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[ken-dom]

Ken’s First Orgasm

Ken x reader

1.1k words

Summary: Since Ken entered the real world, he’s been experiencing some… feelings (AKA a good orgasm might calm him down)

Author’s Notes: It’s smutty, it’s tongue-in-cheek, it’s a little bit silly… just take it for what it is, enjoy the Kenergy and have fun 🩷

This was my first Ken fic, originally posted to my main blog under the title 'Ken's First Time.' Due to a tagging issue on my main, I'm reposting my works here to have everything in one place.

Warnings/content: NSFW, 18+, first kiss, first orgasm, making out, dry humping, hand job, gn!reader, Ken’s self doubt and nerves (and crying)

‘I’ve been getting these… urges, like, there’s something stirring deep inside me that I can’t seem to tame,’ Ken uttered huskily, fingers toying with the hair by your ear. ‘I think it might be because I’m craving… this.’

Biting his lip, he stared deep into your eyes, the heat of his gaze dropping down to your lips before slowly leaning in.

When you followed his lead, breath quickening as you tilted your head, he faltered, pulling back with a quiet growl and balling his fists in frustration.

He had hung on your every word all day, never taking his eyes off you for a single moment. And you’d noticed the way he lit up every time you looked at him… but now, you began to wonder if you’d done something to put him off.

‘Ken?’ you breathed carefully.

‘I- I’ve never…’ he hesitated.

Oh. That’s all it was. You dipped your head to meet his sparkling eyes again.

‘You’ve never kissed anyone?’ you asked gently, lifting your palm to rest softly against his handsome cheek.

Ken cleared his throat and forced a smile. ‘I’ve tried. Lots of times.’ He lifted his chin with mock confidence, as though trying to kiss was some sort of proud accomplishment. ‘You know how it can be.’

‘It’s alright,’ you soothed, rubbing your thumb soothingly over his cheekbone. Your mind raced with what else he probably hadn’t done either, the thought causing heat to pool at your core. ‘We’ll take it at your pace.’

The silky tone of your voice and the comfort of your words made him feel… dizzy? He blinked his gaze away, blushing. Feeling it again. That pull of something deep in his gut that made him want to submit himself to… whatever it was his body was craving so much. Damn it, he really needed to just get over it and kiss you.

You smiled warmly, leaning in again with pause enough to allow him time to decide. To your delight, he pressed forward, lips crashing soft and wet against yours, and as you parted your lips to encourage his tongue, he moaned loudly into your mouth while his fingertips drove hard into the flesh at your waist.

Lost in the intensity of the moment, it was suddenly hard to remember to breathe, his needy whines and desperate grabbing clouding your thoughts, causing your legs to tremble, but eventually you pulled away, panting.

‘Wow, Ken… that was-’

‘Terrible! I mean, you… you were great. I had no idea what I was doing. I'm not made for kissing, I’m only good at Beach.’ He shook his head, frustrated. ‘I shouldn’t have- mmh!… mmm…’

You shut him up instantly, diving back for more and inadvertently pushing him to lay back on the bed. You straddled him naturally, conscious thought still lost in the haze of excitement.

‘You- you liked it?’ he breathed huskily as you pulled up to get a look at how pretty he was, breathless with anticipation beneath you.

You nodded, humming in approval. ‘And it feels like you did too,’ you smirked, grinding down against his already aching erection.

The noise he made was unearthly, a growl and a whimper and a groan and a desperate exhale all at once. The pressure he had been feeling there released ever so slightly with a small pearl of precum, affording him a moment of bliss between the aching neediness.

You stilled, worried you’d hurt him somehow, but his eyes widened revealing pupils dilated to the size of dinner plates, and you realised it had been a sound of pleasure, not pain.

‘What… was… THAT?’ he cried out breathlessly. ‘That felt incredible! Sublime! That’s it! That’s what I’ve been craving?! Do it again? Please-’

The last word tapered into a whine as you rolled your hips to grind against him again, and he flopped down onto the pillow, eyes rolling back with overwhelming sensations he couldn’t find the words for.

‘Ken?’ you asked softly, leaning down, ‘you’ve never had an orgasm before have you?’

He shook his head.

‘Do you want to?’

He couldn’t catch his breath and his reply came out as a husky whisper. ‘Will it feel like that again?’

‘Better,’ you grinned wickedly.

‘Oh fuck, yes,’ he mumbled, not even realising he’d sworn. ‘Please.’

You leaned in to kiss him again, igniting the flames inside him that had been roaring since the first time you held his hand. Ken moaned in anticipation, closing his eyes tightly, composing and preparing himself.

You rocked your hips only once more and he exploded, fists bunching the sheets while you continued to writhe against him, his back arching off the bed and tears prickling at his eyes as his orgasm tore through every fibre of his being.

It was like nothing else. How had he never so much as wondered what this would be like until he had entered the real world and discovered human feelings and thoughts… and needs.

His chest heaved as he came down from his high, lazily lifting an arm to rest over his forehead in complete surrender while he tried to claw his way back to the present, with you.

When he opened his eyes, he was met with you smiling down at him, nothing short of smug.

‘Was that- did I-?’ he stuttered.

‘You sure did,’ you panted, heart pounding and heat rushing down to keeping your own arousal simmering. God, he was a picture, mussed hair and pink cheeks and heavy eye lids.

‘Oh… oh, that was, it was-’

You chuckled, climbing off him to settle at his side, where he turned to face you.

‘Should I have… you know? Was there something I didn’t do? You didn’t…’

The concern in his eyes was endearing, but you laughed again and he relaxed. Another tear slid down his cheek as you caressed his arm tenderly.

‘Don’t worry, Ken, we have time for that. I get the feeling you’ll be great at… doing stuff. Besides, that wasn’t quite the whole thing. I’m glad it felt good, but there’s a lot more I can show you. If you want me to…’

Ken snorted a disbelieving laugh. ‘Well, good, because these urges I’ve been getting? I think they might have actually been for-’

‘Orgasms,’ you interrupted with a smirk. ‘Yeah, humans tend to get that a lot.’

‘I’m not surprised! How do you get through the day without doing that at regular intervals?’

You laughed, gently wiping the tears from his cheeks. ‘It will calm down when you’re a little more used to it. In the meantime… let’s make the most of your libido, yes?’

‘Absolutely,’ he agreed eagerly, as though the word libido meant anything at all to him. Nevertheless, he was as eager as anything for another round.

‘I’m going to start undressing you this time… if that’s alright?’ you muttered seductively, kissing at his collar bone while your fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt.

‘Of course. You don’t have a body like mine for nothing. Well, I suppose it’s main purpose is for Beach, but-’

‘Ken?’

‘Yeah?’

You didn’t use any more words, and he suddenly lost all concept of his own thoughts when your hand slid inside his beach shorts.

‘How does this feel?’ you whispered as your fingers wrapped loosely around his thick length and pumped slowly, lightly. You didn’t want to overwhelm him too soon.

‘R-real- f-fucking- oh!- good, hnnng…’

[kisakis-boyfriend]

I Heart Subs ❤️ pt. 2

Beautiful subby boys who turn you on without really doing anything on purpose. Maybe you made a quick trip to a convenience store or to grab some fast food together, and the way your baby boy looked today was simply too much

A strong desire takes over and you grab his wrist and drag him around a corner or into a bathroom stall. Too clouded by lust to care if anyone's watching you whisk him away. You pin his wrists to the wall, or maybe you don't even touch him... Maybe you just cage him in by slamming your hands near his head

Then he feels something poking his thigh. He looks down and his eyes widen when he notices the glaringly obvious tent in your pants, pressing against his soft cock as you begin to grind on him

He's too dumbfounded to say anything other than, “Wh-what are you–??” as his cheeks heat up. He can attempt to muffle his moans all he likes, people are going to hear your grunts and the banging against the wall when you flip him later and hump his ass

The way your dick throbs against his has him getting hard soon anyways. It's only a matter of time before he'll grind against you too, frotting with each other without ever taking your clothing off in a public space. The only contact between you and your sweet boy is your covered cocks humping each other until you both cream in your pants

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— DRAKEN, Kakucho, DILUC, CHILDE, Kazuha, Neuvillette

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[cheonstapes]

^^ Hello, how are you. Idk if this is the right place to send a request since I’m new to tumblr lol. I would like to make a request though it may seem a little weird. May I request Miguel O’Hara/Fem Spider-barbie reader. Reader’s outgoing and cheerful she has the aesthetic of a Barbie and gets along with other spiders, she’s not actual barbie doll btw lol. Miguel could be yelling and giving other spiders a hard time but whenever Spider Barbie’s around he’s the complete opposite. Spider barbie always helps calm him down whenever he loses his temper. Maybe one day he’s stressed and angry over a mission so spider barbie decides to calm him down with a back massage. Could also lead to some smut, only if you’re okay with writing that. No pressure. Thanks! ^^

miguel o'hara stars in... 'HI BARBIE! HI KEN!' ヽ(>∀<☆)

a/n ~ first request!!1!! i'm doing great, thank you so much. this isn’t weird at all- i spent all day writing this, it's so cute!! i had margot robbie's cowgirl fit in mind for reader when i was writing this, she's so beautiful omg, i think it suits spider-barbie's vibe really well💕 went a bit heavy with the smut but miguel's hot so it's valid- enjoy my love!

summary; miguel gets some stress relief from his favourite barbie girl.

pairing; miguel o’hara x fem!spider-barbie!reader

wc; 2.3k +

cw; SMUT!!, pining, oral sex, dry humping, facial, throat/face-fuckin, soft?dom!miguel, sub!reader, he's a lil mean but he loves you, praise kink, worshiping, hair pulling, miguel shouts at some people, f!masturbation, squirtinnn, miguel being sexy, NOT PROOFREAD!! i have a headache

“and you didn’t think to fucking report it to me?” miguel was seething, talons digging stripes into his desk as he glared down at the poor recruits below him. yes, they were new, but they fucked up an important mission- he wasn’t about to go easy on them. 

“por el amor de dios, do you three have any idea how serious this is? you could’ve-“  the spiders looked at each other, eyes of their masks comically wide as the drown out miguel’s rants to try and come up with some sort of excuse to justify the failed mission. “-and don’t even think about coming up with some bullshit excuse.” 

they froze, shaking their heads and hands rapidly as they nervously stuttered out, ‘no, of course not’, and, ‘we would never, boss’- miguel’s disapproving gaze boring holes into their masks, he jumps off the platform and stalks up to them. menacingly looming over them as his eyes flash red, lips pulled up in a snarl as his sharp fangs poke out under his top lip.

“don’t let this happen again, cause i swear i’ll-”suddenly, the doors of his lab slide open, a cheery voice ringing through the spacious room as all eyes flit towards the pink figure strutting in. the recruits blush under their masks, hearts beating rapidly at the sight of the sparkly spider- known across the spiderverse as the most perfect spider, spider barbie. 

“miguel? i brought you some lunch! oh- hi guys! sorry i didn’t mean to interrupt, i’m y/n, by the way.” you flash them a bright smile, glossy, plump lips glistening under the lights as you hold up the bag of food- the spiders wave frantically, greeting you with unmatched enthusiasm. miguel’s breath hitches at the sight of you, masking it with a roll of his eyes as he looks down at you- eyes softer compared to the harshness they had when looking at the recruits.

“it’s fine, y/n, we were done here anyway.” that was their cue to leave, the newbies scrambling to get out of the room, feeling the tension rising, but not without sending you shy smiles and whispered goodbyes you reciprocate with angelic kindness. miguel watches you intently, eyes locked on your every move. his eyes trail down the hot pink set you wore, the fat of your tits spilling out the tight top, curvy hips accentuated by the tightness of your flares - fuck, you are perfect.

he lets out a heavy sigh, his bulking frame towering over you as he takes the bag gently from your pretty hands, making sure to brush over them slightly. “what’d you get me this time, hm? empanadas again?” he has a crooked smirk on his lips as he opens the bag, his eyes still trained on you as you sit on the counter, the prettiest smile on your face. “actually, i got you some sushi this time. thought i should surprise you a little.” 

he allows himself to smile, the tension in his face easing in your presence. “yeah? how’d y’know i’d like sushi? you keeping tabs on me?” you giggle, stealing a piece of sushi from the platter. “wouldn’t you like to know. i asked lyla, actually, she’s very helpful.” his eyebrow raises, glancing over at the glowing hologram who appears to be lounging by the monitors, a small smile on her face hidden by a small magazine. 

“right, guess i’m gonna have to install a ‘keep your fuckin’ mouth shut’ feature now.” he mutters, secretly enjoying the thought of you knowing things about him he wouldn’t dare to tell anyone if they asked, relishing in the thread of connection you two share. you stand, moving around him to stand behind him, stretching up to grip his shoulders. 

“you ok, miguel? you seemed upset earlier.” you whisper in his ear, hands running down his arms innocently. he doesn’t think so though, the soft touch of your hands compared to his firm muscles igniting a tingling feeling in his belly - a soft groan leaving his parted lips as he leans into your touch. “‘m fine, the new recruits just pissed me off. nothin’ f’r you to worry ‘bout, pretty.” you smile slightly as he lets the pet name slip out, your hands running more sensually around his upper body, dipping into the crevices and curves of his chiseled body. 

“let me at least help you feel better, mig, your shoulders are tense as fuck.” you smirk playfully, leaning round his body to peer up at his face, eyes widening as you take him in. his eyes were slightly hooded, wetted lips open in pleasure, a faint tinge of red on his face. he looks down at you, panting softly as he sucks in a deep breath, nodding silently as he allows you to lead him wherever.

gently grasping his hand in yours, you lead him towards his large chair, sitting him down as you slide yourself in his lap. miguel’s head races with all sorts of thoughts, the tell tale sign of his arousal pressing against the crotch of your sparkling pants, his hands subtly moving you down to ease the ache in his lap. your lips pull into a empathetic pout, hands moving gracefully along the taut muscles of his shoulder blades, moving down to the ridges of his abs.

“how’s this feel? am i doing good?” the sweet tone in which you speak has him biting back a growl, his cock throbbing as he moves subtly against the plush folds of your cunt through the fabric. “ ‘s great, your- shit- your hands feel amazing, love. jus’…keep doing that, yeah?” you nod, biting your lip softly as you keep up your soft caresses. his head falls back against the chair, eyes closed in bliss- he looks so unbelievably handsome, sculpted jawline, high cheekbones, he’s just so mmh. 

you couldn’t help yourself, not when he was practically offering you a taste of him. his thick neck, littered with veins of various sizes, laid bare for you. you slowly moved in, small breaths warming the skin of his neck, heart pumping and hands trembling slightly. your glossy lips press light kisses on the flesh, shiny, pink, marks left behind. one hand moves up to rest on his chest as you feel a surge of boldness rush through you, leaning in once again to suckle on his skin. 

his eyes flit open, gazing down at you as you mark his neck with deep red and purple bruises, his hand lazily running up your spine as he grinds into you just a little harder. “hm? what happened to givin’ me a massage?” he flashes you a sexy grin, tilting his head at your ministrations- not that he minds of course.  you don’t respond, only small moans and whimpers leaving your lips as you continue to suck on his skin. his hand moves down to your chin, lifting your flushed face to meet his. “thought you were supposed to be makin’ me feel better? i can feel that pretty pussy soaking through y’r jeans, love. this turnin’ you on?” 

you nod, your beautiful face betraying your need for him. he lets out a deep chuckle, hands caressing your hips as he moves you to grind against him, the thin fabrics of both of your clothes letting you feel the engorged tip of his cock brushing against your clit. he breathes out a stuttered moan, gritting his teeth as he stares into your eyes, how could someone be so fuckin’ perfect? you had to have been made to torture him, to make his heart race and cock hard to every time he’s around you- hell, every time he thinks about you.

“miguel…” your whining snaps him out of his thoughts, his focus immediately zeroes back onto you. he pulls you closer, resting you against his bulky chest. “yeah? what’s up, baby? what d’you want?” his thumbs caress your nipples through the fabric of your top, the rough pads of his fingers making your pussy clench tightly, slick coating your puffy folds. you look up at him, hands pulling at the thin fabric of his suit. “i still wanna make you feel better…can-can i suck you off, please?” 

has he died? has miguel died and gone to heaven? or was this some kind of fucked up hell, there was no way he was hearing correctly. you, the sweet, innocent, barbie-esque, spider he’s been silently pining over for months now is asking him, so cutely, to suck his cock. he doesn’t think he’s been as eager to say yes to anything as he was now. he clicks a button on his wrist, his suit glitching away at his crotch. his cock is so pretty. a trail of dark hair leading down his navel, the tip a deep red, the rest tanned, throbbing veins wrapping around his length. it was fat, and shit, it was long too- pre dripping down the side of it as it, twitching the longer you stared at it.

your mouth waters, tongue darting out to lick your lips. your nimble hands wrap around his cock, a small gasp rings out in the room as your thumb runs along his tip, collecting the wetness and rubbing it around the tip. his fangs dig into his lips, speckles of blood pooling underneath the sharp tip. he sinks deeper into the chair, his suit dissipating more to reveal his thick thighs, a large hand coming to rest against one, the other caressing your cheek softly. “gonna wrap those pretty lips around me, baby? ‘m so hard, need you to make me feel better.” he didn’t expect to hear how needy he sounded, but he wasn’t embarrassed, he’s finally got you- and he wants you to know how badly he needs you.

he guides your head towards his aching cock, a hand moving to grip your hair tightly. he angles his length towards your shimmering lips, rubbing the tip all over, smearing his pre-cum along your gloss. a low, rumbling hum reverberates through his chest, quiet curses leaving his lips. he finally forces the fat head of his cock through your lips, simultaneously pushing your head down along the length of his cock. the sounds of you gagging fills his chest with a sense of pride, forcing you to take all of his thickness. it was so, so messy. saliva and creamy strips of cum dripped down the side of his cock, wetting your lips and pooling on top of his balls. he smiles at the sight, head lolling to the side, resting against a hard shoulder. 

“my pretty girl, can’t believe ‘m finally havin’ you like this. i- mm i would worship you, if you’d let me. you’re so fuckin’ beautiful, baby, a walkin’ goddess. and your lips, fuck, those perfect lips.” his mind is all scrambled, the feeling of you sucking the soul out of him rendering him a blubbering mess, resulting in him pouring his heart out to you. smiling around his cock, you look up him, those sexy eyes of yours gazing into his- a silent reciprocation of his affection towards you. at that, your lips suction around him faster, tighter, coaxing him into filling your mouth with his load.

his breathing deepens, sweaty chest heaving. at this point, his suit is gone. he doesn’t bother hold back his moans, deep growls and grunts that make curious spiders stop and listen in as they pass his lab, opting to not investigate what the big boss is up to further. but you, you’re a fuckin’ sight between his legs. mascara running down your hot cheeks, gloss, spit, and cum on your chin, running down your neck and between your cleavage. he didn’t think you could get even more beautiful, but here you were. 

“i’m ‘bout to cum, yeah? gonna fill that perfect mouth of y’rs with my all my cum, ‘n you’re gonna swallow it like the good girl i know you are, ok baby?” his hips buck frantically into your salacious mouth, holding the back of your neck tightly to keep you anchored at the base of his cock, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat. his actions betrayed his sweet words, hands gently running over your face, wiping away stray tears as his cock abuses your poor throat. he catches a glimpse of you sliding a hand down the front of your pants, pushing aside your panties to rub against your sticky clit.

‘so cute’. he smiles, revelling in your soft whimpers and your shaky thighs- the squelch of the three fingers you plunged into you almost drowning out the slick gluck! gluck! gluck! of your throat. “fuck, baby, i can hear her from here. she’s so wet just from suckin’ me off, isn’t she?” your fingers speed up, his voice a sexy, deep drawl- lips quirked back up in a smirk, but it was short lived as he felt his balls tighten, orgasm threatening to take over him.

his leg bounces, your mouth was just so wet, so fuckin’ hot- he couldn’t take it anymore. he’s waited so long to feel you around him, to see you take him so beautifully. his body tenses, a low growl of your name leaving his plump lips. his cum spurts out in steady streams, your cheeks puffing out from the sheer amount he unloads into your mouth. it drips out the side of your lips, you struggle to hold it all in, letting it drip down your neck. 

you choke on the liquid in your mouth, your orgasm squirting out onto the cold floor of his lab. he laughs breathlessly, he was so whipped for you. watching his pretty, little, angel cum so perfectly for him. his cock lets out a few more spurts on your cheeks, twitching again when you struggle to swallow his load down. he wipes away the cum on your cheeks, dipping his thumb back into your mouth to let you lick the remnants off. he smiles softly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you back onto his lap, running hands up and down your back lovingly.

“s-so, d’you feel better now?”

“mm, think there’s just one more thing i need. spread your legs f’r me, baby.”

*por el amor de dios - for the love of god

-gonna take a cold shower now

[partycatty]

kenshi takahashi > take it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BELOVED POOKIE BEAR @crimsonbubble!!!!!!!!! LOVE U LOTS, ENJOY MY LITTLE BIRTHDAY PRESENT <3

warnings: mean dom kenshi >:3, overstimulation, mutual masturbation? torture? idk something heinous is going on

notes: why my thingy go up while writing this

[ masterlist ]

• you knew better, you knew so much better than to get on his nerves but you found the fun in his firm tone and thick, crossed arms. you had decided to pull a little lie his way, figuring it wouldn't do much harm. and now, he found out, so here you were with a vibrator cruelly bound to your sticky cunt, a low enough setting to make you writhe and beg for forgiveness. your legs are bound, forced open and tied to your wrists behind your back.

• kenshi could pretend to ignore your voice forever if it meant you'd continue to beg as he sits in a chair against the bedroom wall, toying lazily with his aching cock. his other hand rests against his jaw, the controller to the toy in his fist.

• he was trained in so many other ways of endurance, namely having incredible control over his arousal. he'll last as long as you and then some, as long as you get properly tortured, kenshi will continue to stroke himself with grunts and occasional twitches when his thumb slides across his tip.

• just as you grow tired of one setting, kenshi would heighten the strength significantly, relishing in your cries and squirms. your core bubbles, folds slick and needy as the sheets underneath you begin to dampen. your hips buck, eagerly chasing your as it orgasm fast approaches.

• "please, ken, please-" your voice sounds pleading, almost for your life as tears prick in your eyes. "i'm sorry for misbehaving, it won't - hah - won't happen again..."

• kenshi's cruel, cold grumble pulls you back to reality as you feel your vision blur. "liar."

• the vibrator reduces to a low hum around your clit, completely pulling you away from cumming just as quick as it approached you. thrashing and rolling your head back, you're just about to flop backwards onto the mattress before you hear kenshi tut at you.

• "eyes here," he demands, voice still low. "watch what you do to me." you pull your head forward, resting your chin against your chest as you sniffle, watching kenshi stroke himself through your lashes.

• his cock had a shine of his precum coating it, his fingers sliding up the length of his shaft with ease. his eye contact was brutal, nearly killing you where you sat. it was almost too much when you'd catch his eye twitch or his lips part to moan.

• a little treat to you, his hips buck up, his dick chasing the friction of his palm as he nears his own orgasm. your lips part, matching his pants with need. you nod encouragingly, relishing in the sight and temporarily distracted enough to ignore the faint buzzing on your cunt.

• this, he notices. kenshi pulls his hand away from his cock, denying both you and him the pleasure of him painting his stomach with his seed. kenshi rolls his head back, letting out a deep sigh as he holds his cock at the base, thighs tensing. his gaze falls forward at you, suddenly setting the vibrator alight with a single touch.

• your back arches from the sudden shock, the toy torturing your puffy clit relentlessly as the hum shocks up your spine and makes your whole body tremble.

• "you gonna lie to me again?" he asks, his voice lost to your ears as you cry out from the overstimulation, an orgasm fast approaching again and yet so far away. "learned to listen?"

• "yes, god -" you cry out. "yes, yes, i'll behave, i'll listen - fuck -"

• kenshi chuckles to himself, stopping his strokes to admire the view in front of him. "you look so good like this, you know. i should just keep you here all night. how's that sound?" the proposal makes you frown as your face contorts in pleasure.

• "i like you more when you behave," he purrs, tutting at your knitted brows and soaked pussy. "pisses me off when you're a brat, you know that, right?" you can only stupidly nod at his words, accepting whatever he wants to throw your way when he speaks in that sultry voice. he hums in agreement, fucking his cock on his hand at a swifter pace now. "you want to cum, is that it?"

• in a daze, you nod, the buzzing numbing your cunt heats your skin. the vibrator speeds up to an impossible speed now, burning your very core and rendering you entirely speechless, drool slipping down your chin as your orgasm attacks your entire body. thanking him endlessly as each wave twitches your limbs. •kenshi smiles to himself, lip curling in amusement at your stupid state. you miss as he cums, painting his flush skin with his fluid with a hissing grunt. his cock twitches hungrily, begging for somewhere to stuff it but settling for his hand. you were too busy crying in pain as you notice the vibrator doesn't come to an end like you do, instead attacking your pussy at the same pace it was before. • his smile turns into a beaming grin, a rare expression on his hard features as you writhe and burst into full-on sobs, crying that it's too much for you to handle so soon. • the words are lost to him again as he stands there with the smile, admiring the shine on your skin and the drool from your cunt as your hole clenches down on nothing. he flicks between the fast and faster speeds rapidly, sending lightning up your spine as you cum again. even through the pleasure you're wracked with pain. • "no more..." you beg, voice hoarse from your pathetic cries. "please, please no more, kenshi-" • "i thought you wanted to cum?" he asks in that stupidly teasing tone, and you know you're in for it by the inflection in his words. "you're getting what you want, dear." • kenshi promptly stuffs his cock back in his slacks and brushes his thighs off, standing up after wiping his hand on a towel resting on the armrest. your eyes widen in fear of what's to come when you see him stand with a huff. • "k-kenshi?" you whimper, body weak against the vibrator still toying with your clit. kenshi wiggles the controller in his fingers with a cocked brow as he heads toward your bedroom door. "no, nonono, wait-" • the door slams on you as you're still bound and dripping, the heat from the last two orgasms sliding the toy against your clit as it slips between your folds, overly soaked. • kenshi stands on the other side of the door, unbeknownst to you, touching himself to your screaming sobs that turn into whispered sniffles the longer the machine pulls orgasm after orgasm from you. • he does return, albeit eventually. you're knocked out, the only sound in the room being the horrid squelching of your pussy and your faint breaths after passing out from how many times you came. • kenshi helps bathe you, cleaning you gently of the rope wounds and slick before dressing you properly for the night after changing the dampened sheets courtesy of your arousal, pulling you to his chest. he couldn't help himself but laugh at your sleepy sniffles, consciousness lost to you after all the time of agony. • "did so good," he hums into your hair, kissing the top of your head. "always so good for me."

[emilsendo]

Sub! Bottom Mikey x Dom! Bottom Draken x Top!Male reader

Warnings: Punishment, humiliation, stimulation, riding, toys(like cockring and handcuffs), etc.

Type: Smut

Request: ✅️

Author Note: Hiya! I finally manage to finish that oneshot and I started to write part two in preferences with Tall S/O 👀💪🏼✨️ Thank you SO MUCH for support on that app and for that all sweet comments ❤️ (As always, sorry for any errors in my English)

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Mikey and Draken would always argue about anything, and then later that day or even after a few hours of arguing, they would forget WHAT exactly they had argued about.

But what if the "thing" they are arguing about.....is you?

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These blondes can be extremely jealous when it comes to you. Mikey often provokes Draken into "petty" fights between them by begin overly clingy to you, or simply not letting him hug you because the short blond takes a lot of space durning your cuddling sessions. For example, sitting on your lap and having his arms wrapped around your neck, leaving Draken unable to hug you. Ken finds this very irritating and has no patience for Mikey and his fucking behavior.

That's why you came up with a plan together how to punish Mikey.

- Ah! Fuck! MH.....- Mikey's sweet moans could be heard throughout the room, his breathing was rapid and there were hickeys and marks all over his body. The boy was sitting on your lap as you held him in place with your strong hands so he wouldn't move too much. Which made Mikey let out pathetic whines every now and then as Draken was edging his dick with his hand, making sure to change the tempo, so he could tease Mikey more. Of course, without letting him cum, until you both will be satisfy with Mikey's desperate cries for release.

- Ken-Chin, M/N-Chin! Come on....aH! I.....I want to c-cum. Pleaseeee! - Mikey begs in begging and desperate tone as he tries to move his hips upwards to get more friction on his dick, but he got only tight squeeze from Draken around the tip of his dick in return.

- How desperate he looks now, right, M/N? - Draken said, his tone filled with sarcasm and coldness. Which made the shorter blond whimpers. You looked at the boy with a dragon tattoo on his temple, nodding at his words.

- You're right, darling. I think he need to cum so bad.- You teased the boy in your lap the same way as Draken. You both clearly enjoyed the way Mikey begs you two to let him cum or just simply fuck him.

- Come on! No more teasing! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!- Manjiro begs one more time. But Ken just simply smirks at him and then he continue stroking his dick without mercy. While you were playing and touching Mikey's chest, pinching and squeezing his cute little nipples. The blond haired boy moans got more louder and desperate. Almost making you and Draken feel quilty for the poor boy in your lap.

- I have a nice plan, M/N.- Ken suddenly said. He leans closer to your ear and starts whispering his idea to you. You could only smirk at his words, you really liked what Draken was saying and of course, you've agreed to this nice plan.

You and Draken changed your positions, making Mikey lay down on the bed with handcuffed hands, without moving. He was confused and slightly annoyed by this fact. He wanted to touch you!

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, making Mikey see your handsome left/right face profile. Draken was standing in front of you, tying up his blond hair into ponytail. Then he sat up on your lap, kissing your lips passionately while moaning a bit when he felt your tongue enter his mouth. Your hand made its way towards Ken's ass, teasing his entrance by rubbing small circles around it. Draken stops kissing you and glares at you intensely after you did that. The glare sent you a shiver down your spine, you already know what that's mean, so you quickly stopped teasing him and put your finger inside. What made Ken grunt a bit, then you put another one, you process to make scissoring movements, loosing up Ken's hole. The tall blond haired boy this time made a soft moan, that was repeating itself with each thrust of your fingers.

Mikey was looking very pathetic right now, his dick was all red because of the cockring and he wants to cum so bad! That's not fair that he need to wait for his turn, who knows maybe he will not have his chance?

Those thoughts made him sobs a bit from humiliation and desperation, he wanted to feel your dick inside him. And he only got the perfect view of Draken riding you. It was good to watch. But it would felt better to touch and kiss both of you!

Ken Ryūguji was currently riding hard your cock, squeezing your firm shoulders and biting your neck. While your hands were holding his waist and hips, you didn't even had to help him move. Draken always has a lot of stamina durning sex, so it is rare for you to help him. He loves riding you or just feeling in control(most of the time, he is power bottom, so it is normal.)

He was bouncing up and down very roughly, almost bruising your hips. His moans and your grunts, AND Mikey's pathetic sobs in the background filled the whole room. He tried to beg for his turn too, but you both ignored him and continue making a show in front of Mikey.

- Fuck...... I love feeling your hard cock in me! He cries out with sly smirk, as he moans hard on purpose to tease Mikey and make him feel jealous. You slapped Draken's ass to make the same effect on Mikey.

When you both came with loud grunt, you kissed each other softly and then looked at Mikey. Who was crying pitifully from wanting to cum so bad, and from all the emotions he was feeling. Draken and you felt quilty for him, so you walked to Mikey and removed the handcuffs and then the cockring. Which made the short blonde boy cries out and cum hardy on himself and the sheets, his whole body tremble and shook from pleasure and euphoria.

You wrapped your arms around Mikey and Draken kiss his forehead gently to calm him down, and comfort the poor boy.

- Don't worry, Mikey..... We will now make it up to you, right, Draken?- You said with gentle voice as you rubs Mikey's back and head softly. The boy in your arms gasp a bit when he heard your words, his cheeks flush pink at the image in his head.

- You can take one more, right?- Draken said with a smirk as he place his hand back on Mikey's dick, while your fingers made their way to his hole.

[from-the-clouds]

giving kendall roy a blowjob pls

i have a fic about this here buuuttt i've been so down bad for ken lately and am embarrassed to say i literally dropped all my WIPs to also write this. inspired by this gif from @technicolourtelevision. also please follow my succ sideblog if u are a kendall girlie like myself @kendollroyco!

warnings: smut under the cut (18+ only, oral sex m receiving, degradation, dom!kendall - sorry but i want him to be mean to me) not proofread, and potentially just bad -- i wrote this in like a 30 minute fugue state.

first off, where you do this is kind of important because there are sooooo many good opportunities. maybe you work for him and he's making you suck him off under your desk, his hand down the front of your blouse. you have to go to the bathroom after to clean yourself up because your mascara is smudged and he's ruined your hair. or maybe you're on your knees for him in the back of a car, and he's refusing to roll up the partition. the straps of the gown you've got on are falling off your shoulders, and you're worried about getting caught but he's shoving your head down and he's whispering shit like 'but you're taking it anyways, aren't you?' and you can't help but moan as he shifts his hips so you take him even deeper.

but REALLY what i think about is like, in the most recent episode when he talks about not sleeping well. you're his girlfriend who lives with him, but you hardly see him. and one night when he comes home late you can just tell he's tense, like, ready to snap at anyone who gets in his way. you're curled up wearing one of his old harvard sweatshirts maybe watching tv or looking at your phone and he looks so fucking good in one of those suits that fits him like a glove.

when you ask him how he's doing, he's short and snippy. 'fine.'

'you stressed or something?' you ask, rather than start an argument.

'fuckin', uh, i don't know, what does it look like?'

you're sort of taken aback by how rude his response it, standing over you with his hands on his hips. 'don't tell me you waited up this late for me....' he's trying to chastise you, but you can see right through him.

'you're working too much' you sit up.

'uh-huh, right. i don't want to hear your shit right now, i'm fuckin' exhausted-' and he's trying to be mean, to push you away.

'i bet. all you do is toss and turn at night,' you agree.

you reach out, hook your fingers around the cool silver of his belt buckle and yank. he steps forward, even if his eyebrows are still pinched together, his lips curled down into a frown.

'i could give you something that might help.'

by the time you've pulled his briefs down to his ankles, his face has neutralized, even though his hands are still on his hips. you drop to your knees, ignoring the chill of the italian marble. he smiles a little, then, puts a hand on top of your head.

you don't go slow, you don't want to, and he doesn't let you. he pulls your hair and jerks his hips into your mouth. you take him all, using your hands to spread the slick from gagging on him several times around. of course, he talks you through it, tells you exactly what to do and how he wants it in that deep, raspy voice, which only gets deeper when he's turned on.

'god, you're such a fucking slut.'

and you don't care about looking pretty while you blow him. no, you might normally try to be cute about it, but when he's mean it only makes you more feral. you choke and gasp until tears run from the corner of your eyes and you're drooling, straddling his foot and grinding yourself against his black prada oxford's.

you whine and mewl around him, mouth so full the noises are unintelligible. 'you're so pathetic,' he groans, looking down at you, and you can tell he's getting close because his voice doesn't have the same conviction as before. 'that's it, atta girl, just take it.'

the more you allow yourself to get into it, the more turned on you get. the more turned on you are, the more desperate and filthy you want to feel. it just keeps building, compounding. until you take him just a little too far and retch. 'easy, easy.' kendall pulls back, his voice stern.

glancing up, he almost looks concerned. he scolds you. 'control yourself.'

you're pissed that it nearly sobers you up. 'shhh,' you hiss, swat his hand away from where it's landed on your cheek.

'okay, fine, if you fuckin' want it that bad.' his fingers fist the back of your head again.

immediately, you wrap your lips back around his cock. you use both hands to jerk him while you suck on his tip, bobbing your head and humming around him.

he gets quiet, and that's your cue. he's not great at using his words when he's about to come, but it's a good indication to keep up the rhythm you've built and not stop under any circumstances.

'uh-huh, that's-fuck!' ken makes sure he's buried in the back of your throat when he comes, hard, his hips stilling their movements, but he keeps your head in place with both his hands until he's sure you've swallowed everything he has to give you.

at some point, you pull away and slump against the back of the couch. your eyes are watering, your face feels impossibly hot, and your jaw aches. it's hard to see straight, so you cover your eyes with your hand.

'jesus,' kendall mutters your name.

you peek at him between your fingers to see him squat down. now he's on the same level as you. he moves your hand away from your face, a look of genuine curiosity etched in his features. you'd never blown him like that before. 'where'd that come from, sweetheart?'

'it's dumb,' you shake your head, a little embarrassed. 'i listened to this podcast...'

the corners of his eyes crinkle as he smiles, hand under your chin so you are forced to look at him. 'uh-huh?' he asks. 'at home all day fuckin' uh....taking notes on how to give me good head?'

'shut up,' you go to smack his head away, feeling a new warmth rise to your cheeks, but he grabs your wrist and hauls you against his chest, nose poking into your hair, lips on your cheek.

'is there, uh, anything else they had to say on there i might be interested in learning about?'

'potentially,' you answer. 'if you have all night...'

he laughs, a comforting rumble right into your ear. 'i do.'

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ head spinning, heart full ]❜

━━━ .°˖✧ requested by 🖤❗️ anon (at the end) ˚₊ ⊹

ft. hex haywire x gn! reader — xsoleil, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ hex likes to act out on purpose just so that you’ll punish him┊1.3k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub hex┊masochism (hex), this is pretty filthy, established relationship, bratting/brat taming, degredation, spitting (in his mouth-), edging & handjobs, bondage (shibari) & blindfolds, mentioned pictures, dacryphilia, impact play (spanking), mention of safe words, hair pulling, hella rushed ending

➤ author's note: i like the idea of a guy who is bigger than me getting bent over my lap and spanked idk you’re just as bad as me if you’re still reading┊first part inspired by this (clip)

masochist! hex haywire who will take any opportunity to rile you up with a sly smirk on his handsome face, he loves being a mischievous little shit and getting in trouble. his absolute favorite method is teasing you in public, running his fingers up your thigh, wrapping his arms around your waist, whispering about how much he wants you with his low, husky voice— anything really that was subtle enough to go noticed by others, but had you flustered and glaring at him to cut it out. he really is the worst, relentless in his pursuit to get you just as horny as he is until you pull him into an isolated corner for a quick fuck. sometimes you even threaten to chain him up in front of everyone like the mutt he was if he was that much of an attention whore, but that always gets him even more excited and enticed to continue his vexing behavior more intensely.

masochist! hex haywire who everyone thinks is in charge of the relationship since everything about him screams dominant, from his mannerisms to has people yielding for him to his towering presence that has them in his shadow. he’s so tall and handsome with a gentle and mature personality to balance out his flirtatious streaks, any synonym of “submissive” simply doesn’t feel right when he’s the subject of the sentence. however, he’s only like that in the public eye to keep up the appearances, because behind closed doors when there isn’t a soul to witness the drastic change in behavior, he’s your obedient toy who’ll eagerly take anything you throw at him with a pliant smile on his face. the contrast between him in and outside the bedroom is so drastic that it almost makes you laugh whenever you think of it.

masochist! hex haywire who likes to play innocent when you finally drag him home, pretending that he doesn’t know what you’re talking about and feigning shock you begin to tear his clothes of then tie up him up. if he really wanted to, he could fight back and turn it on you, it would be so easy to have you writing under him and apologizing for being so mean to him after he was only being playful. you both know that he won’t: he wants you to pin him to the bed, he wants you to be cruel to him, he wants you to toy with him like a ken doll, he wants you to make him suffer as punishment for trying to embarrass you earlier, and he wants you to step on him while degrading him for being a filthy manwhore.

masochist! hex haywire who can’t even express how euphoric he feels when you narrow your eyes at him and look at him like dirt, pinching his chin to force his mouth open and spit a glob of saliva on his tongue then watching him swallow it gratefully. his nude body was splayed out on the queen-sized mattress like a work of art with the ropes bound around his limbs, the ribbons digging into his flesh and wrapped around his limbs in an intricate pattern fastened with knots that resembled little roses— all topped off with a blindfold fastened securely around his head so that he can’t see a thing.

masochist! hex haywire who’s so pathetic, especially when he starts moaning like a bitch when he feels your lube-drenched hand wrapping around his throbbing cock to steadily jerk him off. he has to bite on his bottom lip to hold himself back, bucking his hips closer to your touch but being restrained from doing so much as arching his back. it felt like torture, but it exactly the way he wanted, to be completely at your mercy as you retract just as he’s on the cusp of releasing. you know him too well, able to read the signs that he’s close like words in a novel, and you always know how to make the most out of that knowledge.

masochist! hex haywire who is truly a masterpiece, shivering slightly in the cold air even though he was hot enough to have his lungs heaving for breath and beads of sweat stick his hair after all of your edging (even though the bondage made panting more difficult since he was rendered unable to move an inch). the way the red from the silk and the marks littering his skin contrasted with his blue hair as well as the focus on his angry cock slapped against his stomach with beads of pre-cum leaking out the tip from your previous ministrations. he would probably blush to look down at the sight of himself if his vision wasn’t obscured by the black piece of fabric reminding you to quickly snap a photo so that you could show him later (bonus points if it was in public to make him feel just like you did earlier in the day because of him).

masochist! hex haywire who gets exhilarated when you tug on one of the ropes around his chest to pull him over your lap, breath hitching at your hand trailing down his spine as you ask him if he remembered the safe word in place. his heart was beating impossibly fast as he nodded obediently and answered it back to you, knowing exactly what you had in store for him and allowing a meek plea to follow it to confirm that he wanted this just as much as you did. even if he wasn’t blindfolded, there was no way to see how high your hand was raised for how much force was going to be behind it. all he could do was squirm in anticipation and have you hold him still, promptly smacking your palm against his ass.

masochist! hex haywire who jolted at the sudden sensation, surprised that you had already started without edging him even more. he could hear the sound of the impact reach his ears before the strike registered in his mind, a sharp whip cracking in contrast to the dull pain beginning to form. you gently rubbed circles around the area to smooth the sting, but not without telling him to keep count because you will punish him with however many were required for him to learn his lesson. maybe about ten would be a good start, giving and taking more or less depending on his reactions.

masochist! hex haywire whose voice becomes increasingly shakier with every heavy hit, swearing and gasping while sputtering out numbers. being unable to move or see only heightened all of his other senses, able to hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and feel his flesh getting sensitive with just the third spank. he could only imagine how he looked slung over your lap and having his cock dripping onto the sheets below as his tender ass transitioned to a pretty rose color from his ivory skin, wildly blushing at the thought as he lets out a pained yet pleasurable moan with the fifth slap. you suddenly stopped your motions and tugged on his blue hair, making his eyes roll back to his skull behind the fabric as you asked him if he was ready to apologize for his bad behavior or if he was going to continue being a brat about it.

masochist! hex haywire who only chuckled in response. all he had to do was say sorry and you’ll let up? well, unfortunately for you, he isn’t going to ask for forgiveness about something he had no regrets about. you sighed at his blatant refusal, disappointed but not surprised, knowing that he was having too much fun to want to stop now. that’s okay though, the night was still young and you had plenty of energy and patience to discipline him even if it took all night. you always were able to reduce someone as stubborn as him to a crying mess that was just begging for your mercy with promises that he’ll never do it again.

request was [ i’ve seen a lot of images that hex oftenly uses that include him being tied up, and i’ve seen or heard somewhere that he likes to being tied up and suffering .. so may i req masochism with sub hex haywire? fic is completely up to you! ]

[kylelovskii]

Hi darling! How are you? How have you been? Sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to request if that's alright! And I hope that the requests are open, if not, you can totally ignore this!

So I wanted to request smut for Kyle, Kenny & Tweek react to their girlfriend wear a lingerie?

Tysm! Have a lovely day/night and take care!!!

i’m doing well! thank you for asking. you’re not bothering at all, either! i love writing for people. requests are always open.

i love this idea! you have an awesome day or night as well!! 💗💗

tw!! smut (kind of), suggestive themes, sub kyle, sub tweek, dom kenny, hints of a blow job, kyle wears glasses bc i say so, fingering, panties used as a gag lolol, if i miss any lmk!!

kyle !

⭐️ i feel like he’d enjoy some green or brown lingerie

⭐️ is totally nervous when you show him

⭐️ just becomes a huge mess when you sit down on top of him

“okay, kyle, open your eyes.”

and he does, removing his hands from his face so he can see.

he goes beet red, immediately covering his eyes again.

you laugh, strutting over to him and taking your place on his lap. “what’s wrong? let me see you.”

he sighs when he feels your weight on top of him. you reach up and gently remove his hands. “look, i even got your favorite color.”

he whines and looks away, screwing his eyes shut. “kyle if you don’t quit closing your eyes, i’ll give you a reason to,” you snap at him.

“i’m sorry, you just make me nervous,” he mutters, looking down at his hands, then quickly back up at you. you laugh, “oh, hon. i know.”

you reach your hands up his white t-shirt, rubbing your hands up and down his sides. he whimpers and tries to keep his eyes on you, his face getting redder by the second.

“why don’t you take off your hat,” you tell him. it’s less of a question, more of a demand. he lets out a sigh and lifts his shaky hand to pull it off his head. his red curls fall free, cupping his face perfectly.

“take off your glasses for me, too,” you say, moving your hands up to his chest, making him squirm. he whines at this, taking both hands this time, even shakier than before. he slowly removes his glasses and places them carefully on the table beside the couch.

“you’re being very whiny..why’s that?” you ask, slithering off kyle and down to your knees in between his legs. “i’m just..anxious. y-you look so good, it’s making me nervous.”

you unzip his pants, tugging them down, his hard on now very visible. you giggle at his reply, “well, why don’t we fix that for you?”

he laughs nervously as you start to pull down his boxers. his cock springs free and you kiss the tip, making him whine, “ohh god..”

“shh, kyle. let me make you feel good.”

kenny !

⭐️ i feel like he’d love black lingerie

⭐️ when she sees you, he gets a sense of power like “wow i can do anything i want to that woman.”

⭐️ definitely gets all cocky and takes the lead

“okay, ken, i’m done.”

kenny opens his eyes, looks you up and down, then smirks. “god, you are just- wow.”

“do you really like it? i got black just for you,” you smile, spinning around so kenny could see everything.

“i noticed. you look smokin’,” he laughs. kenny lifts his hand and wiggles two of his fingers, signaling you to come over to him.

you giggled and skip over to him, knowing he’s gonna give you what you’ve been want. you straddle him, and he takes a peek down your cleavage. “whatcha lookin’ at?” you ask, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“yer tits, obviously,” he teases, running his hands all over the black lace. he pulls at the bra strap and lets it go. you sigh at the stinging sensation it leaves on your shoulder.

grinning, kenny trails his hands further down, smoothing over your clothed cunt. you hum as you follow his pretty hands.

“can i get this off you? make you feel good?” he asks. consent is key.

“of course, ken. do whatever you want,” you say, lifting up your hips a little so he can slip off the black panties.

kenny hooks his fingers on the lace and pulls it down, slipping the material off of you. he shoves the fabric in your mouth, then manhandles you just a little, forcing you to lie down as he gets on top of you. your muffled giggles filled the room.

“i’m gonna make you feel real good,” he tells you as he rubs his thumb over your clit. you whine and nod, then kenny pushes a finger in.

“don’t make a single sound.”

tweek !

⭐️ i think he’d like red or a dark green

⭐️ he’s like kyle but WAYY more shaky and nervous

⭐️ bro just freaks out

“i’m ready, tweek.”

tweek looks up from whatever he’s doing. he turns to you and his eyes widen like saucers.

“OH GOD!” he shrieks. tweeks face immediately turns a bright pink and his hands fly to his face to cover it up. a concerned look makes itself known on your face. “what? do you not like it?”

“n-no- i love it! you just..u-uhh..” he trails off, deciding to slowly let his hands fall from his face. “goodness, honey, you look like a tomato!” you giggle, strutting over to him and placing your hands on his cheeks, the warmth making your hands feel less cold than before.

“ohh god..” he sighs as you take your place in his lap. “see? i got the color you like. i got the best one i could find,” you tease as you start to mess with the uneven buttons of his shirt. he avoids eye contact, twitching a little at each button you undo.

“cmon, sweetheart, talk to me,” you say, smoothing your hand over his stomach. his breathing is unsteady and he’s shaking behind belief. “y-you look n-nice! you’re just..uhm..making me anxious.”

“really? oh, tweek, when are you not anxious?” you laugh, moving your hands down to his belt. his unsteady breaths start to get heavy. he swallows hard as he looks down to your hands. “n-never..?” he dragged out.

“maybe i can calm you down, huh? how does that sound?” you appealed. “good..” he mumbled under his breath. you smiled and started to palm him through his boxers. tweek let out a loud whine. he wasn’t very hard to please, not to mention very loud.

“shh, inside voice,” you giggled, just trying to mess with him. “it’s- it’s k-kind of hard to do that.”

“oh yeah? i can imagine,” you said, moving your hand a bit faster than before. tweek let out high-pitched moan. “you’re gonna- make me- uhh..”

“what? cum? i bet you are, you don’t take much,” you teased, getting closer to his face, pecking his trembling lips. “you gonna cum your pants, tweek?”

“w-what!? n-no! i-” he starts, but you cut him off like traffic, “are you sure? you’re dangerously close. i can tell,” you laughed.

“go on, tweek, cum. i know you’re going to.” you gave him a smug look, but then that look faded.

“i-i can hoo-ld out.”

[ryanandtherealgirl]

Good Boy (NSFW 18+)

Lars Lindstrom x reader

Pairing: Subby!Lars x fem!reader

Summary: just a smutty blurb about dry-humping Lars with no plot whoops.

CW: NSFW, Fluffy smut, shy and hesitant Lars, nervous Lars, y'know how he is. dry humping, cumming quickly.

Notes: NSFW!! 18+ ONLY!! Sorry it's short, Sorry the punctuation isn't consistent. if people like it/want more I could do a part 2? Just let me know. My inbox is open!

additional notes: I was very inspired by @ken-dom's work. She writes Lars so beautifully. He is my favorite goose character and I'm so thankful to her for writing so much amazing content about him. <3

You were perched on Lars’ lap. Straddling him with your legs on either side of his thighs as he sat on his bed in his small garage. You had his face in your hands as you kissed him feverishly. He was kissing you back, straightening his spine to push his lips into yours further. He let out a little moan as you started pushing your tongue into his mouth. His hands were gripping your hips so tight, holding you in place on his lap. 

The kiss was sloppy and wet and you were loving every second of it so much you couldn’t help but moan wantonly into his mouth and roll your hips against his lap. 

He sucked in a breath at your movement and your hands fell from his face as he pulled away slightly to look down and away from you, he squeezed his eyes shut and held in a breath. 

“Lars?” You asked concerned “are you okay? Did I hurt you? We can stop if you want.” You offered quickly. 

Afraid that you had pushed him too far and embarrassed that you were so aroused that you lost control of yourself, you made a move to crawl off of his lap but his strong hands flexed to hold you firmly in place. 

“No.” he let out the breath he was holding. “I’m not hurt- you didn’t hurt me.” he said still looking away from you. 

“Then what is it, sweetheart?” You asked. You slipped your hand under his chin gently to get him to look at you. 

His sparkling blue eyes met yours as his eyebrows knitted together. He took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. 

“I just- I” He paused to take another deep breath. “When you did that,” his eyes looked down to where you were joined at the hips, a blush was visible on his cheeks “I felt like I might..” He trailed off. Looking away ashamed. The blush on his cheeks was really prominent now. 

“Ohhh” the realization dawned on you and you felt your heart skip a beat. You felt so relieved that it was because of pleasure that he pulled away and not pain. Confidence swelled in your chest. “You thought you might cum?” You pressed boldly, smiling at him with unabashed lust. 

Lars made a surprised noise at the last word you spoke and dropped his head down to your chest, where he hid his face in embarrassment. He couldn’t believe you could talk to him in such a dirty way with such confidence. It made his dick throb under you. 

“You can be honest with me, baby.” you cooed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through the messy, dark blonde hair on the back of his head. Holding his face to your chest gently. “You can tell me it felt so good it almost made you cum in your pants.” 

Lars shuddered from your words.

“I can’t say that!” he whined, his voice muffled by the fuzzy sweater you were wearing. 

“Yes you can.” you soothed, the pads of your fingers massaging his scalp. “It would turn me on so much to hear you say that.” You assured him. 

His head sprung up from your chest and his eyes met yours once again, this time his pupils were blown out so big the darkness was swallowing up the beautiful blue of his eyes.

“It would?” Was all he asked. His eyes searched your face for the truth, not believing that his words could have that effect on you. 

“It really, really would” You breathed as you rolled your hips into his again, feeling his hard cock straining against his pants under your clothed core. 

He let out a little whimper and his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips above the waistband of your skirt. Lars was so flustered, his heart was beating so fast but he was determined to please you, so he mustered up all his courage and spoke: 

“You feel so good.” He whined. It was all he could get out. It was enough for you because you rolled your hips into his again and he crashed his lips into yours. This kiss was different. It was even more desperate and this time he was the one who pushed his tongue past your open lips as you moaned. You had started rocking your hips over his again and again. His hardened cock was hitting your bundle of nerves so deliciously despite the layers of clothing separating you two. 

He wrapped his strong arms completely around your torso pulling you impossibly closer to him as you rocked on top of him. 

He was letting out whimpers, gasps, and moans in between kisses as you set a steady pace. He almost let himself get nervous at how embarrassingly quickly his release was building up but before he could worry you would roll your hips over his cock again and his mind would go blank with white-hot pleasure. 

“Does it feel good, Lars?” You moaned needing to hear him, needing him to be vocal for you. 

“Yes” he squeaked out “yes it feels too good, it’s too- it’s too much, Angel, I’m gonna cum” he was now sloppily jerking his hips up into yours, meeting some of your movements halfway as he couldn’t really keep track of your pacing, too concerned with chasing his own pleasure. 

“Good boy.” You praised. “Cum for me, cum all in your pants just from dry humping me” You whined. 

That was it for him, the combination of you calling him a ‘Good boy’ and the way your voice was whining when you spoke to him, breaking with your own intense arousal, had him twitching and shooting his hot cum into his boxers under his pants. He buried his face into your chest as he gripped your body so tightly, holding onto you for dear life as he bucked his hips into yours weakly riding out the after effects of his intense orgasm. He was shuddering against you as his thigh muscles spasmed underneath you. 

“Such a gooood boy for me” You soothed as you smoothed the hair on his head and kissed the top of it. 

He breathed out a whimper in response. 

It took him a second to catch his breath and collect his thoughts. 

“I-I’m a good boy?” He breathed, still clutching you. “But I didn’t even..” he pulled back to meet your eyes.

You shushed him, knowing exactly what he was going to say.  “No it wasn’t about me, it was about you and you came for me, just like I asked. You did so good.” You praised, carding your fingers through his hair lovingly. Lars couldn’t help but smile at your praise and your affectionate touch. 

“I want to do better, I want to-“ he stopped, so embarrassed by his next words “I want to make you cum” he said with his eyes shut tightly, feeling more confident saying it if he didn’t have to look into your eyes. 

Your heart soared at his sentiment, you knew it must have taken a lot of his courage to use that phrasing, saying explicit things like that was outside of his comfort zone. 

You beamed at him, even though his eyes were still closed and you leaned in to plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose. His eyes opened at that and his blue gaze met yours. 

“I want that too, Lars” you breathed. 

He smiled at this. 

“Whenever you’re ready, it doesn’t have to be today or even soon-“ You started to assure him. 

“Now?” He asked 

“Now?” You repeated, dumbfounded. Not entirely sure you heard him correctly. 

“I…I’d like to try now.” he said, a determination in his eyes you’d never seen before. 

You were speechless, and all you could do was smile back at him and nod. 

[ken-dom]

Sex On The Beach

Ken x reader

Summary: Ken's new to a lot of things in the real world. You know, like sex. And cocktails.

Author's notes: This is set at no specific time but Ken has a penis, and I just wanted to give him a little boost. A sexy one.

Warnings/content: nsfw - smut, reader has a vagina, mention of hand jobs, cum play, cream pie, praise, first time, glittery Ken cum! ✨

'How does it feel, baby?'

Ken is brought back to you at the sound of your voice, his lungs abruptly filling with breath and his eyes rolling back into place.

'Warm... r-really warm and s-soft... ohhh-'

'Yeah? You like it?' you smile down at him.

He nods eagerly, biting his lip and whining because he can’t think clearly enough to speak anymore.

You roll your hips slowly, keeping a careful and steady pace. He’s so deliciously responsive and so blissed out already that you’re afraid to go too fast and overwhelm him; as amazing as he feels, stretching and filling you with his perfect, pretty, plastic cock, you're able to keep your composure for now where he lost his the moment you sank down onto him.

'Good boy, Ken... you're doing so good for me,' you praise him.

He whimpers and bites his lip, and your heart skips a beat. It's almost endearing, the way he responds to your words.

You caress his cheek with your palm, needing to feel closer, to show him the affection he’s so desperate for, and he presses his face into the warmth of your touch.

Needy little thing aren't you? you think, watching him writhe and blush prettily beneath you. Gorgeous.

You finally begin to speed up, chasing your own pleasure and equally wanting to test the water, see how he reacts.

And boy do you get a reaction.

Loud moans and gasps punctuate each breath he takes while his fingertips grip desperately at the sheets, almost pulling them clean off the bed beneath him.

His jaw drops, his eyes screw shut, and fuck, he looks as though he's cumming already.

'You can touch me,' you pant, caressing his cheek. 'You can ask for what you want-'

'P-please- feels so good- d-don't stop!' he cries, finally grabbing your hips instead of the sheets, sighing shakily as he kneads your flesh.

You hope he’ll leave bruises, but you don't tell him that for now. He might not understand yet, and you don't want him to worry about it.

'Don't worry, baby, I won't stop. You're safe with me, just focus on how it feels...'

He looks so fucking irresistible, perfect hair now mussed and cheeks flushed pink.

You lean forward to swallow him into a deep kiss, and the new angle, with the way he’s bucking his hips up into you, sends a jolt of pleasure sparking through every nerve in your body.

You moan his name then, and to him it sounds like he's the only thing you'll ever need.

It ends him.

His back arches off the bed and he practically screams out, strangled and excited and overwhelmed - and comically high pitched as he pants and whines down from his high, trembling beneath you.

His fingertips drive so hard into your hips that you groan at the sweet pleasure-pain, your walls contracting around him to squeezing out every last drop of that glittery, pink cum you love so much. You must have given him at least ten handjobs this past week alone just to witness the beauty of it spilling in shimmering, ample amounts from his slit again and again.

As your climaxes subside and you're left face to face, breath hot on each other's faces, Ken gazes up at you as though you're the most important thing in the world to him.

'WOW,' he bursts, breathless and wide-eyed, 'that felt... different.' He turns pensive, brows knitting.

'Good different?'

'Really good different,' he beams.

Carefully, you shift to lay beside him, easing off his cock slowly. Even with your consideration, he feels cold and somehow empty now that he's no longer inside you.

He immediately rolls onto his side to gaze at you. With anyone else this would be uncomfortably intense, but with Ken it feels right somehow.

'Was I... did I...' he hesitates, unsure. 'Did I make you feel good too?'

'Yes, Ken. You made me cum so hard,' you smile, turning to face him properly, pecking his lips.

He lets out a little giggle. 'And my glitter... my cum... it's inside you now?'

You laugh softly. 'Yes, inside me. Just how I wanted it to be.'

He nods, understanding yet slightly bemused, a smug expression crossing his handsome face.

'Ken... do you want to do it again?' you offer, dragging a finger teasingly down his side.

His eyes light up. 'Really?'

'Yes, really. I seriously need another dose of your Kenergy.'

He closes his eyes to calm himself, bringing a fist up to his lips and uttering a quiet but excited, 'Sublime!' under his breath. He flips over onto his back to assume your previous arrangement, but you pull him back to you, slipping your hands up into his soft hair, burying your face in the crook of his neck, making him mewl.

'There are different positions we could try...' you whisper, guiding him on top of you and wrapping your legs around his waist.

He lets out a delighted little, 'Ooh!' at how closely you're entangled, revelling in your embrace.

'You were so good and...I trust you, Ken. I need you.'

Ken's lip quivers as he holds back a sob. He was already hard again, eager as ever, but now you've told him he did a good job at making you feel good? That you need more of what he can do?

A bead of glittery slick drips, glinting, from his cock and he groans at the sensation of fleeting relief before forcing himself back to the present with you, hungry for your attention.

'M-maybe I should change my job,' he mumbles, clearly proud of whatever he's thought up.

'Yeah, what too, Ken?' you smile up at him.

'Sex and Beach,' he drawls, a mildly cocky glint in his eye. 'Y'know, instead of just Beach.'

'How about sex on the beach?' you joke, but he doesn't quite get it.

'Y-you can do that? Oh-'

Another thick pearl of sparkling pre-cum leaks down his throbbing shaft at the thought and his head drops as he tries hard to compose himself long enough to last for you.

'I'll take you for one. Sex first though. Then sex on the beach.'

He nods, serious and dutiful as he slowly slides back inside you, trying not to think too hard about why you referred to having sex in his favourite place as 'taking him for one.'

It doesn't matter anyway. Sex and Beach with you. That's all that matters right now.

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Mix 'n Match

Pairings: Uuhh, various combos. It's an orgy, so expect some mixing and matching. No Mikey/Draken because I view them as brothers-in-law

Warnings: Tall male!reader, dom/top!reader + Draken (he's technically a vers) + Hanma, sub/bottom!Takemichi + Mikey + Kisaki, rough sex, rimming, blowjobs, doggy style, anal, biting

Genre/Format: Smut; Scenarios

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I have orgies on the mind I guess. Because I'm thinking about something with Reader, Takemichi, Mikey, Draken, Hanma, and Kisaki

It begins with a lot of swapping spit. Some gentle neck kisses, some not so gentle. Lots of roaming hands and hot breaths

Then it truly kicks off with Reader bouncing Mikey on his cock, who's moaning like a little whore while Takemichi sucks him off with flushed cheeks. Not too far away lies Hanma on the floor, Draken is riding his fat dick while Kisaki rides his face (while also desperately attempting to avoid eye contact with Draken)

Then everybody plays musical chairs and swaps partners plus positions. Next, Draken is pounding Takemichi's ass with inhuman speed, gripping his cute hips hard enough to bruise. Over to one side is Reader fucking Kisaki to within an inch of his life, sucking on the man's chest and groaning intensely. On the couch is Mikey laying on his back, squealing as Hanma gives him a rimjob, the little blond's legs are held up so that Hanma has full access to shove his tongue inside Mikey's hole

After that the three tall guys pick one of the shorter subs to fuck doggy style. The three of you make a kind of circle with your subs kneeling on the floor, faces mere inches apart. Draken takes Kisaki, Hanma takes Mikey, and Reader takes Takemichi

Draken is rough as shit with poor Kisaki; tugging at his hair, slapping his adorable ass, forcing the sub to call him 'sir' unless he wants to be punished. The sheer volume of Draken's hips slamming against Kisaki's sounds downright painful

Hanma fucks Mikey so fast that the little thing goes nonverbal. His fat ass jiggles with every sharp thrust, but his eyes are unfocused and his lips are parted while his hole gets completely ruined by Hanma; Hanma who is also busy littering the leader's neck with hickeys

Reader has poor Takemichi wailing from overstimulation. He's been jerking the sub's little dick for at least twenty minutes straight, plowing his tight ass that whole time as well. Whispering filthy praise into Takemichi's ear while tears stain his skin and fall onto his hands

All the while the three subs are made to make out with each other, breathlessly kissing and moaning as they're railed. There's not a single moment of silence in the room. You can either hear skin slapping skin, wet kissing noises, moaning, grunting, crying, wet sounds from your cocks slipping in and out of your subs' holes, or a filthy combination of those things

By the end of your little party, everyone is exhausted but satisfied. Aftercare consists of cleaning yourselves and each other up (because the three subs might as well count as passed out now), followed by so much cuddling, kissing, and praise all around

Idk just a thought

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

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Promise Me This (Kaorijaku x Jin Itadori)

Writing this was…honestly a fever dream. I did NOT mean for Jin to be this unhinged, JESUS CHRIST. Kenjaku is reffered to with he/him pronouns (except for wife) but has fem!body parts cuz…well, Kaori. This is also under the HC that the Itadori family, while not exactly sorcerers, weren't completely oblivious to the world of curses. Anyways, no beta'd smexy-times under the cut, so minors or anybody not comfortable with that DNI pls.

Word Count: 2730-ish words of Kenjaku having the time of his life and Jin being a maniac

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS⚠️

Soft Dom!Jin Itadori. Jin being just…absolutely UNG-FUCKING-HINGED in this, like, he dives face first off the deep end. Kenjaku being a complete slut and bottom for Jin (like, srsly, he is down HORRENDOUSLY BAD for his man), ft. his breeding kink and a little OOC. Multiple orgasms. Monsterfucking. Body horror cuz Kaorijaku. Squirting. Jin makes out with Kenjaku's brain mouth. Everything's consensual, tho and ends in kinda fluff? Would you consider that fluff? Does that make it worse? I don't know.

It was amusing the first few weeks, but Kenjaku's had enough of it; deciding he might as well rip the bandaid off.

"Why do you pretend, Jin?"

"Pretend what?"

Kenjaku huffed, humans could be so interesting (and infuriating), sometimes. Jin may have been grieving, but he wasn't an idiot, and Kenjaku knew this. Sensed it in how cautious he'd been when they first met, though…that didn't stop him from playing around with what he could get away with. Yet, still, ever since 'Kaori' came back, the both of them had settled into an awkward domestic bliss which was…quite intriguing. Actually, that was a lie. Kenjaku very much enjoyed it. Jin was fun to prod and play around with; watching the mix of confusion, horror and sometimes arousal from the other was just…

It was so much fun.

Though, during the time they were together, nothing too intimate ever happened. They'd cuddle, hug, sleep in the same bed together, take baths together, and he'd never miss how tenderly the other would touch his scars when he thought he was asleep - a strange development in the past month - but nothing more than that. Hell, Jin never once even kissed him all this time, despite the curse's relentless flirting - which was NOT something Kenjaku enjoyed.

Clearly he knew something was off, and yet…

"Kaori?" The water stopped running, and Jin put the last of the dishes onto the drying rack, before going over to his late wife and wrapping his arms around him. "I'm not pretending anything, silly."

"You know something's wrong with me."

"…yes."

"And yet you still play make believe with me?"

"I do."

"…" Kenjaku sighed. "Care to tell me why?"

"I told you…" Jin's lips trail over Kenjaku's neck, not kissing but…definitely teasing.

Oh, this was new!

The curse couldn't help but the smile that formed on his lips. Jin's touch was sending delightful shivers throughout his body, and it made Kenjaku almost ecstatic that he was finally initiating something. His next words though, practically had a growing heat start to pool in between his legs.

"I'm not pretending."

"I don't know what you are…" Jin sighs, and Kenjaku doesn't realize how he chases the touch of the other's lips on his neck; too drunk on the way his body was feeling. "And I've decided I don't care. You brought Kaori back to me…even if she's not…you're not…"

"You still brought her back, in some way." Kenjaku feels Jin's grip on him tighten, most probably out of frustration, but he enjoys it regardless. "And if you want to play good little housewife, I can give you that."

"You're an interesting one, Jin." Kenjaku laughs. "I think…think I'll keep you."

"Say, your name…your real name…what is it?"

"Ken…K-Kenjaku. I've-I-I've heard, ah…" Shit, he was stuttering. Kenjaku smirks, feeling a pleasant dizziness but takes a deep and shaky breath to recompose himself. "H-heard you arguing with your old man, you know…a-about a child. Did you want one?"

Jin's breath hitches. "Yes…with her. It was a shared dream of ours…"

"I-I can still do that for you."

Jin is silent for a while, thinking. He could still have a child with her…oh, but who was he kidding? No, no. This woman in front of him wasn't just her, was it? Jin's grip on Kenjaku loosens just a little. Just so he can look at the other - this…this thing wearing the corpse of his wife - properly. Jin smiles softly at the realization that…perhaps, he really was going insane.

Because it wasn't just about Kaori, anymore.

"Do you want one? Hm?" Jin's eyes pierce through Kenjaku, even though his smile is kind. The curse is caught completely off-guard by the intensity of his gaze, and it makes the heat pooling in between his legs only grow more. The pink haired man tilts his head, finding his lips and Kenjaku swears he stopped breathing for a good minute as Jin continued to gently kiss him. A strangled noise escapes Kenjaku's throat when he feels Jin's tongue slowly lap at his bottom lip. "With me?"

"I-I…" For the first time in a while, Kenjaku is speechless. He simply laughs, before kissing the other back. Shit, he didn't realize how ecstatic he'd been until he was feverishly exploring Jin's mouth with his tongue.

Before the both of them know it, they're naked in their shared bed, Jin passionately lapping at his wife's dripping folds. Kenjaku can't help the noises that come out of his mouth. "Y-yes! God, ye-"

A hand harshly grabs at his throat and squeezes hard. The curse sees Jin glare at him from between his legs, and it makes his cunt throb even more. "Be quiet. You'll get your turn."

Kenjaku can only whimper and whine when Jin continues to feverishly lick and taste him, dragging his tongue up from his folds up to his clit and occasionally sucking on the sensitive nub eagerly. The curse gasps for air when Jin releases his grip, dizzy and ecstatic, before whining when Jin inserts a finger. Another easily slips in, shortly after.

"I'm so happy…your body still remembers me, Kaori." Jin laughs quietly, and Kenjaku is chokes on a sob when Jin curls his fingers - fucking that wonderful spot inside him while scissoring him open. The pink haired man smiles softly as he glances at the curse above him, the look going completely unnoticed by said curse who was lost to the pleasure. Jin closes his eyes and begins to suck on his clit, fucking the curse with his mouth and fingers.

"A-aah, fuck-Jin!" Kenjaku practically mewls as he bucks his hips, gripping onto Jin's hair and grinding himself on his tongue and fingers. It only takes a few more moments until Kenjaku finds himself coming undone, entire body shaking as Jin rides him through his orgasm.

Kenjaku feels strangely empty, though not unsatisfied, when Jin pulls his fingers out, giving his clit one last tender kiss before getting up. It takes several breaths before the curse can speak again. "I-I…what abo-"

His words die in his throat when Jin hooks the other's legs around his hips, caging Kenjaku underneath him. The curse can feel Jin's cock, deliciously hard and leaking against his cunt, and what the other says next has Kenjaku's legs go weak.

"Your turn now, Kenjaku."

Jin says into his ear, low and hungry, but then stays silent and still for a while. The curse can tell he's thinking of something, and he can't help but feel intrigued. His arms find their way around his shoulders, not realizing how tenderly he strokes the others back.

"Tell me what's on your mind, Ji-…n…" Kenjaku's words die in his throat when he meets Jin's eyes. They're hungry, and it makes his cunt ache again. Only...he wasn't looking at his wife's eyes, he was looking somewhere a little higher.

"Stitches. Off."

His eyes go wide. "What?"

"It's where you are, isn't it? And I told you, it's your turn." Kenjaku goes still for a while, shocked, but then just starts giggling; giddy and elated. "You know…normal people can't see my kind. U-us curses, we're-"

"Take them off, Kenjaku."

Kenjaku smiles, and wordlessly does as he's told. Fluids leak from his head as he parts the cut to reveal the light pink flesh underneath. Jin finally sees the curse for the first time in months. The curse doesn't miss how soft his eyes become, and watches as he carefully traces his thumb over the curse's mouth. "There you are…"

"Ah, my bad. So I correct about you lot…"

Jin sinks himself into the other's cunt, hissing at how hard Kenjaku's walls suck him in - though with how wet the other was it was easier than expected to slip inside. The curse nearly comes undone again, then and there. He's never felt this full, before and it felt incredible. Jin's lips meet the curse's actual mouth and has Kenjaku drooling and whimpering underneath the pink haired man, overwhelmed as Jin's tongue explores him completely. When he pulls away from the kiss, Kenjaku starts laughing, and Jin gives him a worried look. "Are you…are you alright?"

"G-god, you're insane, Jin Itadori…"

Jin huffs, smiling softly but not denying it. "I'm gonna move now, okay?"

Jin starts slow, but his cock deliciously drags against every part of the curse's cunt. The pink haired man smirks, feeling Kenjaku's nails leaving dents on his back as he holds onto him. "A-aah…f-fuck, I…"

Jin laughs softly. "Is this your first time?"

"A-as a woman, yes…" Kenjaku can't stop his legs from trembling as they wrap tightly around Jin. "I've…c-courted many in all my bodies as a man, but this is…I-I've never…"

"I'll take that as a compliment, then, but…let me make it better for you." Jin huffs. He didn't miss the implications of…of body hopping that this monster was capable of, but…well, he didn't particularly care at this point. He puts two of his fingers in his wife's mouth. "Be good and suck on this for me, yeah?"

The mischievous look in his eye doesn't go unnoticed by the curse, but Kenjaku simply does as he's told. Jin rewards him with a kiss on his real mouth and adjusts him a little, before thrusting with a steady and brutal pace and making the curse see stars. Despite his whining, Kenjaku's cunt sucks his cock in hungrily as he's brutally fucked by the other.

The nails that rake against Jin's back and arms break the skin and only serve to spur him on. Kenjaku sobs when Jin pulls away from the kiss and removes his fingers from his mouth. The curse greedily sucks and marks the other's neck using his wife's mouth, all while begging him with his actual one. "Ngh! God, d-don't stop! Fuck, p-please, Jin-!!"

"C'mon, louder. Let me hear you."

"Y-yes, oh god, Jin-!!!"

Jin's hips still and he groans as he fills Kenjaku. He takes a few breaths before slowly starting to move again; fucking his cum deeper into the curse. The feeling of so much of it inside him has Kenjaku seeing stars, but what sends him into another orgasm was the realization that Jin was going to get him pregnant at this rate.

He was actually going to carry this man's child.

"O-ooh, fuuuck…" Kenjaku's body tenses, cunt squeezing him deliciously hard that it has Jin hissing again. He notices Kenjaku breathing deeply, his body twitching and limp, and gives him an apologetic smile. His hand gently strokes the pink flesh of the curse.

"You okay?"

"D-don't. Stop." Kenjaku manages to say in between breaths. Jin laughs softly, kissing him tenderly on his mouth and making the curse dizzy with delight.

"If you say so." Jin smirks, before hooking Kenjaku's legs over his shoulders. The curse screams something in a dialect Jin can't understand, but was clearly some kind of Japanese, when the human somehow reaches even deeper into him; tip kissing the entrance to his womb with every thrust and shaft deliciously rubbing against a spot inside him that has Kenjaku nearly blacking out. Jin was reaching every part of him, the deepest parts of him, and it was incredible. The human forces his tongue inside Kenjaku's mouth, and the curse's eyes roll back - body completely tense and overwhelmed - when Jin begins rubbing on his sensitive clit. This was all so much.

Kenjaku was going to lose his mind at this rate…

Not that he was complaining, though.

Jin's pace picks up, and Kenjaku feels him twitching inside. It doesn't take long until Jin spills inside him with a few messy thrusts, the curse mewling when he feels him spill right on his cervix. Though Jin doesn't stop rubbing on his clit, and this has the curse squirting his own fluids and making a mess of both their legs shortly after. Kenjaku whimpers when Jin flips him on his stomach, though doesn't make a move to stop him at all, Jin's hand finding its way around his neck once more. Bringing him close to his face, the curse's back arching beautifully underneath the human.

"A-ah, Jin…please, I want-" Kenjaku is cut off by Jin's lips on his mouth, sucking and kissing him tenderly.

"Shhh, shhh…I know, baby." Jin pulls out nice and slow, leaving just the tip before harshly thrusting it back in. "You like that, yeah?"

"Ngh…n-need...p-please!" Kenjaku's cunt is practically leaking with how wet he was. Jin fucks him slow and brutal, cock dragging along every part of his insides before being slammed back in.

"Thaat's it…good." Jin huffs into his ear, licking and biting his neck before pulling away. Kenjaku feels his heat leave his back as Jin repositions himself, placing his hands on Kenjaku's hips as the curse's head rests on the bed. "M'gonna move a bit faster now, yeah?"

Kenjaku just nods frantically and his moans turn into screams when Jin ruts into him like an animal in heat. The curse screaming in that dialect that Jin can't understand. Kenjaku's eyes roll back, mind going blank as his cunt greedily sucks and squeezes Jin's cock with every thrust. They both lose count of how many orgasms and hours go by, as Jin ruthlessly makes love to Kenjaku and his wife, with all the pent up feelings he has for them both.

All Kenjaku knew was that his mind was going blank. His legs felt like literal jelly and it's as if his body was being torn apart. He's never felt this close to breaking without actually dying before.

It was incredible.

"A-aaah, you're doing so fucking good, Kenjaku. Cum for me one more time, yeah?" Jin bites his lip, Kenjaku can feel him twitching and throbbing inside him again. "Almost there, baby. I'm so close…"

Kenjaku smiles, nearly delirious with pleasure, as the thought of carrying this man's children sends him over the edge, again. His legs trembling as he spills even more of his fluids onto the bed. "J-Jin, o-oh fuuck-!"

With one last, hard thrust, Jin stills inside him again - cock fully sheathed and throbbing as he gives Kenjaku another thick load. His cunt milks him deliciously, but he feels Jin filling him beyond what he can take - hot streams of cum dripping down his thighs. Kenjaku's almost sad that so much is going to waste.

Jin groans and nearly pulls out but Kenjaku quickly grabs his wrist.

"S-stay. Stay inside me…" Kenjaku barely manages to say, completely fucked out of his mind. Jin looks at him softly, carefully moving him without pulling out, so the both of them can lie down in a more comfortable position.

For a long while, their breathing was the only sound there was.

"Th-that was…" Kenjaku finally breaks the silence, but is unable to continue his sentence.

"Good?" Jin gently kisses the curse on the mouth, again.

"Nearly the best I've had in a while…" Kenjaku gulps, and looks at Jin cautiously - dare Jin say he almost looked nervous. "Th-the world I'm in…it isn't known for being the nicest, you know. You should leave me, while you can. It's safer for you. Curses, we aren-"

"No." Jin huffs. "I am not. Leaving you."

Kenjaku is silent for a while. "Why?"

"You brought Kaori back to me, in some way, even if she isn't…I mean, you aren't…" He gently strokes the curse and sighs. "But I'm not staying for just Kaori…you understand that, right?"

"I…I see." Kenjaku can't help the way his stomach flutters, or the warmth that blooms in his chest upon hearing that. It was irrational, and yet...

Jin takes a deep breath. He knew staying with the other was practically a death sentence for him. However, if he was to be honest with himself...he didn't really care anymore. Only...he worried for his child. "Just…look, I know I won't last long with you. So please promise me something. Promise me you'll continue to watch over my child even if I'm gone."

"And if I don't?"

Jin rolls his eyes, knowing the other was just messing with him. "Then I'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

"All the better to break it, then." Kenjaku laughs softly, and decides - for once in his life - to do something stupid for reasons outside his plan. Jin makes a confused look as he feels something almost constricting him, but then Kenjaku plants his mouth on Jin's and seals that silent vow with a kiss. The feeling is gone as soon as it came. "But…you have my word, Itadori Jin."

WRITING THIS WAS WOWZERS MAN. 😬Also, "watching over" isn't necessarily the same as "taking care of". But, anyways, if you like my work, consider donating! Edit: WTF WHY DOES THIS HAVE 75 NOTES??? NOBODY LOOK AT THIS WHAT

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Taste of You - Ken x fem!reader - PART FOUR.FIVE

Heeyyy babes!! Your constant support and outpouring of love it SOO amazing, I truly never expected anyone to even read my writing and having so many of you tell me how much you like it is beyond anything I could have hoped for.

I hope you enjoy the latest .5 chapter, which, as has become custom, is simply the fun sm*t stuff that we all enjoy. Today’s entry had some sub!/dom! Roles, on both sides ;) so I’m eager to see how everyone likes it, what they like more, etc!! Also thanks to @aloheem for suggesting trying out a tickling idea to see how Ken reacts to it.

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Alright, without further ado, warnings and then let’s goooo.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY / sub!Ken/dom!reader / dom!Ken/sub!reader / mild non-con (never fully non because the sub! Is enjoying themselves and makes that clear) / light choking / spanking / bondage / overstimulation / new sensations / tickling / praise k!nk / oral fem! & male! receiving / ball touching / edging

Ken lay underneath you, helpless as you straddled his hips but bent down, eyes staring into his the entire time. He gasped and his entire body clenched as you bit down into the area where his hip bone and groin meet and sucked hard. The headboard rattled loudly as he attempted to jerk his hands toward to free them, but they remained tightly bound above his head much to his frustration. His eyes, never leaving yours, pleaded as loudly as they could, as you had forbidden him from speaking for the time being, begging, BEGGING you to let him do *something,* anything other than lay there and suffer this insanely incredible torture that he still wasn’t quite sure how to take.

“Mmmmm, yes baby.”

Ken’s voice cut through the experience just enough for you to open your eyes, blinking, your body hot and horny and your head trying to navigate the fact that you had just been dreaming.

“You’re finally awake.” Ken was spooning you, arms and legs tangled with yours, his forehead pressed into the back of your skull. He leaned forward so his lips were perfectly caressing your ear, sending a slight tickle down you when he spoke. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up for ages.”

Your eyes adjusted and you saw the clock. 4 a.m.

“Why would I be awake at 4, Ken?” But you already knew why. It had become almost routine at this point for Ken to somehow wake you during the night for your sexual escapades that hadn’t even begun to slow in their frequency.

“You were moaning in your sleep,” he snuggled closer to you. “I was hoping you’d wake so we could do whatever you were dreaming about in real life.” His lips captured your ear lobe and bit down just enough for another little spark to shoot down to your core. You giggled and tried to pull away but he held you close and started attacking your neck, which made you giggle more.

“Keeennn! Please,” you laughed, struggling.

“Mmmmm not until you tell me about your dream so I know what I need to do to you,” he chuckled.

You paused, thinking. Ken had become incredibly confident sexually in a very short period of time, but you wondered if having him submit to you would be something he would enjoy. You knew YOU would love it but you also worried perhaps he might take it the wrong way, or feel scared or…

“I’m waiting,” Ken reminded, breathing in your scent as he nuzzled into your neck again.

Well. You *were* incredibly horny right now, and honestly pissed off that Ken had woken you before your dream had reached completion. You decided you would try, and take it slow, and let him lead everything based on his comfort level.

You managed to turn yourself to face him, and he smiled so beautifully at you.

“Ken…I think I want to try something new tonight.”

His eyes lit up. Fair enough, he did always love learning new things whenever you would teach him.

“I need you to let go of me so I can show you.”

One of the only ways lately you *could* get Ken to let you out of his embraces was to bribe him with anything even mildly related to sex, and this was no different. He relaxed so you could move as you pleased, and you sat up and turned on the bedside light.

You looked serious and were working through how to start, since you hadn’t ever tried to be dominant in bed other than what you had done with Ken, and you wanted to work out how to make this hot for him without scaring him.

You reached your hand out and he took it, and you pulled him to the front of the bed until the two of you were both standing. You had on your tiny silk nightie that he loved to pull off of you, and of course he stood completely nude, tall and muscular and…ugh, those eyes, all smiling down at you so lovingly and just waiting.. oh fuck, okay fuck, focus.

“Ken,” you said quietly, your hand reaching out to rest on his lower abs. He took your free hand in his and kissed it, patiently waiting for you to explain.

“What I want to try tonight isn’t something we have really done before.”

He leaned his forehead into yours and hummed. “Okay?” He encouraged you to continue.

“Uhm…uh, what is a word you could automatically say, no matter what state your mind was in, to make someone stop what they were doing?”

He looked confused. “I would just say ‘Stop.’”

You stared at him, so innocent in his new confusion, and you smiled. I mean, you would definitely stop anything ever if he told you to. You raised up on tip toes to kiss him.

“Then ‘Stop’ it is.” You stepped back, watching him closely to gauge all of his reactions as you reached down and pulled your nightie off, now standing naked in front of him.

His eyes shone and he immediately reached forward to grab you, but you caught his wrists. He cocked his head.

“I…don’t understand -“

“Tonight,” you said, walking towards him with his wrists still in your grip, “you can *only* do as I say, when I say so.”

He frowned. “If you tell me to just go back to sleep, I’m not going to do it.”

You laughed. “No, so, there’s this type of, well, sexual play, where one partner kind of controls the other. Like if I tell you to do something you have to do it. Oh! But, ONLY if you actually want to. Which is why saying ‘stop’ is how I would know not to make you do it.”

“But why would you ask me to do something I wouldn’t want to do?” He ignored you holding his wrists and instead used it to his advantage, wrapping his arms around your waist and thus imprisoning your arms behind your back. “I can’t think of anything you would ask me to do to pleasure you that would make me say no.”

“What if what I asked didn’t *seem* like it would pleasure me, but it actually would?”

He remained silent, working to make this make sense to him.

“Like the first time you spanked me, you asked first, because you were worried it might hurt me? Kind of like that.”

His face softened. “Ohhh, okay. So you ask me to try things to you to see if they feel good?”

“Kinda?” You felt like this wasn’t going to work, but then the image of him struggling under your touch from the dream came back, and it snapped your mind back into place. Your voice became firm. “Ken, let go of me. Now.”

Surprised, he loosened his grip, not completely but enough to where you were able to pull free. “Keep your hands at your sides.”

He still wasn’t playing along 100%, and you knew a lot of it was that it still wasn’t making sense to him. You decided you’d just have to show him.

“From this point forward, if you tell me to stop, I will. But anything else you say or do, I will keep going.” You grazed your nails from his groin up to his hip bone, and he shuddered, immediately grabbing your waist.

“No, Ken.” Your voice startled him. “Hands at your sides.”

He looked helpless. “No, I …I don’t understand.”

“I want to pleasure you slowly without you doing anything to me for just a little while.” You made your voice sound all dreamy as your fingers danced across his lower abs, and he watched you, his breath becoming a little more shallow. “Part of the pleasure I am seeking is getting to fully immerse myself in *your* pleasure, and yours only, at least for a little while. Do you understand?”

Ken seemed to be in overthink mode, trying to figure out how to get a grip on what was happening. “Stop.”

You did immediately, taking your hand back from him, watching him closely. He looked almost….angry? No, not quite that, but -

“Give me ten minutes,” you interrupted his thought process. “If you still don’t like it by then, I will stop and not try again.”

Ken struggled with accepting this, like it made so little sense that he couldn’t see how accepting your terms would actually make you happy. You reached out and slowly wrapped a hand around his cock, which had been hard and straining ever since he first got off the bed.

“Do you want to make me happy, Ken?” You kind of hated how manipulative the words sounded, despite them only being for play, but still wanted to make sure he would enjoy playing along once he figured it out.

Your question seemed to throw him off guard. His blue eyes melted into yours, his body relaxing a little, less defensive now. He gulped. “I do.”

Your grip tightening on his cock now and he groaned, reaching for your wrist again but stopping himself this time, glancing at you. You smiled, small but sexy, and that seemed to do something to him. He pulled his hand back to his side and your other hand came up to caress his cheek.

“Good boy,” you purred. You LOVED the way his posture always changed a little when you praised him, his chest puffing out a tiny bit and his face looking just a bit proud. “You remembered to keep your hands to yourself. Now let me touch you for awhile.”

He nodded, watching you like a tiger watches its prey, as you started rubbing his cock while your other hand traced lazily up his abs with your nails, his shudders indicating how sensitive he was already just by being denied control. He giggled a little when your nails grazed over a certain area, and you tried to hold back a smile at how cute his reaction was. Instead, you looked up at him and touched the area again.

“It tickles.”

“Mmmhmm, it does, sweet Ken. Can you handle it? Can you deal with it for a little longer?” Ken’s fists clenched and unclenched in time with the way you were pumping him as you kept your nails on his abs. He was desperate to touch you, to force you down and fuck you until you were exhausted. His skin broke out in goosebumps when you took his nipple in your mouth and he moaned loudly. You took your hand off of his cock and he groaned irritably before all of your nails were dancing up and down his abs and groin, and he shuddered and unintentionally leaned into you a little. He was gasping, ohhh fuck, he had probably never experienced anything even close to overstimulation other than the first time he was having sex with you. And he was so fucking stunning trying to take it to make you happy. You bit his nippled and he cried out, his hands now balled into tight fists.

You stepped back. “Fuucckkk, what a perfect boy you are. You’re doing so well for me.”

His cock twitched and he let out a small whimper. He definitely was struggling with this, but as it seemed he wasn’t actually in pain or telling you to stop, you decided to keep playing to see where it went.

“You can lay down now, Ken.”

He stared at you, his head hung a little, his neck and shoulders tight. Fists clenched, cock throbbing. Panting, eyes boring into yours. Oh my god, you stared at him to make sure this image forever stayed in your mind.

“Now, Ken.”

He slowly obeyed, pulling himself backwards onto the bed and sitting at the top against the pillows.

All you could think of was how beautiful he was going to look tied up for you.

You pulled a pair of pantyhose out of your drawer and climbed onto the bed to him. The new item in your hands made him curious, but he was still focused on only one thing.

“Can I touch you now?”

“Not yet. But you’re so patient.”

“When can I?” How the fuck did his voice sound so broken over…

“Ken,” your voice was calmer, now talking to him in your normal tone. “I want to tie you up and fuck you.”

His eyes widened a bit, realizing the pantyhose you had been twisting into a long, thin, but sturdy rope, was meant for…

He glanced up at you, and an eyebrow cocked. You wanted to slap him for making you feel out of control, again..not when you were supposed to be the one who -

“How long do you need me tied up for?”

“Until I’m finished with you.”

Ken smirked, and to your surprised offered his wrists willingly. “Then tie me up and fuck me, y/n.” He grinned, knowing he took you off guard, literally challenging you.

OH, now he was in for it.

You bound his wrists quickly, securing them to the headboard. He smiled at you the entire time, suddenly entertained by your whole new desire for play, but the smile left his face quickly as you took him into your mouth, lowering down onto him. His hips bucked at the sudden shock that went through him, and his moan of pleasure turned into one of frustration when you immediately pulled off of him. He looked down at you.

“You aren’t allowed to move while I suck on you, Ken.”

He looked incredulously at you. “How am I supposed to -“

He was cut off when you gently squeezed his balls, knowing his one particularly sensitive spot, and he gasped loudly, hips bucking again. You usually didn’t touch him here that often, as it seemed to drive him mad with passion and, well, horniness, and usually you didn’t get the chance to see how much he could take because he would tackle you and fuck you until you were exhausted.

But now, this time was different. You massaged that area again, and his head pushed back into the pillows, wrists straining against his bonds.

“Jesus FUCK.” He panted. You hadn’t ever heard him raise his voice that loudly. You felt yourself becoming wet, and you continued your gentle but consistent assault on his balls, watching him in silence as he gasped and moaned and shuddered, waiting for him to surrender to you.

He actually held out way longer than you had expected, and you felt so impossibly hot watching as he slowly went from an alpha-state to one of literal physical submission, his body no longer trying to violently break itself free from the headboard except for some exhausted tugs, his voice almost hoarse, his body completely covered in a cold sweat.

“Please, please, pleassee….” He begged, voice breaking a little. “Please, y/n, I can’t. I can’t - ahhhh, FUCK, please.”

You stopped your torture, and a huge exhale rattled through his body, attempting to soothe itself. You climbed on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Hi, sweet boy.”

He looked up at you, completely at your will, still panting, and his sweaty hair and mildly wet eyes made you feel so deeply for him. You leaned forward, placing your hands besides his head.

“You’re so good to me, Ken,” you whispered, and he leaned up to kiss you then caught himself, lowering his head back down onto the pillows. Fuck, he was trying SO hard to please you.

“Am I doing good, y/n?” He whimpered.

“You’re doing so good, Ken. You know why I had to exhaust you, right?”

“Because I wouldn’t stop moving,” he choked, gasping for another breath.

“Good, Ken. You learn so quickly.” You glanced at the clock and saw he had held out almost the full ten minutes now, but you wanted to make sure he was okay before delving in any further.

“Ken? Is it alright if I keep going?”

His entire body went rigid, his biceps clenching tightly, as if ready to jerk himself free of his restraints if necessary - or if he actually could this time. He never took his eyes off of you, contemplating his answer. You leaned down to his ear to whisper, and you felt the shiver that ran through him.

“If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you touch me for a moment.”

He nodded then. “Yes, please, anything, I’ll do anything -“

You captured his lips in yours and he moaned into you, almost as if he was thanking you and his lips pulled yours roughly into his mouth, his tongue darting into yours to clash with your tongue for a brief moment before you pulled back. He looked devastated.

You reached for the restraints and his eyes brightened.

“Only one for now,” you said, untying his left hand and making sure that his right remained firmly connected to the bed. “Because if you need me to stop, I might not be able to hear you. If you need me to stop at anytime, I want you to slap my leg, really hard, so I know. Okay?”

He held onto your every word, nodded when you were finished, trying to figure out what it was you were going to do. He began moving his hand to your waist then caught himself and paused, waiting for instructions.

“Mmm, I have the best Ken,” you cooed, and he smiled a little. You allowed him to rest his hand on your waist as you straddled his face, slowly lowering yourself down onto him.

You had barely come into contact with his nose when you felt his free arm tighten around your thigh, pulling you closer into him, and you cried out, grabbing the headboard for support as his lips roughly sucked on your clit, pulling hard. He moaned hungrily into you, and you forced yourself to make sure you didn’t fully collapse onto his face, his tongue and lips so eager and rough, and his moaning into your opening was the most vulnerable yet hot you could remember feeling in your life.

You began moving your hips a little, trying to maintain your attempt at dominance, but fuck if it wasn’t almost impossible while working against Ken’s strength and enthusiasm. He wrapped his arm around your thigh tighter and almost forced you still as his tongue penetrated into you, licking and flicking and then his lips sucking around your opening in a dizzying sequence.

“Ken…I…ah, fuck, okay, I need -“ You yelped as his arm freed itself of you momentarily only to spank your cheek sharply, the pain shocking you but not having time to react because he immediately forced you back down onto his face and held you until you came, your knuckles white from holding onto the headboard and you cried out over and over as an intense orgasm washed over you. Ken didn’t stop until your body began becoming limp, from which he then removed his arm and you un-straddled him, sitting next to him on the bed.

He lay there, one arm bound above his head, his hair a mess, his face flushed and covered in your juices, and he was grinning at you.

"I like you making me submit to you. That was fun." His free hand reached for you. "Now untie me so I can fuck your dripping pussy. I am losing my mind."

You forced yourself to maintain control as you quickly grabbed his hand and began tying it back up.

"Hey, hey!" he protested, but you were quicker and he was bound again within moments. You moved back to look at him, confused, and *now* he looked a little angry, but you knew it wasn't from actual anger, more just not getting his way, which is something he didn't enjoy. *Especially * when he was this horny.

He grit his teeth and jerked hard on the restraints. "Let me out of these."

You cocked your head. "Mmmm, no."

"When, then?"

"When you've orgasmed."

He growled. "That's what I am actively *trying* to do!!"

You sunk down onto him then, no warning or buildup, and he cried out in ecstasy, his entire being melting as if relieved.

"Ohhh, fuck, y/n, my love…thank you, thank you, thank -"

You reached up and placed a hand around the base of his throat, just barely, not even applying pressure. He looked up at you, and despite not experiencing this before, the look he gave you made you all the more hot, and you wrapped your fingers around his neck, squeezing ever so slightly. He moaned loudly, and his eyes had that gorgeous teary look that you had seen the first time you had fucked him - his own special mix of love and pleasure and experiencing something amazing for the first time. He thrust up into you then, and the sharpness of it told you he was already way too close to climaxing.

You pulled your hips off of his, sitting on his waist but keeping your hand around his throat. The noise he made when you left his cock was like a mangled cry, and his eyes went into dominance mode, that look he gave you when he was warning you things were about to go his way.

"But you're not the one in control this time, Ken." Your hair brushed his face and you squeezed his throat a little harder. "I am. And you don't get to cum until I say so."

You swore you saw stars in his eyes when you sunk back down onto him then, fucking him the way you knew he loved, and you removed your hand from his throat to press down onto his hips like he always did to you. That did something extra for him and he groaned, jerking against the restrains again, and the image of him slowly coming undone because of you made you so tempted to just untie him and finish you off the way he wanted - the way you knew you both wanted - but you had come too far to quit now, and once again when you knew his orgasm was close, when his abs began their gorgeous tightening and his hips bucked up into yours, you let him slip out of you again, and he literally sobbed.

"You're not doing a very good job at not moving, Ken."

You tried to keep your head together as he glared down at you, and you knew *exactly* the thoughts that were swimming through his mind: jerk himself free of the headboard, force you down onto the bed, his fingers bruising themselves into you as he fucked you like he was in heat as you held on for dear life.

You had one more trick up your sleeve, and decided you had best do it now because you weren't sure if you would ever be successful at getting Ken tied up again after tonight. You got your only other pair of pantyhose and ripped them in two.

Ken's eyes grew huge and you expected him to fight back, but to your surprise he didn't. He lay, watching you while you pulled his legs open, tying each one to an opposite best post, until he was splayed out in front of you, unable to thrust up even if he tried.

He remained silent as you climbed back onto the bed and leaned down, gently taking one of his balls into your mouth while massaging the other. His head fell back and his moans were beautiful, as you decided you wanted to be gentle the rest of the night but still wanted to see how far you could push his stamina.

After he began squirming from a little too much sensation, you moved back up to his cock, your lips wetly sucking and licking around his tip, and you loved watching how much he was trying to move his hips. He seemed to be working really hard to play along now, though, because the gritted teeth and glaring eyes had morphed into your name almost being sung as you touched him, sucked, licked, loved on him, before kissing and biting your way back up his abs and chest to his face.

You looked down at him now and he at you, those baby blues lost in you, telling you he was yours to do with as you pleased. "I surrender," he whispered, and you gasped. How was this so…incredibly…

"I love you," he said.

You took his face in your hands and kissed him then, and he allowed you to lead to how deep and invasive the kiss became before leaning down to mark his neck with your lips. He moaned contentedly every time you did that, and this time was no different.

You were going to make him feel *sooo* good.

You lowered yourself back down onto his cock slowly, clenching yourself around him as hard as you could until he was fully inside you, and his head rested on one of his arms still bound beside his head.

"You're doing such a good job, Ken."

"Mm…I…good..Ken…" His moans were accompanied by an attempt at words every few breaths as he became less coherent.

You fucked him gently and he was so sensitive that his body began to tremble a couple of time. Each time you would stop fucking him until he calmed down and then you would begin again, his voice becoming more of a whimper the longer you edged him on, and at last when it seemed every ounce of energy had been drained from him, you gave him what he deserved.

He lay limp, shuddering, moaning incoherently, muscles still spasming of their own accord as much as they could muster after becoming exhausted.

"You've done so, so incredibly well, Ken." The shock of you allowing him his release was like a lightning bolt shot through him and he sobbed your name endlessly, head thrown back, eyes clenched as his body convulsed underneath you.

You watched him closely as he began to calm down, tears stinging his eyes, his body still shaking a little. You got up and tore off his restrains one by one, untying his hands last, and his tired muscles fell by his sides as he lay underneath you, panting.

You were scared now. Was this how he felt when he had spanked you for the first time? Like, that he could have actually gone too far? Had YOU gone too far?

"Ken?" you didn't meant for your voice to come out in a whisper. "Are you okay?"

He looked at you, rolling his head on the pillow to do so, as he seemed too tired to even raise it at the moment. "Kiss me," he demanded, soft and delicate, but you knew it was a command.

You kissed him deeply and he did the same, and his eyes locked on yours when you pulled back. "I love you so much, y/n."

You spent the next hour taking care of him. You sat upright against the headboard and he relaxed into your body, his being nestled against your chest and in-between your legs, humming sleepily as you massages his hands and wrists, peppered him with kisses, told him how much you loved him and cuddled his face. At one point he took your legs and folded your ankles across his waist, his forehead leaning into your neck.

"Just like being close to you," he murmered.

After having come down for awhile, he began to shiver a little and you coaxed him into the shower where you gentle bathed him off, the heat making him comfortable again, as your fingers danced across his body with soap suds, and he held you under the running water close to him, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other holding the side of your face as he languished himself in your kisses.

You both ended up back in bed just as the sun was beginning to rise, and you thanked the gods that you didn't have class today as Ken pulled you into him like always, but unlike usual, he fell asleep almost instantly, and you got to experience him sleeping around you, hearing his little moans and breathing, feeling his body limp and relaxed all around you. You hugged the arm that held you to him and nuzzled into the pillows, drifting off.

"Hey."

Ken's voice broke through your sleep, and you blinked your eyes open. The room was bright with the day's sunlight, and you had a moment of struggle to come to, you had been so deeply asleep.

The moment your eyes adjusted, you looked up and saw Ken beside you, kneeling, his cock looking painfully hard and a smirk on his face. You attempted to move but realized your wrists were bound above your head tightly, and you saw Ken's fist clenched around a leather belt in his right hand. You sucked in air sharply, already overwhelmed when you hadn't even been fully awake a whole minute ago.

Ken leaned over you now, your mind racing as he stared down at you, kissing you lovingly before nipping at your lower lip and running the belt gently up your thigh.

"Now," his words made you already want to tremble, "it's my turn."

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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Happy Birthday, Ken

a.n: sorry this is late. Ken’s birthday is on the 10th of may but I wasn’t active then… but I’m active now! And I thought I’d share my first piece of writing with y’all 💖 it’s been a while, so my apologies if this is a little rusty. I hope you enjoy it all the same!

w. fem!reader x draken, mostly fluff, implied NSFW at the end, use of daddy, dom/sub dynamics.

Draken wasn’t one to make a big deal of his birthday. Growing up, he never really had someone to celebrate with, and even when he did, it took him years before he actually told Mikey when his birthday was. It came out randomly in conversation when Mitsuya noticed that Draken’s birthday was the only one they never celebrated altogether.

“It's May 10th”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Chifuyu asked, curious with a cocked brow.

Ken just shrugs. “It’s just a birthday.”

None of the boys seemed to push it. And when his birthday did come around, a few “happy birthdays” were spared, as well as a couple of small gifts that Ken would always say were not necessary, but say thank you anyway.

But, you were a little different. Ken was special. More special than anyone else. And you always made it your goal to make sure he knew just how special he was on his birthday.

—

Ken rolled out of bed at the same time he did every day. When the rising sun started to crack through the blinds and always managed to hit him square in the eye every time. Despite the scowl on his lips and the furrow in his brow, he pulls the covers from himself, leaning over to press a fond kiss to your forehead as he always does.

It makes you stir only the slightest bit, your body now turned and face snuggled into the side of his pillow as if you’re seeking him, even in your sleep.

It makes him smile to himself.

He’s out of bed before thoughts of staying cuddled in bed with you take over. He’s quick in the bathroom, doing his usual routine of using the toilet, slipping on new boxers and sweatpants, washing his face, using your moisturizer, brushing his teeth and finally braiding his hair. It’s something that has become a ritual to Ken, tying off the black braid effectively before heading to the kitchen.

But not before he leaves one more smooch against your cheek.

He opened up the fridge, where the first surprise of the day occurs.

There's a small cake in there, covered in a layer of white cream. With his typical furrowed brow, Ken pulls the platter from the fridge to read the pink icing on top.

Happy Birthday, Lovey!

Hearts, smiley faces, flowers and stars cover up the rest of the surface, and attached to the plate is a heart-shaped sticky note reading:

“Take a piece to work! It’s white chocolate– you’re favourite!! More to come later!”

And your name is signed off with a little heart, as it usually is.

“Goof,” Ken murmurs to himself, and yet, the smile on his face is wide, basically, a full-blown grin as he cuts a piece for himself to add to his usual lunch. He brings the note with him too, just so he can reread it during his break and hear your voice in his head.

Once at work, Ken got his usual birthday hug from Inui, along with a clap on the back that causes bickering between the two for a couple of minutes. The two get settled into their grove quickly, Inui behind the counter shuffling through paperwork while Draken squats before a bike, inspecting its engine now that he’s fixed what seemed to be the problem.

“So, are you going to have a party?”

“Nah,” Ken responds, and it makes Inui’s roll his eyes.

“Sorry, is your girl throwing you a party?”

Ken snorts, shaking his head a little as he tightens a loose bolt. “I dunno, but probably. I tell her every year to quit wasting her time.”

It takes everything in Inui not to smack Draken across the head. Instead, he settles on throwing his pencil at him, which Ken easily evades despite his focus on the bike. “Cut that shit out–”

“Be grateful you’ve got a pretty thing wanting to celebrate you.”

“She is pretty, isn’t she?”

“Ken,” Inui says through a small chuckle, which finally gets him to look up. Inui has a lazy smirk on his lips. “She’s not wasting her time. She’s celebrating you because she loves you.”

Ken looks away from Inui then and doesn’t say a word. He knows, he knows better than anyone just how much you love him. And that's because he loves you just as much, if not more. Ken can feel the tips of his ears heating up, just the slightest bit, and even though Inui drops the topic at that, he can’t help but smile to himself noticing Ken work a little harder, his face gets a little redder.

—-

It’s right after lunch when a delivery is made to the shop, one that has Inui confused momentarily before he realizes exactly what it is. “Ken.” He called out, to which Ken replies by poking his head out from the backroom.

“Got my hands full Sei, what's up?”

“Birthday treat from your girl arrived.” There are only a few seconds between Inui’s declaration before he starts to hear things getting shuffled around quicker in the back. It makes him laugh to himself as he places the brown paper bag down on the front desk.

“Ah? But she already made me a cake this morning, this girl–” He stepped out from the back, a bit of grease on his fingers that he quickly wipes away on his coverall. The brown bag is one he recognized, the label belongs to his and your’s favourite coffee shop. Inside the bag are two drinks. A large black coffee, and a medium caramel latte.

And of course, one of those adorable heart-shaped sticky notes. How you worked it into the delivery bag will forever remain a mystery to the boys.

“Although it isn’t Sei’s birthday, he deserves something sweet.” Ken reads the note out loud, which makes Inui hum in delight, scooping up the drink and sniffing in its sweet scent. It makes Ken scoff playfully, shaking his head as he continues reading. “Drink up, handsome birthday boy. See you when you get home.” The words left Ken’s heart fluttering behind his ribcage.

“You’re so down bad.”

“Shut the hell up,” Ken replied in a gruff tone, with his brows drawn and his lips frowned but he still took a hefty drink of his favourite coffee, still slipped the note into his pocket along with the other note.

He was incredibly down bad.

—

Home time couldn’t come soon enough, so Ken was more than grateful to open the door, being met with the sounds of one of your favourite playlists, and the savoury smell of something downright delicious. It made him sigh in contentment, work bag dropping from his shoulder right in the entrance way.

“Little love”

“Ken!” You appeared before him almost as quickly as the squeal had left your lips. He had braced himself, arms held open wide as you jumped him. Your legs latched around his hips tightly, arms locked around his neck. His large palms cupped your ass, kept you held close to his body as his nose nuzzled gently into the top of your head.

“Hey, babygirl.”

“Happy Birthday, Lovey.” You murmur back to him, the sweet sound only making his heart do flips within his chest. That, and the feeling of your fingertips leaving heart-shaped outlines along the back of his neck.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He lifts his head and you follow suit. You’re both grinning at one another and Ken caves first, his lips slotting against yours. The kiss is sweet, and much needed on both of your ends. Your palms slowly smooth up the sides of his neck, while Ken’s pulls you in closer, unable to resist the urge to squeeze at the supple flesh of your rear–

“Okay okay birthday boy–” Your words are muffled against his lips, as well as the sweet sounds of your giggling. Ken pulled back, reluctantly, and couldn’t even help but pout as you wiggled your way out of his arms. “We gotta save that for later, okai? Your dinner is almost done!” And there you went scurrying off back into the kitchen.

“Oh is it? What did you make, sunshine? It smells fuckin awesome.” Draken kicks his boots off, following on your tail. It’s only now that he’s able to get a really good look at you, standing before the stove and multiple pans. You wear his apron, which is looped around your waist twice to keep it from falling. Underneath you wear that pretty pink dress he bought you for your last birthday.

Like you knew it was his favourite on you.

“Spicy curry of course, with a side of chicken wings!” You announce proudly, just as Ken loops his arms around you from behind, his chin coming to rest comfortably on the top of your head. “Chicken wings with spicy Thai sauce to be extact–”

“God, I love you.” It's spoken lowly, softly from Ken. He doesn’t let you respond, because he grabs your chin and turns your head, connecting his lips with yours once more. You giggle against his mouth, checks flushed as he pulls back just enough to playfully bump his nose against your own.

Something the two of you had done since you started dating. You can still remember the look of shock and distaste on Ken’s face the first time you did it, and now here he was doing it himself.

“I love you too, handsome.” Ken could have sworn there were little hearts in your eyes as you reply to him, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. “Now sit, sit!! I’m trying to spoil you on your special day.”

“Cookin dinner is enough baby–”

“No no no–” You interrupt him, taking his hand and dragging him to the table. He can’t help the chuckle that leaves him as you sit him down in his usual spot, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then scurrying off to the fridge to pull out his favourite beer. “We haven’t been able to spend the day together because we both worked, so let me spoil you, please Ken?”

“You know what would really spoil me?” He muses, using both palms to pull you into his lap before you have the chance to run off again. Your squeak only makes his grin grow in size, his lips leaving a little trail down the side of your neck, goosebumps forming in their wake. “Having my pretty baby in my lap. That would be a real treat.”

“In due time!” You whine back at him, and although it's so very tempting to just give into him and his sly touches, his wandering lips, you managed to break free, shooting a pout in his direction which makes his grin grow into that shit-eating one you’ve grown so fond of. “But first, want you to eat this dinner I worked so hard on.” The whine that stays in your tone as you start to pull everything from the stove leaves him laughing, cracking open his beer and taking a gulp as you plate the food for him.

Truly, you were too good to him.

“Oh, I’m gunna eat all of it, little love. Fuck I’m starving.”

“Good.” You replied, more than pleased as you set a steaming plate before him. “Eat up, birthday boy.”

You end up caving to half of his desires because rather than sitting in your chair, you sit right in his lap as the two of you have dinner. You chat like you always do, about work, about your days, slipping in laughter between bites and exchanging small kisses when you have the chance. You finish up long before Ken, who makes well on his promise and eats everything you made for him. His last bite of curry has his eyes closing in delight, humming around his fork as his free hand gently massages your thigh.

“That was the best fuckin curry I’ve ever had.”

“You said that on your last birthday!”

“Hmm, and I meant it then too.” He mutters, glancing at you to see a slight flush on your cheeks, a flush that he has grown incredibly fond of. “You know how to make a man happy, little love.”

“Don’t hold your breath.” You say playfully, which earns you an eye roll and a barrage of kisses that get sprinkled all over your face and neck. You start squealing, arching back in an attempt to escape only for one of Ken’s big hands to press up against your spine, pulling you in closer, making his kisses even more sloppy.

He only lets up when you suddenly nibble at his cheek, which would have caught him off guard had he not been very used to you and your affectionate biting by now. Instead, he just laughs, making a one-off joke about how the food must not have been enough if you were already munching on him.

“Alright, m’not done spoiling you lovey.” You announce, hopping from Ken’s lap as soon as his arms loosen up on you. He raises a brow at that, amusement still very much evident in his eyes as you take his hand again, leading him toward the bathroom.

“What’s next, beautiful?”

“You’re gunna take a long, relaxing shower with the new body scrub I bought you.” You announce proudly, pushing the room door open to reveal candles already lit, and fresh fluffy towels waiting to be used.

“Mmm, and you’re joinin me?” Ken questions, eyeing the setup. He notices the new products, and the love you’ve put behind every detail. It was one of the many things about you that made him putty in your hands.

That adorable flush was back on your face, and as a bonus, you even started nibbling on your bottom lip. “I wish lovey. But, I have to finish setting up your other surprises–”

“What could be better than a long, steamy shower with my girl?” Ken’s voice dropped an octave, to the one he knows sends shivers up your spine. He pulls you up against his chest, palm cupping your cheek and thumb rubbing fondly at your bottom lip. “Cause I don’t think nothin’s gunna top that”

The hesitation is evident in your gaze, that and the way Ken can tell just how tempted you are to take his thumb between your two plump lips. He loved that you were wrapped just as tightly around his finger as he was with yours.

But you fought off the temptations with a little pout, pulling from Ken reluctantly and pushing him closer to the shower. “You’re really tempting, you know that mister? But I simply cannot.” You start to tug at his shirt, revealing his abs and it makes him laugh with just how rushed you act suddenly. Probably an attempt at hiding how badly you wanted him. “Now get this butt into the shower, c'mon.”

“Alright alright, you don’t have to strip me.” And although he sighs, he pulls his shirt off the rest of the way. He leans down, lips puckered, and you happily give him a sweet smooch before taking a few steps back. You linger around enough to see him strip down to just his boxers, and he can feel you staring at him without even having to look at you.

You were so damn cute.

“Thought you had things to tend to, little love–”

“I do! I do! See you soon! Enjoy!” The way you babble out your reply and scamper so quickly from the bathroom just has Ken smiling to himself, chuckling lowly. Damn, was ever he lucky to have you.

He does as you tell him, and takes his time in the shower. The warm water feels so nice against his skin, and the new scrub you got him was just as good as you said it would be. It seemed to wash off all his stresses and anxieties from the day, leaving him feeling fresh and light as it washed off his toned body. He made a mental note to use the scrub on you, whenever you let him shower with you next (which in his brain, he wanted sooner rather than later).

He stepped from the shower, steam following suit as he rings the remaining water from his black hair. It's then that his eyes narrow in on another heart-shaped sticky note. Just the sight of it makes his heart beat faster, nibbling on the inside of his cheek as he reaches for it. “Little sneak… didn’t even hear her come back in here.”

He reads over the note, eyes widening a bit as curiosity starts to swarm his brain, clouding his thoughts.

Meet me in the garage, I’m looking for something to ride ♡

“Fuck.” Desire already laces his tone. He’s not one hundred percent sure what his sweet girl has planned for him, but her wording alone has him slipping on his sweats and a black t-shirt that you had so kindly left for him.

He slipped on his sandals to head to the garage, far too impatient to tug his boots on. And what was waiting for him was even better than he could have imagined. It had him stopping dead in his tracks, eyes a bit wide, cock visibly twitching underneath his grey sweats.

There you were, sitting pretty perched on his bike. You were wearing nothing, other than a pair of lacy pink panties, and a matching garter. And course held snug to your neck was your collar, the heart tag with his name dangling and reflecting the dim lights within the garage. You were nibbling on the tip of your finger, flush covering your cheeks and going all the way down to cover your neck and collar bones. Your feet shuffle a bit on the cold floor, legs spreading just a bit to show that the crotch of your panties was already wet, beckoning him forward.

“Hi, Daddy…~” You murmur shyly, and it makes Ken groan. In two strides he’s before you, palms swallowing your waist. He can feel how you shiver when his thumbs brush over your ribs, fingers already trembling slightly as they smooth up his biceps.

“Hello, Little love…” He speaks back, his lips already ghosting over yours, making our head tilt back slightly to meet his gaze as his hands start to smooth up the valley of your stomach, thumb nudging over your already perked and hard nipple. “Look at you…”

“Told you the last surpise would be worth it.” You say, your smile shy and a bit sheepish as your fingers smooth over Ken’s muscles, the little charm hanging from your collar dingling like a sweet bell to Draken’s ears.

“So worth it.” He agrees, keeping his hands on you even as you stand up. Your chest pushes up flush against him, making your breasts swell against him. That alone has Ken’s cock twitching in delight, licking at his bottom lip. His pupils were already starting to dilate as desire started to take over.

“M’gunna ride you… on your ride, Daddy.” Your voice is soft, still shy despite how filthy the context was. Ken made sure to make a mental note to praise you on that later, because he knew just how hard it was for you to put your dirty thoughts into words, and use your words. You were being such a good girl, just for him.

“Mmm, fuck yea you are.” His hands tighten on your hips once more, and to your surprise he hauls you back onto his bike. Your brows furrow in confusion when he kneels between your thighs, his name sitting in question on the tip of your tongue.

But that question quickly gets replaced with a soft gasp as Ken presses a firm, sweet kiss against the crotch of your panties. He even snags the fabric with his teeth, letting snap back against your pussy so he can see you jump a little, hear you squeal, just for him. “But first, Daddy wants his dessert.”

“B-But Daddy” You whine to him, but its a weak whine, your fingers tangling into his still damp hair to help ground yourself as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. His fingers tease at the pretty frills on the garter belt, while he leaves soft, open mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. “It’s your birthday… I wanna treat you.”

“And you will.” He reassures, finally pulling your panties to the side to get a look at his favourite gift. Your cute pussy lips are already slicked up, strings of your arousal webbing together even as you flutter and clench for him. “But I need a taste. Okay sweetheart?”

His nose nudges your clit, and you moan in contentment, nodding quickly as your legs lock together over his shoulders. “Okay Daddy…” Before you become too fucked out from his tongue alone, you make sure to murmur to him.

“Happy Birthday, Ken, Happy Brithday, Lovey.”

“Thank you, Little Love.”

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[dranna]

Movie Night with Ken

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Warnings: fluff, tiny tiny angst, hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: Ken planned a special night to watch a horsey movie with you. But when emotions starts bubbling up due to the film, he gets insecure.

a/n: I watched this movie for the first time a few days ago, and I fell in love with this silly. (I'm still practising writing and english is not my first language, so I apologise for mistakes) ((lowkey nervous posting this ))

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom

Moon was shining,

Stars were singing,

All the clouds went sleeping.

It was a quiet evening,

Notley as quiet as Los Angeles can be,

When Ken was busy arranging things,

He thought were important for his doings.

You two were in your home,

That Ken called Dojo Mojo.

You still remembered the time,

Caughting him red handed as he tried,

To hide something from your sight.

“What you got there dear?”

“I-it’s nothing..

It’s stupid really haha..”

— as he moved,

You saw a picture of—

“Horses?

Is that what you tried to hide from me? “

“ … yes.”

“ Oh you silly!

Come,

Tell me about them, everything.”

“ Really?!”

— And with that,

He started telling you all things,

About horse riding and races,

While you let him to put,

That beloved picture on the wall.

Right now as he was organising your Dojo,

He looked at the canvas many times,

As if collecting confidence from its sight.

He checked everything twice,

Because he wanted to make everything perfectly fine.

You were waiting patiently in the kitchen,

Stealing secret looks towards that working man.

After he found everything flawless,

He escorted you in your bedchamber,

The room was casted with a pinkish light,

Burning candles on the bedsides.

“My idea was.. I thought,

That we can watch,

The horse movie together,

Spirit: the Stallion of the Cinnamon!”

“It’s Cimarron”

— You laughed,

As you saw him all so excited.

Standing on tiptoes,

And taking a breath,

You kissed his little face,

That made his cheeks scarlety red.

“So it’s a sleepover?”

“Yes”

— with your reply,

He punched the air,

Jumping up and down in a merry way.

“Sublime!”

The two of you were on the bed,

That Ken insisted to be decorated with pinkness,

Buried under pillow forts and blankets,

Flushed together in sweetness.

There wasn’t a quiet minute,

Because Ken was talking horse facts,

And exhale his delights and surprises.

How you loved to see him that way,

Comfortable and talkative!

You could’ve listen to his silly little things for hours,

So you can see his adorable smile,

Accompanied with giggles,

Which were music in the night.

The movie was progressing,

So as the plot,

And you noticed a silence that covered you both,

As the end credits rolled you turned,

To see what’s wrong.

He sank deeper into the soft covers,

Turning away from you,

“Ken?”

— You called softly his name,

Resulting in him sinking even further away,

Something is wrong,

But what?

So you gently touched,

His carved shoulders.

If it wasn’t for the contract you would never know,

But shivers were running through,

His perfect beach-ready form.

“What’s the matter?

I thought the movie wasn’t that bad!”

“ He got free.. after all the h-hardships,

And ..found l-love!

Someone who ap-ppreciates him—“

A sudden sob cut him short,

Making him turn away even more,

“Ken, there is nothing wrong with crying.”

“You think so?”

“Yes I do”

—With that ,

You pulled him up from the deep Bluness,

Tugging him into a cosy embrace,

Filling his chest with warmness.

Silly silly Ken thought,

That showing “weakness”,

Would resort,

You realising he isn’t Kenough,

That he is a pathetic, unworthy doll,

And would be yet again left alone,

In the footsteps of yours.

Of course,

You would never leave this cutie pie behind,

You only want to see him shine.

With your arms around his hot body,

And the praises from your lips,

He finally started to relax and let,

His emotions to wash over his head,

With teary puppy eyes,

He started to tell headcanons of his mind.

With your blooming love,

You two were a peaceful island among,

The noisy streets and haste,

Where only the night sky,

Could hear Ken’s movie ideas.

He just talked and talked until he felt,

The magical visit of dreamland.

Sleep came and hid you both,

Under that horsy picture,

Which watched over you two.

[webbo0]

A Night To Remember

AKA: How did Holland get that hand tattoo?

Warnings: Alcohol, Angst, negative self worth, dead wife mention (?), usual Holland messiness

Part of the Pathetic Holland trio fics along with I Can Fix Him. by @ken-dom and Drunken Stranger by @hollandstrophyhusband. Shout out to them for enabling encouraging my writing, go check them out!!

Also be forgiving about the formatting, this is my first time posting fanfiction to Tumblr 😅

The problem with a loving marriage, Holland thinks, is that you start to collect small anniversaries all the time, happy memories worth celebrating. The first date, the first kiss, the first time going to the disco, the first time staying the night, the proposal, the wedding, etc. And Anne had loved to celebrate each and every one. Something about “loving each day as if it’s your last”.

And look how that turned out Holland thinks as he finishes his first drink of the evening. 

Today was one of those small anniversaries. Well, it would sound small to anyone else, but it was one of Holland’s favorites. 13 years ago tonight, he knew he was ready to be a father. Anne had gone into labor a whole week earlier than the midwife had told them was expected and she was panicking. Her whole pregnancy Holland had been a nervous wreck; researching the foods to avoid, buying every weird gadget on the market, and fastidiously believing he would be a horrible father. His own father was shit, and well, the apple never falls far from the tree, y’know?

But when the contractions had started (a whole week!) early, all of the sudden he was laser-focused. He got their go-bag, called the midwife, and even drove them to the hospital without his usual clumsiness. It wasn’t until he saw his daughter- Holly- it wasn’t until he saw Holly that it finally came together. Anne was glowing, holding her like the treasure she was, and handed her to Holland. It all clicked in place. 

“This is what I was meant for.” he choked out, tears collecting in his eyes. “I never want to forget this moment” He locked eyes with his wife, and everything was perfect.

Every year after that, they celebrated this moment. They made sure to do it 2 days before Holly’s actual birthday, to prevent any hangovers or potential mishaps from ruining their baby girl's day. 

So here he is. In the bar they went to every year for 13 years. Her favorite drink was a sweet red wine (she hated anything bitter), so Holland takes a sip from a glass of some after every shot. Which means he’s 5 sips in? He doesn’t remember.

Memories are a funny thing, Holland muses.

His memory’s been shit his whole life. He struggled in school, never remembering his assignments, never knowing where his wallet was, and don’t get him started on his paperwork. It was why Anne was so insistent on celebrating the little things

“You have to start living in the present, honey” she would tell him, always with a small smile. 

But tonight he was stuck in the past.

It had only been 2 years since she di- since the fire, and his memories were already starting to slip away from him. Maybe he should write them down? He turns to the bartender.

“Heyyyy Pam, d’ya have a pen or something?” He knows he’s slurring his words, but he doesn’t care. Pam the bartender had worked there for years, and Holland had a sneaking suspicion she remembered him, seeing as his glass hadn’t been empty all night. She turns to him with a look in her eyes. Is it pity? Disgust? Worry? Holland’s too drunk to tell. She hands him a pen and turns back to cleaning some glasses.

Holland lets himself slip back into the past, trying desperately to remember.

Remember her voice, her smile, her smell, anything. 

He knows he’s forgetting something. When he finally handed Holly back to her at the hospital, she had said something to him. Something important. He shakes his head as if he could stir up the memory from the haze of alcohol and regret.

“You will never…” he mutters to himself. He knew it started with that at least. He’s gotta write this down before he forgets again. If he writes it on a napkin he knows he’ll lose it, but luckily he has a hand right here! He’ll just jot it down so sober him can write it down properly later. Well, sober-ish, he can’t remember the last time he was properly dry.

He goes to write down the few words he knows, but his hands are shaking far too much. Shit. 

“Hey, Pam?” He calls out, probably too loudly. “Can you help me out for a second?” This time he knows he’s slurring his words, but he has more pressing matters.

“I’m not helping you invent a new drink again, Mr. March. I never got rid of the stains from last time” Pam says, but still, she turns towards him.

“No, no, my mixology days are behind me” he jokes but his smile is more forced than usual

“Can you just write something down for me? Right here?” he asks, holding up his hand for her to take.

She raises an eyebrow, but takes his hand (he misses her touch so much it burns), uncapping the pen in preparation.

“Thanks” he mutters God, what was it again? Right. 

“Ok, ok, write down, uh, ‘You will never’, um, You will never…” he trails off. He can’t remember.

“You will never what?”

Holland lets himself fill in the blank and blurts out the truth.

“You will never be happy.”

Pam pauses, glancing at Holland with a look that this time he knows is pity, but she dutifully writes it down.

Holland holds his hand up to take a look. She had added a smiley face. 

“Thanks' ' he murmurs again, as he stands (more like tumbles) from his seat, making sure to leave enough money behind for the bill plus a nice tip for Pam. He slams back the last of his liquor, and stumbles out the door, into the bright lights of LA. Why had he left? He doesn’t remember. Stupid fucking memory.

“Gotta make sure I remember…gotta be permanent” he slurs out to no one in particular. He feels his consciousness fading into an alcohol-induced blackout.

Tomorrow he'll wake up in a bathtub with a tattoo permanently reminding him of his worth.

Tomorrow he’ll cut his arm open trying to break into a bar for his latest stupid case. 

Tomorrow he’ll come close to dying in the back of an ambulance and his last thoughts will be how much he’s fucked everything up. 

In two days he’ll meet the man that will change his life forever, and then the day after that he’ll take a case that’ll change his life even more.

But right now it’s today. And before he slips into blissful nothingness, Holland remembers the sound of Anne’s laughter and the smell of gas.