#if your sub bottom refuses to hear you out on your hard limits

[digenerate-trash]

Hey sluts! Just a reminder that if you're gonna do some hard-core shit (or any sexual activity let's be real) and the person you're about to have sex with tells you that "you don't need a safeword"

Don't have sex with them. Safewords are a safety net. Ment to make sure you can withdraw consent at any time

If they refuse to let you have one they do not respect you or your potential limits!! Even if you were going to have the most vanilla missionary 10 second sex always have a safeword!!! You never know what could happen!!

[multiplefandomsblog]

Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi sfw and nsfw headcannons

desc; NSFW and SFW head-canons of a polyamorous relationship with Shuichi and Kokichi.

warnings; unedited, polyamory, angst, fluff, cussing, SFW and NSFW, F!Reader, they are all living together, praise kink, crying, begging, kokichi has a master kink, brats, brat taming, shuichi has an aural kink exhibitionism kinda? minor dumbification, overstimulation, rough sex, mentions of spanking, pegging, oral(m & f receiving)

Request; (Danganronpa) I don’t use Tumblr that much so I apologize if this is a bad ask but could you write Kokichi x Reader x Shuichi SFW and NSFW head-canons (or imagines whatever’s easier)? I don’t know if you do personality types but if you do could you just make them a tall Fuyuhiko? If that makes sense, fem! Or GN! Pronouns preferably but I don’t mind either. Thank you and it’s fine if you cannot do this

≈SFW≈

◊ Shuichi would mostly be the one to take care of the two of you.

◊ He’s like the housewife or mom of the three of you, you two being his babies.

◊ These are just my head-canons but- I think Shuichi’s love language would be words of affirmation, while Kokichi’s would be quality time.

◊ By quality time I mean, well, pranks.

◊ I think Shuichi would need to hear actual words come out your mouths to be 100% sure of something. So when you two say something simple like, an “I love you.” before a call ends or before going to bed, he would feel lovesick. 

◊ He thinks about it for the rest of the day with a small pink tint on his cheeks(aw).

◊ Kokichi loves pranks almost as much as he loves the two of you. As silly as it sounds, it makes him feel cared for when the two of his loves aid him in pranking. It’s as if you three were a team, a triple threat.

◊ It makes him feel as if you two truly loved him enough to do evil shit like this with him.

◊ I think Kokichi would be a pretty clingy boyfriend, any time he sees one of you, he would immediately pounce on you.

◊ Kokichi is one for PDA, Shuichi is not. I feel like since he already has anxiety, he wouldn’t want to attract any attention to himself. Kokichi doesn’t care, he encourages people to look at the 3 of you. As if trying to communicate with everyone, “They are mine, touch them and get your fucking fingers bitten off.” 

◊ Kokichi would call you ‘Thing #1’ and Shuichi ‘Thing #2’ just to fuck with you two.

◊ Kokichi loves fucking with you especially, he enjoys your reactions to his pranks and teases. You’re his favourite victim for him; Your tsundere personality, just a cherry on top.

◊ You and Shuichi both enjoy picking Kokichi up at random times, just to annoy him and fluster him. He’d be talking shit to someone, and you would just swoop in and throw his small body over your shoulder. 

◊ Shuichi would pick Kokichi up when he saw that he was bothering someone, muttering a small apology before walking off with an angry gremlin in his arms.

◊ I think something Shuichi is afraid of, is every time he leaves you two to go somewhere, he’s afraid that might be the last time he sees you two. So before leaving, he always makes sure he kisses both of you goodbye, no matter what. 

◊ During arguments he would stay calm and collected, trying to understand your guys’ perspectives whilst explaining his. But if one of you decided to storm out, he would instantly panic and act fast. He would always stop you and pull you into a hug. No matter how much the other struggled, he wouldn’t let go. He’s so scared of losing one of you ever since the killing game, he doesn’t want to leave you two with something you, Kokichi or he himself didn’t mean to say.

◊ Though if one of you did need some healthy space, he would let you two go but not without a hug or any type of sign that you two still loved him no matter what.

◊ He hates holding grudges. If you and Kokichi decide to be stubborn and hold a grudge against him, he’ll apologize even if he knows it wasn’t his fault. He’d throw away his pride if it meant you two weren’t mad at him anymore.

◊ you and kokichi would sit on the couch together, playing multiplayer games(fortnite-) while cuddling each other. Sometimes Kokichi would be resting on your chest and vice versa.

◊ Shuichi would catch the two of you cuddling on the couch, sound asleep after playing games and his heart would do an oopsie.

◊ No, scratch that. Several oopsies.

◊ seeing you two like that makes him realize that there is no limit to how much he loves the two of you.

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the big spoon cuddling Shuichi while Shuichi cuddled you. 

◊ slight nsfw here! unless shuichi had topped kokichi prior to cuddling, then he would be the little spoon, Kichi being too tired to wrap his arms around Shuichi.

◊ being sandwiched between the two of his loves, nowhere else he’d rather be.

≈NSFW≈

◊ I head-canon Kokichi to be the whiniest, most disobedient brat.

◊ He claims he’s a top, but we all know he’s lying(as always).

◊ I head-canon Kokichi, a switch with a bottom lean(the times he tops are exhilarating but unfortunately, rare).

◊ He’d constantly rile you or Shuichi up, all because he wanted you to make him sob, beg, and break. 

◊ If Shuichi told him too, he would pound you into the mattress as he knew Shuichi was watching, only encouraging him more.

◊ Kokichi loves when your usual cold demeanour fades away as you moan out from how good he’s doing you. 

◊ The way you three would have sex would be, either Shuichi fucks Kokichi from behind while Kokichi struggles not to cream inside your pussy, or Shuichi pounds you while you suck Kokichi off. 

◊ There are many many variations you three try.

◊ Sometimes you would top the both of them if you somehow gained dominance over the two.

◊ You would get yourself off in front of them as they drooled to get the smallest taste of your dripping cunt. Dominating the both of them by using your pussy as bait.

◊ Sometimes, you would take out the strap and pound into Shuichi as he sucked Kokichi’s dick, resulting in him screaming into Kokichi’s cock.

◊ Shuichi would truly be the cutest sub.

◊ On rare occasions, if Kokichi finds out you two fucked without him, he would top the hell out of both of you. 

◊ He would get Shuichi to eat you out as he dicked Shuichi until he was begging for him to stop. 

◊ You’d be pleasantly surprised from how long Kokichi can hold out for. 

◊ He would torture Shuichi by riding his soft overstimulated dick, as you rid Shuichi’s face, 5 orgasms in. Shuichi would be crying and wincing from the violent bouncing on his oversensitive dick.

◊ If they are both in the topping mood, they’d fuck you from both holes until you were trembling. Those times being your favourite. 

◊ Yes, you had a limp for the next few days, but it was worth it.

◊ During the rare times Kokichi tops, he enjoys being called master.

◊ If you or Shuichi refuse to call him that, oh ho ho, you’ll learn to regret it.

◊ Sooner or later, you’re both screaming master desperately; You two looked like blubbering idiots with tears running down your faces.

◊ Sometimes, if Shuichi decides you two have been bad enough, he wouldn’t let you two cum for a week. He’d just fuck you until your orgasm came up and pull away to finish himself.

◊ But if you beg hard enough, Shuichi might take mercy on the both of you. 

◊ After some spankings, of course.

◊ I think Shuichi would’ve been a soft dom if not for Kokichi’s consistent teasing. Causing him no choice but to put that brat back in his place.

◊ At first, you would think he’d be a hard bottom because of his timid personality. However, when it comes to Kokichi, he just goes feral.

◊ If you decide to be a brat too and act cold as if you didn’t want him to fuck you stupid yeah right, he would insert some sense into you, making you think again.

◊ You would be easier to break than Kokichi, for Kokichi he would have to pound him until he was a blubbering, whimpering mess.

◊ Though Shuichi is a brat tamer and enjoys punishing both of you, he is a bit of a softy. 

◊ He constantly tells the both of you how good you two are doing when fucking your brains out. He has a praise kink, receiving and giving. It gets him going when he hears you tell him how good he’s drilling into you, like I said, his love language is ‘words of affirmation.’

◊ He calls you a good girl while he calls Kokichi a good boy during sex. He enjoys being called good boy as well.

◊ At first, he is a bit nervous during sex. But when he hears the moans coming out of the both of you, his demeanour changes. He feels more confident when he knows you’re both enjoying it. 

◊ I head-canon him to have an aural kink, the sweet noises he pushes out the two of you being his favourite song.

◊ Once you were all satisfied, Shuichi would switch to concerned mom mode after riding the both of you through several highs(if he topped). 

◊ He would clean up the both of you before himself, making sure to be gentle, as to not cause any discomfort. 

◊ If Kokichi topped, he would just pass out on the bed with you two, too tired to move. He decided to shower with you all once you all woke up.

◊ if you topped, you would cradle the both of them and praise your boys for doing good, kissing their puffy faces(from crying), letting them use your breasts as pillows.

note; i added some new things, did you notice it? ›:) again, i apologize for the wait, i have tons of request to do(which i’m actually pretty happy about)! i worked hard on this, so i hope you enjoy it!

edit: fuck did I make this too long?

[peakyblinderswhore]

DAY 3 ⇨ MATRESS ANGELS 

GENRE: Christmas!au, Fluff I’m a fucking liar, Smut, 18+ only.

PAIRING: Michael x Reader

SYNOPSIS: Michael and yourself weren’t exclusive but strictly speaking, you did spend an awful amount of time together that certainly suggested that you were. Spending the night at Polly’s on Christmas Eve would only make this assumption more valid. On the assumption that you are exclusive, Polly offers up one of her rooms... with one bed. What are two, young, hormone-filled adults going to do with just one bed?

W/C: 3.4k

WARNINGS: it’s fucking dirty, yo. swearing, oral (m + f receiving), cunnilingus, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), degradation kink(?), hair pulling, spit is used as lubrication (it’s the 1920′s, c’mon), it doesn’t really have anything to do with christmas, pwp, it’s the dirtiest shit i’ve ever written, tiny tiny overstimulation, dom!michael, sub!reader ig, sex, sex, more sex, uh that’s it i think

A/N: to that one anon who always asked me for michael smut. yeah. you know who you are. i’m not sure if i’m writing this out of anger or to please you. bruh i love you fr fr though. in the heat of the moment i actually wrote something. lol hats off to you though.

cross posted onto ao3 here

“Michael, there’s only one bed,” you whisper to him.

He hums, “Mum must’ve had an inkling about us. I can sleep downstairs if you want,” he offers, raising an eyebrow.

The two of you were spending Christmas at Polly’s as per your suggestion in her townhouse out in the countryside. To be fair, you had mentioned it in passing after Polly had mentioned that she would have more than enough room for Michael to stay for the eve of Christmas and to be there the morning of to save journey time. He had winced and his hand that rested on your lower back firmed, he didn’t know how to reply and you could sense that through the thin material of your dress. 

“I don’t know, Mum, I was going to do my rounds with Y/N.”

Polly’s eyes had lingered over Michael’s hand that rested on your back but only momentarily, you had noticed this but pretended not to when you said, “Well, I was only going to visit Michael... if you don’t mind me staying the night too I’d be more than happy to make up for the burden.”

That was two weeks ago. And here you were, staring at the bed. The singular bed. The only bed in the room. At least it was a double.

“It’s okay,” you say, referring to his offer of sleeping elsewhere, “we’re adults. We can share one bed.”

Michael perches on the end of the bed and takes off his shoes, opting for something more comfortable, while you lay down on the other side, arms spread out wide, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going and to stop your mind from wandering.

“Let’s make snow angels!”

“Pardon?”

“I said,” you reiterate, pushing yourself up on an elbow to look at Michael peering over his shoulder at you, “let’s make snow angels!”

“How old are you?” although his comment doesn’t hurt as his grin widens on his face as he shifts his body to face you properly, “plus,” he begins, “It’s a mattress, much less, er, snow than what we would need.”

“...Mattress angels?”

Michael’s eyes suddenly darken and he makes his way to crawl towards you, I know what we could do...” his voice trails off and his fingers circle the skin where your dress finished suggestively.

“Michael!” Your face heats up form the suggestion, mortified that he would want to do something that dirty with Polly just a few doors down, “Polly, your Mother,” you emphasise, “is only a few doors down.”

He shrugs his shoulders and smirks, “Worried she might hear you?”

You snap your legs shut and sit up abruptly, startling him and forcing him to sit back again, “She’s not going to hear us because it’s not happening.”

Michael pulls back, not one to push you into somehting that you didn’t want to do, “Alright,” he moves on with the conversation, “Mum said we can go down for a late night snack or join her for a drink in a few.”

“Sounds good,” you say, thankful for Michael respecting your wishes, “I’ll slip something a little more comfortable on, then.”

Downstairs, Polly was passed out on the settee, a glass resting on the arm of her chair, her head resting on the back of her chair, lightly snoring. She had mentioned something earlier about being busy last night and the morning following it on. You smile and Michael chuckles, “We wouldn’t have had anything to worry about.”

You press a soft kiss to his lips, “This is nice though.”

“It is,” he presses a kiss back, kissing you slowly like he’s trying to savour every second he can to the fullest. His hands are resting on your hips, mindlessly rubbing circles with his thumbs whilst yours hang loosely around his neck, fingers scratching at the bottom of his hairline.

The fire crackled in the background as you and Michael continued to deepen the kiss, devouring each other as you began licking into the other’s mouth, tasting the wine that Michael had with his dinner earlier on. It gave him an intoxicating feel, making you want to taste this forever, his musk filling your senses and his fingers trailing your waist, contemplating whether or not to go much further. When Michael pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, he looked down to where his hands rested before flitting up to meet your gaze. His mouth was hung open, drinking in all the air that he couldn’t get moments ago.

“We should stop, you didn’t want to earlier and I’m afraid that if we continue I won’t be able to stop.”

Your eyes fill with lust, he notices but waits for you to say the word, “She is asleep,” you manage to whisper, still praying that she’s fast asleep adn far from waking up anytime soon.

“You can’t take it back if you say it.”

“I know...” you bring your lower lip between your teeth and bring your fingers to face, cupping his cheeks, you say, “take me upstairs, Michael.”

His mouth finds yours and he pushes your mouth open with a swipe of his tongue, moulding your mouths together as his hands wrap underneath your thighs. You obediently jump, locking your ankles behind his back and he holds you up by your ass. He doesn’t open his eyes as he walks up the stairs, sure you should’ve been worried but his mouth was much more captivating at this precise moment in time.

Before you knew it, you were being laid out on the singular bed in your room that you were staying in. Michael let go, kicking off his slippers and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. When he connects your mouths again, it’s a clash of teeth and tongues and your hands instantly reach for the warmth underneath his shirt. His hand reaches behind your head and pulls at the pins holding your hair together before throwing them in the vague direction of the dresser that had become home to your limited luggage.

You had locked your legs around his waist again, aching for the feeling of his hard cock against your heated core, praying for some kind of friction that would relieve your need for him. His hands rested either side of your head, slowly crawling onto the bed to meet you level with him.

At this, you arched up, pulling your hand from his shoulder and slipping off your robe and pushing it to fall off of the bed and then reach to unbutton his shirt all the way and throw it on the floor with your robe. This meant Michael was half naked but you still had a slip on. He lifted a hand and wrapped his fingers around your throat, pulling you up to meet his tongue and to see how far he could get his tongue before you whined, like you usually did.

Whimpering, Michael smiled at your vocal plead to move on, unravelling his fingers from your throat and connecting his lips to your neck, wanting to see how far he could get you without touching you.

He bites and licks at your neck, enough to make your eyes roll and your nerves to tingle, making your fingers curl in his hair, tugging from the pleasure. You breathe heavily against his ear and push him away from your neck, unbuckling his belt with eager fingers, but as you were about to push his trousers down to his thighs, he stops you and presses a firm kiss to your lips.

“Let me,” he whispers against your mouth, “just...” his voice fades away as he lowers his head to your perk nipples, showing evidently through the incredibly thin slip you were wearing. Without a second to spare, he latches his teeth to your nipple, lightly pulling them, making you fidget from the sensitivity you were currently experiencing. Then, he circles his tongue on your areola thorugh the fabric, leaving a wet patch before capturing your breast in his mouth.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, Michael...” your head rolls, “I’m begging you to fuck me... like you mean it.”

Grunting, he pushes his trousers down and kicks them off, obediently, not wanting to miss this moment, either, “I fucking love you so much right now.”

You lift your head to view his figure. His eyes were ravaging your body as he thought about what to do next. You grasped the bottom of your slip and pulled it over your body and reached a hand down to acknowledge your throbbing pussy.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”

You giggle, “Do something about it then, won’t you,” you pout and put on the best puppy eyes you can, “please?”

Immediately, his tongue swirls over each of your taut nipples and down your stomach, loops your belly button and nudges through your pubic hair to your clitoris. His lips attach and suck for dear life, making you let out the girthiest moan you’d ever heard from your own body, making you slap you hand over your mouth as Michael continued, refusing to let up. He reaches a hand below your leg, hooking it over his shoulder and bringing his hand around it to rest on your inner thigh to hold it in place. His other hand runs along your folds, teasing you. He halts briefly to push his fingers past your soft lips, lubricating them with your saliva before bringing them back down and pushes one slowly into your hole. 

“Tell me... use your words with me,” he growls against your clit.

His tongue doesn’t leave your clit, swiping his tongue from your hole to your clit and mimics the tongue twister you had joking taught him one time.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you breathe out in breathy moans just as he pushes a second finger into your pussy, meaning that you were now barely able to string together a coherent sentence. It was more than enough feedback for him, what with your fingers tightening around the strands of hair you had in your fists, he responded to everything your body was telling him. “You like that, baby? Huh?” His eyes flick up to watch as you begin to fall apart, breathing heavy and eyes unfocused.

“Y-yes.”

Still pushing his fingers in and out of you, he continues feeling around for the spot that he knew was nearby -- he was no stranger to your body this intimately.

“How about this, then?”

He lifts his head from your throbbing pussy and lets his hand that was locked around your thigh move to rub calculated circles over your clit. He spits onto his fingers as they continue to move in and out to allow an easier slide.

At this point, his fingers hit the spot and your body arches, lifting away from the bed, “Th-there, don’t... s-stop.”

Now knowing where he was aiming for, he allows his fingers to move at a faster pace and lets his thumb rub harder circles into your clit. He bends his head down to lick stripes into your pussy wherever he could, occasionally lifting his thumb to switch for his tongue and vice versa, pushing you to the edge.

“Yes, Michael, yes!”

He  switches his fingers for his tongue, pushing in and out of your entrance, wanting to taste you.

“Wanna taste you,” he says, “can you do that for me, baby?”

You bite your lip and nod, “Mhmm.”

His thumb continues its attack on your clitoris and within seconds your coming apart on his face. Micahel laps up your release on his tongue and helps you ride out your high.

When your body relaxes and your fingers uncench his hair his lifts his head, lips glistening from your arousal, “You taste so fucking sweet.”

Ignoring him, you pull his face up to yours and begin to kiss him sloppily, mind still foggy from your orgasm only moments ago. You smile at the taste of yourself still fresh on his lips and reach a hand down between the two of you to address the, ahem, third member present in the room.

Michael moans as your fingertips brush lightly across the strained material of his underwear, over his erect cock.

“Your turn,” you mumble, “wanna make you cum.”

Tucking your fingers under the band of his underwear, you push them down to his knees and push at his chest lightly, making him lay back so you could pull them off all the way. The soon got lost in the jumble of clothes piling up on the floor.

Swinging your hair over your shoulder, you thumb lightly at the head of his cock, swiping the moisture that had gathered and spreading it before circling your fingers around his rock hard cock and pumping it a couple of times.

Michael bites his lip, holding back a low groan, “Suck,” he demands.

Willingly, you grin and wrap your lips around the head and swirl your tongue around the tip. You begin to gradually push his dick further into your mouth, flattening your tongue on the underside of his dick and humming. Bobbing your head up and down, Michael knots your hair around his fist and helps you maintain your rhythm. “Y/N, just like that,” he groans out. You let your hand travel down to your pussy and to play with your clit, getting off on Michael’s moans dancing through the air like a sweet lullaby to your sinning ears.

“Greedy slut,” he says, grinning, “can’t wait for your second orgasm when I haven’t even had one?”

You stop toying with your clit and decide to see just how far you could take his cock in your throat and hollow your cheeks. At this, you could practically feel it twitch in your mouth. You press your hands onto his thighs to balance yourself as you lower your head until your nose is nudging the hair at the base of his cock. He lets out an almighty growl as he strains himself, not wanting to buck into your mouth but you moan at the feel of him and he fucks into your mouth, cock hitting the back of your throat and tears filling your eyes from the stinging.

“Fucking hell...” he moans out.

You lift your head and bring one hand to the base of his cock, squeezing at different pressures before lifting your lips from his cock and releasing it with a pop. You wipe the tears with the back of your free hand.

Michaels head lifts to meet your eyes. You smile, saliva dribbling down your chin, “Good?”

His eyes darken at the question, “Do that again and I might cum down your throat.”

Your eyes squint at the challenge and you drop your head to lick a stripe from the base of his cokc to the tip, making him shiver from the pleasure but before you could drop your lips to his cock again his hand grips at your neck, “Not today, baby. I need to fuck you.”

He pulls you up and goes to flip you but you quickly blurt, “Can I be on top?”

“Fuck yes, you can.”

He helps you up to hover above his erect penis. You grip it tightly and guide it towards your entrance before sinking down onto it.

“Oh, Michael,” you groan at the girth of his dick, pushing your pussy open.

“Y/N how are you so fucking tight?”

You laugh a little, the sting of the stretch of his dick stopping you halfway and settle on resting your hands on his chest, “Why don’t you fuck me more often?” You counter.

Michael’s eyes darken more — if that’s even possible — and lifts you off his dick almost entirely before slamming into you, making you whine.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” you whimper.

You move forward to rest on your elbows, the sting subsiding from the stretch and begin to move your hips in a swiveling motion, not wanting Michael to abolish your pussy before you’d even started.

“Such a fucking tease.”

You clench your pussy around him, loving the jolt of pleasure that ran through your body at his comment, “Oh, shit.”

“You like that? You dirty little slut, soaking my dick for me.”

Meeting your swivels, Michael sets the pace, thrusting up and everytime you bit back a moan from echoing against the walls.

“Michael,” you whimper out, making him throw his head back and growl at your needy self.

You try to force Michael to go slower but he only ghosts his fingers across your clit, rubbing vicious circles into it. Your head falls forward and you groan as he grunts with every thrust.

He was forcing you to edge quicker than you would’ve liked but the high outweighed any con your fuzzy brain could muster up when the pleasure Micahael was inducing soared through your pussy and to the coil in your stomach, slowly tightening the more he did it.

“Michael, s-so close...”

At this he pulls out and flips you so you’re on your hands and knees and he’s behind you, lining up his cock with your centre and sinking in, once again met with the warmth of your velvety walls.

He slams into you, once again and continues to pound at the same speed, making every thrust harder than the last, somehow reaching further than the last time.

“Hold it for me, baby, can you do that for me?”

You whimper in response, already so close as it is and not sure how much longer you can fend it off.

Michael grips your hair and pulls you back so you arch up and your back meets his chest, “I asked a question, can you do that?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Michael.”

“Good, little slut.”

You clench at that and he lets go of your hair, stabilising himself by gripping your hips hard enough that there would probably be finger-shaped bruises but you didn’t care — not when he was pounding into you, hitting your spot just right, “Right, there, Michael, I’m so fucki—”

He sneaks a hand round to rub circles in your clit and lets the other grab a handful of boob, squeezing and kneading it as much as he wants.

“Good girl, I’m so close, almost there, now.”

You whine, his fingers getting quicker and his thrusts sloppier.

“Oh, fu-fuck..” he groans, “now, you can cum now.”

Crying out his name, you release your hold on your orgasm, feeling the coil snap inside you, now thrilled that you no longer have to stave it off and you fall forward. Michael wraps his arm around your chest, catching you so he can continue to fuck into you.

“That’s it, baby, milk my cock like the good fucking girl you are.”

Michael’s thrusts become erratic as he chases his high. When he reaches it, you feel him releasing his seed deep inside your pulsating pussy. He slows down his thrusts, riding out both of your highs for you. 

When he shudders one final time, he slumps forward, cheek resting on your sweaty back but he didn’t care.

After a few moments, he pulls his softening cock out of your sore pussy, making you wince from the over-stimulation. He presses a soft kiss to your back and goes to fetch a wet soft-cloth to clean you up. Your eyes flutter closed and you only know he’s returned by the soft caress of his hand down one thigh, pushing them apart so he can clean you up. You whimper from the soreness but let him continue as you know it has to happen in order to stay clean.

He hums as he goes about cleaning you up and tosses the cloth to the side where he can address it in the morning.

You pat the bed beside you and he climbs in, hugging you from behind and pressing multiple soft kisses to your back, making you shiver.

“That was...”

You wait for him to continue.

“Can we do that again?”

“Like now?” you reply, alarmed.

“Uh.”

“Jesus Christ, Michael, what are you made of?”

“So I’m guessing that’s a no.”

“You bet your ass it’s a no.”

He waits a beat. 

“Wake me up before Polly gets up in the morning,” you mumble.

Michael grins, “You know I will.”

“I do.”

[screensirenfic]

Menthol Cigarettes - Chapter 5 - NSFW Warnings: Slight dub-con

“Don’t move.”

My entire body tensed up on instinct at the sound of that voice; shivers running down my spine as I felt a firm, hard body pressed against my back, breath hot down the back of my neck.

Still; I did as he said, relaxing underneath him as he kept his hand pressed firmly to my mouth with barely enough space to breathe.

“You’re late.”  

He drawled, and I tried not to think back to how Lucas had accused Mike of the exact same thing under very different circumstances.

Still; he was right, and I already knew what question would come next.

“Did you go and see Harrington again?”

I guessed right; his voice keeping a low even tone that betrayed none of his true thoughts on the matter.

Maybe I should’ve been scared; anyone else in the same situation would be practically shaking, and I was no different, though I’m certain my chills were for a completely different reason.

I struggled a little bit under his hand; opening my mouth in a silent petition for him to let me explain myself.

He loosened his grip, letting his hand slide down to cup my chin in a way that kept me looking straight ahead.

“I was dropping off the Wheeler kid-“ I panted; my heart already racing at fifty miles an hour as I felt his hips grind against my ass; already hard in his tight jeans.

“Don’t lie to me. You know I hate it when you lie.” He snapped, hand automatically going to clamp round my neck in a alarmingly firm grip that sent my heart jumping out of my chest entirely.

“Billy; stop...” I whined, reaching to pull his hand loose, because even though I knew he was just messing around, he was getting too rough; and he knew how I felt about him grabbing my throat.

He loosened his grip again, letting his hand fall to my sternum as he pushed me back into him, keeping a steady control of my body without any of the triggers.

“So; you gonna tell me where you were?” He asked again; his lips hot and wet against my neck as he kissed his way up my spine, ending with a light nip at my earlobe.

I sighed, taking a deep breath as I tried to centre myself on something other than the feeling of his mouth sucking hickeys onto my skin.

“I only saw Steve for a minute...” I admitted, leaning back against him slightly as I felt his other hand reach round to cup my chest, kneading gently against my breasts.

“But what I said was true...” I hastily continued, but he cut me off with a sharp nip to the juncture of my shoulder.

“You know I don’t like waiting around...” He warned; his voice somewhere between a purr and a growl as it fanned directly over my ear, fingers digging harshly into my breast.

“I know, but I can’t exactly come straight here; my dad would kill me if he found out...” I reasoned, closing my eyes as I enjoyed Billy’s hands’ and lips’ assault on my skin.

“Always such a good daddy’s girl. You gonna be good for me now?” He purred into my ear, hips practically bucking into me now, forcing a soft whimper from my throat.

“Billy...” I sighed, because I don’t know why he had this effect on me; having me mewling and keening before he’d even taken my clothes off, but I loved it all the same.

“Tell me you’re gonna be my good girl and I’ll let you get up...” He bartered; keeping his tone the perfect blend between soft and demanding as he let his hand on my chest trail down to my stomach, pressing down with just enough promise for me to bend.

“I’ll be good, Billy. I promise...” I sighed, giving in far quicker than I usually would, because Billy was wound up, and I’m pretty sure if I kept him waiting much longer; he might not have control of how rough he got.

He relented, moving his hands and backing off enough for me to scramble to my feet; my legs feeling like jelly beneath me after his successful attempts at dirty talk.

I don’t know what had gone on with Billy today, but he was probably the tightest wound I’d seen him in a long time; the bite in his voice just a little more feral than he usually was when we did a bit of role play.

I wondered if his dad had hit him again; though I couldn’t see any bruises, but I guess it was too dark to tell.

I mean; he couldn’t really be this pissed off about Steve, could he?

I stood up straight, turning to face him as he began methodically pulling things out of his nightstand; his calm, level demeanour only increasing my tension.

“Okay; what do you want me to do now?” I asked nervously, fiddling with the fringe of my jacket as I automatically took the submissive role, waiting for further instructions.

“Strip.” He stated; not taking his eyes away from his drawers as he pulled out his Polaroid camera, checking there was still film inside.

“Don’t you wanna watch?” I asked, surprised that he hadn’t sat himself on his bed like he usually did, letting himself sit back and enjoy the show and maybe take a few pictures for his private collection.

He just gave me a hard look over his shoulder that told me he didn’t want me to tease; just submit and listen to him for this one night.

I began pulling off my clothes, starting with shrugging off my leather jacket and letting it fall into a heap on the floor.

Billy really was tense.

I could tell by the way the muscles in his shoulders rolled every time he rifled through the drawer, stopping to pull out a bright red bandana along the way.

I pulled off my boots, hopping on one leg at a time as Billy organised his haul in a line on his nightstand, reaching into his back jeans’ pocket to pull out his cigarettes and a lighter, letting them join the queue of supplies.

Maybe I should’ve been more nervous; Billy was treating our tryst like an army operation, down to the strictly ordered supplies and the cold hard demeanour.

Still; it was incredibly hot, especially when he stripped out of his white wife beater, revealing stretch after stretch of hard muscle pulled tight under sun kissed skin.

I followed his lead pulling off my t shirt and shorts, before taking off my underwear, leaving me standing stark naked in the middle of his bedroom.

He turned then, walking over to me with such deliberate purpose that I could feel my nipples stiffen into peaks, and I don’t think it was from the slight breeze coming from the window.

I stood up straighter, putting my nude form on display for him as he paced around me, eyes trailing up and down me as if to check if anything was out of place.

“See something you like?” I smirked, unable to keep myself from being a little bit of a tease when he looked at me like that, pretty pink tongue peaking out to run over his bottom lip.

“Nothing I don’t own already.” He stated; unbuckling his belt with slow teasing movements, before pulling it clean from his jeans and letting it trail from his hand like a bull whip.

I know I should’ve felt intimidated; a man twice my size staring down at me like a horse for slaughter; blue eyes sinfully hard as he ran them over every peak, every crevice with near clinical focus.

But Billy was always a scary choice of lover; his brand of lovemaking far too aggressive and domineering to be seen as vanilla, but I had to admit I liked it.

Billy pushed all my buttons; sometimes ones that would better be left untouched, but I loved how he made me work for it; how every second at his mercy was a glorious rollercoaster ride between heaven and hell that I wanted to ride out in full.

After a couple more circles, he stopped to the left of me; hand reaching up to cup my chin and angle me for a kiss; mouth hard and demanding against my own.

I softened into it, allowing him to take control as he snaked his tongue into my mouth; the familiar taste of cigarettes and spearmint strong against my tongue.

He wouldn’t let me reciprocate, forcing me just to take what he gave me as he domineered the kiss; tongue and teeth working in tandem to make my head swimmy.

Eventually he pulled away, and I couldn’t help but moan, finding Billy so irresistible like this; when he was toeing the edge between aggressive and attractive.

He didn’t smile like he usually did, but I could see the hints of a self satisfied smirk peaking at the corners of his lips, reminding me that despite his demeanour; this was all a game designed to get me off harder and faster.

“Billy; please...” I sighed, committing fully to the role of belligerent sub as he let his fingers trail down my throat, stroking slowly in a way that made me gulp with apprehension.

Billy knew choking was off limits after the Byers, but it didn’t stop him from testing the waters, if only to get a reaction from my fear.

“Go get on the bed on your hands and knees.” Billy instructed, giving me the slightest of shoves that warned me not to argue with him this time.

Of course; I was tempted to defy him, to offer up some sweet pouty protests that would force him to manhandle me into position, but Billy’s eyes were hard today, and that was a dangerous thing.

Instead I was a good girl and made my way over to the bed with minimal teasing, crawling onto the mattress on my hands and knees until I was braced ready for him.

I could hear the sound of Billy pulling off his jeans, and instinctively turned my head, eager to get an eyeful of his naked form.

“Face the wall.” He barked, refusing to even give me the pleasure of looking at him in all his glory; all dirty blonde hair and hard muscle.

I sighed in protest, but kept my head straight, knowing that if I didn’t, he’d just grab hold of my hair and force me to.

I felt the mattress dip, and felt the sudden heat of Billy’s body behind me; my muscles tensing in anticipation of him just diving in and getting to it, fucking me hard and fast into the mattress.

Instead he leant over me, encasing me in that familiar scent of smoke, strong cologne and sweat that always reminded me of him.

“Do you trust me?”

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Can I request some hc for La Squadra? Who would they choose, if their s/o asked for a threesome with another member? Would someone downright refuse sharing?

i am loving all the la squadra requests ♥

Can I request some hc for La Squadra? Who would they choose,if their s/o asked for a threesome with another member? Would someone downrightrefuse sharing?

 Risotto

For Risotto to allow someone else in the bedroom, you’d haveto have been in a relationship with him for some time. Although you’ve certainlyheard rumors about members other thanSorbet and Gelato hooking up, you aren’t sure if Risotto took part in that. (Atthe very least, he’d certainly been propositioned. I mean, LOOK at him.)

If he is into the idea, he’d most likely ask Prosciutto. He’dhave more fun, though, if you seduced Prosciutto with his permission. (Prosciuttois loyal, so Risotto would give him somewhat of a heads up beforehand.)

Once the three of you are together, Risotto would watch how Prosciuttopleased you before showing him what really made you melt. Prosciutto ishandsome, so Ris would be more than happy to have fun with him too. (WatchingProsciutto give your capo a blowjob might be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.)

Wild Card: Of course, the wild card has to be Melone. He���sdefinitely flirted with Risotto and he always shamelessly checks you out if hiscapo is busy. Risotto might let him join, under the condition that he’s goingto be on bottom. Risotto would enjoy watching you tease and taunt Melone, andmaybe even overstimulate him. Melone is more willing to indulge some of Risotto’sdarker kinks like knifeplay or extreme pain, so he might be invited back if he behaves.

Formaggio

An enthusiastic yes. The more the merrier, in Formaggio’seyes. He’s not into it on a regular basis but is ready to indulge whenever youare.

Other than Melone, probably the most versatile when it comesto the third person. Hell, he’d take any of them. He’d probably want to askProsciutto or Risotto first, but he’d be too intimidated, so he’d ask Illuso. Melonewould be his second choice, though he’d ask begrudgingly.  

Let’s be real, Illuso has probably watched the two of you havesex before. He may have a smarmy exterior, but he’s kind of shy when it getsdown to it. Would have to be gently persuaded, but he’d be willing to join. He’sprobably more in it for you than Formaggio, but he does find Formaggioattractive.

It’ll be fun and not super serious like sex regularly isbetween you two. If you’re up for it, Formaggio would probably beg for you totry double penetration. Illuso is more tender than Formaggio but will try togo at whatever pace he is.

Wild Card: Ghiaccio. Formaggio is a fan of Ghiaccio’s ass(who isn’t), but he’s scared of his temper blowing up in the bedroom. It’s upto you to persuade Ghiaccio to join. If you ask him when he’s not in a bad mood,he’ll say yes after you flash him.

Ghiaccio is rough, which inspires Formaggio to go tougher onyou than usual. Expect to be sore the next day, with lots of bruises and bitemarks. You’ll have fun, though!

Illuso

He enjoys the intimacy of being with his partner, so it maytake a little convincing to get him to say yes. It might be a one-time event unless he trusts the third person enough to go another time. He’s moreconcerned about exposing your privacy (ironic, for him) and wants to make sureyou’re really into it.

He’ll probably ask you to pick but would prefer someone likeProsciutto or Formaggio to join. He needs someone he can trust – and eventhough the former is sometimes icy and the latter is a bit on the wild side,they’re both respectable and loyal teammates.

He won’t do it in the mirror realm because that’s reservedfor you and him. In fact, he’d probably prefer to do it in the other parties’room because he treats your shared room like a sanctuary.

Would primarily focus on your pleasure, unless otherwiseasked by the partner. Formaggio would probably just grope him and Prosciuttowould ask for permission before touching.

Wild Card: If you’re brave enough to ask Risotto, Illusowill be pleasantly surprised. He respects Risotto a lot, and also wouldn’t mindgetting a piece of him. Would be more than happy to dom you with Risotto, oract as a sub with you for the capo.

Prosciutto

He does not liketo share, especially not with his rowdy teammates. You’re his, and he doesn’twant anyone else to touch and fuck you like he does.

The only way he’ll do it is if it’s Risotto. He trusts andrespects the capo more than anything else and trusts him to treat his partner properly.He’d like to see you get fucked by the capo (and see how well you take the capo’s thickcock) and hear how loud you are for him.

If you wanted it, he’d like to dom you with Risotto – it’dbe a huge turn on to see your subservience to both of them. That’s not to sayhe won’t happily service his capo as well – he wouldn’t mind being taken by himwhile you watch. Better yet, you ride him while the Risotto fucks him.

Wild Card: Nope. He’s pretty specific. Might like showing you off a little bit before he whisks you awayto fuck you.

Pesci

This poor man is waytoo shy to have anyone else join him and his partner. He might have asked hisaniki for advice, but he sure as hell isn’t going to ask him to join them!

The most he would be willing to do is maybe have a third person for some over the clothes action when you’reall a little tipsy. Then, he’d get awkward and ask them to leave. It’d probablybe Formaggio or Melone that tries to join.

Melone

The most enthusiastic to have a third person in the bedroomout of all of them. Before the two of you were exclusive, Melone was a frequentparticipant in threesomes. He’ll probably propose the idea first.

He’d be up for anyone to join! He’d most likely ask Ghiaccio,but because Melone gets under his skin, you’d have to seduce him first. Meloneis also really interested in having Risotto join, but even he might feel alittle strange asking.

Once Ghiaccio agrees, Melone is probably already laying inthe bedroom naked. He’s going to have fun wrecking you with Ghiaccio, but hefully expects there to be more than one round. He’s obsessed with Ghiaccio’sass and will probably beg until Ghia lets him play with it. You’ll probablyhave to distract him with something else.

He likes watching Ghia take you alone while he strokeshimself. (Yeah, he’s probably a cuck.) He’s really into Ghiaccio cumming in youand likes to fuck you afterwards. He’ll also switch and be a sub – he’s moreinto pain and degradation than you are, so he loves to have you watch or joinin while Ghiaccio fucks and tortures him.

Will absolutely try to get Ghiaccio to sub with you and willprobably succeed at least once. He’s pretty sadistic as a dom.

If you’re willing, Melone likes to show off some of the more unique kinks you indulge in together, like lactation or pet play. 

Wild Card: None, because he’ll fuck anyone.

Ghiaccio

It’s hard to convince him to say yes – he has a big ego, buthe’s also painfully shy and awkward. He doesn’t even like the chance to be humiliatedor laughed at, and he’s afraid someone joining in the bedroom will lead tothat. Not only that, but most of his teammates other than Melone are probablya bit too put off by his volatile attitude to join in.

If he does agree, you’re most likely only going to be ableto convince Melone to join in. (Who actually needed no convincing at all.) It’llhappen much like the above, though Ghiaccio will be a bit possessive over you.

He likes to fuck you in front of Melone without letting himjoin, occasionally. Maybe a bit of an exhibitionist, but only if you’re there.

Wild Card: The capo is the perfect one to temper Ghiaccio’swhims, and perhaps would join in after a few touches from you. Sure, Ghiacciois still going to be a little wild, but he’s tamer if Risotto is present.

Gets competitive over dick size, though, and puts on a bitof a show to prove his superiority in the bedroom. Won’t ask for it but likesto see Risotto pick you up and fuck you.

Sorbet & Gelato

Certainly, although they prefer their threesome partners tobe a one-time experience! Outside of their teammates, all threesomes end indeath for the lucky third. They like to get a little creative about it – how canthey kill someone this time? Should they do it during sex, or after? Shouldthey keep them awake, or knock them out? There are so many possibilities! (You’renot safe after death either. Sorry.)

If somehow youfind yourself in the middle of them, it’s going to be rough. If you hadn’t beentheir teammate, they certainly would have done much worse.

Gelato is all aggression, and you’re going to bruised andbleeding before he even gets his dick inside of you. Sorbet has a quietdemeanor that hides how sadistic he can be, though he often just listens to whateverGelato tells him to do. Gelato fucks you with reckless abandon and no warmth –he’s going to be tugging your hair, scratching you, biting at your neck, andcalling you names the whole time. He’s rough and has no limits.

Gelato is just as rough, but he doesn’t want you to move.You better lay there and take it, or you’re going to be in serious pain. Theymight tie you up, and conveniently forget to untie you until hours later. Eitherway, you’re probably going to be on the receiving end of some nasty names and humiliation.There’s a good chance they’ll fuck each other afterwards, and finish on yourface together.

It’s not going to be pretty unless you enjoy that kind ofthing.