-chan, are you free right now? Want to come over?” 

Iwaizumi grumpily sighs as he treks over to Oikawa’s house. He had literally just seen the other boy earlier at practice and if he wanted to hang out, why didn’t he just ask him when he had dropped him off at his house? Already irritated, he can feel his temple pulse in anger when Oikawa opens the door with a cheery “yoohoo!” and drags him to his bedroom. “Oi, Shittykawa, what’s the big deal? Stop pulling me!” Oikawa apologetically releases his grip, but ushers Iwaizumi to sit at his desk. Confused, Iwaizumi allows himself to be seated in front of Oikawa’s computer screen, but screeches at the sight of a nude female masturbating. “What the hell, Tooru? Did you ask me to come over here to watch porn with you? I’m leaving!” Eyes shut, Iwaizumi attempts to get out of the seat when strong hands on his shoulders prevent him from moving. “Iwa-chan, look more closely! Doesn’t she look familiar?” Hesitantly, Iwaizumi opens his eyes and scrutinizes the screen, but his face pales when he sees your familiar face now twisted in ecstasy. “Isn’t she pretty? Who knew our team manager had a hobby like this?” 

Iwaizumi hates the way he can feel arousal pooling in his stomach at the sight of you writhing as you hold a vibrator to your engorged clit. “W-we shouldn’t be watching this. It’s none of our business what she does in her free time,” he shakily stutters. But Oikawa smirks as he watches how Iwaizumi can’t tear his eyes from the screen. “Are you sure, Iwa-chan? Because it looks like your body disagrees with you.” Embarrassed, Iwaizumi covers his now fully erect shaft with his hands. Oikawa hums thoughtfully as they continue watching your stream together. “Don’t you want to see the real deal, Iwa-chan? Recordings are fine, but now I want to see our little manager-chan in person.” There’s a pause and Iwaizumi wrestles internally between what’s morally right and what he wants, but after a few minutes he speaks up. “What’s your plan, Shittykawa?” Oikawa smiles. 

You’re putting things away after another grueling practice when you hear someone enter the equipment room behind you. Turning around, you see Oikawa and Iwaizumi file into the small room and close the door behind them. Confused, you ask them if they need anything, but your heart drops when Oikawa shows you his phone screen and you see your latest livestream displayed. You’re already prepared to apologize and resign from the team, but Oikawa’s quick to dismiss your worries as he tells you that Iwaizumi and him just wanted to personally tell you they’re big fans of yours. Slightly embarrassed that the captain and vice-captain had found out about your side gig, you’re at least grateful that it’s them and not anyone else on the team. Both players had been nothing but respectful to you the entire time you’d managed the team and if you’re honest, a tiny flame of pride flares inside of you when you realize the two handsome athletes enjoy watching your recordings. 

You’re about to thank them for their support when Iwaizumi opens his mouth. “We were wondering if you’d be okay with us watching one of your streams in person,” he nervously asks. You stand shell-shocked at his words. The reason you enjoy being a camgirl so much is the safety and power you feel behind the camera, knowing countless eyes are on you from behind a screen, but never close enough to actually do anything to you. You stare at the two boys waiting for a response from you. Iwaizumi and Oikawa wouldn’t ever hurt you or do anything you didn’t want, right? You imagine green and brown eyes watching you. You imagine staring at them as you make yourself cum over and over again. With eyes hazed over with lust, you agree. 

It takes some time to coordinate. You agree a Saturday livestream would work best for all of you, but you need to patiently wait for one of the few weekends where the team doesn’t have practice. (There’s something a little mortifying about the idea of going to practice right after doing what the three of you are about to do.) Finally, one such weekend comes along and you take a deep breath as your doorbell rings before letting the two taller boys into your home. You lead them to your room where they situate themselves behind the camera so they won’t be seen and, shooting a little smile in their direction, you start the stream. 

Oikawa can feel himself salivate as you teasingly untie your silky robe and slowly slide it off to reveal a white lacy lingerie set. The duality of how angelic you look in the pure color versus what you’re about to do has his heart racing. Iwaizumi watches enraptured by the way your head leans back and your mouth opens as you knead your breasts in your hands, pinching your nipples every once in a while until he can see the pebbled bumps beneath the lacy fabric. You giggle and tease your viewers for being so impatient as the comments scream for you to take everything off, but you oblige and unhook your bra, tossing it to the side as you continue playing with your now bare chest. Oikawa licks his lips and imagines what it would feel like to suck on one of your already hardened buds as he begins to slowly palm his hardening cock. You lean back and spread your legs and Iwaizumi almost groans at the wet spot already forming and seeping through your panties. You slip a hand underneath the flimsy material and he watches you finger yourself as your eyes roll back. The room begins to fill with squelching sounds as you become more and more aroused and you finally slip off the now soaked fabric and both boys almost lose it when they see your drenched pussy on full display.

You reach over to your nightstand and grab a thick curved metal toy. Oikawa watches you slide the thicker round end inside your dripping heat, while Iwaizumi takes in every line of your face as you gasp at the feeling of cold metal sliding past warm walls. “It’s so cold, but it feels so good inside my pussy. AH-it rubs against my g-spot perfectly.” You’re panting heavily as you talk to your viewers and you begin to gently thrust the toy in and out of you, your eyes rolling everytime steel rubs against the spongy spot inside of you. You can feel yourself rushing towards your end and you pause your movements, pushing the toy firmly inside of you as we reach once more for your nightstand. The ace and setter groan at the sight of the huge vibrator aggressively whirring in your hands. They watch as your body contorts on the bed as you press the vibrations against your aroused nipples and they watch as drool begins to trickle out the sides of your gaping mouth as you trail the vibrator down between the valleys of your breasts, past your belly button, before finally landing on your puffy clit. Iwaizumi grits his teeth at the wail you release and he wishes he could hold your legs down as you twist and turn at the onslaught. They continue watching you move on the bed in front of them, but they stiffen when you look directly at them as you finally fall apart with a scream, squirting your juices everywhere. You keep the vibrator on you at a lower intensity as you pull the metal toy out of you and you moan as you suck it clean in your mouth, never breaking eye contact with the two guests in your room. Only when the first pangs of overstimulation hit you do you remove the vibrator and weakly sign off of your stream.   

You lay your spent body down on the bed and are about to say something to your visitors when you yelp as you feel hands roughly grab your thighs and spread them apart. Startled you try to sit up, but are stopped by hands pushing down your shoulders. Panic begins to swell within you as you stare up into chocolate brown eyes smiling down at you. “Thanks for the show, cutie. But it would be rude not to let us enjoy the real thing, right? You can’t just tease your guests like that.” His pout would have been cute in any other situation, but now it only triggers fear inside of you. “Let me go! I let you guys watch as friends. I don’t want this.” You sob as you feel Iwaizumi begin to push his cock inside you, stretching you far beyond what your toy had. “Fuck, she’s so tight even after cumming like a whore. I guess your toys can’t replace a real cock.” He groans as he finally sheaths himself completely inside of you and despite the anxiety eating away at you, your eyes roll back and you moan, already turned on and sensitive from your earlier actions.  

You feel Iwaizumi’s calloused hands hold your waist in a bruising grip as he starts a brutal pace and tears fall down your face from the pleasure and Oikawa’s humiliating words. “Do you like Iwa-chan’s cock that much? You’re moaning like a slut. Tell Iwa-chan how good he’s making you feel.” You bite your lips in an attempt to stifle your lewd cries, but Oikawa leans forward and begins to rub your clit and you can’t hold back the slew of pleasured moans that leave your mouth. Iwaizumi is filling you so well and his thrusts are stronger and deeper than anything you try and replicate with your toys. It’s not long before you feel another climax quickly approaching and you tense your body in preparation only for everything to suddenly stop. Frustrated and confused, you blearily look up at the two boys only to see them predatorily leering down at you. Oikawa coos at you as he brushes your hair from your face. “Tell Iwa-chan exactly what you want or you don’t get anything.” You spitefully ignore him and try to roll your hips, but Iwaizumi firmly holds you still and you almost scream at being denied. 

Pride and anger at being forced into this hold your tongue still and Iwaizumi tsks in annoyance as he begins to work your body up again. You try your best to push down the desire building inside of you, but you’ve always been so easy to rile up after you’ve already orgasmed and it’s not long before you feel yourself peaking again only for the thrusts to stop when you can almost taste your climax on your tongue. The cycle goes on a few more times until you’re sobbing in frustration and your will finally breaks. You can’t think of anything else other than Iwaizumi’s cock inside of you and cumming. “Iwaizumi, please make me cum. Please make me feel good. I want to cum so badly. Please please please…” You can’t even fully make sense of your slutty begging, but it’s good enough for Iwaizumi and he savagely tears into you again and again until both of you roll over a cliff of pleasure together.

You whimper as Iwaizumi pulls out of you and you sink into his hold as he lies next to you on the rumpled bed sheets and wraps his strong arm around your waist. You’re too tired to push him off and his body heat is comforting to you as you wade through the delirious afterglow. It’s only when you feel another body settling in between your legs that you try and muster the strength to move away, but Iwaizumi tightens his hold on you as he begins to bite and suck on your sensitive neck. Aroused and impatient after holding himself back for so long, Oikawa rams completely inside of you in one swift motion and your mouth opens in a silent scream at the overstimulation. You’re almost thankful for the way Iwaizumi’s arm keeps you grounded as your body tries to thrash around, unable to cope with the stings of pain and pleasure you feel with every movement of Oikawa’s hips. You can feel a rollercoaster inside of you creeping slowly to the top, but with a few more thrusts, Oikawa stills as he releases deep inside of you before you can go over the curve. 

You mentally recoil as you hear yourself whine for Oikawa to help you finish, but it’s like your brain has gone on autopilot and you can’t control the lust-filled pleas for more. Iwaizumi and Oikawa share a smile before Iwaizumi moves his hand and begins to tweak and fondle your nipples while Oikawa slides down your body until you feel air blow on your throbbing hole. You should be ashamed about the way you can’t stop begging and moaning as Oikawa devours your sopping wet cunt, but with just a few more licks, sucks, and tugs of your abused nipples, you come undone and you melt into the space between the two bodies now lying on either side of you. Your brain feels like mush and you can feel your eyelids growing heavier as fatigue consumes you. A warning bell deep inside of you faintly rings when you hear Oikawa’s voice say, “I can’t wait until the next time we do this, cutie”. But you’re so tired and you just let yourself pass out in the pair of toned arms embracing you.    

[multiplefandomfics]

Elevator part 2

Norman x Reader

Warnings: smut, Norman Reedus, fluff, heartbreak,

Words: 2149

It had been 5 month since our last encounter in the hotel in Berlin. Since then I hadn’t heard a thing from Norman. I felt so used and thrown away it was embarrassing. But I had my pride and wasn’t gonna call or text him before he did. I was so angry at myself. How could I have been so dumb to think a film star like Norman Reedus would want something permanently from a girl like me? He could get any model type woman he wanted so why choose me? I made a total fool of myself and when I noticed that I immediately called my friend to cry.

I was so heartbroken that I wasn’t even able to enjoy the beautiful summer vacation with my friend to Great Britain. I was constantly in a bad mood it got even worse when I saw all the pictures on his Instagram account.

The weather was still amazing when September came around and I was sitting on my balcony at home when my phone rang. I was so in thoughts that I didn’t even look at the screen of my cell phone when I took the call. “Ja.” I said. “hello beautiful!” Immediately I was wide awake. “How dare you call me after almost half a year and then you come around with hello beautiful?” I yelled at him and walked inside my apartment. My neighbors didn’t have to know about the drama going on here. “I’m really sorry darling. I know I hurt you badly by not calling but at first I was really busy filming when I came back to the states and then time flew by so fast that I doubted such an amazing woman would still be available that’s why I didn’t call. And I know that is a shitty excuse but I just had to try my luck now. I couldn’t get you out of my mind sweetheart.” he sounded sincere but what did I know he was an actor after all so I stayed silent except for a “Pfft” he sensed my doubts and added suggestively: “I just have to see you again and as luck would have it I’m in town. Come meet me sweetheart and I show you how much I missed you.” “I don’t know.” I teased him. I didn’t want to let him know that his voice and words had already convinced me to give him a second chance. “Please?!” he begged and I could almost see his puppy dog eyes through the speaker. “Alright. Where and when?” I caved in.

Two hours later we met at his hotel in my town. My city was not the biggest so neither was the hotel. I had come on my bike to show off a little and he had mentioned he had rented one here and wanted to go for a ride maybe. He was already waiting for me in the lobby when I entered with my helmet over my arm. “Hey sweetheart. It’s so good to see you. I missed ya.” he hugged me tight. “Thank you for giving me this second chance.” he added. “Yeah I was hardly inclined not to come but then I wanted to know what you had to say.” I stayed emotionally distant not least because he had hurt me before and I didn’t want to head head first into a car crash again. We sat there for about an hour with coffee and talked. About his shows and new projects and he asked me about my work which was boring as always but he seemed intrigued nonetheless. It honestly felt like home with him and I couldn’t erase the warm feeling in my belly. We sometimes laughed so hard it hurt. It was wonderful. “So you wanna ride?” he suddenly asked. “eh yeah certainly.” I replied. We got ready and swung ourselves on our bikes. We had synchronized our speakers and started uphill and onto the street into the countryside. “Eat my dust Reedus.” I exclaimed and pushed the accelerator. “Not today Darlin.” he tried to catch up but failed miserably or maybe he wanted to let me win. I had to admit I was slowly falling for him again. On another thought I think I never really stopped. We held at a dam, bought ice cream and sat on a bank. “So how do you feel doing a slightly longer tour with me? Maybe coming into my show? I love riding with you.” he suggested. “Why? Norman seriously. What is this going on between us? The tension is killing me. You are sending me signals and I have no idea where to put them. Be honest with me. Am I just a fling for you? A girl for a little fun and a few nights? Or is there something real? I can’t take another hit.” I stared deeply into his eyes. He turned toward me and grabbed my hands. “How could you ever be just a fling to me? I fell for you the moment I stepped into the elevator all those month ago. And I was so jealous when Jeff constantly flirted with you even though I knew you weren’t mine back then.” he made a short break before saying: “Are you now? Mine I mean?” he asked almost shy. His eyes hidden by his long strands of hair. I had to swallow strongly. I was so enticed by him. He had me under his spell. “Yes.” I barely whispered. “Please don’t make me regret this decision.” I had tears in my eyes but the reason was still unclear at that moment. Happiness or fear of being heartbroken again. After my response I suddenly had his lips firmly pressed to mine as his hands ventured to my hips to pull me closer. I was a little taken aback but kissed him back eagerly. “So motorcycle tour?” he repeated his question as he pulled a little away from me. “Definitely yes. Anywhere, anytime.” I felt so confident about it. “What about now. I got a few weeks.” he suggested. “Now? Yeah why not. I just call my boss and quit. My job is damn boring and if we want to go further on this I can go with you. I’ll find a job anywhere.” this was going fast but it all felt right so I didn’t care. Maybe I was naive but every rational thought felt so far away. “Really? He asked excitedly. I nodded. “God I love you.” he added and then realized what he had just said. “Don’t worry I love you too.” I answered encouraged. “What about you life here? Friends, Family?” suddenly Norman sounded concerned. “Oh that won’t be a problem. I’m not close with any family and my only friend is (Y/F/N)  and she can come with us. She hates her job as much as I do and we are only available as a couple!” I stated. His shoulders relaxed visibly at my statement and he smiled again. “Then it is settled. We make a tour of Germany or maybe even Europe and then we get you a visa and go home.” he was excited as hell I could tell. I felt as happy as I hadn’t in years.

Said, done we went to his hotel, grabbed his stuff and brought it to my house for safekeeping. We took the necessities for the road and started driving. My job was long history too. First we visited all sorts of beautiful cities and places in my country. After a week we drove through France and then Spain and Portugal. From Calais we crossed the sea over to Dover and from then we made our journey through England, Wales, Scotland and Northern Ireland. It was magical. The landscape and people were amazing. After four weeks of touring the west side of Europe we found ourselves back in my home town. We had already talked to (Y/F/N) and she had agreed to move with you, threw her job out of the window and applied for a visa which was granted to both of us. At least for 6 month then we had to get creative. Before we wanted to fly to New York we sent my bike and some big belongings, which couldn’t be taken by plane on the way by ship. I had worried about the fact that I was younger than him by over 20 years for some time. Especially when it came to his son. But after video chatting with him a few times I thought he really started to like me. He was so much like his dad.

The last night in my apartment before the move we spent in bed. I woke up late that day with him kissing my neck and sucking at all the right spots. If that wasn’t a way to wake up. “Mhhh mornin’” I mumbled smiling. “Mornin babe.” he whispered against my neck. “Please Norman. I need you. I had a dream about you. A very nice one.” “Hmm what did I do? Tell me.” he kept kissing his journey toward my cleavage. I was so distracted by his mouth that I almost forgot to answer and I knew what that would bring me. “You were between my legs eating me out like the champ you are, baby.” I moaned. “hmm sounds nice. I am in for some breakfast.” I wasn’t able to see him moving so fast was he as he pulled the blankets away and buried his head between my legs. We were still naked from the activities the evening before. “Oh god Norm.” I moaned and threw my head back in pure pleasure. His tongue first drew pattern, I expect it to be his name, on my clit before he buried it in my slick cunt. I was already gushing and he hadn’t touched me much yet. When he entered two fingers suddenly I screamed his name and saw stars. I loved it when his long fingers crooked inside me and hit that one spot that had me trashing and slobbering all over the place. “Fuck. Harder.” I was only able to say one word sentences but he obliged. And soon I came all over his hand screaming his name. “Did that feel good baby?” he asked self assured. But he didn’t have to wait for an answer because I jumped his bones straddling his hips and stroking his hardening member. “Yes (Y/N) just like that.” he groaned. I loved the raspy sound of his voice. It got even deeper when he was in ecstasy. In that moment I couldn’t wait any longer so I raised myself on my knees and sank down on him. We both groaned in unison at the tight fit. He was huge and it always surprised me that he fit at all but after some adjustment time it felt like home. I could feel every vein on his cock and started to bounce slightly. He met my thrusts at every downward move by snapping his hips upward. “Feels so good baby. Hmm so tight and wet.” he groaned eyes closed enjoying the feeling of me taking charge for once. But after a while of me slowly moving up and down his length he had enough and flipped us so I was laying underneath him. With my heels pushed into his ass his leverage increased tenfold and he pistoned his hips in hard and fast just the way I liked it. “Yes don’t stop Norman. Feels amazing. Love your cock.” I moaned loudly and clenched around him signaling for me to reach my release shortly after. I screamed loudly. I had never been a screamer before but he pushed me onto new levels of euphoria. He kept pummeling his hips into my oversensitive pussy at an ungodly pace which brought me to another mind blowing orgasm as he found his release inside me. He pushed himself off of me and laid panting beside me. The only noises in the room where our ragged breathing and the tick tock of the alarm clock on the bedside table. After he was able to move again he got up and grabbed a washcloth from the bathroom to clean the mess up we had left between my thighs.

After that amazing last day we packed our remaining items picked up (Y/F/N) from her home and drove to the airport. We checked in to our flight and waited until we could board. We phoned some people in the meantime we wanted to say good bye to and then it was off to a new life. I couldn’t believe this was gonna happen but I was sure as hell gonna take what was about to come. I had finally found what I was missing in my life and I was not gonna let it go.

[k-p-p-d]

Partition IV (M)

Summary: He can look, but can he touch?

Warnings: voyeurism, exhibitionism, oral

Length: 1.7k

A/N: @blackinkfics Happy birthday, Kia~😘

1 | 2 | 3

Jaebum’s heart slammed hard against his ribcage as it snapped back into action, setting a frenzied pace that only quickened with every message he received. Shit, shit, shit! He had been caught, and to make matters worse, his boss was taunting him. He should have felt completely ashamed, downright mortified at that, but instead he felt...excited. Shit. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tried his hardest to ignore the way the way his cheeks and ears burned hotly or the way his pants suddenly seemed to feel a size too tight. Instead, he kept his eyes trained on the three ominous dots flashing across his screen. He was a professional so he must always be attentive to his boss...right?

Jaebum didn’t have time to further attempt (futilely so) to justify his alertness when the three dots vanished suddenly. A sense of heavy dread descended upon him like an ominous thunderstorm darkening every inch of the sky. His nerves were frazzled when the lightning bolt of ‘holy fucking shit!’ cracked through him at the new message his boss had sent:

Roll down the partition if you’d like to see more.

Attached to the (frankly) scandalous invitation was a video file.

He knew he shouldn’t open it. He knew what he’d see. He absolutely knew he’d be crossing a line that no amount of professionalism from this night onward would ever uncross. He knew all of these things, knew all of them with absolute certainty, and still yet—

(He’ll later blame his reflexes for moving his fingers faster than his brain could stop them.)

“Fuck,” he gasped as he watched, eyes wide in awe, the way her full, swollen lips stretched obscenely around the rock hard pillar of flesh that was his boss’ member. He could barely hear the soft, even breaths Jinyoung took over the loud squelching and wet gurgling noises her mouth made as Jinyoung steadily and relentlessly fucked her throat raw. Jaebum’s hand curled tightly around his phone as he pressed down as hard as he could on his groin in a desperate attempt to keep himself together. But all he could think about—all he wanted in that moment was to be in the other man’s place with her head pressed firmly down in his lap rather than his hand as she helplessly swallowed every inch of throbbing erection. “Fuck!” he exclaimed yet again breathlessly. He wanted so bad to go back there, to join in, to ruin her too. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t cross that line. His eyes flicked up to stare unfocused at the roof of the car as he tried to steady his breathing. His breath hitched when his eyes landed on the button that controlled the partition. He reached up to ghost his fingers over the inconspicuous button. Should he…?

A particularly harsh grunt crashed into his ears and, unthinkingly, his finger surged forward to jam hard against the button.

Jaebum sucked in a breath, eyes zeroed in on the reflection of the slowly descending partition through his rearview mirror. A tense second passed before his dark eyes were captured in the magnetic, piercing stare of Jinyoung. An intense sensation pulsed from deep within him as the other man’s devilish smirk deepened with every inch the partition lowered. Jaebum crumpled under the intense gaze, his eyes flicking down from the other’s man face to—

Fuck.

Jaebum was so fucked. As mortified as his brain’s final stronghold of professionalism was, he could not tear his hungry gaze away from the sight of her knelt between Jinyoung’s knees. Her wrists were held tightly in one of Jinyoung’s hands to stretch her trembling arms up above her head which was gracelessly shoved down onto his groin and held in place with the iron clad grip of his other hand as he mercilessly pistoned his hips upward to thrust himself down her throat. He could so clearly hear the sloppy, slick gargling noises being punched out of her mouth as Jinyoung continued his onslaught. Jaebum’s mouth went dry and his blood rushed south. “Fuck,” he breathed helplessly in a hushed pant.

“Look, jagiya,” Jinyoung huskily began in a dark, dangerous rumble before he pulled her head off his dick, which glistened wet from her saliva in the lowlights of the limousine’s recessed lights, with a sharp yank to haul her upper body up against his chest. He curled his fingers under her chin and slowly turned her head until her dazed eyes were staring straight ahead at Jaebum, her lipstick smudged and mascara running down her cheeks. “We’ve got an audience,” he purred low in his chest. Jaebum saw the violent shudder that ripped through her entire body as Jinyoung’s words floated across her skin. “You know I don’t like having an audience as much as you do,” he rasped while nuzzling against her cheek, his eyes still boring burning holes into Jaebum. “Maybe we should get him involved. We’ll call it audience participation. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” A broken whine spilled forth from her mouth at the mere thought of what Jinyoung’s words could mean. Jinyoung pressed his plush lips against her ear before pulling his head back, the curved shell of her ear caught now between his teeth as he growled, “Come here.”

Jaebum didn’t even bother to think. His body snapped into action before he could blink or even draw in a stuttered breath. He could see his hands shoving his door open, could feel the chilled night air brushing past his heated skin, could hear the sound of his hurried footfalls in the quiet, could taste the faint traces of mint from his dried lip balm, could smell the overwhelming and distinct fragrance of lust hanging between his two passengers and now himself as he slipped inside the back next to them. Only the sight of Jinyoung’s devilish smirk so close to him had some distant part of his mind screaming at him to wake up, to snap out of this fever dream! He blinked stupidly, “I—“

Jinyoung grabbed the collar of his shirt and roughly yanked him forward until only a breath’s space was left between them. “So glad you could finally join us,” he teased. Jaebum swallowed thickly; Jinyoung’s smirk deepened. “Tell me what you want, Jaebum.”

“I- I don’t know,” he confessed in a rushed whisper.

Jinyoung cocked his head to the side, a knowing look in his eyes but he didn’t challenge him. Instead, he simply shrugged and offered, “How about I tell you what I want?” Jaebum could only manage to nod as his lungs and mouth refused to cooperate with him. “In that case...” He released Jaebum’s now-crinkled collar and sat back a little, “Strip.” Jaebum’s hands immediately flew to his tie, but Jinyoung’s warm hand against the backs of his fingers stopped him. “No,” he chastised warmly, “you’re our guest. Let her do it.” Jaebum let his hands fall limply to his sides as Jinyoung dipped his head to whisper deceptively sweet into her ear, “You know what to do, jagiya.”

In an instant, she was on him, her fingers a flurry of speed and determination as she carefully undid his tie and popped open every button of his shirt. She shoved the offensive fabric off his shoulders and let out a needy whimper as she raked her heated gaze over every inch of his exposed chiseled torso. Jaebum was never one to be self-conscious usually, however, the sheer weight of her eyes trailing slowly combined with Jinyoung watching her watch him made him want to curl in on himself. He shifted uncomfortably and made to lean forward a little so as to at least feel like he was somehow covering himself but a firm hand pressed squarely in the center of his chest stopped him. He glanced over to Jinyoung who was simply shaking his head. Jaebum felt small under the other man’s powerful, dark gaze. He lowered his eyes and let Jinyoung gently push him back into his seat. Jaebum’s belt was tossed carelessly behind her and his zipper was undone. Her hands hovered over the clothed, hardened bulge sitting oh so invitingly in the gap of his opened fly as she looked up at him through her lashes. “May I?” she asked softly.

“Y-yes, please,” he breathed, afraid if he spoke any louder his voice would crack.

Despite being granted permission, she hesitated for a moment and glanced entreatingly at Jinyoung. The other man reached out a hand to drag his thumb against her bottom lip. “Put on a show for him, jagiya. Show him just how good you are.” That was all the assurance she needed it seemed, because in the next instant, Jaebum was yelling out a choked off cry as the head of his dick rammed up against the back of her scorching hot throat. Tears sprung to his eyes when she pulled up, her lips forming an airtight ring around him as she sucked hard enough to rival a suction cup. She dropped her jaw just barely so she could slip down his throbbing dick once more before pulling up again until only his head was still in her mouth, her tongue dutifully circling and laving it. Jaebum’s hips snapped forward uncontrollably when she flicked her tongue at the sensitive spot just beneath the underside of his head. She moaned and something in him broke. Desperately, his eyes snapped up toward Jinyoung only to find the man’s lust blown eyes practically feasting on the erotic sights before him. “Please—“ Jaebum didn’t know what exactly he was pleading for, but he knew he needed it.

What he wasn’t expecting wasn’t for Jinyoung to crash his lips hard against his own in a crazed, vicious, biting kiss that was all raw passion and clashing teeth than it was finesse and sensuality. That could come later though. Jaebum would make sure it would. But for now, he was readily losing himself in the maelstrom of carnal desire and primal need. Jinyoung was the first to pull away, much to Jaebum’s distaste which he made known with a whine. “Shh,” Jinyoung quieted him in a husky whisper. He slid his hand down Jaebum’s trembling chest, letting his nails scratch dully against the etched valleys of his sculpted abs, until it came to rest on top of her head. “I want you to fuck her throat,” he rasped as he brought one of Jaebum’s hands to replace his on her before he leaned forward to yank off his tie, “while I fuck her.”

—Admin Lily💋