#if the angling looks awkward. shh.

[vivalaplutodraws]

some first kill au andreil ft vampire!Neil for halloween

[tojisun]

!! fem reader; soft and tender sex :((

simon and the way he worships you — how he trails kisses from your shins to your knees; then nuzzling the inside of your thighs, leaving shallow bites that make your breath hitch, before dimpling the meat of your hips with his hands.

simon and the way he adores you — slow caresses of his fingers on your hardened clit, his thumb gentle against the sensitive nub, before slipping two of his lubed fingers inside your slicked pussy.

he breathes in sharply just as you gasp at the stretch, his eyes alight with his own desire, and greedy as they take in the image that you make: whimpering and squirming, your hands fisting the sheets as your head thrashes from where it lies on simon’s lap. your legs squeeze close at every dizzying slide but simon is quick to prop them open with his free hand, his palm pushing down at the fat of your thigh with a gentle beckoning.

“you feel good, sweetheart?” he asks, his voice so soft it’s almost devoured by your mewls.

“yes,” you hiccup, blinking your eyes open to meet his. it is awkward as you’re seeing him upside-down but you do not mistake the tenderness in the way simon’s gazing at you.

simon’s looking at you like you are the loveliest thing that ever happened to him and you feel it in his touch; in the way he crooks his fingers when you softly begged, “there, please? s’good there, si.”

his lips wobble and you really, really want to kiss him. and so you ask him just that, your hands loosening their hold on the quilt to caress his bulk—the soft pads of your fingertips tracing the lines of simon’s nerves as they map up his arms. he is so big, his arms are so long, that you couldn’t fully touch them all, but that is alright because simon’s already bowing down to meet your lips.

the kiss feels odd as his lips slot against your own in an opposite angle, still, you tremble at the gentleness of it all.

he sucks on your lower lip and you lick into his mouth, bumping against his tongue. the first touch makes you moan at the same time that simon’s fingers begin fucking you again, and you squeal, your back lifting up from the bed only to be pressed down again by simon’s weight.

he pops off from kissing you with a chuckle. “shh, sweet girl,” he murmurs. “i’ve got you.”

simon and the way he reveres you — how he clings to you just as tight when you tell him you’re cumming.

“so good f’r me,” simon gasps out. “so beautiful. so perfect — look at me, sweet one. look at me- ah,” his eyes crinkle when he smiles. “there she is, my beloved.”

it’s that which pushes you to your orgasm, your heels digging into simon’s back as your head drops into the pillows with a cry. simon follows, folding his body against yours to trace kisses on the column of your throat and you keep cumming, gushing at the intensity of it all.

so good! so good!

[megistusdiary]

tighnari being sassy to his partner in the midst of having sex. maybe just me but i think he’d absolutely be into degrading his partner only to then work them back up and flip into praising them

oooo ok i like this. also i am swimming in tighnari thirsts in my inbox rn thank you all for delivering the goods 🤞

also i love this concept, i feel like tighnari would love teasing his partner and degrading/praising them at the same time omg..

warnings: dom!tighnari and sub!gender neutral anatomy/pronouns reader

degradation, praise, tighnari ears 🥰, penetration (sub!receiving), overstimulation (sub!receiving), he puts his hand on your neck (gently)

tighnari smirked down at you, clasping your hands in his. he linked your fingers together, holding your hands down above your head effectively.

your lips parted, a gasp slipping out as tighnari snapped his hips up into yours. your back arched as he filled you so perfectly, feeling him stretching you out.

"aw, you look so pathetic, sweetheart." tighnari released one of your hands in favor of gripping your chin. he moved your face to meet his gaze, staring into your eyes and giving you a mischievous grin. "i thought you promised me you could take it?"

"i can!" you whined, feeling him change the angle of his hips. "i can, nari."

"oh? because you already look so messy." he squeezed your cheeks together. "such a pretty little human." he smirked, snapping his hips into yours more sharply, deliberately.

your moans were muffled by his fingers pressing your lips into an awkward position. he could feel you trembling under him, flexing your fingers in his grasp.

"archons-" he closed his eyes, feeling you tighten around him as he tipped his head back. "are you going to come already?"

your brows furrowed, focusing on the feeling of him fucking into you with fervor. you could feel his fingers tugging on yours, his hand on your jaw, trailing down to rest on your neck, beads of sweat from his body trickling onto your skin.

as soon as his tip pressed into just the right spot, you keened, shaking against him like a leaf as he laughed softly. "oh, right there?" he asked, though your hearing was fuzzy as you squirmed under him.

he finally released your cheeks to instead rest his fingers teasingly over your pulse point, feeling your heartbeat race.

it only took a few moments before he felt you arch into him, your nipples grazing his chest as you came hard. he groaned with you, gripping your hand as your hole contracted around him rapidly.

he felt you trembling from the remnants of your orgasm, softly petting your head and kissing your cheeks. "you did well."

you sighed into his touch, closing your eyes before feeling him shift inside of you.

he was still hard?

"nari?"

"do you remember how i told you i was different from human men?" he caressed your shoulder, nuzzling into your neck. "well, i hope you can take it, love."

you keened at the sensitivity, feeling him thrust against you once more. "but, i-"

"oh no, shh it's okay." he cooed, running his fingertips across your chest. "just be good for me, you can do that, right?"

he fucked you deeply as you arched up into him, eyes wide as he groaned into the crook of your neck.

"that's it, love. you're doing so good."

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hollow Spark

So I'm writing a Hollow Knight/Transformers crossover and this is kind of a sneak peak I guess? Not final version, will probably add and change some stuff before posting the full thing.

Rung held his arms out, servos visible and open, doing his best to appear as unthreatening as possible. “Shhh shh, it’s ok, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

The being, the child, didn’t stop trembling, but it ceased trying to shuffle backwards. It stared at him with vigilance and Rung had the silent realization that it was probably intimidated by him. That was a first but considering how small they were in comparison, it made sense. He slowly went down on one knee so that he wouldn’t be looming over them.

“Hello, it’s very nice to meet you. My name is Rung. Do you have a name?”

The child stared at him for a few seconds before it shook its head and oh, it reminded Rung so much of when he had ignited those first hot spots, with mecha crawling out of the ground and not knowing who they were yet. Hadn’t he asked the same question back then? Hadn’t he extended a servo to help them take their first steps?

He found himself momentarily lost in the memory. Mecha stumbling around, so young but already so strong, carefully planting one pede in front of the other as they made their way forward. Frowns of concentration turning into victorious smiles as they found their balance. Eventually growing overconfident and accidentally tripping over their pedes as they tried to run, mere minutes after being made.

Foolish, beautiful sparks, all of them. Always ready to go.

Nostalgia made Rung’s optics soften and it took him a second to remember where he was. He smiled at the young soul in front of him. “That’s ok, we can figure all of that out later. For now, is it ok if I get closer?” The child regarded him silently again, probably trying to determine if he was dangerous, before nodding. Rung smiled as he scooted over, careful to not make any sudden big movements that would accidentally scare the child. He noticed it clutching one of its arms tight to the side of its body. “Does your arm hurt?” A nod. “Can I see?”

A pause, then the child carefully held out their arm. Taking a closer look, Rung hissed softly. Illuminated by the light of his spark window, he could clearly make out the injury. The child’s arm was broken, bent in at an awkward angle that looked remarkably painful. The armor had been broken, with something dark oozing out of it.

Rung raised his servo but didn’t touch the arm just yet. “Can I touch it?” The child flinched and Rung hurried to ease its fear. “I just want to see if there’s anything I can do to help, I promise to be careful.”

Shuddering, the child hesitated before it nodded once more. With gentle servos, Rung clasped one servo around their upper arm and held their servo with the other. Carefully turning the arm over, he took in the extent of the damage.

The lower arm had been broken, right above the wrist. It looked like something that could have happened in a fall.

Raising his chin to look up, Rung couldn’t see very far due to how dark it was but he could make out some rocks jutting out from the cave wall.

“Did you fall while climbing?” he asked, though he had a feeling that the child would not respond, at least not verbally. Immediately, the child looked away. Its other hand dug into the earth as if it struggled with the memory. After a little while, it nodded in affirmation.

Rung found himself wondering if all of the masks had once belonged to other children also attempting this difficult climb. It was a terrifying thought. The image of small bodies falling and breaking upon impact, writhing in pain and fear in this oppressive darkness before ultimately succumbing to their wounds made him feel sick. If he hadn’t found the youngling, then would they have met the same fate?

The mere thought of it was almost more than he could take.

“You are very brave,” Rung said as he gently traced a thumb over the child’s palm, a soothing gesture meant for both of them. “It must have hurt a lot when it happened and it was probably very frightening. Yet despite this you still allowed me to get closer.” He looked up from the broken arm and stared into the dark optic sockets of the child, smiling. “That was very brave. Thank you for trusting me.”

The child stared at him, unmoving, and while Rung couldn’t make out any emotions of their mask he could practically hear the gears and cogs turning in their head as they thought.

Slowly, as if hesitant, the child reached out with its other arm as well. Its servos clenched and unclenched as if it wanted something.

It took Rung a second but then he recognized the gesture. He had once visited an alien world and seen one of the native’s young make a similar gesture toward its caregiver. A silent plea to be held.

Careful not to jostle its injured arm, Rung slipped his servos underneath their armpits and picked them up, securing one of his arms under them once he was sure that he wouldn’t drop it. He had never held someone in his arms before, at least not like this, and so he worried that it might not be comfortable for the youngling.

The child appeared at ease though. It rested its head against his chest, right above his spark window, and he could feel the tension leaving them. One had reached up to clutch at one of his armor plates, small digits digging into the seams.

[angry-trashcan]

Calla lily

Chapter ten of Braided Lilac

Warnings: N/SFW. MINORS DNI. If you choose not to read this chapter then that is okay, it has no story implication.

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N/SFW BELOW THE CUT

Your back hit the bed below you as Legend’s body carried over you. His breath wafted over your neck when his bare chest landed against yours. Your hips rose at the sensation, chasing his for any kind of friction you could find. “Easy there, squirrel. We’ll make sure you get taken care of.”

Another set of hands fell into your hair, pulling out the bun it had been wrapped into. You tilted your head back for Legend to have better access to your neck and to look up at Hyrule. His own chest as bare as both of yours, pink and brown scars littering across it. He took in a deep breath was you let out a small whimper, reaching a hand out to him. Your hand fell into his own, letting his legs adjust so he was sitting on his knees right above your head. Another moan slipped out of you, “You doing okay down there?”

You nodded the best you could in response. More noises coming from your chest as Legend moved his mouth down it. You pulled your hand, bringing Hyrule closer to you. “Kiss me.”

You didn’t have to ask him twice, he bent over, his free hand landing next to your head, and pushed his lips against yours. It was an awkward angle, your nose hitting his chin and vise versa, but he picked up the pace rather quickly. His tongue slipping in at any opening he got. During this, Legend took a nipple into his mouth, sucking it harshly between his teeth. You gasped into the other man’s mouth and you could feel Legend’s smile tickling against your breast. His hand ran up to the free one, pinching it between his fingers to get another gasp out of you.

Curses rolled off your tongue and onto Rulie’s. He swallowed each one with a hum, letting himself take in the same pleasure you were receiving. Legend’s hand slipped from your nipple to your lower stomach. He paused, already blown out eyes looking up to you. “Is it alright if we keep going?” Hyrule released your lips long enough for you to look down at the pink haired man. His wide eyes flickered in the candle light, his lips swollen. You nodded and his hand fell lower. It slipped into your underwear in the same moment that Rulie took your lips back into his own. His nimble fingers ran over your slit, brushing against the place you needed him most.

Legend’s mouth found your other nipple now, giving it similar treatment. He stopped for a moment, looking up to Hyrule. He reached up, grabbing the arm supporting Hyrule and pulling it down. His eyes opened to watch what the other man was doing. A silent agreement took place over you as Legend put the hand on top of the free breast, directing him to work it much like he had only a moment before. The softer hand did just that, squeezing it in his hand and running a thumb over the swollen bud.  His mouth pulled from yours when you gasped. Your arms came up to grab at his head in an effort to bring him back down. “Shh, I got you. I’m not going anywhere.” You watched with parted lips and blown out eyes as he worked over your nipple again, letting the pads of his fingers roll and pinch it.

Legend’s mouth left your other one, leaving a trail of spit in his path as he traveled further down your stomach. His lips reached the top of your underwear, to which he looked back up at you for confirmation. When he got what he was searching for, he freed his hand from them and wrapped a finger into each side, pulling them down. You lifted your hips to help him. Once they were off, his hands fell to your knees, spreading them slowly. “Show me. Don’t get all shy on us now, squirrel.” You did what he asked, parting your legs for him to see you for all that you were. You watched a smirk fall onto his lips, “Beautiful.” It seemed like a heartbeat before his face was blowing warm air onto your folds. The heat radiating through your entire being.

“Legend… Please.”

“Please what? Did you want me to do something?” The teasing edge to his voice was nearly enough to send you over the edge. His arms found their way down and around your thighs, squeezing them just hard enough to keep you in place. “I believe you were saying something.”

“Please fuck me with your tongue.” You attempted to rock your hips up into him, much to your dismay at him holding you in place.

“Is that it? You don’t want anything else from me? From us?” He placed a wet open mouth to the place just above your clit while waiting for a response. You moaned one out, reaching one hand down to grab at his hair. “I’m waiting for words, jewel.”

“Make me cum! Please, Legend please I-“ It didn’t take another word. His tongue slipped into you without a moment’s hesitation. You gasped, pulling his hair tighter into your fingers. Hyrule’s hand slipped from your grip, moving it to grab at your other nipple, still wet with Legend’s spit. “I- please I-“

“You what, flower? Do we need to stop?”

“No! Please, please, please don’t stop!”

“Shhh, then what, sweetheart? What is it?” Hyrule’s words whispered against your lips.

“It just feels so good, and I-“

“You want to cum for us already? I didn’t know you were that needy for us.” Legend hooked a finger and pushed it into you with a suddenness that sent your head falling back. “Just look how wet you are, dear. Goddesses be damned, you’re a sight.” His words were muffled when he once again put his lips against you, running his tongue up and around your clit in a swirling motion before trailing back down to your hole where his finger was pushing in and out of you at a faster and faster pace. It didn’t take long before he pushed a second one into you. Your moan was caught by Rulie’s lips.

His hands moved with more surety against your breasts, rubbing and pulling with an electrifying touch that you couldn’t quite place. “Let me know if it starts to hurt.” His words were whispered between both of your lips before the shocking picture picked up. You rutted your hips up into Legend, moaning loudly at the new sensation.

You knew you wouldn’t last long like this, clenching harshly around Legend’s fingers and back arching up into Hyrule’s touch. It was when Legend slipped in a third that he took your clit between his lips and sucked harshly, running his tongue over it every time the overstimulation took hold. Your hand on each of their heads grabbed on tighter, so harsh you were worried for the pain for only a moment. Rulie let out a moan when you pulled his, the shocks getting harsher. “Please, please, please, I wanna cum please-“ Your words were broken and rushed when Hyrule pulled his lips from yours to look down at you.

“I know, baby. You’re going to, we’ll make sure of it, okay?” Your breathing picked up as it grew closer, the hot feeling in the bottom of your stomach growing tighter and tighter. It only took one particularly harsh thrust of his fingers for you to see white. The ball bursting and heat filling the place it was in.

Legend ran his tongue up your slit one more time before removing his fingers slowly. He pulled back enough to look at you as Hyrule pulled himself off. He reached up, taking your hand from his hair and pushing it against your pulsing pussy. You whined only for a moment until he pulled it off. He nodded his head up towards the other man. “Let him have a taste, gem.”

You whimpered again at the words as you raised your slick covered hand up to Hyrule’s mouth. He opened it just enough for your fingers to fit in. His eyes rolled back and closed as he tasted you. Tongue ran over and around your digits, getting a small moan out of you. You pulled them out slowly, letting it fall to your stomach.

“I hope you’re not too tired yet, squirrel. Because we have a lot more waiting for you.”

(NEXT)

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Watched

Something felt wrong. A distinct feeling of something in the darkness lurking. Waiting. The creaking of a floorboard broke the silence, echoing in the mostly empty house. A pair of eyes reflected light betraying the stalker’s position, his - because it could only be his - eyes rose in the dark from his hunched position at the top of the basement stairs. 

The door creaked open and Villain’s heart stopped in her chest, she knew she should run but he would be faster. His steps didn’t make a sound, his feet following a memorized pattern; not one floorboard groaned under his weight. He stepped into view, the flickering light casting angular shadows on his face. 

A powerful urge to protect herself overcame her freeze-response. Her eyes left Hero’s figure as she frantically reached for the cutlery drawer. The drawer slammed shut, Hero’s larger hand forcing it closed. Her left wrist abruptly captured by Hero’s firm grasp, she looked around frantically. Hero boxed her into the kitchen’s corner, the marble counter dug into her back. She tried to wrestle her wrist away, shoving a Hero’s chest with her free arm. Hero didn’t budge.

Villain’s cheeks reddened and her tears made salty tracks down her cheeks. She met his hooded eyes, a cruel smile playing on his lips. He loomed over her encompassing her vision, she flattened her palm to strike his nose bone into his brain. He caught her right hand without flinching and twisted it until she cried out. He let go of her left wrist and grabbed her jaw forcing her face up. He tilted her face to the light observing every feature.

Hero leaned in to whisper, “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful that scar makes you?” 

“Fuck off” Villain struggled to get her jaw out of his grip but Hero’s fingers just turned bruising, his palm covering her mouth. Hero twisted her arm a little farther and pulled her arm away at an awkward angle.  

He abandoned her ear and brought his sneer in front of her face. “You are nothing without me. I let you have your fun now it’s time to come home.” He twisted a fraction more and Villain whimpered. 

Hero’s laughter vibrated through her. He let up on her arm.

“I have a job for you.” Villain hung her head, her tears running over his fingers. Her free hand grasped onto his muscular arm. He let go of her arm and pulled her into his chest stroking her long black hair. Villain hated that his shirt caught her tears that her sobs muffled on his hand. His cologne filled her senses until there was just Hero. 

“Shhh. Shh. Shh.” Hero pushed back from Villain letting go of her jaw he cupped her face on either side. His large hands reminded her of how small she was in comparison. “I need you to kill Sidekick.”

Villain held Hero’s wrists lightly and shook her head in protest. 

“You must, I cannot allow them to release my secrets. They have grown wild and need to be cut down.” 

“I won’t do it.” She met his eyes now, “I’m saying no.”

Hero spoke softly as if to a child, “Tell you what. You do it or I will.” Hero stroked the thin scar on the side of her face.

Villain’s resolve crumbled, her eyes lowered, and she nodded mutely. Hero was gone in the next second.

[mia-tiny]

『 Yunho & Make Up Sex 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. yunho x fem!reader

⇒ smut, unhealthy relationship, controlling yunho, unprotected sex (a big no no), fingering, slight choking, mentions of drinking, slightly yandere

⇒ word count: 1025

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⇒ author’s note: I mean this prompt was supposed to be more fluffy but damn did I get carried away and it ended up kinda yandere

'*•.¸♡ ALSO I finally decided to turn tips on in case anyone would like to support their local unemployed simp who spends more time writing than looking for jobs ♡¸.•*'

You are lounging on the couch and scrolling through your phone when the sound of the front door opening and closing signifies that your boyfriend has finally come home from working overtime. The sound of some stumbling and clanging causes you to curiously walk to the entryway only to find Yunho clearly intoxicated. He is struggling to take his shoes off as he bumps into walls and nearly falls over.

Anger quickly ignites in your chest as his drowsy eyes meet yours and it is undeniable that he has broken his promise to you once again. Instead of working overtime like he claimed, he has again gone out, gotten drunk, and possibly done all kinds of things you don’t want to think about. After all, there isn’t much you’d put past him.

“Y/N, wait!” he calls out as you simply turn on your heel and march back to your bedroom, slamming the door closed behind you and curling up in a frustrated ball on the bed. You can hear his clumsy footsteps following after you and it only takes a minute or so before he is sitting next to you.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know what I promised but it’s just this one exception because…”

His monologue of recycled excuses drones on as he once again begins to squirm his way out of trouble and keep you in his grasp. As he speaks, he begins wrapping his arms around you to pull you into his chest, but you instantly shove him away in anger. He is finally silent and you meet his surprised eyes.

���I’ve had enough,” you choke out as you suppress the tears stinging at the corners of your eyes.

You swiftly get off the bed, wanting to escape him, but he firmly grasps your wrist and pulls your back against his chest. His large hands now snake around your torso and you grab them in an attempt to remove him, but he is far stronger than you and has no trouble resisting your efforts. He lays tender kisses along your neck and one hand travels up to gently grope your tits.

“Baby,” he purrs seductively right next to your ear, your tears finally beginning to spill as you feel yourself caving under his touch. “This is the last time, honestly. Please don’t be mad at me.”

His right hand gives a gentle pinch to your nipple as his left sinks into the waistband of your pants and starts rubbing firm circles on your clit. You can’t help the moan that escapes your mouth. You want nothing more than to tell him off and make him realize his wrongs, but the feeling of his lips against your skin has you feeling dizzy.

“Yunho,” you whimper with mixed emotions, not even entirely sure what you’re asking of him at this point.

“Shh, baby,” he coos as he slips two of his long, thick fingers into your already wet hole. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

Your knees get weak as he presses against the perfect spot inside you and picks up pace exponentially. You want to yell at him, kick him out, make him grovel. You want to do anything other than give in to his touch as usual, but a moan falls subconsciously from your mouth and he knows he’s in the clear yet again. He knows he can always use your body against you in order to keep you under his control.

He lets you bask in the pleasure momentarily before removing his hand and holding you close to him. Laying sloppy kisses on your neck, he moves you towards the wardrobe and bends you over the top. The angle of your body is awkward and the feelings in your heart are conflicted, but Yunho can only think about fucking you so hard you forget your own name.

He pulls your pants and underwear down enough to expose your desperate pussy and it takes only moments before he is shoving his entire length inside of you. You yelp in surprise at the sudden intrusion, but Yunho just groans from behind you as he revels in the feeling of your tight hole fluttering around him.

“I love you so much,” he states sweetly before immediately gripping your hips and beginning to pound into you mercilessly.

Pathetic whimpers fall from your lips as you tightly grip the wardrobe that bangs on the wall with every thrust. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room and you can’t even remember what you’re supposed to be mad about. The only thing you can think of is Yunho, which is just how he wants it.

“Yunho, please,” you beg, your climax building quickly from his constant assault on your g-spot. He fucks you with a passionate fervor that only shows up on nights like this. In fact, you have become convinced that sex can be a love language only after meeting him.

Yunho’s hand snakes down around your neck and pulls you back so you are against his chest again. He only slightly squeezes along the sides so that your head feels fuzzy while his other hand sneaks down to rub hasty circles on your clit.

“Say you love me,” he commands as he pushes you towards your high.

You want to do as he says, but you are unable to choke the words out as the pleasure paralyzes your mind.

“Say it, Y/N.”

His voice is practically a growl at this point and you comply just as your orgasm hits at full force. He stops his thrusts as he feels your walls constricting mercilessly around his cock, not wanting to cum just yet. He can go for hours on nights like these and absolutely intends to.

All night, he doesn’t stop showering you in pleasure until you’re crying on his cock from how overstimulated you are and begging him to cum so you can rest. When he wakes up in the morning with you in his arms, he smiles to himself as he has once again proven how wrapped around his finger you are.

Just as you should be.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[trueshellz]

Sharpen your nails

Warnings: breaking and entering, kind of trespassing, Dabi is a villain, handjob, pet names (doll), dirty talk, fingering, squirting, female reader

Summary: I had some Dabi inspired nails done and it sparked this idea... imagine him coming over to see them

The sound of the window snapping closed, the thump of heavy boots on the ground and the faint smell of smoke permeating your nostrils were the usual signs that Dabi had, once again, climbed in through your window and into your living room. Shaking your head, you continued washing the dishes as you felt his body against your back, seeing his hands on your worktop as he caged you in.

"Miss me, doll?"

You shrugged, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself giggling at the low growl he let out. His body pressed against yours even more now, you could feel the coldness of the staples against your neck, his hands on your hips as he held you in place and ground himself against your ass. Just as you were about to make a comment, the air whooshed from your lungs as he spun you around. Your hands landing on his chest, a crooked grin on his face as you gasped... the same grin that grew wider when his gaze landed on your hands.

It'd been a stupid idea really, something you had done impulsively and in hindsight, probably not the best idea with him being a villain and all.

"Dabi, I-"

"Shh. Lemme see, doll."

Long fingers threading through yours, each one held up to his cerulean gaze which kept flickering as he examined each finger. Some has blue flames to match his quirk, some were purple and beige to mimic his skin and others were black with a line of cross hatches down the centre to mimic his staples.

"These for me?"

You shrugged, somewhere between embarassed and awkward as he held your chin. His gaze intense as he used his thumb to hold your jaw open, the same thumb he pried open your lips and held on your tongue before taking your mouth in a hard kiss. A sound of shock leaving your mouth as he angled your face, tongue pushing past your lips and his body crowding you.

"So. Fucking. Hot."

Words mumbled, a sharp tug as he used the waistband of your shorts to pull you towards sofa before pushing you down. A oomph as your shorts were tugged down, deft fingers running up and down your thighs as they parted your folds. He found your clit, thumb rubbing circles as he bit and licked the juncture of your neck before pushing two inside without warning.

"Wrap those pretty fingers around my dick, doll."

Pulling at the fastening of his trousers, you wrapped your hand around his long length, already hard and weeping. His mouth finding yours again, a low groan as you swirled your thumb around the head, using the precum gathered there to ease the way. The dual feeling of his fingers pressing inside you, his dick hard in your hand as you both panted heavily against each others mouths.

"D-dabi... I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah? Think you can squirt for me? Soak my hands, make a fucking mess... hmm? Come on, lemme feel that wet cunt clench around me."

The low rumble of his voice, dirty words against your ear as he pressed a third finger inside you and pressed against the spot inside you that made your back arch. Hands pushing against his chest, stopped by the weight of him against you as he held you down, a growl leaving his mouth when you whined and shoved at his chest.

"Uh uh. Not a fucking chance, look at me." His hand finding your neck as he held you, blue eyes meeting yours with a nod. "C'mon sweetheart, be a good little girl and cum for me. Hmm? I can feel it already, wet and warm around my hand."

You couldn't help nodding along with him, the urge to agree with anything he was saying as long as you could get there. His hips were moving in your hand now, the stretch between your legs making it almost impossible for you to concentrate on both tasks at once.

"Dabi, please. I can't... it's too much."

"Yeah you can."

Barely giving you chance to think about it, he started moving his hand with more force, putting his whole bodyweight behind each thrust as he fingerfucked you. Your back arching as you felt a wetness gushing over you both, his low chuckle as you became too sensitive too quickly, a whine when he kept going until your body was twitching and each touch felt like an electric shock. His body looming over you as his hand covered yours, moving it up and down along his dick amd thumb tracing the nails of your hand as he groaned, hips stuttering and spurted his load across your stomach. Forehead pressed against yours, as he caught his breath with his hips still rutting against the skin of your stomach, his cum mixing with yours.

"You better only have me on those fingers, doll. I mean it."

[zigzagspam]

I’m dumping my Doctor who (Oc?) fanfiction on y’all and then going to bed so I don’t have time to be embarrassed. Fair warning actual writing quality is probably mediocre at best because I’m rusty.

Basic idea is that the Doctor is regenerating and his(her) current companion is not very happy about it.

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“DOCTOR!?”

Two women burst through wooden blue doors out of breath and panicked. One, a brunette limped toward a console in the center of the room and the other, a blonde rushed after her, frantic.

“DOCTOR SLOW DOWN YOU’RE INJURED!!” The blond screeched as she lurched forward to catch up with the other woman

“I’m more than injured, Marley” The Doctor said wryly, turning to slump down against the console. Her words carried a humor to them despite the dark implication.

“What are you saying?” Marley said crouching down to meet the Doctor’s eye level.” The medbay is only but a couple paces away. I can, I can get you patched up!” Marley stammered as she reached out to grab the Doctor’s wrist with her shaking hands.

“No, the Viramoth’s toxins are too far into my bloodstream now.” The Doctor let out a weak cough as if all the air had just been taken from her lungs. “My nervous system should be completely shut down within the next minute and a half.”

“Your nervous system? No! Doctor you can’t die now! I’ve watched you survive so much worse.” Marley took notice of her companion’s state. Clammy skin, racing pulse, labored breath’s and a brow beaded with sweat. The Doctor was right, the poison transferred from the gash on her left arm was killing her, and quickly.

“Shhh shh- It’s fine, I’ll be fine.”

“Timelords, we keep a little trick up our sleeve for moments like this.“

“What? What could yo-“

Before Marley had a chance to finish her sentence she noticed what seemed like gold glowing dust particles start to emerge and cover the Doctor. They were stunning yet sorrowful in a way that she couldn’t quite explain.

“I’ll survive but I might not look the same, or be the same as you remember me now. I’ll still be me of course, just different.”

The Doctor, felt a wave of pain and nausea wash over her. She squeezed her eyes shut and tilt her head up to lean back further on the console.

“Different?! Doctor you can’t. You can’t just SPRING this on me! You’re saying that you’re going to change into a whole other person yet still be you??” Marley felt tears pricking at her eyes, threatening to spill over. This wasn’t any better than death, she thought. Her beloved Doctor, the one who she had grown the know so intimately, was being replaced by a stranger! “You can’t…”

She hung her head for a second as she squeezed the doctor’s wrist.

“I’m sorry Marley.”

The Doctor shifted her head back down to try and make eye contact with Marley. “If I had a choice…”

“Heaven’s, I wish I could just stay with you as I am, continue looking at you with these eyes. It almost feels selfish to think.”

The Doctor raised a hand to cup her companions cheek.

Marley met the Doctor’s gaze, eyes red from crying. “Well if this is that last time I’m going to see your face, this face…” Marley trailed off as she looks at the doctor. Her eyebrows knitted and she let out a breath before lunging forward to press her lips to the other Woman’s.

Golden light illuminates them both, bright enough so that even if they opened their eyes neither would be able to see the other. Beneath the gleaming mist Marley could feel the doctor’s hand shift to the back of her head and her head tilted to kiss Marley back. It wasn’t until the light had died down and subsided that Marley noticed that her neck was positioned back into a very awkward and uncomfortable angle. Had the Doctor gotten taller?

After a second Marley finally broke away from the kiss and opened her eyes. A gasp escaped her as she saw what was now a Raven haired man sitting in front of her. Her face flushed and she scrambled backwards, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Being told exactly what was about to happen didn’t make the sight any less shocking.

“What’s the matter?”

“Am I ugly?”

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The Doctor was now a dark haired, green eyed, pale, and slender man. His facial features were long yet delicate like a raven’s sculpted from marble. His skin was nearly flawless and his hair swooped naturally to the right. His clothes, now a size too small, clung to his body uncomfortably. He turned around and pressed his hands down onto the lip of the center console as a way to push him off of the ground. His arms and legs trembled beneath his weight as if they were too frail to carry him. He made his way over to a full body mirror in a corner of the room leaning on miscellaneous furniture and walls to insure he didn’t topple over. Marley made a mental note that it made total since that someone who had just died would have a hard time walking.

“Doctor?” Marley called out hesitantly.

“Well this is a sight isn’t it! I haven’t been this tall in a good while. And the hair too, still not ginger but it sure is pretty.” The Doctor twisted and twirled around in the mirror like a young girl trying on her Sunday’s best.

“Doctor!” Marley repeated more sternly.

The Doctor turned toward Marley and away from the mirror seeming quite content with his new form.

“…It is you right?” Marley asked timidly. the thought that she may now be trapped in a timeless void with a strange man was not appealing.

“Oh I’m sorry dear I should go get changed. You shouldn’t have to see me so unsightly like this.” The Doctor attempted to make a move towards the hallway but was halted by him limbs once again struggling to keep up with the rest of his body.

“That doesn’t answer my question!” Marley could feel her temper starting to boil but it was quickly extinguished when she noticed the Doctor about to topple over. Instinctively she rushed over to support him.

“Should you even be walking right now?”

The Doctor only answered her with a sly smile. “How about after I get dress we pop over to your home planet? Say nineteen seventy… err one?”

“Oh you are just as insufferable as the first day I met you.” Marley huffed letting go of the Doctor. Part of her hoped he’d lose his balance and face plant into the deck of the ship.

“I’ll be back in a tick!” The Doctor gave Marley a small pat on the back before once again making his way out of the room.

Back in a tick? Since when had the Doctor started saying that? Marley questioned as she waited for his return. As she stood in silence she started to wonder what this new form meant for the future, and what I meant for their relationship. Oh goodness she had kissed him! She’d kissed him and now he was acting like it never even happened. Sure maybe it was just that the whole new body thing was more pressing but she thought he would have at least mentioned it. Panic started to to consume Marley but before it got a chance the Doctor came back into the room with a flourish.

“What do you think?”

The Doctor was now wearing an open pink collar shirt, well fitted black pants with white threading, some matte black dress shoes and was carrying a simple wooden cake with a golden raven skull on the handle. His shirt shimmered almost iridescently, turning blue briefly when the light hit it.

“You look… utterly ridiculous.” Marley tried to keep a straight face but a twitching at the corners of her mouth betrayed her.

“You think I look handsome.”

“I most certainly do not.”

“Oh come on, not even a little bit?”

Marley folded her arms and squeezed her lips into a line in one final attempt to keep her composure. “Go on, do a little spin.”

[trippygalaxy]

it is 3am and i have school in 3hrs but i had a thought and i wasn't gonna sleep until i got it out

also this is to make up for the last prince! time piece that i wrote but shh

"The least you could do is look interested," the king chastises, his meaty hand managing to pinch the prince's skin through the layers of fabric that covered his elbow. "The last thing I need is an alliance falling through because your spoiled ass couldn't muster a simple thank you."

Time shrugs him off, leaning into the padded arm of the smaller, less decorated throne. He cushions his chin and cheek with his palm, eyes looking everywhere but the four other bodies that occupied the cold room.

Ignoring the rattling in his chest that comes from defying anything the king says, Time forces a stuttering sigh to leave his mouth and stands. "I feel ill," and restless. His voice carries and echoes despite how quiet he is, and he doesn't like it. "I need to rest." His fingers clench, his nails and overly-bejeweled rings biting into the skin.

His knight is quick to take a stand beside him rather than behind. They offer a hand, waiting for him to interlace their fingers and wrap his arm between theirs for support.

You don't stagger when he leans most of his weight onto you. You were no stranger to it and you'd be a fool to not admit it was a reassuring reminder of his trust in you.

His head finds itself pillowed in the space between your jaw and shoulder despite the awkward angle and position it looks to put you both in.

If you hadn't found yourselves like this a million times before, you'd gently reposition him.

"Less than a dozen citizens are waiting to be seen and we've seen at least a hundred since morning broke, Your Highness," you're quick to say upon seeing the way the king's face reddens. "Surely a break is in line for the prince and the candidates. Would lunch and a moment to recollect themselves not be a good idea?"

The king's lips thin and his eyes darken into a glare, but it all calms when the advisor places a hand on his shoulder. "It would be best, yes." You're quick to lead Time away when they wave you both off, ignoring the tickle in your neck when his ear twitches at their saying "an hour recess can be put in order."

You both know how to play pretend until you reach the privacy of his bedroom. He keeps his breath heavy in the crook of your neck and you force your spine to remain straight under the peering eyes of your subordinates that lined the castle halls.

Time pries himself off of you and collapses onto his bed back-first when you shut the doors. His arms are raised to the ceiling and his hair is splayed out to look like a halo, making him in the likeness of an angel.

He beckons you closer with a flick of his wrist once the undeniable click of his doors locking hits his ears. All it takes is a tug of your arm to make you fall atop him and you couldn't help but be thankful that your commander hadn't made you wear any type of armor under or over your royal uniform.

"All this talk of weddings," he scoffs, one hand coming to rest on the middle of your back while the other knocks your cap off so he can bury his nose in the crown of your head. He takes a deep breath before speaking again, the hand on your back keeping you pressed against him impossibly close. "It makes me wonder what we'd look like in matching outfits of our own."

You hum against the column of his throat, nose bumping against his chin when you lift your head to look at him. "We were matching when we got married," you huff, plucking his crown and turning it in your hands. "You were the one that chose what we wore."

"That's different." The pout on his face is priceless. He turns his head away when you thumb at his lips, still managing to carefully watch when you wipe the near-clear and shiny residue on your own. "It wasn't an official wedding. It was only us, Malon, and Cremia— and we didn't even exchange rings."

You raise a brow and lift yourself until you’re sitting, weight resting on Time's middle. Placing the crown on your head, you undo the clasps and buttons that keep your cape on your shoulders and your coat together respectively.

It's like a practiced dance as you go through the motions to remove the pins, medals, and tassels that keep you from removing each upper part of your uniform as Time busies himself with fixing the crown.

"Is this not a sign of our marriage?" You pull the collar of your undershirt down until he's able to see the small tattoo that sits over your heart. Time replaces your hands, keeping the shirt away and framing the image he had designed himself. "Is my devotion to you not another?"

Time feels the bumps of the pattern beneath his fingertips when he rubs them over the skin. "They are," he mumbles, a pensive look on his face.

"But what?"

"You've heard me say it a hundred times before."

"Why would I have an issue hearing it again?"

He sighs and drops his hands so they rest on your calves. "I just wish to go public with our marriage, that's all."

"One day," you promise, leaning down until your lips touch. The kiss is chaste and he chases you when you pull away, but doesn't do much else other than press a kiss to your collarbone. "Now help me get dressed. I'm sure someone will bring you food soon and the last thing we need is a scandal."

"Whatever you wish, My Grace."

Omg thank you for this maj-

PRINCE!TIME FLUFF YALL!!!!! And i love that he called reader ‘my grace’ and my hear is just so 😭😭😭

ALSO MALON BEING AT THEIR ‘WEDDING’ YES PLEASE!!!!!!

She def helped with sneaking the two away so that they could have little secret dates!!

[whumpfessional]

Whumptober - No. 1 - Unconventional Restraints

Just gonna toss you in the middle of a story here with the lovely Thalia. I think you’ll learn more about her this month

CW: whatever the term is for being treated not like a human (because she is a zombie shh)

Thalia woke up in a white room from the sharp pain emanating from her neck. “I-ris….” she croaked, blinking as her surroundings came into focus. She shifted slowly and choked, discovering the reason behind the pain; a sturdy bike lock held her head in place at an awkward angle, attached to a manacle on the wall. She lifted her hands to claw at it, only to find them tied together with a material that looked weak but lit up and stayed firmly when she tried to pull them apart . “Fuck….” Too weak to attempt further, she scanned the room. 

A door without windows stood on the left, and a large mirror took up the majority of the wall opposite her. There was no sign of Iris.

That’s when she distantly heard a man’s voice coming from beyond the room. “This one seems to have created an undead servant in lieu of your typical familiar, for the purposes of-“

“Oh, gee!” Thalia spat hoarsely, gritting her teeth. “I wonder if that there’s some kind of two way mirror!”

The voices paused for a moment before Thalia was able to pick up the sound of muttering. “As you can see, the subject expresses high levels of intelligence and potentially even an independent will. This is much different than other subjects we have studied. Now, onto the creator,” The sounds of footsteps and shuffling away leaked through the mirror. 

Thalia thrashed weakly against her bonds, choking slightly in her panicked state before clenching her jaw and forcing herself to stay still. “Where is she?” She yelled to the retreating voices, “Fucking come back here and talk to me, -IRIS! CAN YOU HEAR ME!” 

[savorysatori]

— 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘. ✗

“choke me, spank me, look at me, thank me.”

— sypnosis: working as a maid in a new house is very exciting, you get the money and everything goes well. although, once you’re introduced to the son of the parents, everything goes down hill.

cw, warning: size kink (?), creep!ushi, pictures without consent, nipple play, gn!reader, non-con, somnophilia, sloppy sex, dry humping, praise, panty stealer ushi.

% wc: 2234.

↷ a/n: y’all have no idea how long this was sitting in my drafts, for fucking 5 weeks plsssss- anyways I hope you all enjoy! this was rlly fun to do. also! shoutout to daisy, this collab was really cool! congratulations on 1K bb. <//3

— @daisy-bakugo, PORNSCAPE EVENT! ilyy.

You were everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about.

[1,000.]

That’s how much they were paying.

It was enough to have you accept the job immediately. It was enough to have you choose between two of the slightly revealing maid dresses and enough for you to be standing in front of the wakatoshi mansion. Briefcase in hand with a bucket of supplies you were instructed to bring. Everything was just right, you were prepared to clean, everything would go well.

The frilly material of the skirt swayed around your thighs and glided against the softness of your thigh-highs. Glistening jewels of your gold bracelets glimmering in the hot sun shining down on your skin. The thin line of thread held up the damp clothes, shredding any of the excess water soaked into them. All of the Wakatoshi’s clothing were fancy. Gold lining stitched in the middle or at the end of the cloth, it was clear they were wealthy. But, it somehow amazed you when your eyes glided to the very end of the line — some shirts & shorts were childlike. Pictures of guns and cars were painted onto a black shirt, it looked like something a 5th grader would do. ‘Maybe they had a child?’ You didn’t know, you only met the parents. Folding up the dry ones, you’d stuff them into the cart and push them towards the other line of clothes swishing in the breezy wind.

You finished doing the daily chores, slipping into their kitchen that was designed well with a beautiful interior. Cold marble was felt up against your skin as you tipped the bottle of wine into your glass, clacking against it. Your glossy lips propped up against the cup and took small sips of the fruity flavor. It slid down your throat and surged a zing of bitterness back up to take in the taste, so sweet and yet so unpleasant at the same time. You’d lick the juice off your lips and place it down steadily on the counter, looking up to see a heady gaze sharped on you.

6’2 and steady build towering over you with dark olive hair — was the wakatoshi’s son. Ushijima Wakatoshi.

Your body stayed still, unmoving. He wasn’t anywhere near a 3rd grader - more like a full grown adult. Tongue peeking out from your teeth to lick the dryness seeping between the cracks, your eyelids hooded.

“Uh- Hello! You must the wakatoshi’s son, I’m the new maid.” Extending your hand out to meet his; his hand stayed at his side, not seeming to shift to engulf yours. You’d drop it back beside you and nipped at your lip when the silence between you both continued.

“Well, I’ll see you around. Nice to meet you.. Ushijima! Your parents told me about you.”

You’d excuse yourself away from his intimidating gaze and close the door behind you. Maybe it’s a good idea to introduce myself another time.

The same look from before followed you out of the kitchen, watching you as you’d take up the laundry basket. His eyes kept gawking at your every move. Staring with every bit of emotion nobody could decipher, Toshi wasn’t a very talkative man and it was visible. He situated himself in the shadows and looked from above, staying out of any scandals his parents were exposed to. He did keep his eye on you. Stepping out of his secure area and making every note to try and approach you without seeming like a creep. His creep intentions did creep up back into his system when you started staying at his house, sleeping in a guest room 8 feet away from his room. It was easy; so easy to sneak into it when the moon raised in the dead of night.

Soft thuds of his feet against the carpet thankfully didn’t alert anyone, giving him the time to steal peeps at your sleeping state. Comforter pulled up. Oversized shirt to cover up the intimate parts of your body he dearly wanted to explore. Soft breaths left your pink lips to breathe it in again, his cock stirring at the sound of it. Toshi knew what was right from wrong, he knew that doing something like this would cost his life — but, dear god you were everything he dreamed of. He couldn’t stop now.

His calloused hands raised the shirt for him to be able to see your tummy, sliding his fingers down to the waistband of your panties. They were so simple and adorned your skin beautifully, keeping the heat between your legs warm just for him. His free hand unzipped his jeans and let them pool at his ankles, such as his boxers. You stirred slightly at the foreign touch, brows creasing forward. He stilled until you relaxed back into slumber, his fingers separated your thighs, and slowly slid the oozing head of his cock between them.

“Ah, princess, f-fuuck.” breath ragged, eyes shut closed to take in the bliss. Contentment streamed through him, his hips rocking against you to feel more, more of you. He was greedy. Toshi was insatiable, he wanted everything of you. He didn’t just want — he needed you. It was a plea. A whine for you, a need. The selfishness ran through his family, that’s how he inherited it. From his family. Was he ashamed? No. Not when you felt so good right now, not when he was about to reach the orgasm he was climbing to.

Sweat fanned down his toned chest, abs glistening with droplets of precipitation. His hips rocked forward one last time, cum spurting from his head and between the soft flesh of your thighs. It was sticky and slimy, rolling down to cover every little spot.

The sight of you sleeping soundly while his cum leaked from between your thighs, made the flaccid touch of his cock stir. You were just so pretty, a pretty little something he wanted to scoop up for himself. And he would do it with no trouble whatsoever. His hand slid down to grab his phone from the floor, lying face down. Toshi aimed right in the frame, snapping a picture for later. He stuffed it into the back pocket of his jeans and scurried away from your room, not bothering to clean up the mess of his dry cum smeared on you.

Pressing the ‘start’ button you watched the clothes in the machine swirl with bubbles of soap clouding over them. One hand on the machine and knocking it occasionally to make it turn on again. “Barely working.” You’d mutter.

Despite the Wakatoshi’s being filthy rich, their laundry room wasn’t at all cooperative. There were brown pieces of wood peeling off the wall with stains of what seemed to look like dry substance splattered on it. A bunch of plastic bags and socks were pushed to the corner of the room, dirty ones to be exact. Not much laid in the room other than the things you had listed — except for the posters of lewd manga hanging from the cluttered shelves.

The cool air of the basement door opening brushed up against you, your eyes drifting to see who it was. Standing there was Toshi. He was still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. His expression was the same as always, stern and uninterested. You were both met with the silence from yesterday, uneasiness creeping up back to you.

Bothering not to talk, you turned back to the machine to see it at twenty-one minutes. It was almost done and you could leave to wrench away from the awkward silence you were sitting in. You could still feel his presence, you knew he was there and it was uncomfortable. So many questions were left unanswered in your head, you couldn’t understand them.

The back of your skirt was flipped up to meet your back, his clothed length pressed against you. He was hard. There was no doubt he wasn’t big, and that was what made your eye sockets almost swell out. He slowly rocked the fabric of your panties along with his bulge. Fingernails digging into your hip and pushing you up more to gain more access and spread your legs.

“Ushijima-“ words of confusion scrabbled out from your mouth quickly, “w-what are you doing?”

“Shh.” He jabbed the curve of your back and made you lay pressed against the cold exterior of the rattling washing machine. His words flustered you, it provoked you to stay quiet. You had never heard his voice before and a situation like this only shook your brain into a deeper hole of complication. “J-Just — let me do this, let me try it out. Once.”

And you did. You let him try it just once, you let him delude into the fantasy he had been dreaming of. You let him do it. Once.

You calmed down from the aftershock of his tongue sending you to see stars, arms jerking when the feeling of his hot touch pressing your face against the door of the machine. Your fingers tightening around the handle and pulling on it slightly, cheeks swelling up with heat. The sounds of your whimpers and tiny jolts sent him to push along more, arm encircling around your stomach, his voice breathy against the shell of your ear. You were like a succubus, a being he couldn’t leave nor escape, so alluring, sweet and he had just met you not too long ago.

The smack of his cock meeting his stomach caused you to crank your head back, looking over to see a beautiful sight. Ushijima’s cock was thick, curving gently upwards. The skin was a light shade of cream, and the head was large, pink, expanding tip. “Ushi-“ your voice was wavery, unsure paring with it.

He’d shush you again, angling your leg up as his lips pressed a kiss to your glistening cunt. Toshi took notice of your expressions when he slid into the warmth delves; brows creased together and little words scampering out from your lips. Latching onto the handle and pulling it ever so often when he hit a certain spot, whenever the tip of his cock caressed against your cervix- it was so beautiful seeing you be reduced to a quivering, blubbering mess. A surreal sight he would only see.

“You’re so damn tight. So wet, so willing.. just like that baby.” The pump of his hips made you lose yourself over and over again, a mixture of sounds that were all kinds of slobbery and slurred due to your dizziness. His pace picked up with renewed energy, slick and wet sounds fill the air, sweaty bodies clamping against each other. The whines and pants of his name being drowned out, so pathetic- clinging to the latch and crumbling under his touch. It drove him like a mad man, his brain clattering, the way you took him in with no problem amazed him, you were so inviting and supple.

“S’too b-big! Ushi- ah! -“

The whines of him being too big impaled itself into his brain, your shivering body and cunt wrapped around all together had already made him blank out, now with your pleas, it caused a switch in his head to flip and jack-hammer himself into you. Pump after pump. It made your eyelashes flutter with droplets of tears risking to stream down the fat of your cheeks. His hands holding you firmly, brows furrowed with grunts flowing into your right ear. A grunt rippled from him as his cock throbbed harshly inside you, the feeling making him come undone right there.

“Just like that, ah, fuck you make me feel so good.”

Wrinkled skirt falling to the floor, his cock pulling out of you slowly with globs of cum dribbling out of you, he’d shuffle around till you faced him fully now with a perplexed look on your face. The shirt becoming loose as Toshi’s lips wrapped around the sensitive nipple, suckling and easing any leftover moans out from your throat. His hands placing you on the machine and attaching his lips back onto your nipple, tongue flat against your sweaty skin.

“Fuck, U-Ushi! holy- fuck, just like that.” Your back straining as you leaned back, gasping and threading your fingers through his hair to balance. Toshi wasn’t one with words, his statue being quiet and still. But, words poured out from his lips at the sound of your moans, when you were so good for him.

“So, good.. pretty. pretty, like a beauty.” He pulled off of it with a squelch, standing up high and cupping your chin to stare in your love drunk eyes. “You were so good for me, yeah?”

You nodded, vision hazy and eyes occasionally blinking to peer up at him with a blurry image. Your head rested in the crook of his neck, sniffling as he picked up the soiled panties from the floor and stuffed them into his back pocket. They were red and pink, swirly designs on them, he found them so cute. He slid your legs around him and walked out of the room, leaving the washing machine to rattle in the background with soap and water overflowing onto the ground.

Ushijima just couldn’t leave you after that day, he stuck to you like glue. Who could blame him? You were everything he wanted, everything he had fantasized about.

[luckyasfuck]

could’ve been with me instead of what’s her fucking name

pairing // dilf!katsuki x fem!reader, dilf!katsuki x his wife

warnings/themes // NSFW, dilf!katsuki, soft dom!katsuki, he’s still very mean tho :(, sub!reader, babysitter!reader, READER IS SMALLER THAN KATSUKI IN THIS FIC (by height), infidelity, size kink, praise, fingering (f!recieving), nipple play, bulging, slight mentions of infantilization, hints of hard dom!katsuki at the end

word count // 1.6k

requested by // anon

a/n // anon never said katsuki can’t be mean as fuck

sequel

it was dark. and pro-hero dynamight’s tongue was shoved down your throat. how you ended up in this position, you don’t know. the remaining thoughts you had became hazy as katsuki’s hand slithered up your shirt to cup your boob. he was supposed to be on a mission today and you convinced him you’ll take care of his twins for him since his wife had a late-night shift in the hospital. 

it’s been about 2 years since you became the pro-heroes sidekick. sometimes he’d stare at you with half-lidded vermillion eyes filled with lust, and you’d do the same. but none of you bothered to bring it up: the way you two eyed each other. katsuki fucked his hand one too many times every time he saw you wearing a skirt, and he’s pretty sure you’ve bent down one too many times as well to give him a peak of your lace panties. 

so it wasn’t shocking when instantly takes off his gauntlets when his wife walked out the door and got in her car. the couch you sat on was soft, the television’s volume was low, but you could still hear it. a pair of hands are suddenly placed on either side of you and you flinched slightly, head turning around by reflex. katsuki’s sculpted body and muscles towered over you, his face centimeters away from your with a proud smirk etched onto his handsome features. 

next thing you knew, he was between your legs, his body keeping them apart. he fans his hot breath over your face before diving in to give your tongue another taste of his mouth. he grinds his hard-on against your panties, the skirt you wore practically ripped off with your consent. the rough material of his hero costume rubs against your clit and you whimper, gripping his messy ash blonde hair. two of his meaty fingers grip your panties, pulling them aside and flicking them through your wet folds as you sucked on his tongue sloppily.

in a second, you wrap your arms around him and he lifts you up, trying his best not to break the heated kiss. guilt swarmed in your stomach, or was it really guilt? maybe butterflies? there’s no time to figure it out, katsuki opens the master bedroom door and lays you down on the bed, pulling away to take your shirt and panties off. your bra is lifted up and unclipped, your nipples being toyed with by the pro-heroes mouth. his gaze on you is intense as he sucked on your right tit while playing the other one in between his fingers. 

an unoccupied hand goes to rub your clit, his pointer and ring finger spreading your pussy lips apart to push his middle finger in. throwing your head back, your hole flutter around his digit. his kisses go from your boob to your jaw, leaving a hot trail behind them. lips encaging yours again, katsuki moves his fingers at a fast pace making you throb. slowly, he adds another finger, scissoring them inside you as he tries to stretch your hole out so it can fit him. 

“you’re so tiny, taking my fingers so well. let’s hope you can take my cock just as good, hm?” katsuki hummed almost affectionately against your lips, picking up the pace of his fingers. “s-sir,” you choked out. “gonna cu-”

“call me katsuki.” his thumb rubs quick and sloppy circles on your clit and you come undone beneath him, cumming all over his fingers. a sigh leaves his lips and he pulls his digits out, licking them clean. “mhm, tastier than my wife.” a dark chuckle erupts from his throat as he went to kiss you, “you probably wouldn’t know, but i can assure you you’re much tastier.” the praise makes you whimper, your clit throbbing hard as he took off his hero costume before you.

the sight of his toned muscles makes you drool, but the large tent in his boxers makes you gulp. with a swift movement, his underwear is off and his cock springs free, slapping his stomach. “that... that’s not gonna fit.” the size and girth intimidated you. nonetheless, your legs stayed spread out for him, practically begging him to shove his cock inside you without warning. “we’ll never know if we don’t try.” katsuki comments, getting back on top of you and using his pink tip leaking with pre-cum to tease your clit and poke your entrance. “do you want it, honey?”

calloused fingers run lovingly down your cheek as he stared at you, waiting patiently for your answer. with a small nod from you, he pushes his tip inside. you grip his shoulders and he cradles you in his arms, slowly pushing his cock further. the stretched burned and you throw your head back, letting out a small whimper of pain. the cock inside you stop moving for a moment, katsuki trailing kisses up and down your neck. “just a little more, baby.” he said, rubbing your waist in an attempt to calm your tense body down. breathing quickening, he pushes the last inch inside you, gazing at you to find any hints of discomfort. 

your head was lolled back, mouth open and saliva drooling down the side in pleasure. instinctively, you grind your hips against him, silently asking him to move. and so he does, slowly rocking his hips with yours, cock reaching the deepest depths of your pussy. a hand is placed at the bottom of your stomach and you look over, seeing katsuki admiring the bulge that was forming around that spot. “this pretty pussy, just look at her. swallowing my cock down like a good girl even though she can barely fit it, hm?” 

“faster.” you panted out, and this sparks something in katsuki, hips grinding against you gradually going faster until he was pounding into you. the grip you have on his shoulders tighten as you clench around his sporadically, savoring in his grunts and occasional moans. a particularly loud moan erupts from your throat when he changes angles, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust. “shh now, honey. the twins might wake up and complain, they wouldn’t want to see their daddy cheating on mommy with the pretty and young babysitter, now would they?” katsuki spat out, grabbing your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss, swallowing in every whine and moan that escapes your lips.

his heavy balls slap against your ass, his unshaved stubble grinding against your clit oh-so-nicely. a hand is placed on your boob to feel it jiggle up and down harshly due to his hard and fast thrusts, the skin slapping and muffled moans prominently bouncing off the walls. in a second, you cum without warning. it just felt so good. it wasn’t right but it felt so. fucking. good. 

katsuki’s thrusts grow a little faster but more sloppier as he was near to cumming. he hides his face in your neck, moans uncontrollable. with one last hard thrust up your cunt, he paints your walls white with his cum. the room goes silent, soft panting filling it instead. the ash blonde buries his face in between your boobs, giving either of them a kiss before taking his cock out and lying beside you.

“i’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” katsuki promises, placing you on the guest room bed after he showered with you and got you a change of clothes from the bag you brought with you. he tucks you in as if you were his child, giving you a kiss on the forehead before sending you to sleep.

[ timeskip ]

you couldn’t walk. it was the first thing you tried when you woke up, and you miserably failed. laughter boomed in the kitchen, but you didn’t bother. mrs. bakugou has gone back from her shift and is probably making breakfast. once you learned how to walk correctly again, you texted katsuki a good morning and the news about you not being able to walk. “come down for breakfast, hurry.” was all he replied.

with slightly wobbly legs, you walks downstairs and into the kitchen. the sight of mrs. bakugou perched up on the counter, nightdress hoisted up slightly with katsuki’s hand in between her thighs as they laughed together fumed you. “stop, she’s gonna see.” mrs. bakugou giggled, trying to push her husband away. “i don’t care.” he smirked.

oh so now he doesn’t care? okay then.

“excuse me? uh, sorry.” a nervous and awkward chuckle escapes your lips, waving to the married couple. mrs. bakugou is quick to push the blonde away from her, shoving his hand that was in between her legs away. “i’m so sorry, honey.” the older woman apologized to you, “um, would you like to stay for breakfast? oh wait, i’ll just get your pay.” she offered before quickly rushing upstairs to the bedroom. same bedroom her husband railed you in, and she doesn’t even know.

ignoring katsuki’s hard gaze on you, you sat down on the same couch you sat on last night, fixing your things. “eh? not giving me any attention now?” he approached you, showing up beside you unexpectedly. “what we did was a mistake mr. bakugou, i’m ju-”

“i told you to call me katsuki. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” the blonde smirked, lips growing closer to yours with every word until it fanned his hot breath on yours. you turn your head, “that’s absurd.” you let out a disappointed sigh that turns into a loud gasp when a harsh grip on your jaw forces you to look at him.

“if you want me to fucking destroy your little pussy in front of her, then you better start fucking begging before she comes back.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Infatuation

Warnings: noncon sexual acts and rape, cheating, fingering, scary Clark.

This is dark!Clark Kent and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: The Kents’ maid stumbles in on an awkward conversation.

Based on these drabble requests:

Clark Kent + “You can’t hide…” + maid AU + Maid overhears Clark saying some concerning things about her and tries to avoid the inevitable. Feel free to add as many dirty kinks as you like, love ;) @lokislastlove​

The sponge grew cold in your hand as you stood beside the door, an inch or two between it and the frame. You hid in the corner as you listened, the shock paralysed you as you tried to process the words. It couldn’t possibly be about you. It couldn’t.

“Clark, you have to realise this is wrong!” Lois said, “it’s inappropriate, it’s unhealthy… it’s… it’s disgusting.”

“They’re just pictures,” Clark replied calmly, “it’s like buying a Playboy. You’re still my wife.”

“Playboy? You’ve been following her… you--” you heard the slap of filmy sheets and her frustrated grunt, “I’m firing her, right now.”

“You can’t do that--”

“For her own safety I will,” Lois insisted, “and then I’m leaving.”

“I pay her, you don’t get to--”

“You need help!” she shrieked, “you understand that? Help.”

“You need to leave, Lois, if that’s what you wanna do,” he said curtly, “I’ll see you out.”

You heard a high-pitched zip and the door opened. You flattened yourself to the wall, stunned that neither noticed you as Lois stormed through with a suitcase and Clark followed. They continued to argue. Your heart rate spiked and you sidled down the stairs only feet behind them as they headed for the front door.

You had to get out before you were found out. You doubted either of them realised you were still there. You went to the kitchen as you heard their voices at the front door and you packed up your bucket of supplies carefully.

What was Lois talking about? Pictures? Maybe they weren’t of you, but it was your name which called you to eavesdrop. Clark was following you, spying on you. Why? You were just a maid and he was married to her. Lois, an established and beautiful reporter. A woman who could be proud, not some maid knuckle deep in other peoples’ grime.

The door slammed and you heard Lois’ car. You went to the back door, ready to slip out. You pulled it open but another barrier met you. Clark stood on the back step as if waiting for you. How had he known. You stumbled away from him as he stepped inside.

“Hey, I just finished up for the night,” you said shakily.

“You heard all that, didn’t you?” he asked, his voice so even it sank into your veins.

“Heard what?” you lied.

He chuckled and reached for the bucket. You let him take it only because you were too afraid to resist. He took it and placed it on the corner of the counter. You took another step back and looked around.

“I really should go, I have an early morning on the opposite end of town--”

“You heard,” he repeated.

“Heard… what?” you echoed breathily.

He smirked and you nearly tripped over your own feet. You turned and rushed through the kitchen and down the hall. You got to the front door and a sudden red flash had you staggering back. The white trim seared and amber bits fell burning to the carpet. 

You looked over your shoulder as you pushed away from the door. Clark’s eyes shone an inhuman red as he walked slowly but steadily towards you. You fled into the next room and ducked down as you feared another blast, foolish as you knew the couch wouldn’t stop him.

Your heart was in your ears. Who was he? What was he?

“You can’t hide…I can hear your pulse,” he said as his footsteps continued closer and you ran out and as good as fell through the other door that led back into the hall, “I can see you… even with these walls between us.”

You made for the door again and he stepped back out in front of you. You collided with the wall of muscle and his hands settled on your arms. His eyes had returned to their usual blue but his pupils were dilated and endless.

“You’re…” you gasped, “you’re supposed to be a good guy.”

The realisation of who he was, the connection of the dots; his physique, his eyes, the red beam, the fact that Lois had the exclusive on all of Superman’s greatest deeds. She knew too and she must know she couldn’t stop him.

“I am a good guy. You think I want to hurt you?” he guided you back and angled you until your heel met the bottom stair. You shook and grabbed his wrists as his large hands went to your neck.

“I don’t know what you want,” you tumbled back as he tried to force you up, “but I want to go home.”

He caught you and pulled you back to him. He had you over his shoulder in an instant and his ascent hostled you with each step. You beat on his back and scratched the wall.

“Clark, what are you--”

“Shh, it’s okay,” he pet your thigh, “I won’t hurt you.”

“Put me down, please,” you cried as he got to the top and turned down the hall, “please.”

You tore a framed photo from the wall and it clattered behind him. He kept on as if he didn’t even notice and entered the bedroom. He kicked the door shut and tossed you down on the bed you’d made only an hour earlier. You bounced harshly and rolled over. You crawled towards the edge and he caught your ankles. He pulled you back easily and you whined in terror.

“Don’t do this,” you begged as he flipped you onto your back, “please, don’t--”

He straddled you beneath him as you smacked at his thick chest and shoulders. You flailed your legs as you desperately tried to wriggle out from the vice of his body. He grabbed the top of your button-up shirt and you clung to his hands. You couldn’t stop him as he tore and the buttons flew into a scatter.

“Clark,” you mewled, “Clark, please…”

“I’ve been thinking of this for so long,” he purred and bent over you, his lips pecking along your throat and chest, “sometimes I just watch you when you’re here and think… think about what I wanna do with you.”

“Please,” you pushed on his head, your fingers twining with his thick curls.

“And I…” he exhaled and slid the straps of your bra down your arms, “think about this…” he took a nipple in his mouth and suckled as his thighs moved lower atop your legs, “even when Lois is here…”

You croaked and trembled helplessly beneath him as his hands roved as fervently as his mouth. He pushed a knee between your legs and lifted his head to hover over yours. His breath danced over your lips and he kissed you as his other leg pushed yours apart. His fingers hooked in the back of your pants and you whimpered into his mouth.

“Shhh,” he drew back and caressed your cheek as he peered into your eyes, “it’s okay, I just want to love you.”

You whined through your teeth in frustration as his body weighed yours down. He tugged your pants down over your ass and sat back to tear them down your legs, quickly pushing them back around him. He played with the elastic of your panties and pressed his fingers to the crotch, rubbing through them as he kissed you again.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered as his lips dragged down your jaw and he slid your panties aside, his fingertips quickly found your clit again, “I only wanted to keep you safe… keep you mine.”

He dipped his fingers into you and the heel of his hand pressed firm to your bud. You gasped and turned your head away as he nibbled along your throat. He teased you until you were wet and pulled his hand back to fumble with the front of his pants. The panic swelled in your chest again as he wiggled his hips and freed himself over his fly.

“No…” you shoved his shoulders as he lined himself up with your entrance, he looked into your eyes and you framed his face with your hands, “please, don’t--”

He impaled you with a grunt and you cried out. Your fingers curled around his jaw as he jerked your body with each thrust. His eyes rolled back as he was lost in the smoke of his lust. His hips moved harder and faster each time your walls twitched around him and his growls filled your ears in a horrid drone.

“It hurts,” you gulped, “Clark--” You sobbed and tugged his hair as he bit at your neck and groped your chest, “you said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

He purred and ignored your protest, your cunt ached around him as he battered your thighs. You hit your head against the mattress in defeat and grunted. He pushed you deeper into the springs and your body bounced against his easily. You slapped his thick arms and closed your eyes, turning your head away as you tried to escape his grasp.

You were trapped, tortured, and terrified. You could only wait for it to be over. You could only hope when it was, he’d let you go.

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[waka-chan-out]

Jet Lag

based on this request

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.2k

content warnings: established relationship, somnophilia, consensual nonconsent, oral (f. recieving), light hair pulling, unprotected sex, creampie, technically cockwarming at the end?

i will reiterate that this is not dubcon or noncon. this is 100% consensual and that is written into the story. do not read if this concept is upsetting to you, but there is no surprise element of genuine nonconsent here. if you have questions, please read my explanation here.

When Kiyoomi’s eyes opened he realized it was still dark outside. He was jet-lagged after returning from his most recent tournament, and it was really getting on his nerves that he couldn’t sleep through the night. His hand absentmindedly combed through your hair. You were such a heavy sleeper, barely stirring even when he was restless and awake. You hummed and nuzzled further against his chest.

He grabbed his phone from the bedside table and checked the time. 4 am. Damn it. At least he was making some progress towards a full night of sleep. His few nights at a hotel on the way back had seen him waking just after midnight and falling asleep when the team was out to dinner, much to Atsumu’s delight. He flipped through the notifications he’d gotten since last night and miserably wondered why anyone would contact him at this hour.

Your hand shifted from around his waist. He glanced down in amusement. It dragged down towards his lower stomach, then back up to his chest. The touch sent goosebumps through his body. You continued the movement, massaging at his abdomen with a steady palm and wandering fingers. It was one part soothing, another part horrifyingly arousing.

Your hand slowed on his stomach, traveling father down and settling there. You had laid your hand right on his — shit. Was he hard?

Kiyoomi stared up at the ceiling. How desperate was he that a simple touch like that put him in this state?

He had to admit, though, your hand probably wasn’t the only reason he was like this. You had kicked down the sheets, exposing your bare legs where they were tangled with his. You were only wearing a large t shirt and an immodest pair of underwear. It all felt very deliberate, just like the way your hand was now resting directly on his achingly hard cock.

He slid his hand down your body and pulled up the side of your shirt. He carefully ran his fingers along your skin. He felt your stomach flutter at his touch, and you shifted so you were on your back, legs parted and abdomen exposed. Shit.

Kiyoomi let his hand glide under your shirt once again. His fingers traced along your skin to your chest, where he gently tugged at one of your nipples. You tipped your head to the side and he swore that you smiled in your sleep.

He continued the gentle slide of his fingers, moving between the soft buds until your hips were shifting against the bed. He smiled down at you. You looked so cute like this, responsive to him even in your sleep. He tried to be slow and patient, but the way your breath fluttered his hair made it hard to control himself.

He slid his hand down his boxers and, even though he was expecting it, he was still shocked by just how hard he was already. He closed his eyes at the feeling of his hand pumping up and down on his cock. It was good, so good, but it wasn’t enough.

He wanted to touch you. His hand felt okay but god, your skin was so soft and you were so receptive, even while asleep. He could see the deep rise and fall of your chest, your nipples peeking out from your soft shirt, the slight angle of your hips. Your words echoed in his head, telling him “it’s okay, you can wake me up. or not. i don’t mind.” He felt dirty, but you had made it clear that it was okay, welcome even.

He experimentally ran his hand down your figure again, stopping at the hem of your underwear. He pressed his hand between your legs, rubbing you gently through the cloth barrier. You hummed in your sleep and he smiled, pleased. He put a little more pressure in the movement, dragging his fingers over your clothed clit. You didn’t respond as much this time, but the way he could feel the fabric dampening under his touch told him everything he needed to know.

He continued to pump his cock as he pushed the fabric to the side to touch you for real. A small shudder left him as he felt just how ready you were for him, even fast asleep. You were his every second of the day, any time he wanted you.

He slowed his grip on himself and focused on slipping a finger inside of you. The angle was awkward, but he couldn’t resist adding another. Fuck, you were so wet. If he knew you’d react like this he would’ve taken advantage of your suggestion earlier. His hand on his cock felt so boring when you were right there, completely ready for him.

He removed his fingers and, before he could think it through, slipped them between his lips. Jesus. The taste on his tongue was too tempting. He carefully withdrew from beside you, holding the sheets up as he shifted between your legs.

You were always a heavy sleeper. That’s why even when he pressed his mouth against you and swirled his tongue, your only response was a shift of your hips. He sighed against you, trying to remember a the last time he had felt so at home somewhere. The tournament had taken him away from you for far too long, and he had passed out as soon as he crawled into bed with you. He hadn’t had time to show you how much he had missed you, not properly. You knew, of course, because he had called you at least twice, cock in hand, begging to hear about your day. You didn’t say anything about it, but he was sure you knew that he just desperately needed your voice in his ear as he came.

His grip on your thighs was usually almost bruising, but now it was light, a gentle loop around your thighs to keep you from shutting him out in your sleep. He wondered if he could make you come without waking you up. After you had told him you wanted this, he researched it, of course. He knew it was possible. Judging by the way your breathing was picking up, he might have a chance. Your body stayed mostly still against the bed, weighed down by the anchor of sleep. He wondered if you were aware of what was happening. He wondered if the feeling between your legs carried and he was fucking you in your dreams.

He got a little careless as he watched your face for every small reaction. Your breathing was uneven and your brow just slightly furrowed. He was trying to be gentle, but he couldn’t help running his tongue sloppily from your entrance to your clit and sucking. It caused your body to tense, and your hips shifted just slightly. He thought for a moment that you might wake up and, though he’d be a little disappointed, he knew you would bury your hands in his hair and pull just the way he liked and he’d forget to mind after all. But you didn’t wake up, and he realized you were shaking. Holy shit, he had been right. You were coming, so gently and quietly that he might not have noticed if he wasn’t so familiar with what every flex of your body meant.

He closed his eyes and continued the gentle curl of his tongue, not stopping until your body went still and you let out a small sigh. He pulled his head away and wiped his mouth on the collar of his shirt, more than pleased with himself. He shifted back beside you and was once again reminded just how hard he was, more so now than ever. He wanted you, so badly, and he couldn’t wait until the morning. Fuck, it was technically morning, and you had given him the okay, and you were already so wet that you’d probably barely notice the gentle push of his cock if he just lifted your leg and slipped inside.

He settled down beside you and wrapped a hand around your waist, trying to gently coax you onto your side. It took a moment of careful touches, slowly pulling you closer to him until you rolled and settled, back flush against his chest. He smiled and brushed your hair away from the back of your neck, pressing a kiss right at the nape as he slipped an arm under your pillow. The other he used to hold your leg up, right under the knee until he could get close and line himself up with your entrance. He continued pressing barely there kisses to your neck as he retook hold of your leg and, as slowly as he could with what remained of his self control, pushed inside of you.

He gasped and leaned his face into your hair, trying to anchor himself before he continued moving. It had been far too long since he had been able to bury himself inside of you, and fuck he had missed it. The arm under your pillow came up to grasp your opposite shoulder, keeping you held tightly against him.

He gathered his thoughts and drew his hips back. He moved slowly, gently, grinding into you rather than thrusting. He wanted to drag this out, wanted it to last, because you were so pliable and felt so good, it would be a waste to not take advantage of it. Every tender movement felt like its own little universe, hanging in the dark and silence and disappearing on his next exhale.

The only thing that could tear him from that world was the subtle twitch of your fingers, the nuzzle of your face against the pillow, then, finally, the steadying of your breath, pulled out of the long, slow rhythm of sleep.

You let out a small, sleepy noise, almost like you were stretching, and slipped a hand back to bury in his hair.

“Omi,” you mumbled. He smiled against your skin and continued his quiet shift inside of you.

“Shh. I’ve got you.” He sighed heavily, appreciating the new wiggle of your hips, like you were trying to press closer, bury him deeper. He held your leg tighter and pushed father on his next thrust in, holding himself inside of you. You let out a startled gasp and tightened your hand in his hair. He groaned, deep in his chest. Fuck, you could tear his hair out and he’d probably just pick up the pace.

He resumed his movement, not afraid of going a little harder now that you were awake. You were still groggy, but the way your hands gripped his wrist and his curls told him you were with him, feeling every bit as desperate and wanting as he was. His breath was coming in pants now, right in your ear, and he could feel you shivering at the feeling.

“Fuck,” he sighed. “You’re so good. Gonna make me come.”

You responded with a quiet moan, barely registering his words over the deep, delicious ache between your legs.

His rutted into you a little faster, as quick as he could stand when the haze of sleep was lurking at the back of both your minds. He let himself groan into your ear, not caring how needy he sounded. You were so good, and you felt so good, and you pulled his hair a little harder and he couldn’t stand it anymore.

His arms were rigid around you and he pushed his hips flush against you as he came. He let out what he was sure was the most desperate, fucked-out sound he had ever made, barely able to breathe as he spilled inside of you. There he was again, suspended in time, the darkness swallowing every breath as the fuzzy feeling in his brain faded, then disappeared.

He was left panting against you, vaguely aware that he was sweaty and horribly hot and you were combing your hand through his hair rather than pulling in. He tipped his head against your shoulder and let out a breathy laugh.

“Morning,” he said. You turned your face back and he met you with a kiss, gentle and a little sloppy because of the exhaustion settling through his body.

“Hi,” you whispered, smiling against his lips. He kissed you quickly, once, twice, and again, missing your mouth entirely on the last one. You laughed and he started to withdraw from you. You grabbed his hip before he could go any farther.

“Stay,” you said. He didn’t have the energy to ask what you were talking about, but you could hear the confusion in his tired grunt. “Sleep, Omi. Come here.” You grabbed his arm and pulled it around your waist, forcing him to settle closer, if that was possible, and press his face against the back of your neck. His eyes wouldn’t stay open, no matter how hard he tried to fight them. An unwavering heavy feeling spread through his body as he listened to your slowing breath and felt fingers running slowly through his now tangled curls.

The last thing he heard before his mind shut off entirely was an amused, whispered “I missed you.”

[neeksnorton]

Abner Krill x Reader // Staring at the Stars

hi there! my second story is finally out : Quickie during a Mission. you guys voted for this one on my post asking about what you wanted for fanfic, and i have delivered. enjoy :DDD

WORD COUNT : 2.1K

NSFW WARNING : public sex, doggy style, multiple orgasms, secret relationship

You and the Suicide Squad successfully rescue Bloodsport, Peacemaker, and Rick Flag. Thank fuck. If any of them didn’t make it, you guys would be very, very dead. You look over at Abner and Cleo in relief. You let out a long sigh and walk back up to the bus.

You were so tired. Joining the Squad meant nonstop work. You needed a break. You rubbed your eyes and sat down outside of the bus as everyone regrouped.

As you hold your head between your curled up knees, you feel a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Um… hey, Y/N. Are you gonna be okay?”

Ah shit. Abner must have noticed that the mission was taking a toll on you. You didn’t mind though.

“Ah, yeah. I just need to relax, Ab.”

You and Abner were close at the prison. Really close. You guys would often attempt to sneak away to private places and… talk. It was really all you could do without Waller beating your asses. You wanted him so bad and he knew it. You had both dirty talked to each other many times in prison, but you had to be quiet (once again at the expense of Waller.) You had to teach him how at first, but you didn’t mind. You thought it was cute, how you got to teach him how to do things like that.

You two had never had fully fledged sex, it was just too difficult. The power dampener that Abner had on his neck 24/7 made things impossible, not to mention his issues with his mom. You were able to work around it though. After years in prison with him, you had both come up with a method. Every time he touches you, he closes his eyes. He runs his hands across your face and body, and once he’s done, he opens his eyes and gets a much better picture of you. He doesn’t see his mom anymore with you.

He sees you as you. You guys had practiced that exercise for forever and he KNOWS you. And that makes you so incredibly happy.

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The group sets up camp. The plan for tomorrow is to grab Harley, and then go to Jotunheim. Everyone piles into the bus, you being the last in line to get in. You don’t even know if you can sleep in here. Everyone being around you while you sleep is just so overwhelming.

You wait about 20 minutes for sleep to come, and it's just not happening.

“Ugh, fucking Jesus Christ,” you mutter to yourself as you stand up. You walk over the pile of bodies sleeping in the bus, being extra careful not to step on Flag’s head. You giggle to yourself. He’d fucking kill you.

You lay down sideways and shut your eyes. Fuck. This mission fucking sucks. You could lose people you care about. You resented that fact that you and Abner were on the same team, because that means there’s always a chance you could lose him. If Abner ever died, you would kill Waller on sight. Hell, you’d probably try to blow up Belle Reve if you could.

A hand gently touches your hip and you nearly jump out of your skin. You let out a shriek and scramble to sit up. Abner grabs your arms and attempts to console you.

“Hey! Hey! It’s just me. Shh, it’s just me, Y/N. Shit, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry-” He pulls you into a hug and grabs the bag of your head while he rubs your back. You feel your stress slowly but surely melt away. You thought you were about to get fucking kidnapped.

“Damn you! You scared the shit out of me, Ab!”

“I know, I know. I’m so sorry, I just wanted to lay with you. I should’ve said something.”

“I know you’re sorry. It’s okay, I don’t mean to sound pissed at you.”

You take a deep breath. This isn’t worth getting mad about. It’s Abner. He cares about you. He would never do anything to purposefully hurt you, even if he tried.

You snuggle into his chest. He’s wearing a white long-sleeve shirt, with his regular polka-dot pants. He’s breathing heavily. He probably got up to expel his dots, and noticed you were out here.

You push into him a little more and he lays down. You lay almost on top of him, your head snuggling into the curve of his neck. It felt so good. This was hard to do in the prison, it was probably so relieving for him to be able to lay down without the power dampener. You feel your core tighten a little. You’re nervous, and you know you shouldn’t try doing something during admission. But you don’t care. Flag was sleeping, you guys should be fine.

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You move your head up from out of his neck and plant a long kiss on his lips. You lay your hand on his chest, and his hand moves to your waist. You and Abner slowly make out. It feels wonderful. You’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you two started talking in Belle Reve. What’s nice is that you don’t have to hide it anymore. You had to shy away from cameras and other prisoners. And Abner was always a little awkward trying to hide it, but you didn’t mind one bit.

You lift your leg up a little and position yourself so that you’re laying sideways next to him, leg propped up on his while he lays flat on his back. You slowly roll your hips onto his leg, desperate for just a little bit of friction on your aching clit.

You let out a little whimper, and Abner grips your waist and pulls you closer. Your hand moves to his thigh, and you move your hand upwards while the other hand stays on his chest. Your hand reaches his bulge, and he’s VERY hard. You definitely weren’t expecting him to be as hard as he was, and so quickly too. He lets a few soft moans into your mouth as you run your hand up and down his girth.

“Ahh, Y/N- unhh…” he whimpers. You remove your hand as he sits up and scoots you underneath him, making sure that your lips are still locked. He puts one leg in between yours, and one leg on the outside. He uses his right hand to grab both of your hands. He lifts them up above your head, and you are completely at his mercy.

Holy shit. Seeing him like this nearly makes you cum on the spot. His slightly defined arm holding your hands above your head. It drives you fucking nuts.

He scoots his leg farther in between your legs, and you slide your hips up and down his thigh. You already start to feel your stomach tighten. You want to touch him, but with your hands above you, all you can do is sit there and moan like a desperate slut.

“Um.. you’re looking pretty desperate, huh?” He says to you a little awkwardly. You giggle.

“Yes mmnh- please Ab, I need you,” you groan to him. You squirm around desperately to get at least one hand free so you can touch him. He uses his free hand to grab at the bottom of your shirt. His hand pulls your shirt up past your chest, and your boobs bounce free. You inhale sharply. Abner leans down and grabs your breast, and latches his mouth onto your nipple. He runs circles around your nipples with his tongue. The moans you let out are nearly pornographic. It feels so good. Each time his tongue brushes your nipples, it sends shockwaves to your clit.

“Anhh, oh my god, Ab please, I’m gonna c- ahh-” You feel your orgasm creep up and crash over you, your muscles tensing and relaxing. Abner lets one of your hands go, and you shoot your hand down to the back of his neck for leverage, holding his head while he sucks at your nipple.

He slows down his pace on your breast, and you sigh heavily. He lets your boob go and gently grabs your face. He gives you a long passionate kiss, and you slide your tongue in his mouth. You’re so happy he lets you cum first. And even though you just came, you wouldn’t mind if you guys kept going.

“Ab, can we keep going? I know I just came, but I just know we’ve never had sex before and I-”

“Of course, Y/N. Whatever you want to do is uhh- fine by me.” He awkwardly chuckles.

“Okay umm… can we try doing doggystyle? I know it might be a lot for you, considering we’ve never done anything, but -”

“Shh, it’s okay, Y/N. I don’t mind. We can try it. Just remember to be careful with how loud you are. I was nervous that we were gonna get caught earlier.”

You blush in embarrassment. You didn’t realize how loud you were being at all. Ah shit. No matter. You could ignore the aching in your pants again.

Abner lets your other hand go and you roll over onto your stomach. You prop your ass up in the hair. You hear him unzip his pants and pull them down just past his dick. He still has his shirt on though, probably out of fear of getting caught. He’d like to keep some piece of clothing on, god forbid Flag sees them. He grabs your pants by the side of your hips and pulls them down just past your ass. Probably for the same reason. You would love it if he could see you fully naked, but right here -RIGHT outside the bus - probably not a good idea.

You raise your eyebrows, already feeling his tip run through your folds. You didn’t know he was this eager to get going. Damn.

“Oh, shit-” He says under his breath. Seeing you bare ass at your pussy at this angle was enough to make him cum without even touching himself. He slides himself into you slowly, pushing just his head in at first, and then sliding all the way in. He lets out a loud shaky moan, and you gasp in shock. He’s bigger than you imagined. The feeling of him completely inside you has you feeling ecstatic.

His pace starts slow, but he finds a rhythm and starts to speed up. The sound of him pushing into you and your skin slapping together is euphoric. His hands roam around your ass, and eventually settle at the crease of your torso and hips. Every time he enters you, he pulls you onto him. His grip increased, his fingernails digging into your sides.

“Holy shit, oh my god, ahh- uhh… oh man…” he's saying to himself.

“Abner, please don’t stop. Ab, please, ahh, give it to me-” You say back. Every single time he's hitting your G-spot, and you already feel your core tightening once more. You feel your juices drip down your leg. Fuck.

You try to look back at him, and from what you can see, he is so fucking hot. His eyes are closed, his jet black hair is slightly pushed back, and there’s a slight sheen of sweat on his face. He’s moaning pornographically. You notice that under his shirt, he has a happy trail leading down to his dick, and it’s so incredibly hot. His jaw muscles are clenching, and he’s licking his lips. He must be close to cumming.

“Y/N, I’m close. I’m really really close.” He says in between shaky moans.

“Me too, Ab, please keep going, ahh- unh-”

His hips spasm as he cums into you. You feel him shoot his cum into you, and that's enough to send you over the edge. Your muscles grip his dick over and over as your orgasm hits you like a truck. You struggle to keep your ass up in the air, and you slowly fall to the ground. Abner pulls out of you, and you wince at the sudden loss of him inside you. You roll over onto the grass, and shimmy your pants back up. Abner does the same for himself, and then falls and lays beside you.

You are both breathing heavily, trying to comprehend what just happened. You two just had sex. After years and years of not being able to, you finally did.

He grabs your hand gently, wrapping his long, slender fingers around your small hand.

You look over at him and laugh. You can’t believe it. He is yours. And you are his. He looks back at you, giving you his awkward little smile that you love so dearly.

“I want you to know how much I love you, even though sometimes I don't know how to show it.” He whispers to you.

“Abner, don’t worry. I know.” You say back.

You both turn your head and look up at the night sky.

You were happy, floating, staring at the stars.