#no soft voice. no yelping in pain like a kitten. no hissing. nothing

[90stvqueen]

my cat just went on a feral play aggression kick and scratched the shit out of me. i put him in time out for ten minutes and now he's lying on my legs grooming himself. the duality of man

[gojous-exbabymama]

random headcanon about some of the jjk boy’s during sexy time

warning: smut, 18+, mdni, aged up characters, daddy kink, size kink, anal sex, crying, oral(f/m), unprotected sex, fluff, slight angst if you squint, loss of virginity, and injury to reader but nothing serious

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gojou saturo

“that time you sneezed” + “caught a cramp so bad he almost passed out”

- sex with gojou is always fun

- hate to admit it but it’s true

- it’s unpredictable yet super exciting

- don’t tell him that tho or else he’ll never shut up

- your back was arched against the sturdy kitchen table with your legs bent and pushed to your chest

- gojou was thrusting into you just right, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you screaming

- “yes, yes. right there d-dont stop!”

- “right there princess? am i hitting your special spot?”

- “you don’t have to answer that, i know i am~”

- “go on, scream louder for daddy, let em’ know just how good im making you feel”

- if you weren’t too focus on cumming you would of told him to shut the fuck up but he was making you feel good

- and you learned a long time ago that he doesn’t need to hear it from your lips to know, your body spoke for you

- the knot in your belly was growing tighter

- you were so close, your cries letting him know

- gojou glances down at you, watching your tits bounce with each thrust as your face twisted in pleasure

- “aww y/n-chan, i wish you could see the faces you’re making”

- gojou grips a hand to your face, squishing your cheeks together hard

- “soo cute princess~” he coos mockingly, watching as your face scrunched up, eyes going watery and nose twitching

- you felt it right then, the small tickling sensation in your nose that had you breathing picking up

- mustering up all your strength, you pulled your face out of his palm and turned away

- before he could say anything cheeky, you were letting out sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze, after sneeze-

- if gojou wasn’t so balls deep inside you he would of thought it was cute

- but no, your body tensed and jerked with each sneeze that it had you clenching so tight around his cock he couldn’t even move

- the loud whine and groan pulls you out of your sneezing frenzy as you watch gojou’s body shaking, all movement coming to a halt was he tilts his head back

- that’s when you felt it, rope after rope of his hot cum painting your walls

- followed by a loud, painful yelp coming from him as he pulls out swiftly, gripping the back of his thigh

- you sat up quickly but was forced back down from his body weight alone as you feel him go slack against you

- “saturo?” you tapped him but didn’t get a response for a few moments until he shot his head up

- “oh my god, i just came so hard i got a cramp and almost passed out!”

- you couldn’t stop yourself from laughing at that as he pouts a little, hands rubbing up and down your sides

- “it wasn’t my fault you were squeezing my dick so tight I couldn’t stop myself”

- “am I hearing the great gojou saturo has no self control?”

- you were only teasing but he took that as a challenge as he gripped your legs, pulling them up and onto his shoulders, his dripping tip rubbing against your folds

- “gojou wait, i need to-need to clean my nose!!”

- he waste no time and pushes his length back inside you, ready to punish you for thinking he was weak

- “leave it, you look cute with a runny nose anyways princess~”

- your face was covered in tears, snot, and his cum by the time he was down with you

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megumi fushiguro

“cumming way to fast” + “that time he accidentally got it in your eye”

- being a sorcerer was stressful asf

- he was exhausted literally all the time and getting injured left him bed bond for most days

- megumi barely had time to even relax

- but that’s what you were there for

- your weren’t one to brag or anything but you thought you were good at sex

- and megumi always made sure to tell you just how good you felt

- weather it’s your pussy squeezing him or the tight feeling of your throat wrapped around his throbbing length

- so to say that you felt a wee bit cocky the first time he came just seconds after bottoming out of you would be an understatement

- but you made sure to comfort him when you notice the pout and frustrated look on his face

- “that’ll never happen again” he mumbled out before cleaning you up

- but it does happen again

- about three more times actually

- and every time he grew more and more pissed at himself

- he was stressed! you knew that so you didn’t knock him if you didn’t finish

- you would tell him that it was ok

- “these kind of things happen gumi’”

- “you’re working yourself too hard baby :/“

- “let me help you relax, pls”

- expect he was never relaxed after cumming so quick inside you

- honestly, you were surprised that he could still get it up from all the stress he carries around

- finally done with finishing first every time, megumi made it his mission to get you right

- which is why he was kneeling between your legs, skirt lifted up with your panties stretched and pulled to the side as he feast on your cunt

- and you were a mess because it has been awhile since you got off and only megumi could make you see stars

- he had you spread wide for him, licking and sucking on your swollen clit that had you moaning just for him

- “ahh megumi please~” you don’t even know what your begging for but he does

- thick fingers thrusting in and out you had you gripping the sheets while your thighs tremble

- tale tale sign that you’re about to cum so he takes his fingers from out of you

- before you could whine at the loss, he’s soon thrusting his tongue inside your weeping pussy, ready to catch everything you give him

- “gumi i-im gonna cum for you!”

- “do it, cum for me kitten, cum right on my tongue”

- your body shook as you cum around the stiff muscle of his tongue, thigh squeezing around his head as you grip and pull on his hair hard

- he lets you come down, pressing kisses along your thighs before he stands up, stripping himself out of his clothes

- switching spots, you kiss along his stomach before reaching for his throbbing cock

- giving small licks against the tip to catch his precum dripping as he groans

- your mouth waters and you don’t wait a second longer before you took him in your mouth

- bobbing your head up and down, moaning when you feel him thrusting slowly in your mouth to match your rhythm

- you were just getting started when your eyes meet his right as you take him to the back of his throat

- big mistake

- the hand that has a grip your hair grows tight as he cums down your throat with a loud groan

- it caught you off guard and you didn’t have much time to prepare for his large load

- you pull off his length with a cough, he’s cum dripping from your lips as his load finishes on your face

- megumi hearing you gasping loudly brings him back to earth when he sees your head slight bent with one of your eyes squeezed shut

- “y/n?” calls as you hiss, shooting him a small glare is when he sees why

- “your cum got in my eye megumi.”

- “i-im sorry ba-“

- “dont just stare get me a towel!!”

- after cleaning you up and feeding you, megumi laid on top of you as you cuddle him closer

- he apologized more than enough you’re gonna have to give him kisses to settle him down

- “it’s ok honey, i still thought it was hot.”

- megumi could only groan, pouting as he watch you grin

- “you could say that i didn’t see it coming, huh huh?”

- megumi groaned once more as he buries his face into your neck

- yeah he definitely wasn’t going to let that happen again

————————————————————————————————————————itadori yuuji

“that time it was your first time” + “was that a mouth on the side of his cheek?”

- bby boi

- you can’t really say what sex is truly like with yuuji

- since you’ve never had it with him because you were a virgin

- and he was fine with that, he’ll wait for as long as you liked

- the first time it almost happened was back in him dorm during his 3rd year

- you both talked about it and agreed to have your first time be together so a week later, yuuji had the perfect night planned for you

- he really pulled out all the stops

- we’re talking warm scented candles, rose petals, soft music playing in the background and your favorite take out

- it was actually really romantic ngl

- after dessert you found yourself laying back on his bed, making out with such passion it left you feeling buzzed

- everything was slow, both your movements gentle when taking off each other clothes

- giggling and kissing the nerves away

- yuuji reached for you bra, getting it undone with easy

- his eyes in your body from your breast down to your thighs rubbing together, pretty pink panties covering center

- “you’re so beautiful baby” he whispers

- it was moment were you took each other in before you reached for his hand, bringing it up to where you wanted him to touch you first

- your eyes closing shut once you feel his warm hand squeezing and caressing your breast, gasping softly when you feel his thumb brushing over your nipple

- his lips leaving yours before kissing down to your neck had you feel needy

- the room filling with sounds of your pleasing sighs and his heavy breathing

- all of it cut short by the sound of a low rugged voice

- “what are you waiting for? just fuck her already”

- your eyes shot open and you couldn’t stop the loud scream from your lips

- because why the fuck was there a mouth on his cheek and an eye under his eye??!?

- once you pulled the sheets over your naked body did yuuji realize what had happened

- he slaps a hand over his cheek so hard he knocked himself out of bed

- ok so maybe he didn’t tell you everything about why he was at the academy and in hindsight, he probably should of told you everything before he had you naked

- after calming you down and getting a ice pack does he tell you about how he ate an ancient cursed finger and now there is a very powerful curse living inside of him

- it was definitely hard for you to wrap your head around this information because you weren’t a sorcerer, you didnt see demons or cursed things or even knew about those kind of things

- so yeah, you were a bit freaked out, a little upset and needed sometime to think so you left

- yuuji understood and gave you as much time as you needed but he was literally dying on the inside without his baby

- he was mopey, quiet, and just overall sad to be around because he missed you so much

- finally after a few days you reached out and invited him over to your place

- tear was shed and yuuji apologizing profusely

- “im sorry y/n i love you so much, i dont want to lose you”

- “you’re not going to lose me yuuji, i love you to much for that to happen just promise me no more secret mkay?”

- he agreed with a kiss that quickly turned heated and you were back in your room

- “he’s not going to..ya know?”

- yuuji quickly shutting it down because “nope, him and i have a deal, he won’t be coming out when it’s just us, i promise”

- that’s enough to put you at ease and soon enough, clothes were thrown off and you two were finally connected

- yuuji thrust were gentle, making it easier for you to get used to his size

- his fingers rubbing circles on your clit left your body shaking and your pussy clenching around him

- and when you both cum at the same time, you’re gripping and holding each other tight

- yeah he may have shedded a tear or two when he came it was just that good

- aftercare king where he cleans you up and cuddles, whispering ‘i love you’s and soft kisses

- “promise me you won’t die yuuji”

- there’s a pause before you feel his lips kiss your forehead

- “im not going anywhere baby, i love you”

- he promised no more secrets but right now he can’t tell you what will happen the day he finds that last finger

- but for now, he’s content with just holding you until then

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aoi todo

“that time you slapped him” + “he literally blew your back out”

- the time you’ve seen todo first time was shirtless

- you were terrified and turned on because what the fuck?

- no seriously, what the fu ck¿!

- dude is massive

- like was it even legal to be that massive?

- and when he dropped his pants for you the first time, you straight up walked out the room because there ain’t no way in hell

- “that thing is not going anywhere near my pussy”

- “please babygirl, just the tip?”

- it took a very, very long time before you even allowed that

- not even when your mouth watered or your pussy went purr

- his cock was just too big

- but after awhile you kinda got used to him once you realize all your insides were still in tact

- you’ve had some sex mishap, that was much was a given since this is todo we’re speak off

- you slapped the shit out of him one time when you heard him moan some idols name while he had his dick down your throat

- you didn’t let him touch you for almost a month

- he learned his lesson quick tho

- or that time he was fucking you standing up

- legs hanging over his broad shoulders while his hands held a tight grip on your ass bouncing you up and down on his thick cock

- you were three rounds in, body hot and covered in sweat

- the room filled with sounds of your moans, his deep grunts and the sickly wet squishing sound of your pussy

- todo was abusing your whole, having just made you squirt all over his cock had sent him into a frenzy, his pace picking up at a new speed

- until he took a step forward, his foot slipping out from under him, sending him falling back but he was quick enough to reach out to grip the dresser behind him

- but not quick enough to stop the stacks of manga from falling on top of you both

- one word to describe sex with this beefy man: passion

- everything he did in bed was always him trying to show just how much of a man he is and that only he could satisfy you

- whenever he was done with you, your limps were sore and achy

- it felt like you ran a marathon then swam six miles and back

- meanwhile he barely broke a sweat

- todo always made sure you were left spent and satisfied

- no matter when or where

- and he saw you bending over, getting a small peak of the underside of your perfect ass, he had to have you

- so that’s how you found yourself in a small closet, it could fit two people comfortably

- but todo made up at least three on his own so there was barely any room but that doesn’t stop him from fucking your ass

- you held your upper half up by gripping onto the shelve in front of you as his large hands grip and squeeze your plush ass

- “thats it babygirl, doing so good”

- it felt so good taking him like this, his heavy balls slapping against your soaked cunt while he pounds his throbbing length in and out your ass

- hands slapping each cheek before leaving you spread open to watch him fuck you

- “f-fuck so tight!” he thrust harder, pushing your body forward “you love when i fuck you with this big cock don’t you?”

- you move a hand back to try and slow his movement but he only grabs it and keeps his held to your back

- “too much d-daddy..s’ too big!”

- but he keeps going, grinning wildly when he heard that

- todo stretched you out good for him and it was still to much cock for you

- your cries and moans bounce off the walls, your grip on the shelf growing loose the faster he went

- he sends another hard spank against your ass before his fingers found your needy clit

- pinching and rubbing quick circles around the bud had you gushing

- “oh fuck yeah, you filthy girl cumming from getting your ass fucked? so dirty”

- your body shakes as you tongue rolls out your mouth, panting and whining like a bitch in heat

- “fucking needy, perfect girl just for me” he growls, his hips picking up speed as he chases his high

- “t-to..slow..down”

- you could barely get any words out, your brain slowly turning to mush as you become nothing but a toy for him to cum inside

- he was going feral, loving that he can turn you so dumb from just his cock alone

- the sound of wood cracking catches your attention before the shelf you’re gripping breaks, sending the front of your body forward down

- the scream you let out make todo halt all his movements, his big hands and large arms holds your middle to keep you up right as you start to sob

- “w-what’s wrong?”

- “can’t move…it hurts!!”

- white hot pain shoot through your back as you body goes stiff

- five hours later you’re being wheeled out the hospital with strict orders to not leave the bed

- you made todo swear not to tell anyone about this and swore on takada’s life that he wouldn’t tell

- but when yuuji comes to visit and ask what happened, here comes this big guy

- “it was my dick, my dick put her in a wheelchair brother!!”

- please slap him again sis

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[bucky-barnes-diaries]

Black T-Shirt

Captain America and The Winter Soldier

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary; Bucky in that black and tight T-Shirt has you in desperate need to have his dick in your mouth.

Word Count; 1588

Warnings; NSFW, 18+, Minors DNI, cursing, language, dirty talk, pet names, oral (male receiving), masturbation (female), Daddy!kink, face fucking, mention of bodily fluids.

Authors Note; sorry that the beginning is literal trash! I just didn’t know what in the hell to write leading up to the big event lol. I hope you all enjoy regardless <3 Minor spoilers to TFATWS 1x04!

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Watching Bucky in that tight, black t-shirt all day had your mind in other places than the mission. Places of sin and pleasure as your mouth was watering in need to have his dick in your mouth at the way the shirt clung to his muscular body. But the busy day of finding Karli and the Dora Milaje threatening to come for Zemo gave you no time to pull him somewhere to the side for him to bring you to your knees and to suck him off.

Until the Dora Milaje arrived at the place you were staying, and all hell broke loose with spears and arms swinging everywhere, which resulted in Zemo’s escape.

“Get your stuff. We're leaving in 20 minutes to find him,” Sam ordered the two of you. 20 minutes? That was more than enough time to get what you wanted out of your boyfriend.

“Come here.” You took his hand and rushed the two of you into the bedroom where you could carry out your little mission. “What is it? Where's the rush?” Bucky questioned when he saw the rush you were in.

“I need you.”

He caught on pretty quickly in what you needed when your hand was placed just above his bulge. Your soft and pleading eyes were begging for him. How could he ever say no to a face like yours?

“Get on your knees, and I'll give you what you want so much doll.”

There was no trace of hesitation in your soul as you sunk to your knees in front of him and looked up as innocently as you could muster.

The belt buckle being undone by him was like sweet music in your ears. When he pulled down his jeans with his underwear, you came face to face with his throbbing cock that was full and erect for you only. The need for him to be in your mouth was just as great as your need for him to use your mouth to the fullest. Fuck, he looked so beautiful as you peeked up at him through your lashes.

When he went to pull off his shirt as well, you stopped him immediately. “No, keep it on.” The way the shirt clung to his muscular body had your core scream in need. The print of his abs could be seen from how tight it was. His biceps teasing to burst out any second from the tightness of his short sleeves had your tongue peek out to wet your lips.

He traced your lips with his thumb, and you gave it a light kiss before you allowed entrance for him. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked and swirled your tongue on his digit, making a groan emit deep from within him at your mouth being so obedient to him.

“Let's put that mouth to good use, shall we kitten? Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?” He asked as his hand found its place at the back of your neck to encourage you on.

Oh, Daddy? So he was in that mood now. Then you knew he was going to use and abuse your mouth to the fullest.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Your hand wrapped around his base as you looked up to him for permission to continue. The slight nod of his head was the signal you were looking for.

You opened your mouth to let your tongue trace his throbbing vein on the underside of him. The feel of you on his most sensitive part had him shudder at the feeling your tongue was giving him.

Your tongue swirled at the head of him. It ended with a light suckle to his mushroom tip like it was a delicious and tasty lollipop.

That was enough teasing for him. He needed more, so his hand at the back of you pushed your mouth more on him. All the way until your nose met his base, your tongue teasing his length as you managed to take him in fully. The feeling of him so deep in your throat made you cough around his entire cock. The vibrations felt wonderful on him as it made him shiver down his spine.

He needed more. With his hand holding your head in place, his hips thrust quick and sharp into your mouth, taking all it had to offer.

“You take me so well, doll. Such a good girl for me.”

He kept his dick deep in your throat at all times, fucking it to his liking, bruising and abusing it to the fullest, until you showed signs that you needed a break which he kindly let you have.

He couldn't help but hiss out at the loss of you around him, already missing having you on him. It was something he never could get enough of.

Your lips were swollen from the actions Bucky laid on you, and your eyes were watery at him tickling the back of your throat with every thrust of his hips. All in all, you were a beautiful mess for your Daddy, and he couldn't stop praising you for being so good to him.

The saliva from your mouth was trickling down his length, and it made you hungry to taste him again and again. You could never get enough of him in your mouth—the place where only he belonged.

His cock twitched when you looked up at him through your long lashes, and he couldn't help but wrap his fist around himself, making quick strokes to hurry up the process of cumming in your mouth.

“Show me that pretty tongue.”

Sticking it out for him like he asked and giving it a wiggle, he laid his head on the tip of it. Switching between tapping his head on it and making sinful strokes on himself.

The image of him looking so in control and dominant where he was standing tall and towering over you had your clit tingle in delight. You couldn't help yourself when you undid your pants some so you could snake your hand in your panties and give it the attention it so desperately needed.

“Look at you. Such a needy little thing. Needing to touch yourself while you suck me off.” His movements ceased to a halt. It was his way of saying it was your turn now to continue where he left off.

You took him in your hand to jerk him off as he did just a moment ago. The focus was on his red and sensitive tip. Your other hand was working on yourself to bring you to orgasm as well.

“Does it feel good, Daddy?”

“So good, kitten. Keep going.”

His eyes were closed shut, and his head leaning back some at the pleasure you were bringing him with your expert hand.

When you felt like he had enough, you let him in your mouth again for him to do as he pleased. His sounds of pleasure increased in volume as he fucked your warmth.

Encouraging flicks of your tongue were given to him as he fucked your face raw to his liking. Using your mouth for his pleasure, and you loved every second of it.

He was going to cum in your mouth; you could feel it, see it, and you wanted nothing more than have him shot his delicious seed down your throat. He twitched in your mouth and his muscles tensed up in preparation to let himself go. You were close to finishing as well as your hand was working on your clit.

He pulled himself out again, much to your disapproval, as he once more wrapped his fist around himself, making quick strokes.

“Open your mouth and show me that tongue.”

Doing as told, you opened wide for him to empty his cum on your desperate tongue. Your eyes were large and innocent when you looked up at him.

He was so close. His hand was losing the steady rhythm that he had. His vibranium one went in your hair to pull hard, making you emit a yelp at the pain.

“Fuck, I'm cumming, kitten. Cum for Daddy as well.”

The coil in your stomach snapped as his loud, and heavy grunts filled the air as he came all over your tongue and lips. Ropes of him decorating it so beautifully like an expensive artwork at the museum.

Once both of you came down from your high and he emptied himself entirely on you, he took a second to admire his work. Proud of how beautiful it looked.

“So pretty baby girl, Now swallow all of it.”

You closed your mouth and swallowed his load with no second thoughts. It was ingrained in you to do so. Like it was second nature. You showed him your empty mouth, which made him let out a satisfied groan of approval.

His thumb traced your lips to collect some of the remaining cum and pushed his digit into your parted lips for you to suck him clean.

“Such a good girl for me.”

A few seconds later, there could be heard a knock on the door and Sam's voice speaking from outside.

“Look, I don't know what the hell you guys are doing in there, but we need to leave, like right now.”

You and Bucky stifled a laugh at knowing that Sam most likely knew what was up with the two of you.

“Come on.” He helped you to stand up on your feet. “Let's get cleaned up, and then we have to leave.”

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[chasing-classics]

Our Little Secret Sessions- Nate Jacobs x Reader (2)

Pairing(s): Nate Jacobs x Reader

  Warning(s): SMUT, language, toxic relationships, older reader, NON-CON

  Summary: After landing a job as the high school’s new counselor you settle into your new home, unaware of what danger lurks just outside your front door. In Part Two, you meet another one of your students, only to be interrupted by the boy next door.

Part 1

 A couple of weeks had passed since your encounter with Nate, but the fear of what the teenage was capable of remained fresh in your mind. You could never forget the dominant, controlling look in his eyes when he had threatened you in your office. Since then, you had been unable to sleep properly and you found yourself constantly looking over your shoulder. On the bright side, you had not encountered him face-to-face since that day, but his presence could always be felt never too far away. He was like some sort of predator, a beast lurking in a dense jungle. Eyes sharp and ready to go in for the kill at any moment.

 ‘’Um miss?’’ a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

 You quickly snapped your head up, sitting straight up in your office chair as a young girl stood in the doorway. She was average height for her age, dark hair, glamorous makeup, and full lips. You had seen her walking down the hall a few times, an air of confidence always surrounding her. She reminded you of the girls you hated when you were in high school.

  ‘’I’m so sorry, please come in,’’ you extended your hand, gesturing to one of the empty chairs or the couch in front of your desk. She nodded, shutting the door behind her as she made herself comfortable.

 ‘’I’m sorry, I’m still getting used to everything here. I’m Miss y/l/n,’’ you held out your hand for her to shake. She looked down at it before slowly returning the gesture. Whether she just wasn’t used to people being polite to her or she just didn’t like you, you weren’t sure.

 ‘’Maddy,’’ she replied, her expression unreadable.

 ‘’Well how can I help you Maddy?’’ you offered a kind smile despite her semi-cold attitude.

 Her eyes flickered, searching for the right words to express her thoughts. Your brow furrowed as she visibly struggled.

 ‘’This is a safe place Maddy, whatever you tell me stays between us,’’ you encouraged.

 She bit down on her lip, hands twisting and fumbling in her lap as her leg bounced. Finally, she met your concerned gaze with a sigh.

 ‘’Do you think sexuality is a spectrum?’’ she blurted out.

  The question took you back, it taking everything in your for your mouth to stay shut.

  ‘’Well, in my opinion it certainly can be. There doesn’t necessarily have to be a one-size-fits-all or black and white approach to it. But I really think it depends on you and your preferences-‘’

 ‘’N-no. Not me,’’ she cut you off, still seemingly nervous. You arched a brow, trying to decipher what she was talking about.

 ‘’Is everything ok, Maddy?’’

  ‘’Look there’s this. . .guy who I’m seeing. And I found-‘’

 Knocking on your door made the two of you jump. A lump formed in your throat when the handle twisted and the door opened, revealing none other than Nate fucking Jacobs.

 You quickly cast a glance at Maddy who, for some reason or another, looked almost as petrified as you felt.

 ‘’Oh sorry Miss y/l/n, I didn’t know you were busy,’’ Nate practically hissed out the last word as his gaze fell upon Maddy.

  ‘’Mister Jacobs, I’m with Maddy right now. If you’d like we can schedule a meeting-‘’

 ‘’No! No, it’s ok, miss. I’ll be late for class anyway,’’ Maddy scrambled to collect her bag and rush out the door.

 ‘’I can write you a hallpass,’’ your words jumbled, practically pleading with the girl to stay so that you were not left alone with this sociopath. The smirk on Nate’s face made your blood run cold.

 Maddy murmured a quick ‘’bye’’ before the door shut closed behind Nate’s lanky figure. He scoffed, steadily turning his attention back to you as you shakily stood.

 ‘’You can’t just show up like that. I have a job to do and anyone could-‘’

 ‘’Take your pants off,’’ he abruptly interrupted you.

 A pitiful squeak, similar to that of a puny mouse cornered in a snake pit, escaped your lips as the air left your lungs.

 ‘’What?’’ you felt your heart began to beat faster as Nate took a step towards you after locking your door, sealing your fate.

 ‘’I said, take your pants off. And bend over your desk,’’ his deep voice shook you to your core.

 ‘’Nate, please,’’ you whispered, trying to sum up as much courage and dominance as you could as you stood straight and met his terrifying gaze.

 He didn’t respond as his hands descended on you. One locked itself onto the back of your neck and played with your hair as the other began to roughly grope your breasts through your flimsy shirt. His mouth pressed rough, hearted kissed onto the column of your neck as his breath fanned hot flames onto your soft skin. You felt paralyzed as his grip tightened, you having to bite your lips from crying out.

 You jumped when his large hand made its’ way underneath your shirt and the material of your bra. He easily captured a nipple between his index and middle finger and began to pinch and squeeze and tug on the sensitive bud, expertly rolling it however way he sought fit.

  ‘’L-leave,’’ you whispered. Half of you was praying and the other was making a rather pathetic attempt to reestablish authority over him.

 ‘’If I walk out that door, everyone will know how you slept with a student,’’ he threatened, biting at the soft juncture between your neck and shoulder, making you hiss in pain.

 ‘’I didn’t know!’’ you whimpered, cursing the way your body reacted to both his touch and his voice.

 Your nipples were overstimulated at this point, any rubbing against your bra or touch from Nate’s fingers had you mewling like a helpless kitten. Your knees locked together as you felt the heat expand downward from your arousal.

  ‘’The sooner you give in, the sooner I leave. The less chance you have of someone catching us,’’ he groaned, grinding his thickness into your lower abdomen so you felt what was awaiting you.

  You let out a shaky breath, nodding slowly as you nervously fumbled with your jeans. Nate all but growled when he saw the delicate lace material that hid your womanhood. His breathing labored and his cock twitched. Since he had last had you he had messed around with Maddy a few times, trying to placate his urges, trying to forget about his attractive new neighbor and school counselor. But something about you, the way you were allured him to you. He found himself craving you, imagining your cries and moans as he thrusted wildly into Maddy. He found himself becoming rougher at the thought of having you once again, all to himself. His little taboo. Today, he found he couldn’t wait any longer and found himself at your office door, ready to continue your secret little sessions.

 By the time your jeans had pooled around your ankles and your underwear shortly followed, your boots providing you with a little more height than usual, Nate grew tired of waiting. He shoved your paperwork, cleverly unhooking your phone in case anyone called, and shoved you down by your neck so that your body was painfully bent over the unforgiving surface.

 Your cheek pressed against the wood of the desk, your eyes searching for anything to focus on as you tried to block out the jingling of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down. You felt the heat of his cock at your entrance as Nate folded himself onto you, his breath hitting your cheek and neck as his toned abs gently grazed your spine and ass.

 ‘’Be quiet,’’ he warned, one massive hand wrapping around your face to cover your mouth. You winced as he spit down onto your spread pussy, using his thumb as makeshift lubricate. He hummed in approval at the feel of your arousal and you didn’t need to face him to know he had a chesire cat grin on his pale face. You could feel him retreat his hips before he lunged forward and sheathed his massive dick into your tight canal. You screamed against his hand, although it was practically just muffled mewls given his tight grip as he began rotating his hips, stretching your tightness to welcome whatever he was about to give you.

 ‘’Shhhh, good girl, look at you taking it like a champ,’’ he mocked as he reluctantly pulled out, only to violently snap forward, your body lunging with his brutal movements.

 Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you were ashamed to admit they were in pleasure. The feeling of complete fulness outweighed the pain, but you made a pitiful attempt to reach behind you and shove him back. You yelped as his other hand locked your wrists and pinned them to the small of your back, your body helpless and completely on display as Nate continued his brutal pace. He felt every quiver, every squeeze that your sweet pussy gave him. He nearly came within the first few minutes of being inside of you, but he managed to hold off. The way you squealed under him, your smaller body rocking in tune with his thrusts, and the way your tight pink pussy latched onto him to the point he dragged your body back as he pulled out was nothing that he had ever had before. He pressed more of his weight into you, trying to keep his own grunts and moans quiet as he gripped your face and wrists.

 ‘’So good,’’ he kept repeating in your neck as he hammered into you. The wet noises and sound of his hips violently meeting your backside filled you with fear that someone would come in and catch you. Your squealing and cries slowly transformed into needy moans and whimpers, you faintly acknowledged your juices beginning to drip down your inner thighs and you felt your insides begin to coil.

 ‘’N-Nate,’’ you breathlessly cried against his palm, attempting to suck in as much air through your nose as you could. He bite down on your shoulder, tongue lapping at the faint angry marks, groaning as his pace did not let out. He was impossibly thick and girthy, filling you and hitting your cervix with every ram of his hips. Your hands twitched and knees buckled as his cock began throbbing along your velvet walls. You couldn’t help but squeeze him as your own climax began to form, causing him to hiss against your shoulder.

  ‘’Gonna fill you up, oh fuck,’’ you faintly deciphered him growling out as you were forced to take his thrusts.

 Your clit throbbed almost painfully, knuckles turning lighter as your fists clenched against your back. He abruptly released your wrists, opting to clutch the curve of your hip as he forced your body back to meet his awaiting thrusts, making you cry out every time he angrily entered you. As you cried out with each thrust, he groaned, feeling your release incredibly close. He angled his hips slightly higher and dove in, grinning as he heard your moans, your pussy locking onto his dick as your orgasm coated him. He slowed his pace just to watch the way he glistened from your juices, enjoying the sinful squelching noises you both produced as he shoved himself repeatedly into you, before regaining his violent momentum.

 His grip on you tightened impossibly as you lay limp underneath him, lost in the waves of your release. All you felt was your body being forced back and forth as Nate impaled you onto his angry member. You swore you saw actual stars bouncing around your vision before you were forced back down into reality as he removed his hand from your mouth (finally) and gripped your throat. Through his animalistic movements he angled your face back to meet his in a bruising, possessive kiss as he ensured every inch of him was buried to the hilt inside of you as he shuddered. You groaned as the warmth of his cum filled your abused pussy. He moved against you one last time before slowly pulling you out and stuffing himself back into his jeans and zipping it back up. You winced when you felt a finger trace your lower lips and shove some of his load back into your sore pussy.

 ‘’Get dressed,’’ his voice conveyed his relaxation and his gaze was surprising soft as he helped you stand up.

 You didn’t speak as you redressed, your face still flushed with a postcoital glow. He tucked some of your hair out of your face as his eyes searched yours, his thoughts unreadable. But just as his expression lingered on borderline affection, that cruel teenage-boy smirk reappeared as his hand thumbed the base of your neck in a warning grip.

 ‘’I’m going to need that hall pass.’’

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝐻𝑦𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑 𝑃𝑒𝑡 𝐺𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑡 (𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑)

Warnings: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Loud and intense slurping sounds were the only thing heard besides your whimpers and moaning. You tried to move away from the face that was currently buried between your legs as you felt your 6th orgasm building up, but a firm hand placed itself on your stomach, holding you down to keep you from moving.

"Come on my little kitten, you know you want to cum one more time. Cum for me."

Hongjoong's skillful tongue laps up all of your juices, not letting a single drop go to waste. Coming up to lay on top of you, he kisses you tenderly, leftover arousal on his lips now being tasted by you. His fingers sweep your hair away, scratching at the back of your [insert color] ears and he chuckles when he feels you purring into his mouth.

"You feeling good kitten? You feel better?"

Although having him eat you out so many times was always a delight, you still felt like you needed more, your core starting to feel empty and needy. Looking up at him, your pupils dilated as your fingers brushed along the tent in his pants. Playing coy, Hongjoong tilted his head at you.

"What is it kitten? Do you want something from me?"

Hongjoong chuckled when he felt your claws began tearing at his jeans. Getting the hint, he began to take himself out, slapping his head on your clit.

"Don't worry kitten, master will fill you up."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Seonghwa let out a loud hiss when he felt your walls clench unbearably tight around him. His hand came down to caress the red prints he had left all over your ass, stroking them with utmost tenderness, before coming over to play with your little cotton tail, which briefly twitched when it felt his touch.

"You like that my little bunny?"

Your drawned out moan was an affirmative answer. Wanting to further tease you, he harshly tugged at your tail, sending you yelping into the pillow as you began cumming all over him.

"Oh fuck bunny! I'm gonna cum! Gonna cum inside you!" He cried out, his thrusts becoming more sporadic.

Your long ears began fretting uncontrollably when they heard his words.

"N-no master! You could get me pregnant! Humans can still-" Your sentence couldn't be finished as your body began getting heated once more.

Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact they got more desperate. Leaning over, he began kissing along your back.

"Really? I can breed you my little bunny?"

You nodded your head as you felt yourself cumming once again, nearly squirting when you heard his next words.

"Then let's knock you up. I wanna see you full of my babies."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Your fingers couldn't keep from fisting at your skirt, your eyes looking everywhere but at the tv in front of you, where a movie your loving master had put on for your weekly movie nights you often had. You hated this, you thought you could distract yourself and ignore the immense throbbing that started that morning, but it was becoming too much.

"Baby? Are you ok? What's wrong pup?"

Yunho's voice snapped you out of your thoughts and until then you realized you had been unconsciously rutting yourself on his thigh, your cheeks burning red with embarrassment. But Yunho didn't seem to mind as he began kissing your shoulders, hands sliding up under your shirt to knead at your exposed breasts.

"It hurts doesn't it puppy?"

You nodded, melting into his touch and tilting your head so he could suck hickeys into your neck.

"Is this ok? Does this feel better?" He asked you as he pinched your nipples.

You whined loudly, loving your master's caresses, but wanting them places elsewhere.

"Yes but-but.." You were too scared to ask him.

"But what pup? Still hurts? Where do you need it?"

Humming softly, Yunho dropped one hands inside your skirt, pushing your panties to the side to slide a finger, then 2 inside of you. You cried out at the stretch his long fingers gave you, spreading your legs out more so he could add a 3rd one.

"Master will take the pain away for you pup."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Coming home to find you, his fox hybrid, in pain and furiously grinding yourself onto a pillow somehow didn't phase Yeosang. He knew that you were bound to start your first heat anytime soon. You on the other hand, didn't fully understand what was happening to your body.

"M-master, please help." You begged him, your eyes becoming brimmed with tears.

Gently, Yeosang calmed you down first before ushering you to lie your naked body down onto the bed. Petting your ears softly, he went to his closet to get out the box he had stashed away until this moment arrived. Coming back over to you, he took out a weird device you had never seen before, but it was pink, long and cylindrical in shape. Turning on a button, it began making a buzzing noise and Yeosang then lowered it down until it touched your throbbing clit.

"Oh! Oh my god." You squirmed as vibrations pulsated all over your body.

Yeosang's fingers went back to your ears, stroking them as he moved the device around your sensitive little nub.

"This is called a vibrator my dear. It will help you out at times like these."

Soon he moved the vibrator from your clit and slipped it inside you, sliding it in and out of you until you were a shaking mess and came for the first time in your life. Taking it out of you, Yeosang studied the glistening juices left from your orgasm.

"Of course, one day even this won't be enough for you..."

You blushed and let out a squeak when you saw him lick some of the cum off as he winked at you.

"But that's what my cock will be here for."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San's fingers yanked your hair from the pillow, not willing to let you muffle the screams pouring out of your mouth. You cried out even harder as he began landing hard slaps on your ass.

"Stop trying to hide now, acting like you weren't rutting yourself on Mingi's lap just 5 minutes ago like the little bitch in heat you are."

Tears came down your cheeks as your legs threatened to give out underneath you. You didn't want to make San mad, but your heat was unbearable and yes, you accidentally rutted yourself on his friend while he was cuddling you on his lap.

"I'm sorry master! My- can't control my heat!" You exclaimed.

San let out a pensive hum, his hips slowing down until they stopped and he pulled out of you, which made you whine harder at being denied to cum.

"You're right....you really can't control yourself when you're in heat. All you can think about is getting fucked over and over."

With a sadistic grin, he threw you over his shoulder and stormed out of the room and into the living room, where his other members had reddened faces at having heard what was going on, but now they looked in shock as San set you on the floor, displaying your naked form to them.

"Guys my little puppy hybrid is in heat and needs a little fucking. Correction....a lot of fucking." He emphasized the last part.

Using his foot, he made you open your legs so they could all look at your soaked hole which ached to be filled once more, stuffed to the brim with cum.

"Come on guys, I've seen you stare at my little bitch too many times. If you want to fuck her, now's your chance. "

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

You couldn't ask for a better caregiver than Mingi. You absolutely loved him and he absolutely adored you. He took great care of you and was always displaying his affection towards you. And he always made sure to satisfy your needs, especially when you went into heat. You always looked forward to those times because he was extra attentive and even romantic towards you.

"There you go my pretty little kitten. That's it. Just take it nice and slow."

Your head was thrown back, eyes closed as you lost yourself in the immense pleasure of grinding against his huge cock. Mingi's hands were holding onto your waist, guiding your movements so he could hit your sweet spot each time you sunk down on his length. The splashing sounds of the water in the bathtub you two were in were the only other sounds besides the moans coming out both of your mouths.

Mingi attached his mouth to your neck, sucking down on your wet skin, brushing away some of your dampened hair.

"You're so beautiful my pretty one, and you're doing so well taking my cock." You lived for his praises and sweet words.

"Thank you master. Thank you for making me feel-"

You were silenced when he suddenly pressed his lips against yours, his tongue running itself across your upper lip as he began bucking his hips harder into you.

"Shh. Hush kitten."

You melted and immediately came all over him, feeling overwhelmed with not only euphoria but with love as well.

"Don't thank me kitten. Master just wants to make sure you're taken care of properly."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

Wooyoung hummed a soft tune to himself as he carefully flipped the pancakes he was currently cooking on the stove. It was early morning and he was wearing nothing but his sweatpants, hair a mess and in tangles from his previous night with you. He squealed when he suddenly felt a body press itself to his.

"Don't give me a heart attack so early in the morning." He scolded you, swatting the utensil on one of your fluffy ears.

Letting out a huff, you turned him to face you and he was kinda surprised to see you there naked. Just as he was about to ask, you pulled him in for a desperate kiss, fingers raking against his bare chest as you pulled him over to the table.

"God dammit Y/N, are you seriously this horny this early?" Although he complained, he still made no effort to push you off him nor stop your hand from palming his growing hard on.

"I'm still in heat! Please, I need you." You whimpered at him, taking one of his hands to cup and feel your dripping mound.

Growling, Wooyoung flipped you so you were laying on the table, his hands spreading your legs open. Pulling his sweatpants down, he surprised you when you saw he had gone commando that morning.

"What? I knew there would be no use in wearing underwear."

You gasped when he entered you promptly, immediately pounding his into you. He was going at it so hard you reached your hands up to grip onto his arms to steady yourself as you felt the first orgasm of the day washing over you.

"Fuck! You really are just a horny little bunny. Just wants to pounce on my cock and get fucked dumb."

You shook under him when he snaked a hand to wrap around your throat, making you go dizzy as you began chanting his name over and over again.

"I'll make sure to fuck you dumb my horny bunny."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Catching your ears poke out from the doorway, Jongho set his weights down and turned to look at you, who immediately hid.

"What's wrong my little vixen?" He celled out for you.

You nervously stuck your face out.

"No....nothing master. I'm sorry for disturbing you."

Just as you were about to run away, Jongho called out for you again.

"Wait! Babygirl come over here." He ordered you.

Seeing you walk in with your fingers tugging at your oversized sleeves, cheeks pink and ears down, Jongho could already guess what was going on. Cupping your chin, he tilted it up.

"Well then? What is it my little vixen?"

You wanted to cry from how embarrassed you were and for disturbing Jongho with your dirty needs when he was obviously busy.

"I'm sorry m-master ... I'll go-"

"Nonsense my darling. It's ok. I know you're still in heat so don't cry ok?"

Pecking your lips, he picked you up and walked over to the couch, sitting down and immediately stripping you out of your shorts and panties, which were drenched at this point. Jongho then gently placed you on one of his thighs just as he always did when you went into heat, his hands giving your ass cheeks a gentle squeeze.

"Ok. Go on my little vixen. Put on your little show for me, fuck yourself on my thigh as much as you want."

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[realisticjojoxreader]

For writing requests: Hugging the Crusaders!!!!!!!! 😳🥺👉🏻👈🏻

this was very fun to write lol these guys suck

stardust crusaders x reader (?), part 3 obviously, 1.4k

JOSEPH:

You ask for a hug and he obliges instantly, starved for affection since his grandson will barely speak to him. His arms are warm around you, stronger than they should be at his age, and he holds you tight, like you’re the only thing in the world that matters. It feels like you’re the center of his universe.

Taking a deep breath, you wrinkle your nose. What is that smell...? Is that his aftershave? It’s like dust, almost, mixed with wet paper. Where on earth did he get something like that? Why does he use it? It stinks.

The hug is so comfortable, though, and you feel so loved, that you can ignore the weird old man smell. His shirt is scratchy against your skin.

After a long moment, he releases you, hands brushing gently through your hair. Then, something snags, tugging on your hair. Hard. Like, really hard. It actually really fucking hurts. You recoil instinctively, which just pulls your hair even harder, making your scalp burn.

“Oh no!!” screams Joseph, so loudly that you flinch, which just tugs your hair yet again, and you yelp. “Oh shit!! My prosthetic hand is caught in your hair!!”

“Why aren’t you wearing your glove?!”

He hisses apologetically. “I, uh, took it off when I went to the loo.” Oh my god, ew. What the fuck, dude? For a long moment, he stands there trying to undo what he's done, wiggling his fingers in your hair completely ineffectually. “I don’t think we can untangle this ourselves," he says eventually, taking the L. "Let’s go get my grandson.” He turns toward where the others are all standing and takes a slow but confident step forward.

Then Joseph, graceful as ever, trips over absolutely nothing and falls like a sack of bricks. You thoughtlessly brace yourself with your Stand to make sure he doesn’t drag you down, too, forgetting that his hand is very much still stuck in your hair. He falls and takes a hand-sized chunk of your hair with him, leaving you partially bald and sobbing from the pain.

You collapse to the ground, screaming, and the others rush over, finally noticing that something’s happening over here.

“Oops,” says Joseph, holding up a fistful of your hair.

“Nice haircut, idiot,” says Jotaro, looking at you with a tiny smile on his face, like today is Christmas and your partial baldness is his gift from Santa. God, fuck the entire Joestar bloodline. You hope DIO kills them all. They'd absolutely have it coming, though you'd miss Holly.

The only reason you don't abandon them is a promise from Joseph that he'll cover all your expenses until you're back home.

ABDUL:

You ask for a hug and he squints, for second, as if unsure you meant it. When you smile encouragingly, he smiles back and steps forward to wrap you up in his arms.

The hug is warm, like sheets that have just been pulled from the dryer, complete with the clean smell of fresh linen. You’re not sure how he smells so good, seeing as you’ve been traveling in the desert for days, now, and everyone else stinks to high heaven, but you won’t look a gift horse in the mouth.

His jewelry rattles as bit as he starts to sway, still holding you tight. You’ve never felt so safe before, especially not since the group made it to Egypt, closing in on DIO in Cairo. As long as you stay in Abdul’s arms, nothing bad can happen.

He pulls back a bit to look you in the eyes. His expression is so hopelessly kind that you have to look away, overwhelmed with it. “Look at me,” he says, voice soft as anything, and you oblige. He says half of your name before his face contorts, as if he’s in pain.

“Abdul? Are you—” you get cut off when Abdul sneezes, right on your face, right into your open mouth. “FUCK!” God, it was so wet, you're going to fucking lose it. You can’t help but punch him in the shoulder.

Because he’s a nice person, Abdul is horrified by what he’s just done to you and also graciously ignores you hitting him. “I’m so sorry!”

It was an accident, so you really can’t get too mad, but you’re still upset. That was so fucking gross.

Something smells weird, now, too. Like smoke.

“Hey, noroma,” says Jotaro, calling you the little nickname he has for you—you don't know what it means, but you're the only one he calls that, which you kind of love. It means you're special to him. Him and the others are finally back from the gas station convenience store, arms full of snacks and water. Jotaro looks bored as ever when he tells you, “Your jacket’s on fire.”

Ah. That explains the smoke smell.

Ultimately, your jacket is ruined and you have minor burns on your wrists. You ask the Crusaders to drop you off at the Cairo airport, because you can’t keep fucking doing this, not after what Joseph did to your hair yesterday.

But then Polnareff makes some revolting-ass puppy dog eyes at you, imploring you to stay, and for some reason, you cave. Anything to get him to stop making that awful face.

POLNAREFF:

You ask for a hug and he grins at you, big and stupid and pleased as punch. That's the expression he makes any time anyone is ever nice to him.

His hug is a little awkward, like he's not used to having someone so close to him. It'd make you feel bad for him if he didn't stink to high heaven. You kind of expected that—he's French, after all—so you're able to ignore it, for the most part. It's not like the others smell like a bag of roses, either, except Abdul, because he rules. (Destroyed jacket and burns that still smart something awful notwithstanding.) It's been a long journey.

After not very long at all, Polnareff starts to get antsy, almost vibrating in your arms. What is he, five years old? Can't he relax long enough for a single hug?

Then he starts giggling, which puts you on edge instantly. Nothing good can come out of him when he's snickering like that.

Before you can pull away, though, you find out why he's giggling.

He's still cackling when he presses his wet, sweat-soaked palms against the bare skin of your arms. You violently recoil and, with more anger than you felt even when Joseph partially balded you, you punch Polnareff right in his stupid fucking nose.

Blood erupts from his face like a geyser. Before you can even laugh at him, something hits you with the force of a moving train. It feels… naked?

Oh. It's Star Platinum. Great. Great! That's just what you needed today, to get your ass beat by Jotaro and his mostly-naked guy of a stand.

Maybe DIO's taking applications.

You almost walk off yet again, but Joseph reminds you of his promise and promises that you're allowed to sit in the front of every car from now on. He also stops Jotaro from kicking the shit out of you, so you stick around, though you suspect you'll regret it.

KAKYOIN:

You ask for a hug and he looks at you like you have two heads. “Me?” he asks incredulously, looking around as if searching for the person you were really talking to. The others are all in the restaurant's restroom right now.

“Yes, you. Who else?” There’s literally no one else around.

“I don’t know,” he says. “I don’t really do hugs. Could you go ask Jotaro or something?”

JOTARO:

Instead of asking for a hug—you know he'll just say no—you ambush him with one, waiting for him to turn the corner and walk right into your open arms. This wouldn't normally work, but you made sure to spring your trap when he was in a heated (though still playful) argument with Polnareff about whale sharks.

Just as you planned, he notices you far too late to stop you, and you grin wide as you wrap your arms around him. He feels solid and warm. You never want to let go.

Jotaro doesn't give you much of a choice.

"Ew," he says before summoning Star Platinum, who grabs you by the scruff of the neck like a naughty kitten. "This is why I call you noroma. Fucking dipshit." And with that, Star Platinum flings you bodily into the dirty ass canal running along the side of the road.

DIO is, in fact, taking applications. You get rejected.

[cherrybyunss]

Ship: Jeno x Reader Word Count: 2.4k Tags: Smut, Explicit, Dom!Jeno Sub!Reader, Use of Sex Toys (Vibrator) and Restraints, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfold), Pain Infliction (Spanking + Tassel), Temperature Play, Oral (M receiving), Dirty Talking, Nipple Play, Overstimulation, Hints of Supspace, Protected Sex.

An excerpt from When It Gets Risky: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

Excerpts Masterlist

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You entered his room before him, and reminisced the amazing time you had the last time you were there. You heard the door close behind you and tried to hold back a smile.

You turned around to look at him, and before you could speak a word, he did.

“Strip.”

His voice sent shivers down your body. Fuck, this was how it was gonna be.

“I said,” He repeated. “Strip. Don’t make me repeat myself again.”

You felt paralyzed for a second before your hand went up to unbutton your shirt almost instantly. The way he looked at you made you feel fear, and arousal.

You took your time stripping, carefully looking for his approval at your every move. When you were done, you felt yourself turn a little red at the ordeal of the man standing in front of you, entirely clothed, taking in your form.

You could feel his eyes on you when he reached to unbuckle his belt. And you felt your core clench at the possible implications, looking at him with wide eyes.

He came closer to you and turned you around, letting his breath hit your ear as he spoke. “Good girl.”

You’d never thought you’d shiver at the words like you did. Your heart raced as he tied your hands behind you, with seemingly no difficulty. He traced his fingers up your arm lightly before his hand grabbed your jaw and pushed it up, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder.

He kissed your neck, biting into a sensitive spot and soothing it with his tongue before sucking on it, making your whimper against him.

He turned you around again and kissed you, hard. Biting and sucking down your jaw and your neck till your knees went weak, hands trying to break free and grab his hair. He then pulled away and spoke. “Stay still.”

You gulped and nodded before he went behind you. You knew better than to look at what he was upto when you’d been asked to stay still. You heard him getting close to you again before you felt a hand on your waist, holding you still, and another on your nape, prompting you to lean forward till your face was against the door.

“As I thought.” You heard his voice say as he caressed your slit, his grasp on your nape too strong for you to look over your shoulder. He leaned in next to your ear, his chest was now bare. “Look how much you’re enjoying being manhandled.” He said, his deep voice making you clench around nothing. He kissed your back, and bit down on a spot, making you take in a sharp breath as your back arched away from him.

He stood straight up before he withdrew his fingers, and replaced them with something harder and colder. You gasped when you realized what it was.

“Let’s hope you manage to take it.” He said as he pushed the toy completely inside you, earning a soft moan from you as he sighed at the sight.

He then withdrew his hands and you waited for his next command. You heard Jeno scoff, and felt sheepish.

“Turn around.” He said. And you did, to find him sitting on the edge of his bed. His hard length, now free, caught your eyes right away and you felt heat spread through your body when he beckoned you over to him with his finger.

You walked over to him, hyperaware of both, the way the vibrator caressed your walls, and the way Jeno watched you as you did.

“Sit down.” He said and you obeyed. You got seated between his legs on the floor. “Good girl.” He said again.

You looked up at him for permission before you leaned in to leave kitten licks on the head of his cock. He hissed as his hand went up to caress your hair.

You finally licked up his shaft before taking as much of him inside your mouth as you could. And just as you were about to start bobbing your head, he switched the vibrator on.

Your eyes shot open as you gasped, and he grabbed your nape once again, making it impossible for you to move away.

Slowly at first, he moved your head up and down his cock, and then fastened his pace, making you choke on his length.

He kept going as the vibrations in your core drove you close to your orgasm and you moan, our hands almost hurting with how desperately you tried to free them.

He groaned at the feeling of your moans around his dick as he kept going faster, and harder.

Jeno steadily increased the intensity of the vibrations, making you almost jolt as they became too much for you to handle, and you came.

But Jeno didn’t turn the vibrator off. Instead, he amplified the intensity yet again as he continued thrusting into your mouth at a merciless speed.

You almost managed to screamed at the oversensitivity as your legs shook, trying to beg him to stop.

“Take it.” He managed to sound authoritative even as he pounded into your mouth. Tears formed in your eyes as your body moved on its own, closing your legs, and making it worse. You cried as you came the second time.

This time, so did he. Switching the vibrator off, he locked your mouth close as he spilled into your it in a couple of final thrusts.

“Swallow.” He commanded again between a few deep breaths. And you did.

He finally loosened his grip enough to let you clean him up, not leaving a single trace of the mess your mouth had been just seconds ago.

He grabbed your hair and yanked your face up before smashing your lips together and kissing you with almost painful fervor. Tears streaming down your face as he did.

He pulled away to look at you – lips swollen red, face flushed and breath shaky.

“Fuck, you pretty little thing.” He groaned before his voice turned whispery. “I wanna ruin you.” You exhaled at the way his words made your skin burn.

He helped you up on your feet and scoffed when you lost balance. He kissed you again before he picked you up bridal style and climbed onto the bed before letting you fall onto the soft surface.

“Ass up.” He said. And you looked at him with wide eyes for a second before obeying. You could feel the anticipation grow in you in the form of arousal. You got on your knees and lifted your ass up in the air, letting one side of your face get buried into the mattress.

His gaze pierced through you as he observed your form. You heard him take in a breath before the sound of a loud smack echoed in the room as his hand landed smack on your ass, along with the shriek it earned from you.

The pleasure it sent up your body had you closing your legs yet again, but he pried them open before landing yet another smack on the still sensitive spot, and you yelped. “Fuck!”

He caressed the area you were sure was red by now lightly, the touch making your skin burn. You sighed at the sensation.

You felt one of his hands grab your hair and yank you up, your back flush against his chest as the other went around your throat, putting pressure at the sides, cutting out some of your air. “This is how you teased me that day, remember?”

Your mind flashed back to the first time you had sex with the guy.

“You seem to love playing with fire.” He said against your ear as the hand that wasn’t busy choking you travelled down to pinch your nipple, hard. You yelped. “You have no idea what I wanted to do to you in that one moment, princess.” He said, his voice sounding downright malevolent, downright sinful. “You’re about to.”

He lowered you down to sit on your knees before asking you to sit still. And you couldn’t have disobeyed even if you wanted to. Your body had already given up control.

The next thing you knew was a black cloth going around your eyes, blocking out your vision entirely, and Jeno’s hands tying a knot behind your head. You froze for a split second before you heard his voice. “Ass. Up.”

You wanted to cry as your core clenched around the vibrator. You obeyed.

“Good girl.” He said, caressing your ass.

You shuddered when you felt something crawl on your back, and with your sense of sight inhibited, the light sensation lit every spot it came in contact with on fire as it travelled south, earning a whimper from you.

The sensation withdrew for a second, your curiosity never lasting too long when it came back in the form of a smack on your ass.

It was a tassel.

You let out a loud moan at the pain. Which almost immediately turned into a continuous mess of moans as Jeno turned the vibrator on once again.

You screamed as Jeno spanked you with the tassel again, the pleasure from the vibrations getting amplified to dangerous extents with every hit, making your body jolt.

Your legs gave out with one last hit, as you came once again in under a minute, in a screaming and moaning mess. And Jeno turned the vibrator off.

You breathed heavily as the cloth soaked up your tears.

“Fuck.” You heard Jeno say under his breath, and spanked you once again, making you wail for him to stop. “Look at you.” He said.

He exhaled before grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you up, the action feeling a little gentler than the last time.

“Shh.” He said against your ear as your breath hitched in a sob. “You’re such a good girl.” You shuddered at his breath hitting your skin, feeling hyperaware of every touch, and every sound around you.

He undid the belt from your wrists, letting your hands fall onto the bed to support your weight as soon as they got freed.

“Turn around.” He said. And you took in a deep breath to help stop the panting before you did.

He lowered you onto the mattress and pinned your hands above your head as he kissed you, deep. His lips moved against your with passion enough to make your knees go weak.

“Stay still.” He said as he broke away and removed himself from on top of you. And you surprised yourself with how sad that made you. You wanted him to stay. You wanted him to make you feel like his toy. You wanted him bone deep inside you, and all around you. You wanted him.

Adrenaline flooded your body when he returned.

He kissed you again, right before you felt him move. Ah, you right about came again when you realized what was happening. Jeno was tying your hands to the corners of his bed with ropes.

You hissed at the slight pain from your sore wrists rubbing against the hard rope, before it made you giggle a little. You exhaled, feeling like you’re levitating, feeling lighter than you ever had before.

“Hey.” Jeno’s voice said. And you smiled in response.

You felt Jeno pull the vibrator out from your heat, letting out a breathy moan at the feeling.

Anticipation filled your body, and continued to grow, as you wondered what was coming. You wanted Jeno to ruin you.

You could swear your heart skipped several beat when you heard the sound of the vibrator. Jeno had switched it on again.

You felt his thumb caress your lower lip, your tongue instinctively darted out to lick the tip before you sucking on it lightly. You opened your mouth slightly when he dragged your lower lip with his thumb to let him enter, but instead, he withdrew his thumb and inserted two of his fingers inside for you to suck on. You hummed at surprise. He curled his fingers upwards and lightly caressed the roof of your mouth, making you whimper.

Right as he pulled away, you felt the vibrator come in contact with your hardened nipple, and jolted as you moaned.

You thought you could come from just that much when you took in a sharp breath and screamed as your other nipple came in contact with something extremely cold and wet.

It was ice.

Tears flowed down your eyes once again as your mouth fell open and your body almost seized up in pleasure.

Jeno held the vibrator in place as he slid the ice cube down your body, stopping at your navel for a second, letting it melt there, and making your brain go haywire as it did. You almost couldn’t make a sound. Your breath labored as tears continued to fall.

Every single nerve in your body felt like it was on fire as the ice continued to come in contact with uncharted skin, your wrists bruising from the force you pulled onto the ropes with, and you couldn’t do a thing but cry.

As it got closer to your heat, you bit your lip so hard, you drew blood. And you shrieked when you felt the ice against your clit. Circling it first, and get rubbing onto it with a pace you couldn’t fathom.

Right before numbness could take over, it slid further down.

Jeno let the vibrator touch your clit the same time as he pushed the ice cube inside your heat.

Your mind went black for a second before you ascended. The vibrations and the cold, melting ice against your hot walls made you ascend into another dimension.

You felt Jeno grab onto your thigh and bite down on a spot close to your core, and you felt nothing but pleasure, pleasure like you’d never felt before, and your entire body trembled as you came.

Jeno let you ride your high out for a while before removing the vibrator and pushing his protected length into you in one hard thrust.

You felt a strong hand cover your mouth right when you were about to scream, from pleasure, for you couldn’t even feel pain anymore.

He bit down onto your shoulder and pounded into you in a hungry passion, your skin burning against his as his length caressed your walls, hitting every right spot inside you repeatedly with reckless, wanton abandon.

His hands muffled your moans as you came for the second time in a row, your body trying to lock itself up against his, and only succeeding when he came closely after.

You breathe heavy against each other for a second, before Jeno sat up and removed your blindfold.

Ah, your brain hazy, you said to yourself at the drunken sight of the gorgeous man and nothing around him, I’m in too deep.

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Read the entire fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31129871/chapters/76918949

Excerpts Masterlist

[tinkerbellwoo]

Movie Night - C. San

Synopsis - You and San were supposed to be having a movie night but it quickly turns into much more after a steamy scene appears on the TV.

Genre - Smut

Pairing - Boyfriend!San x Female!Reader

Warnings - Marking, light hair pulling, oral (M receiving), light spitting, nipple play (F receiving), dirty talk, bad language, light spanking, light choking, unprotected sex, rough sex, creampie, light biting, pet names, could be more tbh but you get the point.

Word Count - 1200+

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What was supposed to be an innocent movie night, turned into something much more intimate. You were laying between your boyfriend’s legs, arms wrapped around his waist with your head resting on his stomach, when you started to feel him getting hard beneath you as an erotic scene played out on the TV.

You tried to ignore it but you couldn't stop your panties soaking at the feeling of San moving his hips against you, the outline of his cock prominent through the fabric of his grey sweatpants. “Baby” He speaks out, his eyes burning into the top of your head and the lust in his voice is more than evident.

You look up at him as he cups your chin, tilting your head to encourage you to move yourself up to kiss him. You shuffle up his body, still in-between his legs as your hands rest on his broad chest, San wastes no time and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. A hand moves from your chin to your jaw, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as the other hand rests on your waist.

He nibbles at your bottom lip before gliding his tongue across it, asking for access which you grant him. Both of your tongues dance together in each others mouths as you bring a hand up to clutch the hair on the back of his head, San ruts up against you at your action, desperate for more friction.

“Fuck baby, I need you” He groans against your lips. You kiss along his jaw, grazing your teeth against the sharp bone before decorating his neck with deep shades of red and purple bruises. You tug at the bottom of his shirt and San immediately removes it, tossing it behind the couch as you sit up between his legs to remove your own. 

You almost drool at the sight of his defined abs, wasting no time placing kisses down the beautiful muscles as your hand squeezes his solid cock through the thin material of his sweats. He lets out a moan that is nothing short of arousing, pulling off his sweats, you instantly palm him through his boxers to hear another one of his beautiful moans. He hisses through his teeth as he throws his head back against the couch “Please baby, no more teasing-” he begs, followed by another moan.

Discarding his boxers, his painfully hard member springs up and hits his stomach, a string of precum leaking from his angry, red tip. You feel yourself begin to drool at the sight of the protruding veins and you refuse to waste another second, grabbing his thick cock, you pump him a couple of times before sucking his tip, kitten-licking his slit and then taking his full length into your mouth.

San’s hands grip onto your hair as you gag around his length, taking it out of your mouth before licking from his base to his tip as you bat your eyelashes at him, He could've cum at the sight of you, your lips red and glossy with saliva and precum, eyes sparkling through your thick lashes and cheeks pink from arousal.

You spit on his tip before smearing it over his length, using both hands to pump him in a twisting motion. “F-fuck, fuck, fuck stop I'm gonna cum” He whines as he grabs your hands, halting your actions. “Let me make you feel good, on your back” He demands, but you have other ideas. Instead, you remove your jeans and straddle his lap, your drenched panties rub against his cock “Fuck angel, you’re soaked” He groans as he grips your thighs, stroking his hands up to your waist.

“Please just let me ride you Sannie, I need you inside me” You beg, he smirks at your plea and hooks his fingers under the hem of your panties, urging you to take them off. He throws them to the side, removes your bra swiftly and places his hands on your hips, moving your wet folds against his stiffness, causing you to let out a whine when your clit brushes against his tip.

Grabbing his cock, you lower yourself onto him as he slips in with ease due to how wet you are and your spit still covering his length. You both moan at the feeling as you slowly begin to move yourself up and down. His hands move up to cup your breasts, massaging the soft flesh before rolling your nipples between his fingers, causing you to throw your head back and move yourself faster against his hips.

“Oh fuck San, that feels so good” You whine, San sits himself up slightly to take your left nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue against the bud before switching to the other side to do the same thing. He releases your nipple with a lewd pop and begins sucking on the flesh of your breasts, marking you with red bruises which causes you to lose yourself on top of him.

Sparks shoot through your body as he hits your sweet spot head-on and your clit grazes his pubic bone. “God, baby you look so fucking sexy like this” He growls “should ride me more often” He smirks, watching your tits bounce as you lift yourself and drop back down onto his cock, all you can do is whimper at his words.

Your thighs begin to burn but you need more, San notices and wraps a hand around your throat, pulling your face down to meet his, his other hand wrapping tightly around your waist. Your chests glistening with sweat press against each other as San kisses you roughly, fucking up into your wet cunt, causing you to whine into his mouth and desperately grip his shoulders, creating crescent shapes in his skin from your nails.

“I love you so much, fuck- you feel so good” He growls against your lips, his hand still wrapped around your throat but only to hold you in place, barely applying much pressure. His other hand adds a harsh spank to your ass before gripping it roughly to soothe the sharp pain. “F-fuck Sannie, make me cum” You beg, your voice unsteady from the relentless pounding your boyfriend is giving you right now.

“Anything for my princess” He replies, nipping your ear before burying his face in your neck, licking and sucking at the skin as he moves a hand to your clit to rub fast circles against the bundle of nerves. You yelp at the added pleasure, your back arching as you grip his hair “I-I’m, I’m gonna-” you squeak, your voice caught in your throat “I know baby, me too. Cum for me” San replies, looking up at you to watch your expression as you cum.

His words are enough to bring you to your release, gripping onto his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck and lay against his chest, San reaches his climax, filling you to the brim with his hot cum, pumping it into you slowly as you both come down from your climax.

San pulls out of you, his cum leaking out of your cunt and trickling down your folds as he strokes your hair out of your face, placing a kiss to your forehead. “You should ride me more often” He giggles, back to his soft self after the demonic performance he just put on. All you can do is lay limp against him, exhausted from the activities that took place only moments ago.

“Here, let’s get cleaned up and go to bed, hmm?” He says softly before lifting you up and carrying you to the bathroom.

So much for movie night...

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A/N - So this is absolute filth but I hope you liked it lmao. I really would’ve preferred to add a ‘keep reading’ link but it glitches and fucks up my work every time I try and use it. If you have any tips on how to avoid this I’d greatly appreciate it as it would be better for my longer fics. Thanks for reading 💙

Tag List - @simphwa @multidreams-and-desires @yunhoiseyecandy

[eonghwa]

answer!seonghwa x halahala!seonghwa x fem!reader

answer!sh profile

halahala!sh profile

ː into the #seonghwa-verse — intro + masterlist ː

just answer!sh and halahala!sh cockblocking each other

a/n: i have no idea what the fuck this is, is this crack or smut? anyway halahala!sh is not easy to deal with, he drained my brain and i’m in pain. AND i didn’t know i was such a simp for answer!seonghwa til this happened. not funny.

cw: sub!reader. threesome, fingering, rough sex, dacryphilia, hair pulling, mention of safe word (sh being overprotective), overstimulation implied, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie.

you are in bed with answer!sh being the lovey-dovey couple you often are, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ears and giggling every now and then. you are both half naked, you wearing a long shirt and some panties and him just in his underwear setting the mood for some lazy sex as he’s fingering you with just his pinkie and pressing the end of his palm on your clit from time to time all the while looking straight in your eyes with a smile.

when you close your eyes to let out a soft moan he gently grazes the skin of your neck with his lips and leaves a wet trail of open-mouthed kisses from your neck to your chest pecking at your hardened nipples every time you pant.

the door suddenly opens and halahala!sh enters just to freeze a second later when he sees you in bed together. you jolt caught off guard and answer!sh pulls out chuckling at you reaction “you need something?” he asks the other man wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him.

halahala!sh looks at you with a stern glare and you shiver, his eyes always so fierce. at times you still don’t know if he’s judging you or not. “i’ll talk to you later” he says eventually, turning around ready to leave the room. “wait” answer!sh exclaims drawing yours and halahala!sh attention.

he turns his head towards you “what do you say if we ask him to join us?” he questions smirking, looking at him and then at you again, not knowing how much he’s gonna regret this later.

“he looks tense” he adds cupping your cheeks, his eyes boring into yours waiting for your answer. “he always does.” you joke making sure only him can hear you and he snorts.

“come on baby, take him here“ he prods and you nod approaching halahala!sh as he stares at you intently, watching your every move with his piercing eyes. you falters as you take his hand in yours but when you touch him he immediately flinches cutting his eyes at you. “i’m sorry” you apologize when you notice he’s not wearing his usual gloves, you try to touch him but he stops you right away “don’t.”

you hear the man behind you calling the attention to him again “who fucking cares about your gloves.” you can tell by his voice he’s slightly annoyed “if you are not interested you can leave.“ he adds pointing to the door and with that halahala!sh rests his hand on your back groping your ass and landing a harsh spank on it making you moan.

he takes his hat off and lets it fall on the floor before pushing you on the bed with another spank and answer!sh pat the mattress so you can crawl back to him, placing yourself between his legs with your back resting on his bare chest. “good girl” he whispers in your ear as he leaves little kisses on your shoulders “open up your legs now, let our guest see how wet you are” halahala!sh stretches out his arm and takes off your panties with just one finger, his eyes fixed on your dripping core.  

answer!sh plunges his fingers back inside you and you close your eyes letting your head rest on his shoulder and giving in to the pleasure. you let the most sinful sounds and waves of heat runs through your body as you meet halahala!sh’s eyes, darkening even more out of lust.

“take off your shirt.” you do as told and you can see the tent in his pants growing. you look up at him and urge him to strip with your pleading eyes as you let out another small whimper.

he gets on the bed with you and hiss as soon as your hands touch his dick, twitching when you stroke him. he tugs at your hair and angles your face better so that your mouth is just few inches away from his throbbing cock prodding at your lips with his red tip but answer!sh pushes him away with his foot earning a glare from him but he just handles him a condom as he keeps fingering you.

he adds another finger inside you and he pumps them until you arch your back leaking so much arousal “i think you are ready for him kitten” he says pulling out once again and licking off your juices coating his fingers, humming at the taste “always tasting so fucking good.”

halahala!sh pulls you away from answer!sh and lays you on the sheets as he positions himself between your legs making you open them wider and lining up with your entrance.

“baby, remember the safe word” answer!sh tells you but his words are muffled by a sudden loud moan that escapes your lips when halahala!sh pushes himself deep inside your wet cunt in one rough thrust.

answer!sh intently watches you, feeling his cock getting impossibly harder the flushed tip and precum beginning to drip down his length. “you are so pretty like this, angel” he brushes his fingers over his erection but doesn’t move his hand any further waiting for his turn and have you sink down onto him.

“you are always so fucking tight and wet... maybe we don’t fuck you enough.” halahala!sh says in a low voice more to himself than you but hearing him makes you moan again as he pounds in your pussy restlessly hitting your spot with sharp thrusts.

his thrusts gain more speed and you open your mouth in a silent gasp when he harshly rubs against your walls, your eyes rolling in the back of your head out of pleasure. he fasten his pace once more and you squeeze your eyes shut gripping the bedsheet tightly. the sight so erotic he stifles a moan as you squirt all over his cock and the bed.

“does he feel good?” answer!sh chimes in again “let me hear you kitten, you know how much i love your moans” his voice trembling watching your face scrunched up in pain and pleasure. "please touch me” you say, your voice almost inaudible and your eyes filling up with tears for the continuous stimulation, whenever you have sex with him he always feels so cold and you just want to feel his hands on you.

“for fuck’s sake just kiss her!” answer!sh says in a frustrated tone as he watches halahala!sh fucking into you with no emotion and not giving in to any touch “ah fuck off.” he groans back.

he stops for a moment to adjust your positions, shoving you on your hands and knees. your mouth hanging open and your breath heavy as he picks up his pace again pounding hard from behind. answer!sh stiffen as he hears you yelping in pain. “slow down” he warns the other man a first time but halahala!sh just pulls your hair to keep your head in place and you squeeze answer!sh’s hand when another jolt runs through you and tears start falling from your eyes. “i said slow down” he urges the man again this time placing a hand on his shoulder firmly.

halahala!sh can tell you’re at the edge as he delivers the last thrusts. “RED! FUCKING STOP!” answer!sh almost yells at the same time as the orgasm hits you both and he cums in the condom making your body shiver once again at the sensation.

you collapse on the bed and for a brief moment his hand lingers on your thigh  brushing so faintly on your skin that you almost think you made that up, i mean  he wouldn’t touch you like this or show you any kind of affection, would he? he looks at you but diverts his eyes when he sees you gazing back at him with your big glossy eyes.

“baby, are u okay?” answer!sh throws himself at you pushing halahala!sh away “you’re a fucking idiot” adds, this time directing his angry words at the man who’s now glaring at him without saying anything. you nod. “i’m fine. i was just caught off guard. he didn’t hurt me.” you reassure him “i would’ve used the safe word if that was to much, i promise.”

he helps you up and kisses you slowly, stroking your body gently looking at you for any sign of discomfort. “you think you can take one more?” he finally asks hesitantly. you chuckle at his question and nod “are u sure?” you mewl as his hands start massaging your inner thighs “cute.”

when he sinks into you he stays still for a moment, loving how warm you are  around him and then he starts thrusting in a slow pace, enjoying your every reaction. “god, your pussy feels so good.” you clench at his words and he groans in pleasure. “you always take me so well.” you arch your back for him and he uses that to put his hand on you pulling you closer.

doesn’t take much for you to be on the edge close to your orgasms “cum inside, please” you whine. “yes baby. i’m gonna fill you up so much.” his thrusts become sloppy and his words a little muffled “i’m gonna knock you up. you would look so pretty swollen with my babies- fuck” he feels your walls spasming around him and he knows you’re seconds away from your high. “baby let go for me!” he urges you squeezing your hands and grazing your skin with his lips as you ride your high together.

he hold himself deep inside of you not pulling out yet as he collapse over you. when he finally does you look at him with a small frown feeling empty and he laugh softly “now you need rest baby.”

you slump down on the bed and let your eyes close, catching your breath as he leaves a kiss on your head. his eyes lower down and linger on the cum oozing out of you. he he lets out a groan “babygirl, you did so well.” his fingers tracing your cum covered clit “so well for me.”

he leaves one last kiss on your forehead and helps you up to lead you to the bathroom to clean up and make sure you do everything you need.

when you’re back in the room you see halahala!sh fully clothed putting back on his hat before leaving.

“what the fuck? this is the last time i let him in the bedroom with us” spoiler: it’s a lie.

[makeadealwithdean]

can’t touch us (dom!sam winchester x fem! reader) -- part 2 of ftfuwc

Hi everyone!! I’m back faster than usual with Part 2 of the Sam Winchester Valentine’s Day fic, fueling the fire until we combust! To the anon who requested this: again, I’m so sorry it’s later than I wanted it to be, but I do hope you read and enjoy it! Feedback is always appreciated, and if you like reading on AO3 better, you can find mine here :)

Word Count: 4946

Request: "Sam Winchester Valentine’s Day smut? Is that too vague for a request lmao" "I’m up to anything happening before the fun, but I was thinking they’re dating already and are both hunters and they were on separate hunts and now they’re happy just to be back together. I’m a sucker for reuniting -Sam valentine anon"

Warnings: SMUT, like for real this time, dom/sub, spanking, face slapping (a little bit), dirty talk, sir kink, daddy kink, soft dom!sam, less soft dom!sam, fingering, slight degradation (name calling, i guess), general rough sex, fluffy aftercare, i think that’s it

Part 1

My Masterlist

You set the box on the counter, untied the ribbon, and opened the lid. Inside was a strappy black bra made of sheer lace, matching panties, and garter set nestled in the middle of red tissue paper. You held the pieces up, and felt your cheeks flush at the thought of Sam’s eyes on you in that. You dropped it back into the box and began wiggling out of your tight little red dress. Finally, your dress hit the floor, along with the bra and panties you’d been wearing. You put on the new outfit Sam had given you and checked your hair and makeup in the mirror. After a deep breath to calm your nerves, you opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

Sam was sitting in your armchair over by the wall across from the end of your bed, leaning back, legs spread wide as he waited for you to finish changing. He looked up as you stepped out of the bathroom, and his lips curved into a wicked smile. Sometime since ditching his jacket in his room, he had rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up; you knew he was well aware of what that did to you. His hand resting on the arm of the chair lazily beckoned you closer. You took small timid steps towards him.

“C’mere, kitten,” he said, readjusting himself in the chair. You came closer, and he reached out his arm and gestured for you to sit on his right knee. You perched softly on him, still holding up most of your weight with your legs in between his legs. His big hands grabbed around your waist, picking you up and guiding you further onto his lap, so that your toes barely touched the ground. You looked down and saw the outline of his thick cock visible through his black dress pants, and all you wanted to do was touch it. But you knew that would get you in more trouble, so you placed the heel of your hand on the end of his knee to steady yourself instead.

“Now,” Sam said in a low voice, “would you like to tell me what you’ve done wrong tonight?” He leaned forward to look at you and placed his arm over your lap to grasp your thigh.

You swallowed, and your voice was shaky when you spoke, “Umm, I… talked back to you…”

“And?”

“And I touched you--” you had stopped speaking, but Sam’s hand around your waist squeezed hard, and you squeaked out “--even when you’d already told me not to.”

“Right,” Sam said sternly, turning your head towards him with his hand. “And why did you think that was okay to do? You know better.”

“I don’t know. I’m sorry, sir,” you said in a voice just barely above a whisper.

“I don’t know isn’t an answer, Y/n,” Sam said, looking you in the eye and threading his fingers up your neck and into your hair to hold you still. He repeated a little more forcefully, “Why did you do what you did? Do not make me ask again.”

“I wanted to tease you, because I didn’t think I’d get in trouble today,” you said in a rush, wanting to get it over with.

Sam raised his eyebrow and huffed in surprise, “Didn’t think you’d get in trouble? Well, babygirl, guess you were wrong about that.” He hooked his left arm under your knees, right arm around your back, and lifted you as he stood up. “I think you need to be reminded who’s in charge here. That’s okay, princess. We’re gonna fix that right now.”

He threw you onto the bed on your back, but before you could get comfortable, he grabbed your legs and dragged you to the edge of the bed, flipping your body over so that your legs hung off the side, toes resting on the ground. You could feel Sam standing behind you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He yanked you backwards, just a bit more until your feet were flat on the floor, and his hips were flush against your ass. His cock strained against the fabric of his pants, and he let a sigh of relief as he grinded against you. You let out a quiet moan and turned your head to look back at him.

“Uh uh,” Sam snapped, and his hand smacked the side of your ass sharply. You yelped, and Sam said, “Eyes forward.” You turned back around, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. He shouldn’t have had to tell you to face the front, you knew better.

“Do you know your colors, little girl?” Sam asked you, slightly softer now, and you knew this was his way of making sure you were okay with everything that was about to happen. You nodded your head, and Sam said, “No, use your words, baby.”

“Red, yellow, green, sir,” you listed off quickly.

“Good, and what’s your color right now?” Sam asked gently, hands now rubbing your ass over the lace of the new panties he’d given you.

“Green, sir,” you whimpered, voice laced with anticipation. As soon as the word left your lips, you felt Sam step back, his hands leaving you, and you whined again at the loss of contact, but stayed where he’d put you. You heard Sam move somewhere behind you and felt a rush of air as the first smack came down on the sensitive skin of your ass. Your body jolted forward as the force of his hand pushed you up the bed, and you yelped in surprise. 

His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you back to where you’d been a second ago. This time he kept his hand pressing firmly down on your lower back, keeping you in place while he yanked your panties down and off. He crouched down and blew a long, cool breath onto your exposed cunt. You whined and thrashed a little, already so sensitive for him. He chuckled darkly, and you felt his presence leave you as he stood a few steps away.

 The second smack was even harder than the first, and you closed your eyes tightly, burying your face in the comforter. Your hands moved from resting beside your head to fisting the sheets. You struggled not to let out a cry and held on as the swats got faster and harder.

Yeah, it hurt, and it stung, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t love the burn. With his big hands, Sam could inflict a hell of a lot of pain, but somehow with you, he was always loving, even when he spanked you until tears ran down your cheeks. 

Like now, it was physically impossible for you not to cry out with every smack of his hand. You couldn’t tell which was worse, the burning on your ass or the heat in the pit of your stomach. It wasn’t your fault that being punished for bad behavior turned you on like nothing else. And the heat became more and more intense with every slap. 

You could hear Sam grunting with effort, and even as he stopped, he was breathing hard. He stood behind you again, both hands on your now red ass, feeling the heat rise off of it. He ran one finger delicately up the slit of your pussy and hummed his approval.

“Oh, you’re soaked for me, aren’t you baby?” He rasped, his voice low and gruff, loving the way you sounded so desperate for him. “Bet you like that, huh? Listen to yourself, my little slut can’t help but cry for me.”

He let his finger hover over your dripping hole, teasing you, and your hips involuntarily moved back, searching for more. You heard the smack before you felt it this time, his hand coming down loud on your ass, forcing a whimper from you.

“Behave, kitten,” Sam growled. You went limp again under his hands, too tired already to resist his commands, and he wasn’t even close to finished with you. He ran the tips of his fingers over your ass and up your back, light soothing touches that he knew you liked to help ground you. “Now, do you think you’ve learned your lesson, baby? Not to disobey me again, especially in public, when I’m trying to take you out for a nice date?”

“Mhmm,” you whined into the comforter. Sam answered with another several hard smacks on both sides of your ass. You hissed at the contact. The familiar burn that had faded slightly came rushing back, causing your legs to twitch and heat to shoot straight to your core.

“Nope,” He said, popping the “p” and twisting his fingers into the roots of your hair, pulling you upward and causing you to arch your back. You could see his snarl out of the corner of your eye. “You’re gonna answer me out loud or I’m gonna put you over my knee, and believe me, that’ll be a lot worse for you. Let’s try this again: have you learned your lesson?” 

“Yes, sir!” You cried, much louder than before. “Yes, I promise I have. Please!” The waiting was getting too much for you to bear, and your voice slipped into the tone you only used for begging.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, princess?” he sneered, turning your face towards him and coming much closer. God, he’s intimidating, you thought as more tears welled in your eyes, and at least you knew he’d never truly hurt you. Wouldn’t wanna be his enemy. No way. 

“Yes, sir! I’ll be good for you! Just-- please-- please--” you paused, panting, almost sobbing now, not entirely sure what you were begging for. You just needed him, desperately. His light touch, his scent-- it was all too much without fully having him. You wanted him inside you, now.

“Please what, little girl?” Sam’s gravelly voice hissed. He let go of your hair, pushing off like he was disgusted with you so that you dropped back down, hard, onto the mattress.

“Please, sir,” you gasped, taking deep breaths, fists clenching beside your head. “Please, please, fuck me! I swear, I’ll never disobey you again!” You both knew that probably wasn’t true, but your desperate begging seemed to satisfy Sam because he groaned at your words. His big hands grabbed your waist, flipping you quickly over onto your back. You hissed as your sore backside came in contact with the comforter, but Sam didn’t appear at all sympathetic. 

His hands landed on either side of your head as he hovered over you, slamming his lips into yours harshly, all technique flying completely out the window. It was all teeth and tongue and passion, and you loved it. You moaned into his mouth as he bit your lower lip, drawing back slightly, dragging it with him for a moment before letting go, all the while rutting his cloth-covered cock on your sensitive pussy. 

He threw your arms around his neck, having you hold on so you sat up slightly, while his nimble fingers swiftly undid the clasp of your bra. He pushed your shoulders back down onto the bed, and you released his neck as he dragged the lace from your arms, throwing it somewhere behind him onto the floor. It had served its purpose for the night.

You lay on the bed, a little further up so your legs weren’t hanging off the side, and now completely naked as he stood over you, still completely clothed. You’d always sworn Sam could read your mind, and now was no different clearly, because his fingers flew down the front of his shirt, undoing all the buttons as quickly as possible. He yanked off the button-up, along with his white undershirt. Next to go were his dress shoes and socks. He kicked them off before undoing the clasp of his black leather belt and his dress pants and shoving them and his boxers down his legs. He stepped out of them and was back on top of you in a heartbeat. 

Sam kissed you again, hand fisted in your hair before moving his kisses to your jaw, then your neck, travelling downward, nipping and biting until he reached your chest. His tongue flicked over each of your now hard and pointy nipples. He took one point in his mouth, lightly sucking and licking until you were arching up into him. He rolled your other nipple in between his fingers, before his mouth moved to cover that one instead. He kept dragging the edge of his teeth along your sensitive points until you were practically crying under him.

With Sam, you never felt unbalanced. He gave each of your tits an equal amount of attention, whether it was his hand palming and grabbing and pulling, or his warm tongue lightly teasing the sensitive skin until you practically sang his praises. You’d never understood the importance of nipple play until Sam, but he’d helped you to branch out, and at this point, you’d try almost anything if he suggested it. You highly doubted that Sam Winchester could be “bad” at anything in the bedroom. 

His mouth travelled downward still, leaving gentle kisses on your stomach, hands caressing your sides, until he knelt in between your legs, pushing you thighs open, giving him a full view of your dripping entrance. The way he looked at you was downright predatory, and you whimpered under the intensity of his gaze. “So sexy,” he whispered in a raspy voice, tongue poking out to wet his lips, “and all mine.” 

As the last word left his lips, he thrust two of his thick fingers inside of you with no warning. You gasped and moaned, arching your back up off the bed, much to Sam’s delight. He groaned loudly and fisted his cock, now dripping with pre-cum, with his other hand. He swiped his thumb over the slit, collecting the liquid on the tip of his finger.

“Look what you’ve done to me, kitten,” he said, his voice full of lust, as he stuck his thumb onto your tongue, letting you lick it clean before hooking his thumb into the side of your cheek and jerking your head to the side, watching as you sucked on his thumb. Sam had once said that he could tell just from looking at you that you had an oral fixation, and he was definitely correct. You were so desperate for something in your mouth that almost anything would do at this point, and Sam loved to watch the way your mouth moved around his fingers. 

He fucked in and out of your pussy roughly, watching as you keened with every drag of his fingers. He yanked his other hand away from your mouth so he could press one of your thighs down flat onto the bed, effectively changing the angle of his shallow thrusts. Pressing his fingers inside of you as far as they could go,  he fluttered them up and down, watching your face as your jaw dropped and you cried out in pleasure. 

“Please, sir,” you begged. “Please, I’m getting close! Can I— can I come, please, Sam?” You felt the faded heat from before come surging back, much faster than before. The coil in your stomach was growing tighter and tighter, and you fought to push it back down. 

“No.” Sam slapped your cheek with the hand that had been in your mouth, still wet from your saliva. “And what did you call me? Whose are you?”

“Yours, Sam! Yours, sir!” you cried loudly, gasping from the smack he’d given you, the slight sting giving you a brief high. “Only ever yours, sir!”

He grabbed your jaw in one hand forcing you to look at him, mascara and tears running down your face, just like he liked you, “You already won’t be able to sit for a week,” he growled, “and now, you won’t be able to walk either.”

Pushing your thighs up and back, he pulled his fingers from your soaked and trembling pussy, lined himself up with your slick entrance, and thrust completely into you in one motion, forcing a guttural noise from you at the impact. Sam grunted as your walls tightened around him, and without pausing to give you time to adjust, he picked up a brutal pace. Your legs tightened around his waist, hooked over his hip bones as he practically folded you in half. He groaned at the feeling of you and intertwined his fingers with yours, pinning your wrists flat to the comforter on either side of your head. He held himself up over your body as he fucked into you, supporting most of his weight on his forearms. His teeth nipped at your shoulder, as his head dropped to plant bruising kisses all over your neck and collarbone. 

Loving the noises he drew from you, Sam had no intentions of slowing down anytime soon, and you were hurling towards your climax faster than ever. As your pussy tightened around him, he made a noise halfway between a moan and a growl, thrusting in as deep as he could, trusting you could take it. Soon enough, your cries of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure, nearly drowned out by the sound of skin on skin as his hips slapped repeatedly against your ass. Fresh tears slipped from the corners of your eyes, but you were helpless to do anything, except lie there and take it. 

“Fuck, sir! Please— I’m about to come!” you cried. “It’s so so good— Please, can I come, sir?”

“Oh, fuck, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me. You can hold it just a bit longer, princess,” Sam moaned in your ear, holding you down still so you wouldn’t slide around from the force of his hips pistoning into you. 

“I— I can’t! Please, sir!” you were sobbing again, gasping for breath. “I just need to— Please— let me, please!” You were panting now, eyes closed tight, and every word was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Not yet, little girl,” Sam let go of your hands and pushed up off you, pulling out of you at the same time. You whined pitifully at the loss of his touch, your walls now clenching around nothing. You looked up at him and saw his brow glistening with sweat, pieces of hair clinging to his forehead. His chest rose and fell as he sucked in deep breaths. His huge hands grabbed around your waist, flipping you over onto your stomach. He yanked your hips back, pulling your ass into the air and slamming into you again, with no regard for the heat still burning in your stomach.

“Sam, I—” he cut you off with a harsh smack on your ass, and you cried out loudly. 

“I know you didn’t just call me that again, princess,” Sam practically spat the words at you, his already low voice made even lower as he grabbed your arms, yanking you up against his chest. With that leverage, his thrusts slowed considerably, but it hardly mattered, because the new angle allowed him to hit the parts of you that only he could. You moaned desperately, recalling how before him, you hadn’t even known it was possible to feel that much that deep. You felt your walls clench again, and you were sure he felt you tighten around his thick length. 

“Tell me,” he demanded, calmer this time, reaching down to rub circles around your clit in time with his thrusts, eliciting several much higher pitched noises from your throat. “Who fucks you so good every damn time? Who owns this pussy?” His hand moved from your shoulder to your throat, not yet squeezing your airway, but pinning you to him, and effectively cutting off any other movements you’d tried to make.

You could only moan in response. He was hitting so deep, and you couldn’t focus on anything else except his thrusts and his hands holding you against him, his hot breath panting in your ear. When you didn’t give him a sufficient answer Sam’s fingers on your sensitive clit stilled. You barely had time to register the loss before his hand came down with a smack, right where his fingers had just been. You bit back a scream, but when his hand came down on your pussy for a second time, you couldn’t help the high-pitched yelp that fell from your lips.

“Tell me whose this is! Now.” Sam’s hand on your throat tightened quickly with the last word before loosening again to allow you to speak, or as much as you could with him pounding into you relentlessly. This time you gasped and managed to speak, your voice sounding like the words had been dragged out of you.

“Yours, sir! It’s yours-- only ever yours! You own it, ruined me for anyone else! You fuck me so good, please-- Please, can I come, sir? Please, Daddy!” Your orgasm was so close now, it was becoming physically impossible to hold off, so you pleaded with him one last time. Using the nickname you knew he couldn’t resist, you let go of the last bit of your pride, completely submitting to the man behind you.

Sam made a guttural noise, as his dull teeth bit into your shoulder, and you felt him start to twitch inside you. He must’ve been painfully close, too. He raised his head, rasping, “Yes, baby. You can come, been so good for me--”

His fingers began to stroke your clit again, faster and harder, and his hand slowly tightened around your neck. You closed your eyes as you felt the overwhelming sensation begin to wash over you.

“Yes, baby-- That’s it, kitten. Come on my cock-- lemme feel you, sweet girl. So pretty, baby… Oh--” he cut himself off with a moan as your walls constricted around him, and he let go off your throat. With the sudden intake of oxygen, your orgasm hit you like a truck, and your mouth fell open as your head dropped back on his shoulder. It was a good thing Sam was still holding you up, because had you been standing or supporting your own weight, you would’ve collapsed immediately.

Once you found your voice, you screamed so loudly, you were positive the whole bunker knew how good Sam was to you. You cried out again as your pussy spasmed in waves, “Daddyyy-- Ohh, fuck! So good--”

Sam groaned deeply, his hands squeezing harshly at your tits, and as your orgasm began to fade, you felt his dick twitch violently. Seconds later, he was spilling hot ropes of cum deep inside you, and you moaned again at the feeling of him. He hugged your body tightly to his front, gasping against your neck as he rode out his high. With one last push of his cock, he collapsed, on top of you, careful as always not to crush you. He lingered there for a few seconds more before gently pulling out of you, sucking in a gasp of air as he did. 

He rolled over on his back next to you, and his green eyes met your droopy ones. “How ya doin’, darling? You with me?” You whined pitifully, and he pulled you into his strong arms, holding you tightly, grounding you. “Shh, shh, shh,” he petted your hair gently as the noises from you gradually ceased. 

He held you like that for a while, letting you recover a bit before murmuring, “You’re okay, princess. My good girl, did such a good job for me, baby. My perfect, precious little girl. You wanna go get cleaned up, so we can sleep, kitten?”

You whined again, burying your face tightly into his chest, not wanting to move or leave his arms, even for a second. Sam kissed the top of your head gently, pushing your hair back from your forehead and sighed, recognizing you were still pretty far under, “Oh, I knoww sweetheart. I promise we’ll be quick, and then we’ll come right back to bed. And I’ll put lotion on you, so you won’t be as sore tomorrow. Come on.” 

He grunted as he got up from the bed, lifting you to his chest and carrying you to the bathroom. He set you down on the toilet, making sure you went pee, before carefully lifting you into the hot bathwater he’d just prepared. You cried out for him, hands opening and closing as you reached for him.

“It’s okay, honey,” he shushed you gently. “Daddy’s coming.” He stepped into the warm bath and settled down behind you, pulling you flush against his chest, calming you down instantly with his touch. “Okay, sweetheart. Let’s get you all cleaned up.”

His big hands cupped the water, gently pouring it on your head, careful to avoid getting soap in your eyes as he gently washed your hair, rinsing until the bubbles disappeared. He wiped away the remnants of your makeup with a washcloth, mascara smudged with tears and glittery bits of eyeshadow. You leaned against him the whole time, feeling dazed still from your post-sex haze, and unwilling to part from him, his very touch soothing you. Tucked into his chest, eyes closed, you let Sam’s hands wash all over your body, massaging most of the tightness and soreness from your tired muscles.

Once he was finished, he pulled on the drain, letting all the soapy water start to slowly spiral away. He stepped out first onto the bath mat, grabbing several fluffy towels from the rack near the tub and drying off quickly, before taking your hand and helping you stand. You held onto his strong arms as you climbed over the tall edge of the tub. Once you were standing steadily on the bath mat, Sam wrapped the soft, warm towel around your shoulders, rubbing down your legs with another to help you dry off. 

You sniffled and rubbed your eyes as Sam helped you into a bathrobe. He cupped your face in his hands, looking into your eyes, and kissing you on the forehead. Sam tugged the robe tighter around you before tying it closed. He slipped on a clean pair of boxers and took your hand, leading you back into the bedroom. He helped you climb up onto the bed and lie down. 

You hissed as the fabric of the bed came in contact with your sore and tingling ass and the bruised backs of your thighs. You whimpered and rolled over quickly onto your stomach to relieve the pressure, looking up at Sam pitifully from under long eyelashes. Sam looked down at you sympathetically, stroking your hair. 

“Oh, my poor sweet baby,” he fussed over you, rubbing the tips of his fingers up and down your back. “Let me go get your smell-good lotion, so I can help some of those bruises not hurt so much, okay?”

“Uh-uh,” you said, shaking your head. Sam looked at you, confused. “Your lotion, please? Smells like you,” you explained shyly, staring down down at the comforter. 

Sam smiled, nodding, “Of course, baby. I’ll be right back.” He slipped into his room to find his lotion while you waited for him on the bed. He tried to move as quickly as possible, knowing you hated being without him in your current fragile state of mind. He snatched the lotion from his nightstand. It wasn’t like he was in his room often anymore; he always slept with you in your room, but he still kept most of his stuff here.

He jogged back down the hall to where you were waiting on the bed. “Okay, little love, do you wanna keep the robe on or take it off?” You began shrugging off the robe as an answer, and Sam helped you untangle yourself from it before laying it over the back of the chair near your bed. He knelt on the bed next to you and pumped some of the lotion into his hands.

“This might be a little cold, darling,” he murmured before rubbing the lotion gingerly onto the backs of your thighs. You whimpered a little because of the cold lotion and Sam’s hands moving up to soothe the skin on your ass. He looked at the bright red skin where he’d left handprints a little while ago. He winced as you did when his hands passed over it, questioning if he’d gone a little too far. He rubbed the lotion in gently until your skin felt smooth and no longer as hot as it had been before.

He looked at your face, turned towards him, resting on the comforter. Your eyes were closed peacefully, and he knew you were ready to go to sleep. He turned off all the lights, and whispered gently to you, “C’mon, honey. Let’s get you under the covers so you can get some rest, huh?” 

You nodded sleepily and yawned as he lifted you up to his chest, pulled back the covers, and tucked you in, your head now resting on the pillow. You looked at him with droopy eyes and reached towards him, opening and closing your hands, wanting him to cuddle you.

He did the gesture back before walking to the other side of the bed and climbing under the blankets himself. He pulled you gently into his arms, and you let your head rest on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, allowing it to soothe you. Sam stroked your hair, kissed the top of your head, and hummed, “Was everything okay tonight, my little Valentine? I wasn’t too rough on you, was I?”

You shook your head barely, exhausted, but wanting him to know how much you’d enjoyed it, “Nuh-uh, it was perfect, Sam. You’re always perfect.”

“I don’t know about always perfect,” he chuckled softly, hugging you tightly to him. “But I do love you, princess.”

“I love you, too,” you sighed happily, nuzzling your cheek against him. 

He kissed your head once more, “Go to sleep, lovey. Got lots of time together to catch up on tomorrow, hmm?”

You didn’t answer. Your breath had deepened and steadied as you slipped off into sleep. Sam smiled to himself at how peaceful you looked. Yeah, no more separate hunts for a while, he thought, before he too drifted into a dreamless sleep.

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[peachyteabuck]

bitter to the taste

summary: after a long mission, natasha and steve return to find you’ve broken their number one rule. 

pairing: natasha romanoff x steve rogers x reader

words: 2,045

trigger warnings: brat taming, degradation, punishment (spanking), dirty talk, fingering, orgasm control

notes: this is my birthday present to @domromanoff! not only a wonderful writer, they’re a fantastic friend and the owner to a simply adorable kitten. enjoy!

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You cling to Steve’s pants leg, expertly manicured nails gripping into the fabric as you tuck your face behind his calf. The man sighs as he feels you sniffle against the expensive fabric, doing your best to hide from the wrath of the woman standing just in front of the sitting man.

“You know how I feel about rule-breaking, Steve,” Natasha sighs, looking between her husband and your trembling form below him. “If we don’t punish her, she’s just going to break more rules.”

Steve tsks, leaning down so he can pet at your hair. “Oh, baby, our little girl wouldn’t do such a thing,” he turns to you, sticking his bottom lip out to mimic your pout. “No, you love following directions from Daddy, don’t you baby girl?”

You grin up at him, playing with the hem of his pants in an attempt to look extra cute. “Yes, Daddy!”

Natasha scowls, shaking her head. “That’s bullshit and we fucking know it, Steve. You saw how wet her panties were when we came home. It’s obvious she touched herself without permission!”

The man just rolls his eyes, continuing to rub his thumb into your temple. “Babe, when we set that rule at least one of us always been there whenever her desperate little cunt needed us. Even if she broke it, we’ve been gone so often we can’t really blame her, can we?”

Your core heats at his words – speaking about you as if you weren’t digging your perfectly manicured nails into his muscular calf and could hear everything they were both saying. You love it when he does that, when he gives you no choice in whatever he chooses to do, when he makes you feel all small and dumb as his cock fucks in and out of you without mercy.

Natasha rolls her eyes, heeled foot still tapping against the hardwood floor at a tempo that makes your head spin and your whole body clutch at Steve’s leg even harder than before. You’re not sure why becoming something akin to a needy koala would protect you from the wrath of the redhead, but it’s still your only hope for avoiding your ass spanked raw – even if its chance of working is slim to none.

“Steve, we absolutely can,” she bites back – stomping closer towards you as you bury your face into Steve’s calf. At the least second she crouches down, her body awash with a faux caring demeanor. “Do you want me to be mean baby?” she coos, pouting her bottom lip. “You want me to tie you down so you can’t move, can’t squirm or writhe when it gets too much? Is that it? Do you want me to edge you all night, edge you until it hurts and then ruin every single orgasm I let you have until you cry so pretty for me?”

You shake your head, tentatively moving so that you can look at her with your own large, round eyes that silently plead for mercy. For a moment you have hope that it’ll work, that she’ll go easy on you or even give you what you want. But it’s only a second later that you realize you were wrong – very wrong.

Steve exhales deeply as Natasha reaches out to grab you by the hair – his actions relaxed as you yelp in reaction to the sharp pain spreading from your scalp to the base of your spine. She drags you through the large house, ignoring your whines as Steve follows close behind. His stride is casual, almost bored – he’s witnessed this back and forth before, seen the fire in Natasha’s eyes and fat, watery tears from fall from yours as they beg Steve for mercy, pity, anything. It’s unwavering – the look you give him – even as Natasha sits on the edge of their shared king-sized bed with her feet flat on the floor, bending you over her knee as she pins both your hands behind your back with one hand wrapped around where she’s crossed them on top of each other.

Steve sits next to his wife so that your head is resting in his lap, gazing down at you an unfortunate, disgraceful painting his face. There’s nothing there for you to pull at, nothing you can manipulate to get you out of the compromising position you’ve found yourself in, even as Natasha begins one of her famous punishments.

She doesn’t both undressing you before she begins, flipping your white tennis skirt up over your ass and tucking it under your hands before pulling your matching cotton panties as far as they’ll go to reveal your bare ass. Her spanks are hard and succinct, never stopping to coo over your tears or rub at the heated parts of your ass. You keep position, though, keep your arms behind your back as your wide, tear-filled eyes beg Steve for intervention, for praise, for something. At this point you’d even accept him degrading you – a job normally left to Natasha.

Unfortunately, it’s become obvious that tonight is different than the others – Natasha and Steve particularly stressed from the bullshit Tony handed down to them since the billionaire is unable to manage is own emotions weaning their capacities for your bullshit down to near nothingness. You consider sending the man a strongly worded email as the spanks enter the double digits, the pain causing you to weep openly into the fabric of the pants you once clutched for support. You count to twenty-four before she’s rubbing a rough hand into the heated skin and commanding you to thank her.

When it comes out more mumbled, more hushes than she would like, Natasha immediately grabs your hair to yank your head straight back.

“Say it again,” she hisses through grit teeth, ignoring your cries of pain as her other hand comes down to leave a quick smack! to your face. “I don’t care if it hurts - I want to hear you.”

Your voice is high-pitched and desperate “Thank you, Mommy!”

“Aw, so our little slut can follow directions,” Natasha coos, her voice tinged with laughter that should make you feel much more ashamed than it does horny. “Too bad she has to be beaten into it.”

She punctuates her words with a final harsh SLAP! against your dripping pussy, eliciting another high-pitched scream that only dies when Steve begins to pet over your face and hair to calm you down.

“Nat, do you always have to be so harsh?” he sighs, wiping a few tears that stain your cheeks.

The woman in question just grins, ghosting her fingers over your abused skin and nearly laughing as you twitch under touch. “Is there any other way to be?”

Steve rolls his eyes at his wife’s dramatics, but still manhandles you into his lap at her direction – pressing your back to his chest as your breasts rise and fall with your heavy breaths. He knows what Natasha wants, positioning his legs over yours to keep them open while one of his hands holds your skirt up so reveal your now-soaked panties, the cool air hitting nearly-transparent fabric and sending a feeling down your spine that makes you moan.

Natasha’s eyes zero in on your trembling cunt, smirking as she looks up to see your face heating up while you try to hide behind your hands. “You’re so needy, aren’t you? And all it took was some discipline and now you’re a little crying mess, all small and obedient for Daddy and Mommy…”

She gives Steve a small nod, giving him the cue to push your panties to the side, her grin getting impossibly wider as you melt against him.

“You’re our pretty little toy, aren’t you?” Natasha murmurs, watching as his fingers rub circles around your clit. “Our cute little toy with cute little whines and whimpers…”

Steve grins as well as your wanton moans fill the bedroom, leaving kisses on your temple as your pussy tightens around Natasha’s fingers. His voice is sweet, filled with love – and it makes his words all that much filthier. “Such a pathetic little toy for us, aren’t you baby? Just our dumb little toy…” Your fervent nodding, your mindless agreement with his degradation of you – it makes his cock strain even harder in his pants. “Don’t need to think at all…just be soft and pretty and do what we say, don’t you baby?”

You cry out as Natasha begins fucking her fingers in and out of you even harder – your face scrunching up as your legs twitch where they’re held in place. “Y-yes Daddy! I’m your dumb little baby!”

Your cries get even more pathetic, though, when Natasha pulls her fingers out of you to use that hand to slap you once more – leaving a trail of your own slick against your cheek. “Don’t speak unless I tell you to,” she snaps, ignoring your cries as her fingers slip back inside of you. “It’s a shame you’re stupid…at least you’re pretty.”

Her words shouldn’t make your head swim like it does – shouldn’t make heat pool between your legs as she fits one more finger inside of you, working in tandem with Steve to illicit humiliating wet sounds from your cunt.

“You want me to fill this wet little pussy don’t you?” Natasha murmurs, more speaking to herself than to you. “You want Steve and I to fill your filthy little cunt? Want to feel both of us inside of your tight little hole?”

Your eyes are wide and pleading, desperate for something – anything.

But then Natasha sighs, and that’s always a bad sign. “It’s too bad you’re a bad little slut.”

Yup. There it is.

“You’re going to come on my fingers,” you immediately moan in anticipation but it’s almost immediately cut off with a yelp as another SLAP is landed on your pussy with Natasha’s free hand. “And then you’re on no-touch for a week. You’ll be Daddy and I’s adorable little fleshlight until we say otherwise.”

You gasp and shoot forward, the reality of your future crashing down on you at once. “N-no Mommy! Please! Please I’ll do anything please don’t put me on no touch Mom-!”

You’re cut off by one of Steve’s large hands covering your mouth, pulling you against his chest and holding you in place.

Natasha smiles up at him, eyes knowing as you get tighter and tighter around her fingers. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it babe?”

Steve just rolls his eyes as she speaks down to you, her sweet voice an incredibly hot juxtaposition to her words “It’s so easy to make you beg, isn’t it? So easy to make you into a desperate little whore? All you little brats are all the same, you act out and do whatever you want and the second someone threatens a modicum of structure or punishment and you fall apart…”

Her words trail off as she realizes how close you are, as she sees each muscle in your body tense while your hands tangle in the sheets and your jaw goes slack and your brow furrows and

“Do it,” she leans forward to whisper into your temple, your head tucked under Steve’s chin as your eyes roll to the back of your head. “C’mon, baby girl, c’mon – you can do it, you can come on from Mommy and Daddy’s fingers all over your pretty little pussy…”

You finally – finally reach your peak with a moan that sounds more animal than human, Steve holding your trembling body as you shake near-violently, your cunt gushing onto the sheets below as your already soaked panties and the seat of your skirt become drenched with your slick and sweat. It’s disgusting but so hot, and makes you pant even harder as your lungs claw at your throat for air.

Steve moves his legs so that you can curl into his lap, whole body folding into itself as Natasha moves closer to hold your face with both of her soaked hands. “Go to sleep baby,” she murmurs between kisses. “We’ll discuss your full punishment tomorrow.”

As unconsciousness overwhelms your senses, a sense of relief floods your veins as the pleasure subsides. Natasha only negotiates when she knows she’s lost…especially when it comes to you and Steve.

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Blame it on the Rain

Pairing: Reader x Tetsurou Kuroo

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

When the rain spoils their picnic, Y/N is determined to spend time with Kuroo, even if it means walking to his house alone at night. What she didn’t plan on was being saved and tickled half to death by her dork of a boyfriend.

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"Tetsu, calm down." Y/N rolls her eyes and closes the blinds to her room, blocking out the gloomy rain outside. The curtain did nothing to block out the pitter patter of the water and under normal circumstances, she would enjoy the peaceful, rhythmic sounds. This, however, was not a normal circumstance. This was the same rain that had ruined their long-awaited picnic plans.

The same rain that is currently forcing her to deal with a sulky Kuroo over the phone.

"I had a whole thing planned. You would've totally fallen for me."

"….We've been dating for three years."

"Not the point."

Y/N sighs, sitting at the edge of her bed. She had really been looking forward to the picnic as well. Both of them had been unbelievably busy this week. The outing was supposed to let them de-stress. Picking at the corner of her sheets, her gaze drifts to the covered window again. It was night-time. She just wanted to spend time with her boyfriend, was that too much to ask?

Struck with the sudden urge to see him, she sits up. She had been tuning his sulky voice out for the past few minutes.

"I'm coming over."

There's a second of surprised silence from the other end.

"In the rain? I know you're eager to see me, kitten, but you'll get sick."

"Ever heard of an umbrella" she rolls her eyes, already gathering her keys and wallet. "We can have a movie night. Maybe you'll stop sulking then."

"I do not sulk."

"Sure."

"I don't!"

"Mhm. See you in 15 minutes." She shuts her front door and shivers a little as the cold hits her.

You can't watch a movie without snacks. That was Y/N excuse to the two bags of food she had in her hand. She had stopped by a convenience store on the way, and although the bags, heavy with treats, made her feel excited, she couldn't help but shake the feeling that she was being watched. It had started when she had left the store.

She stops at a nearby bench and pretends to redo her shoelaces, glancing around discreetly. As she had expected, Y/N catches someone slip into a nearby alleyway and out of sight. Fear grips her in a tight vice and she quickly gathers her things and starts walking again.

Kuroo wasn't far now. She reassures herself, thinking about how he would gather her up in a warm hug, like he usually did.

Then the footsteps behind her get heavier and quicker. Clenching her jaw she comes to a dead stop and turns around. Not seeing anyone, she yells.

"Why the hell are you following me?"

There's no response.

"You're a fucking coward. What do you want?"

After a few seconds, she hears shuffling, and a man appears out from a nearby shadowed alley. He's grinning in a way that means trouble.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing walking all alone. It's rather dangerous at this time." He moves closer to her, till he's about an arm length away. Y/N refuses to back down. She wouldn't show how scared she was.

"I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I suggest you leave me alone, now." Her voice is cold.

"Aw, don't be like that. I'll walk you home, how about that?" She could tell he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Kuroo was growing steadily worried. It had been half an hour, double the time Y/N said she would be here by. He knew she couldn't be lost, she made her way to his house at least once a week.

Deciding to go and look for her, he grabs his jacket and walks off with an umbrella. He walks about 5 minutes before he sees the problem. It's a little hard to make out in the rain, but he could see his girlfriend being...confronted by another guy. She was clearly uncomfortable, and Kuroo narrows his eyes ready to intervene when the guy grabs her arm.

He stops however, when he sees Y/N kick at his knee and twisting his arm, pushing the guy away from her, sending him tumbling to the ground. A small, prideful smirk grows on his face. That was his Y/N all right.

"I told you to stay the fuck away from me." She sneers looking down at him. "Hope you're happy, getting your ass beat by a 'pretty little thing'" she mocks, before turning around to leave.

She's stopped when she feels someone yank at her ankle, and she loses her balance catching herself on her knees. She yelps as she feels her assaulters grubby fingers pull on her hair painfully.

The guys spews profanities at her and Y/N struggles, a little panicked. She should have ran away. She should have just sprinted to Kuroo’s house.

Her pain is momentary, however, as the hand in her hair vanishes and the profanities are replaced with a groan, laced with pain.

Someone else grabs her, but this time, the hands are familiar. Large, warm and calloused. Looking up, she sees her boyfriend crouching by her side, looking her over for injuries.

"Tetsu-"

"Did he hurt you anywhere else?"

She answers him with a shaky no. He was mad. She could tell by his sharp voice and clenched jaw. His eyes held fury, but not towards her. He nods and stands back up, turning to the offender.

"You usually touch girls who don't wanna be touched?" He grabs the guy by the collar, yanking him closer.

Kuroo towers over the guy, using his height and build to intimidate. It works. The guy frantically shakes his head. He glances back at Y/N, who still looks shaken up, before hissing quietly.

"The only reason you're still able to stand is because of the lady over there. You glance in her direction again, and I'll make sure you'll regret it. Got it?" He shoves the guy back to the ground after he nods fearfully, and watches him scramble away.

Kuroo immediately turns to Y/N, who hesitates for a second, before throwing herself at the boy. He catches her easily and holds her close, stroking her hair and allowing her to calm down. It takes a few minutes, but once she’s calm enough to speak, Y/N untangles himself from her and thanks him, grabbing the bags from the floor.

“I shouldn't have let you walk alone. I won’t let it happen again. Never again, you hear me?” he says gently, taking the bags from her, ignoring her protests. He grabs her hand and leads her the rest of the way.

When they get home, Kuroo makes sure the door is locked behind them. They settle onto the couch and Kuroo lets Y/N flip through the movies. Once she puts on one of her favourites, Kuroo sighs dramatically, claiming they’ve seen it a million times.

He takes her soft giggle as a win.

Kuroo then shamelessly lays back on the couch and pulls Y/N on top of him, wrapping a secure arm around her waist. She hums in contentment as the movie starts.

Kuroo’s honestly not paying attention at all. His thoughts keep drifting back to the fear he felt when that sorry excuse for a human was hurting her. He gently runs his hands through his hair, and chuckles when she practically melts against him.

“You know,” he speaks up suddenly, “You don't have to pretend to be brave around me, kitten. I can tell that shook you up pretty badly.”

She shifts so she can meet his gaze. “I know. I trust you. I’m fine now, I think.”

He hums. “I love you.” he says casually, smiling down at her.

Y/N can feel her heartbeat quicken, as it always did when he said those three magic words and looked at her adoringly like that. She pretends to think. “I think I might love you too. I’ll get back to you on that.”

“Oh really?” he says with an amused smirk.

“Yep. Maybe you should try taking me on a picnic. I’d totally fall for you then.” She mimics him on the last part, lowering her voice comically.

“I do not sound like that.” he says, stifling a laugh and rolling his eyes.

“You do.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.” She sticks out her tongue childishly.

“You leave me no choice. For the record, love, I didn’t want it to come to this.” She’s confused for a second, but her eyes widen as she feels Kuroo’s fingers graze her sides. Before she can stop him, he’s tickling her, the arm around her waist pinning her against him, preventing her from escaping.

Between bursts of giggle she tries to get him to stop, but he refuses, demanding she surrender.

“A-alright! You don’t- don’t sound like t-that!” she laughs, taking a sigh of relief when he finally stops.

“There. Was that so hard?‘ he teases.

“Shut up.” She smacks his arm lightly. “You made me miss the movie!”

“You’d rather watch a boring movie than receive my affection? I’m offended.”

“Shush!” she settles back down, the two slipping into a comfortable silence. Almost as an afterthought, Y/N says:

“I love you too.” She can practically feel him grinning, as he pecks her on the head. She’s content with knowing she has the same effect on him as he has on her.

The quickening of his heartbeat gives it away.

Requests are Open and Welcome

[ratmonky]

A Little Death

Word Count: 1.4K

Warnings: gun play, noncon

AO3 Link

When some shady client gave your name to the Sorcerer Killer, he was told to make it quick.

Yet here you were; your legs spread, arms tied and ass up in the air. The thick smell of blood was in the air, it was your blood. The fight you had with him was brutal, leaving you with a bloody nose and perhaps a couple of broken ribs. Your pain was severe, enough to make you tear up.

“You’ll be sorry,” you hissed, squirming to get out of the zip ties and twisting your body to see him.

Toji was behind you, busy slicing off your clothes to get you naked.

Your arms were getting numb, they were being crushed under your weight for who knows how long. If only you hadn’t left your partner’s side, you would be back at home. You kept cursing to yourself, it was just one simple decision that led you here. One insignificant decision.

“Does being beaten up make every woman this wet?” You could hear the smile in his voice. “Or is it only you?”

You closed your eyes shut, biting your tongue, refusing to cry at the thought of him looking at your bare pussy. “Just kill me, get this over with!”

“Why would I end our fun time together so soon?” he sounded actually concerned which scared you the most.

You felt him insert a finger into your slick heat, you gasped involuntarily. His finger was thick and long, much longer than your own. With a single finger, he could reach so far deep in your pussy.

He placed one hand on your back to forcefully arch your back, and when he got what he wanted, his finger could reach the parts you would wish you could reach with your own fingers.

Toji used his finger to scoop up as much of your juices as he could and pulled his finger out to taste you. You heard him hum in delight. Some rustling sounds filled your ears moments later.

The fact that you couldn’t see what he was doing made you whimper. You were at his mercy.

“It’s so fun to have you trembling like this.” His voice was coming closer. You felt his weight rest on top of you as he pressed his hands on your shoulders, forcing you further down to have your ass arched up in the air. “You’re not able to do anything as I do as I please, how does that make ya feel?”

He pressed his clothed erection on your ass. You couldn’t move forward to run away from him. His hands had pinned you down effectively. All you could do was hold back your tears as he started humping you.

Just don’t give him any reactions.

You could feel each stroke, the fabric of his pants was thin, it didn’t help your resolve. His clothed cock was throbbing against your unclothed pussy, no matter the circumstances, the friction felt good.

“Such a cute little whore,” he growled, his hips moving rougher. “You’re the type who likes to be fucked hard, right?”

Although you were planning to keep quiet, a sharp snap of his hips made you moan out loud.

Satisfied with your reaction, Toji lifted himself up and like it was painful to leave you alone, pulled away from you. “Let’s see how far we can go before you start begging.”

A click sound echoed in the empty storage room. You knew exactly what that sound belonged to.

“Wait!”

Cold metal pressed against your folds. He was using circular motions to cover the muzzle of his gun with your juices before he started dragging it along your folds.

A tremendous wave of panic washed over you when you felt the muzzle of the gun being pressed against your entrance.

“Don’t move if you wanna live.”

That was the only warning he gave you before shoving the gun inside your pussy. You mewled in pain as the sharp metal of the muzzle possibly cut your skin. Your walls clenched around the cold metal, making you shiver. If he forced it only a little bit deeper inside, the muzzle would kiss your cervix. The thought made you whine.

“This is more erotic than I thought.” You heard him say, his warm hand pressed on your ass cheek before kneading the soft flesh. His hand slid onto where his gun was abusing you and with the help of his thumb, he spread your folds as he pulled the gun out.

You were about to let out a breath in relief when he shoved the gun back in your cunt, making the muzzle kiss your cervix as your gummy walls kept clamping on the, now, warm metal.

He started to move the gun as if it was his own limb. He mercilessly thrust the gun further inside to get you to scream in pain.

“Please,” you begged, swallowing up your pride. “Please stop.”

“Your legs are shaking in pleasure,” he said, slapping your ass hard enough to make you jolt forward. You let out a yelp in fear, scared that the gun had gone off. “The last thing you want me to do is to stop.”

Although your legs were shaking and your cunt was dripping wet, you knew it was just because of the foreign feeling. Nothing else.

An audible moan left your lips when Toji twisted the gun inside you. You arched your back involuntarily.

Toji was having too much fun ruining you that he had forgotten about the actual reason he had you tied up. He clicked his tongue in annoyance and pulled the gun out, he hated his fun to be cut short the most.

Your legs went limp when the threat of a gun inside your pussy disappeared but it wasn’t long until you felt Toji’s hands grab you by the hips and lift you back up in the same position.

“What are you doing?” you dared to ask.

“Preparing your last meal.”

You felt something firm and thick press against your abused entrance. You weren’t given a chance to prepare yourself as he pushed his cock all the way inside you. His weight came back on top of you, pressing your torso flat onto the cold tile as his hips thrust in and out of you.  

His size was bigger than anyone you had experienced before, your mind felt blank as you were being filled up with no gaps left whatsoever by his cock. Your walls stretched around him, taking the shape of his cock.

Your tongue lolled out from your mouth, you couldn’t think or move while the only thing you felt was Toji’s cock mercilessly moving inside you.

“So tight,” he groaned, his hand reached behind himself and when he reached for your face, you stared blankly at the fun he was holding. He pushed the gun inside your already open mouth. “Clean it up.”

Mindlessly, your tongue laid flat against the muzzle before moving around. The metallic taste was almost as rich as your sweet nectar.

He moaned at your obedience, his hips started to stutter. There was no way he could resist your tight walls any longer.

Toji pulled out of you and flipped you around like your weight was nothing. His one hand was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down faster than your eyes could follow as his other hand pressed the gun against your head.

“Open your mouth.” He was kneeling right over your mouth, his enormous cock was glistening with your juices.

He pressed the gun harder on your head, “Open your mouth.”

You parted your lips, opening your mouth fully.

Toji’s cock twitched in his hands, immediately he held the pink tip of his cock against your lips. You saw thick ropes of spurt out of his cock and barely a second later you tasted him in your mouth.

“Swallow your meal,” he growled, watching you close your mouth and gulp down his thick seed. He pried your mouth open to see if you had swallowed everything.

Once satisfied, he tucked himself back in his pants and put his gun away. It would be a waste to kill you. An obedient little kitten like yourself needed an owner who could protect you as well as please you.

He sighed.

Toji found himself carrying you to his car he had followed you in. Although he wasn’t going to get paid since he had failed to complete his mission, he felt refreshed. It had been an awful long time since he had a pet after all.

[unholyplumpprincess]

Guys My Age

Summary: Octavio blows off his legs in the ring, again. Ajay needs time to fix them up- about two weeks. That is absolutely unacceptable for a man who needs to constantly be on the move. Bugging Alexander should be a fun time, right? OR. In which: Octavio and Alexander high key are pining for each other and sexual tensions finally bring us to this moment.

(Older content)

Fandom: Apex Legends

Relationship: Caustic/Octane

Warnings: R18+/NSFT, Octane has hella body mods, mutual pining

Words: 5k

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It had been a great match! Truly! Octane had held the lead as kill leader for a good portion of it, delighting in the rush of being on the watch list for other champions and newbies alike. He was much more interesting in bouncing around from place to place, sprinting ahead of the group and listening to Caustic hiss in his communicator to get his ass back and stick with the squad.

Especially when there was only the two of them, as the newbie said they could do this themselves, and well. Poof! Off and gone and probably lying in a ditch somewhere until the dropship would get them and transport them to the med bay.

Octane didn’t worry too much about it, too much in his own brain than to listen to Caustic’s deep voice.

Every time he hissed for him to get back there, he’d laugh back. “What? I get the feeling you’re starting to like me, amigo.” Only to be met with silence back in his ear until Caustic caught back up and would haul him to cover so they could at least hunker down somewhere.

Each touch felt like electric- not that Octane would admit it. Or be the first to admit it, that was.

~Rest under the cut~

Caustic was a hard ass in the ring, everyone knew that. He used it as his personal lab to experiment new toxins on champions, newbies, the wildlife- it didn’t matter. Octane shouldn’t have felt a thing for him, but he was so vicious in his speech and his mannerisms. Hauling Octane over his shoulder when he was in danger even if Octane could do it himself and do it twice- no. Thrice as fast!

But, when he picked on the big guy, all he got in reply were grumbles, telling him to shut up and focus on the match. Victory was just around the corner.

Couldn’t help himself sometimes, could you blame him?

Admiring the back of Alexander and sighing wistfully. Sure those layers hid pretty much all of him- but Octavio could tell that that man was built. Not full of muscle like Gibraltar- no that guy was PACKED. But Alexander was strong with a soft tummy and- wait what were they doing again?

RIGHT! Right the match. Right. Fighting- where's Caustic?

That’s about right when he hears it. The ticking underneath his body and then the familiar heat of pain searing his lower half and the sound of one of his legs busting from the explosion.

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Alexander isn’t pleased when they’re in the med bay. They’d been the top three of squads, but with only two people they were doomed from the start. Or at least, that’s what Octavio heard him grumble in annoyance about. Doesn’t even check on him- the bastard.

The explosion leaves him with one leg, Ajay wouldn’t be able to make him another until two weeks out. TWO WHOLE WEEKS! And not only that, but she needed his still intact leg to calibrate the new one! UGH.

Which meant boredom. For two weeks. Now that had to be a joke. But, no.

So, he’s sent home on Ajay’s watchful and annoyed gaze feeling more like a damsel in distress than a legend out of commission for the time being. The compound is quiet when he makes his way to his apartment, sitting on his couch and pouting.

It takes not forty-eight hours before he caves. His wheelchair becomes his act of vengeance for the confinement of his room. The halls in the middle of the night are heard of him sliding up and down the halls laughing to himself. No one seems amused, but no one can really stop him either.

It takes a total of seventy-two hours before he’s texting. And boy, does he text. Fingers flying over the keys to anyone who will be stupid enough to reply.

He’s lounging on his couch in a pair of sponsored black and green boxers that are cut short to show the cut off edges of his thighs, only enough to wrap hands around to feel them, still strong from the help of Ajay’s inventions. They can only lift ever so much when he tries to move them by themselves, frustrated at the lack of ability to run around and get rid of extra energy. A black crop top is fit snug to show off his abdomen, his mask long since discarded for comfort.

His black hair was shaved into an undercut, left longer on top with a few inches left to the length. A green streak zipping through the fluffy mess. Piercings covered his ears and a scar through the arch of his left brow. His eyes frantically zipped over the screen of his phone, a vivid hue of green to his irises as much as his favorite color. He bites his bottom lip, feeling his snake bites and sliding his tongue over his teeth just to feel his tongue stud nudge and click against them.

He’s got Alexander wrapped up in conversation. At least, that’s what he tells himself he’s got. It’s more like he’s writing paragraph after paragraph about how bored he is, about how he wishes he could have some FUN, do something. And Alexander is replying with ‘ok’ like he’s an ancient father who doesn’t know how to text.

It’s not like Octavio should know that he’s pissing him off. It’s not like he would care if he was, either. Nothing would become of it, even if he wanted something to. To feel that man’s fingers wrapped around his throat, nails biting into sensitive flesh, oh that would be thrill enough to satisfy him for weeks. Or, well, minutes at the very least.

It isn’t until his fourth back to back text without Alexander responding does he pick up something is wrong.

O: cmon man im soooooooooo bored see how many os there are

O: just bring some booze or smth

O: please alex just help ur amigo out

O: now ur just being rude

All back to back with little read symbols next to them. Dick.

He’s hopeful he’s coming, but there’s something about the aura shift that tells him maybe he should have shut up a little bit ago. Alexander had a key, Octavio didn’t need to worry about him busting down the door because he didn’t answer it. Or maybe he’d given up on responding and just automatically started clicking on them just to shut up Octavio? Nah, he was a dick, but he wouldn’t leave a guy on read.

Right?

Oh come on, that was even crueler!

Just as he’s about to send his fifth text, there’s a noise at the door. A jerk of the knob makes his heart jump in his throat, pulling himself onto his elbows before the lock is turned.

In the doorway is Alexander himself, some nice casual wear on him of a v neck black t-shirt, jeans, and a black jacket thrown over everything. He looked decent- but boy did he look pissed. Octavio hardly has time to eye him up before the door is slammed and locked again.

“Ah! Alex! Finally- jeez I thought you gave up on me!” Octavio’s smile is bright and cheeky, eyes narrowing in delight as he sees Alexander’s look.

Alexander’s jaw is set tight. Octavio hardly got to see him without that damned gas mask in the way, revealing a salt and pepper beard, his hair pushed back but a few strands curling onto his round, freckled and liver spotted face. His lips look chapped but Octavio nearly bites his own at the thought of them pressing up his neck.

Not the time when he’s mad at you.

Upon no response, he flops back onto his back and makes a waving motion. Not feeling the calculated stare on his face and hair, something Alexander had seen briefly in rings before when Octavio had to pull his mask up, but never his full face, sans goggles and everything. It was...pleasant to see.

“Make yourself at home, compadre.” Octavio says nonchalantly, not taking note to the stare on his lips as his own eyes shut as if he’s trying to block out the company. When he’d just been rearing to go on the phone.

He still is. His fingers tapping insistently on his toned stomach, body seeming to bounce in place without the aid of his legs to get rid of the itch to move. Octavio isn’t stupid, he knows when something is off- and Alexander not taking a bite at him counted as something off.

He opens his acidic green eyes once again, only to be face to face with said man studying him like he’d been nothing more than an insect. Or perhaps a kitten with the fondness in his eyes.

Octavio only grins ear to ear, showing off dimples and sharp canines. “Ey, take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Perhaps not how he wanted his last words to be, because in that instant his hair is grabbed and he’s suddenly jerked.

A yelp he’d deny later leaves his lips, shouting out ‘Hey hey hey!’ like trying to soothe an angered animal as he’s lifted, like he weighed nothing, from around his waist. He’s pretty sure Alexander is going to chuck him out the window or destroy his phone but- then he’s...he’s sitting.

Sitting and putting Octavio in his lap. A firm hand in his hair still, keeping Octavio’s head to the side and back to expose his neck. His heart starts pumping, feelings mixing hard together, but two stand out the most.

Adrenaline- the adrenaline he’d been wanting to feel for days now. And pure want, molten lava heat blossoming in his belly as his eyes flutter to the rough treatment.

“Stop. Talking. You have been insistent that I show my presence here, and now you are going to listen to me this time. Got it?” The way Alexander speaks is calm and calculated, but there’s this edge, a bit of a tilt to it. Something not quite anger- desire, maybe? Octavio doesn’t get to think long on it when his hair is jerked and he gasps out.

“Yes! Yes, yes, si!” His voice is rushed, hurried, as if he couldn’t say it quick enough. He’s practically vibrating in Alexander’s lap, lack of legs driving him insane by now. Especially because only Alexander’s grip could keep him afloat atop him right now. One hand gripped in his hair the other grabbing onto a hip.

Octavio’s scarred thigh tissue doesn’t bug him when all he can do is essentially wiggle them. Splayed out across Alexander’s lap- open like this? Oh, this was better than any drug hit straight to the bloodstream. The utter power behind those hands, calloused and near making him groan when a thumb brushes so sweetly over the skin of his hip, just barely skimming the stud to a hip dermal exposed over the top of his boxers.

“Good.” Alexander says after a moment before Octavio feels lips brush over his pulse line.

It should have been sweet, could have been too, but then teeth dig in sharply. He inhales just as sharp, body jerking and hands going up to grip at the other man’s shoulders. Digging his nails in as a dark bruise is sucked into his flesh.

He breathlessly laughs at the rush running through his veins as his hair is pulled tighter until his neck is strained and more exposed. He would have taken Alexander to be an old-fashioned sorta guy, take him out to dinner and then talk his ear off about experiments. Not show up at his door and absolutely ravish his neck in hickeys.

Octavio’s hard already, dark lashes fluttering when the hand at his hip drags him forward against something that is unmistakably the other’s dick. Wow, and he was going to make a joke about Viagra. Unfortunately, it seems Alexander knew him all too well because the hand gripping his hair and straining his neck slides down to his throat instead. Mouth pulled away and there’s a slight pressure on his neck.

Just hard enough to get him to grin brightly to show sharp canines and roll himself challengingly forward into his grip.

The hand on his hip jerks him forward then pulls him back once again. Without the balance of his leg muscles, Octavio would have fallen flat trying to hump Alexander as much as he’d like to, like a starving dog. The scientist is careful about keeping a tight enough grip. The hand on his throat going to the nape of his neck and Octavio falls forward without much other prompting.

Arms wind around broad shoulders, his face buried into the crook of Alexander’s neck and feeling his pulse racing as hard as his own is. Alexander’s breaths are heavy and deep, while Octavio is much higher pitched, whinier and trying to get his partner to speed up the process.

“C’mon- you’re going to slow! Speed it up, c’mon, c’mon-” His voice is a near sob dropping at the end syllable when Alexander growls at him in return.

“I thought I told you to shut up.” His voice is deep, his eyes monitoring Octavio for just a moment to see if he’d say anything else.

Pulling him back just enough to see the glassy eyes and flushed face of the smaller man who looks about love sick when he nods agreeably in return. “Good. Do not make me remind you a third time. You are at my mercy until otherwise you change your mind.”

An offering. An opening. That if Octavio wasn’t comfortable, he need only say the word and he’d be off the hook.

He opens his mouth to say something about hurrying up, but upon Alexander’s narrowing eyes, he shuts it again in favor of whining low in his throat to sound pathetic. Bouncing as best as he could to try and get friction and when all he gets is a chuckle, he just about cries.

Well...Until Alexander is gripping the back of his head and shoving their mouths together.

It’s not the most romantic of kisses, but his hands fly to grip Alexander’s salt and peppered hair. Twisting fingers within it to keep him firmly right there and earning a grunt from the older man when his teeth sink into his chapped bottom lip. The groan is enough to allow Octavio a boost of confidence, licking his way into the other’s mouth until both are sighing with pleasure.

There’s...a mutual, unspoken thing here. Octavio can feel it in the way the control of Alexander’s grip flutters towards the curve of his waist instead. How he’s held tenderly instead of bruising. He expected hard and fast, wham bam thank you ma’am.

But there’s a new heat, a new feeling shared between them as he’s pulled forward- not in search of pleasure, but in seek of body to body touching. It’s romantic- it could be, at the very least.

If, you know, both of them weren’t hard and Octavio also didn’t taunt him until he came over with the wrath of God in his eyes.

There’s a sharp sensation in his side from nails digging in, but Octavio is much more interested in discovering how Alexander’s mouth curves in pleasure when he moans into his mouth instead. He could laugh at how easily the scientist could be interested in such simple noises, but he’s truly thrown for a loop when the bigger of the two suddenly lifts Octavio up. Straight up, as if he’s a rag doll.

It’s...kind of hot.

Lips separated, he uses his hands to grasp at Alexander’s hair and pulls to elicit a growl from him. Octavio laughs, naturally amused by his pain until his briefs are ripped off in one go and he’s set back in the older man’s lap unceremoniously.

There’s a pause where Octavio opens his mouth to yell, but obediently shuts it when he’s given a look. He shivers briefly, left in his crop top as his cock bobs back onto his abdomen. A small bead of pre-cum sticking to the warmed flesh there.

His cock has got a nice lean to it, a nice weight and thickness. He’s a nice six inches in length, thick with a few barbells on the underside of his dick going up in four silver barbells of a Jacob’s ladder. The head is flushed a warmed rosy color, shiny from pre-cum, prominent veins against his naturally tanned olive flesh. Silver barbells stick out on the V lines of his hips too, hip dermal piercings with a tuft of soft black curls resting at the base of his cock.

Alexander would never admit how beautiful he was. Now with hands rested on his broad shoulders and the daredevil’s head bowed almost in embarrassment- but judging by his quickened breath he likes it. Especially when Alexander grips his bare hips, digging him downwards into his clothed cock just to hear the younger let out a rush of a breath in arousal.

Alexander wasn’t normally...much on touchy feely sex. He’d come here mad, planned on shoving the brat’s face into the couch and taking him hard and fast and leaving him wanting more. But something’s there- something he needed to reevaluate at another time once said brat lets out a bit of a laugh now. “Gonna just stare or are you gonna keep going, amigo?”

“Thought I told you to shut your mouth?” Is his easy reply back, voice deep and vibrating through his chest. The way it affects Octavio is one to note, the full body shiver and challenging gaze like asking what he was going to do about it.

He should just use the brat like a sex toy, bounce him on his cock with no prep. He’s sure Octavio would like that, he already is flushed head to toe, squirming in his lap, looking to start a fight. So full of energy and rearing to go.

He feels so good on him too, but...

With a switch decision, he moves Octavio. Pulling the couch’s throw pillows so he could rest Octavio’s head and abdomen on the pillow beneath him. Octavio makes a confused noise as he’s flipped onto his abdomen and out of his lap, about to complain until he feels his hips being pulled up.

One arm goes under his waist to keep him up, allowing his cock to brush the hairy and strong forearm around him. It’s a teasing friction that makes him arch, but then another is grabbing at his ass. Shapely from running around, he’ll admit. But then one cheek is pulled apart and oh-

Oh.

Oh!

Wetness brushes over his hole, a warm swipe of a tongue. He’s never- no one’s ever. Oh. He doesn’t know whether to be embarrassed more over the act or that he likes it.

“Ah-” He starts to moan, cut off as he crosses his arms under his head and buries his mouth into them. Normally he liked his partners to know how good he felt, running his mouth. But judging by the sharp nails digging into his flesh, that wasn’t wise to do.

It’s a curious motion, licking, swiping before lips come into play. Open mouthed kisses over his entrance, a tongue peeking in and swiping upwards before a finger comes into play. Already pre slicked with saliva and a hand cheekily grabbing his balls briefly before sliding up over his perineum and making its way inside.

He groans faintly, and he swears he feels a grin with the mouth pressed onto one of his cheeks. Biting gently and making Octavio jerk from the motion.

One finger becomes two, then three. Scissoring him as his cock leaks pre-cum and jerks against nothing. He tried seeking friction, hips trying to bounce, but the arm keeps him firmly in place until he’s left sobbing. Keening for more as Alexander twists his fingers smoothly and presses upwards. Massaging against his prostate as he sucks hickeys into the man’s thigh and hip.

“Fuck me! Come on- come on stop teasing! Just fuck me-” He’s so full of gusto. Bucking his hips, squirming, before it ends with a choked sob when fingers stab upwards into the bundle of nerves.

Octavio feels pathetic- has never felt so pathetic or so small during sex before. He liked switching often enough, but this? This was a new experience for him to be so...well, submissive and obedient.

He knows he shouldn’t talk, but he can’t help it. Talking was in his nature. Running his mouth a mile a minute but he’s spared this time at least.

Alexander sits back on the couch and he’s pulled into his broad lap. Rendered useless yet again as he’s held. Their cocks press together, and Octavio takes the time to look down and really see what he’s been missing out on.

He...Doesn’t expect Alexander to be so big. He’s thick, really thick actually, a fat dick. He’s about maybe an inch bigger, not decorated like his own and uncut with a shiny pink head peeking from the soft flesh there. He’s got some liver spots and freckles at the base, giving the paler flesh some character with thin almost red curls at the base. Ah, so he’s a natural blonde? He’d laugh if he wasn’t so busy trying to breathe.

“You sure you want this?” Comes Alexander’s voice, uncharacteristically soft as he smooths thumbs over Octavio’s hips. Alexander’s still fully clothed, jacket shrugged off long ago and jeans undone to release his dick. Mouthwatering sight, really. Especially when his normally acidic eyes are so gentle, a soft crease between thick brows that makes Octavio’s heart jumps.

Oh, he’s so fucked.

“Yes- yes, yes, yes, please? Please??? Come on I hate begging, just fuck me.” Octavio might as well have been groveling on his knees by now- or well, stumps. But, by God’s gracious being, Alexander just chuckles. Shaking his head as he licks his palm to smooth saliva down his cock for crude lube. Octavio might have told him about the condoms and lube in his bedroom, if he wasn’t excited and squirming in his seat for the delicious friction that was about to happen.

He’s pulled upwards with the same strength in those arms, pulling him up until he feels the blunt head at his hole. His fingers grip at Alexander’s shoulders, digging his painted black nails in even as a soft voice murmurs ‘relax’ for him.

It shouldn’t make his heart twinge, it shouldn’t make him think there was more to this than sexual frustration and anger. It shouldn’t be anything other than a quick fuck.

But, oh, the way Alexander nuzzles at his cheek when Octavio draws himself close enough to bury into his shoulder, it makes him want to scream in pent up emotions. He’d rather fuck it out.

There’s the drop, the slow burn that makes him feel like he can’t breathe. He whines in his throat, clenching on reflex only to have soothing hands rubbing up his flanks but keeping a hold of him. Keeping him up and easing him down, down, down.

Octavio releases a breath he’s holding as he takes the thick cock inside of him. Taking to pressing his face into the crook of Alexander’s neck tighter only to feel a large hand grab the back of his head. Or rather, just hold him. Threading fingers into his jet black dyed hair and kind of scritching with the tips of his fingers. Alexander isn’t too off either, his breathing heavier, a groan escaping as his dick gives a sharp twitch inside of him.

It’s a raw feeling, being so open like this. So, Otavio fills the silence with a whine beneath Alexander’s ear. “Are you going to- ah- fuck me? Or are you just going to keep me as a cock warmer, eh?”

It’s a mistake to say that.

He’s not allowed to talk, Octavio’s brain helpfully supplies three seconds after the last syllable leaves his lips. The soft hands petting him turn to grips on his hips and a warning of a dark chuckle, “You aren’t to tell me what I can and can’t do with you.” Alexander’s voice did not have the right to be that hot.

And up he goes, dropped right back onto his cock with the slow drag. He doesn’t have his legs to kick at him, or to really throw much of a fight. Even if he loved every second of this, he could be such a brat sometimes.

He’s fucked in earnest at the very least, used like a sex doll. Lifted up then shoved back down or left to drop with his own body weight. Octavio howls with pleasure, jerking his head and his shoulders jumping as the consistent pace and the burning drag feels like it’s going to tear him apart.

The crude use of saliva as lube never truly stays, they work together in tandem now, the harsh slide eased by the pace.

The aching burn for Octavio turning to white hot streaks of pleasure, the tight harsh heat of Octavio’s body only serving to make Alexander groan into his ear. Burying his face into his hair and holding Octavio close with one arm. The other helping him to move, grind, sink down onto his cock as Octavio’s own is cruelly ignored.

It’s a pace they both get steady at. Octavio can only be used like this, heavily panting, cock bobbing and thickened as it leaves strings of pre-cum over his abdomen and connecting back to the flushed head. Alexander is no better, groaning, sharp noises from his throat and ending gruff.

There’s no more words to say, Octavio was for sure Alexander would have a filthy mouth. Hell, normally Octavio HIMSELF had a filthy mouth. Would be chanting name after name, fuck me, harder, your cock feels so good, it went on. But he can’t bring himself to break that little rule of Alexander’s.

It’s so good, so fucking good. Alexander is biting into his neck, leaving more hickeys- almost possessive. His own hips are jerking, trying to work with him but the burn of it all is too much.

“Alex-Alexander. Fuck- don't- I can’t-” Octavio can’t seem to get it out. Squeezing tight around the large man, fingers grasping him firm enough to leave his knuckles white. One hand rests on his hip soon enough, jerking him to grind and thrust Alexander’s fat cock inside of him maybe an inch or two. The other hand coming to rest over Octavio’s dick. Jerking in quick paces.

Octavio whines. Wails. Cumming too soon for his liking, cum shooting into the other’s hand, through the small hole it made and onto the hairy, soft tummy he’s been trying to rut up against for the past few minutes.

Normally he’d be all about a round two, cumming multiple times, maybe slamming stim after stim into his thigh. But that orgasm was so satisfying, making him tear up a little. His body jerking, over sensitive when Alexander keeps milking him through it. It seems like it’s more for himself than Octavio, especially when the poor big guy suddenly shifts.

Octavio finds himself lying back down. Oh how he would kill to wrap his legs around his waist and force Alexander deeper. Octavio hisses when his top is pulled up, exposing the pierced nipples of his as the older of the two slams home inside of him with a pleased hiss of pleasure. Seemed he liked all of his body mods. Good.

A warm mouth latches onto one. Alexander has to hunch a bit to do it, belly pressing flush to Octavio’s flat one and effectively trapping the speed demon. His warm, broad tongue swiping over the sensitive flesh even as Octavio stutters on a gasp, over sensitive, too much.

Especially with that fat cock working its way into him with small, quick, well timed thrusts. He’s worried that Alexander isn’t even close until he hears a telling deep breath through his nose, sharp.

Octavio doesn’t expect Alexander’s mouth to find his so quickly. So starving, kissing him open mouthed and needy. He cums almost silently, save for his quick breaths and choked groans. Filling Octavio up effectively with cum. He clenches down weakly in arousal, cock twitching with interest against the man’s soft belly. Surely smearing cum on the both of them.

When the kiss breaks, it sounds wet. Octavio’s lips are flushed and swollen, parted to pant softly and show off his piercing. Alexander looks a little more composed, tongue flicking over his lips as if to savor Octavio’s taste. Brows furrowed with pleasure as he rocks a little into the daredevil to get the rest of it out of his system.

It’s soft, nice, warm even. The butterflies Octavio felt before come arising again and he can’t help the sly grin as he winds his arms around the big guy’s neck. Playing with the ends of his hair and twirling the strands around them. He relishes for just a moment on how Alexander’s eyes flutter before he comes to a quick thought decision.

“So...Normally this is the part where I ask for round two- but I think instead I want to ask you out.” He starts, laughing when the relaxed face on Alexander turns to shock before it’s composed again. Cool and stoic.

“Well,” His voice is gruff, thicker than before from the sex and sends electric down Octavio’s spine. “I suppose this was not...Too bad of an outcome. However, I am picking the location.”

“Anything you want, papi.”

[driversmutbucket]

Kitten XI

Hey! It’s me! Sorry about the impromptu hiatus, but, ya know, life.

Kylo Ren AU x Reader

Warning: NSFW, minimal plot - maximum smut, eating assssssss, spanking (with belt), oral sex.

💋💋💋💋

1 year later

You pulled the fridge door open with such force that Kylo looked over from where he was making a coffee.

Grabbing a bottle of Pinot Gris from in the door you were aware, in your peripheral vision, of Kylo’s eyebrows shooting into his hairline.

“Not this time then?” He asked gently.

“Obviously!” You snapped, a surge of venomous anger washing over you.

You pulled out a wine glass and slammed the cupboard door shut.

“Kitten.”

The tenderness in his voice was all it took. You burst into tears- guttural, gasping sobs.

“I don’t-...why-...” you tried.

His arms were around you within seconds, pulling you into the warmth of his chest, hands rubbing soothing circles on your back.

—

Infertility was a bitch.

You never had any indication, apart from being the wrong side of 30, that you would have any trouble conceiving.

There was nothing wrong per se, with either of your reproductive systems. It just wasn’t happening.

You had tried for 6 months au natural.

Now, you had a regime of pills and injections that had taken over your life.

Sex had become monotonous.

You had never been more miserable.

—

“I can’t do this anymore.” You sniffed, “I feel sick all the time, my moods are completely erratic, Kylo, I can’t….i’m so…. ” tears were threatening to spill out of your eyes again.

You were snuggled up on the sofa, Kylo stroking your hair, your head resting against his chest, the beating of his heart calming you.

“You’re done, I can see that, it’s ok,” He soothed, “i want my happy wife back.”

“You’re not disappointed?” You asked in a small voice.

“Not in you, never in you, babe, but I’m really fucking certain there is no God.”

You snorted, breaking into a small smile.

—

It was like you both breathed an unspoken sigh of relief, after putting conception on hold. You gleefully packed away a pharmacy worth of medications and ovulation strips and deleted the multiple apps off your phone. Good riddance.

It wasn’t that you weren’t sad, of course you were, but there was also a part of you that was content with letting the universe decide.

Now you were on a mission to get your sex life back. The one that had been smothered under expectation, ovulation cycles and pharmaceuticals.

You hadn’t had sex in 2 weeks. The longest you had ever gone in your relationship. There was a sense that perhaps you were both decompressing from the intensity of the last 6 months. The clinical, downright boring, let’s-get-this-done sex to try and conceive. And my god, quantity was certainly not better than quality.

Tonight you were making an effort, having even finished work early and had your hair done. It had been woefully neglected.

The idea had been sparked by a dress in the back of your closet that you had caught sight of this morning. You had worn it the first time you met Kylo. It was black, tight in all the right places with a plunging neckline, surprisingly it was in one piece, despite being almost ripped from your body that night. You smirked at the memory.

—

Pulling open the door to the bar, you scanned the dim room for your husband.

You spotted him in a back corner booth, in head to toe black. His handsomeness still gave you butterflies. The way his dress shirt buttons strained just a fraction due his broad physique and his ability to dwarf the majority of furniture made you bite your lip and squeeze your thighs.

Kylo looked up and saw you when you were a few feet from the table.

He froze, slowly placing down his drink, jaw slackened.

Good.

Hair freshly styled, a fair whack of makeup and a sexy outfit had you feeling like a new woman.

You had forgone underwear, the bodice of the dress was tight enough to squish your breasts in place, the plunge of the neckline ending a few inches above your belly button. Long sleeves and a knee length hem kept the garment in the realm of tasteful. You opted for black stilettos, even though they were hell to walk in, you knew he loved them.

“Jesus Christ.” He half choked as you say down next to him.

His eyes lingered briefly on your cleavage before drifting up to the dainty gold necklace he had given you on your wedding night.

“Hello, Sir.” You purred, unable to suppress a grin.

His eyes flashed in acknowledgement as he recognized the dress you were wearing.

“Kitten.” His voice was almost a growl.

You picked up the drink he had pre-ordered you, sipping and meeting his searing gaze.

You leaned into him, placing a hand on his thigh,so your lips were right beside his ear.

“When I have finished this drink, I want you to take me home, and fuck me like you did before you knew my name.” You whispered, grazing your lips along his jaw and placing a quick kiss on his lips.

A smirk slowly appeared on his face as you took another sip of your drink, watching him.

“That depends.” He mused, picking up his glass and swirling the dregs of an old fashioned.

You raised an eyebrow, as his hand trailed up your thigh.

“Are you going to be a good girl?”

He felt you clench, his large hand was rubbing soft circles at the top of your thigh. His smirk only got bigger.

“Yes, sir.” You nodded.

“Then be a good girl and finish that drink, before I get us arrested for indecent exposure.” He quipped, before draining his cup.

You all but gulped down the cocktail.

You walked with Kylo to the bar, his hand rested on the small of your back.

As he handed over his card to pay, the hand drifted down and squeezed your butt, before patting it softly.

You looked up at him with a grin, “subtle.”

“Don’t get mouthy with me, Kitten.” He warned in a low murmur.

Entwining hands, you walked out into the night air to begin the short walk home.

-

You had walked as fast as your stilettos had allowed. Kylo was near striding, which had you giggling and cursing as you tried to keep his pace.

“Thank god!” You gasped, staggering into the elevator, behind Kylo, slightly puffed.

Kylo leant against the opposite wall of the elevator, eyes raking over your body.

“I’m not wearing any underwear.” You offered cheekily.

His eyes snapped up to yours almost in time with the elevator opening at your floor.

You exited before him with a grin, hightailing it to your door.

You toyed with his belt, grazing his growing bulge with your fingers as he fumbled with lock on the front door.

“Fucking brat, you have no patience.” He hissed, finally getting the door unlocked and pushing you inside.

“Says you, who dragged me home.” You countered, looking up at him.

He cupped your jaw and ran his thumb roughly across your lips. “You better be naked by the time I get to the bedroom Kitten. But leave those shoes on.” He pushed his thumb into your mouth, and you sucked it greedily.

“I need to think about how I’m going to punish you for being so mouthy.” He outright grinned as he pulled his hand away and turned you in the direction of the bedroom, smacking your ass.

You walked with an exaggerated sway of your hips. Pulling down the zip of your dress as you went. You could feel his eyes burning into your back.

-

Walking into the bedroom you kicked off the dress and bent yourself over, resting your elbows on the bed. You knew your legs looked great in these heels.

You were wet from the anticipation alone.

You shivered with excitement as you heard his footsteps.

You could feel him behind you, heard his belt being undone. You stayed still and quiet, like a good girl.

You jerked as the cold leather of his belt was dragged over your cunt, he slapped your clit with the doubled-over belt. Not hard, but enough to make you gasp.

“Soaking.” Kylo murmured.

He cracked the belt on your ass, you yelped at the sharp pain that quickly gave way to a wave of pleasure.

“Good girl.”

Another. You didn’t yelp this time, just uttered a guttural moan.

It seemed his patience was limited, you heard the belt be dropped on the floor before he took an ass cheek in each hand and squeezed.

“Kitten, you look so perfect bent over for me in those heels, this peachy ass- fuck!” His voice was rough.

“Thank you, Si- oh god!”

Kylo buried his face between your legs. You peeked back, he was fully clothed, on his knees, and you doubted you had seen anything more erotic.

He ran his hands up and down your legs, as his tongue probed your entrance.

You pushed back against his face unconsciously.

His hands traveled up and kneaded your butt cheeks again, spreading them, your whimpers of pleasure morphed to filthy moans as his tongue dragged upwards and he must have been spurred on, because he began to eat your ass with enthusiasm.

Your legs were shaking, you hadn’t experienced pleasure like this in, what? Months? God, you had forgotten how good it could be.

You whimpered as he pulled away.

���Lay down, baby girl, give those legs a rest, you’ve done so well, Kitten.” He murmured, guiding your shaking body to the bed, “need to make you cum before I fuck you.”

Laying on your back you had hardly caught your breath before Kylo pushed your legs open again and wrapped his plush lips around your clit.

You arched your back with a moan as he plunged two fingers into your warmth and sucked your clit.

“Ohfuckohgodbabyplease!”

Another finger and a subtle change of angle had you orgasming so hard your eyes watered and a rather large gush-

“Holy shit!” You yelped.

“That was…...so hot.” Kylo said huskily.

His pupils were blown, hair rumpled, and he was still fully clothed as he looked at you from between your legs.

“A lot of pent up orgasms.” You mumbled sheepishly.

You honestly couldn’t remember the last time you had climaxed - as sad as that was.

“I know babe, I’m so sorry, fuck, we just…..” he sighed with a look of anguish.

“It’s ok, it’s over with.” You reassured him. “Now can you please hurry up and get naked?”

The smirk returned, “I’ve missed this.”

Kylo placed some quick kisses down your thighs before standing up and beginning to strip off his clothes.

You watched, propping yourself up on your elbows, smuggly thinking, that is my husband.

“Are you gonna let me ride you?” You asked, eyes fixated on Kylo’s cock as it was released from the confinement of his trunks.

You had had enough missionary let’s-get-this-done sex to last a life time.

He didn’t answer, instead, he sat against the headboard. You crawled over to him, as he slowly pumped his cock.

You straddled him eagerly, batting his hand away from his cock and quickly replacing it with your own.

He cupped your butt as you hovered, lining yourself up.

“God, I love you.” He breathed, eyes roaming your body.

You beamed at him before easing down onto his cock with a sharp inhale.

“Mmmmph fuck! So good.” You kissed his lips gently as you rolled your hips experimentally, “I love you too.”

He squeezed the flesh of your buttocks, helping you fuck yourself on his cock.

You buried your hands in his hair, and kissed him. You hadn’t kissed with urgent, fiery lust in weeks. Within seconds you were moaning into each other’s mouths as your tongues did a well rehearsed dance. Nipping and sucking each other’s lips as your movements on his cock became more frantic.

“Not gonna last.” Kylo panted, pulling away from your mouth.

“Don’t care.” You whimpered, “please touch me.”

One of his hands moved to your front and dipped in between your bodies, seeking your sensitive clit.

“There! Hnnngh!” You cried as he began rubbing tight circles.

Your forehead dropped to rest on his shoulder as you felt his hips stutter, he came with a groan beneath you. You placed little kisses down his neck as he let his head rest back against the headboard.

The second orgasm that washed over you was less intense but just as magical, your toes curling while you made little noises of pleasure into Kylo's neck.

-

“We are never having sex for the sake of it again,” You mumbled, snuggling into your spent husband, “not when it can be like that.”

“Never.” He vowed.

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[darkmulti]

Treat you better

Mafia!Yunho x female reader

⚠️Warnings: blood, explicit torture, language, ddlg kink, size kink, praising, marking, orgasm denial, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, choking

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1:08am

When will it stop?

The vile screams were ringing in the girls ears, making her anxiety level high. Violently shaking in the bed, she patiently waits for her boyfriend who was ironically causing all this unnecessary stress.

That was until a sharp shrill had crossed the line and she burst out into tears, feeling overwhelmed. The traumatized soul gets up and goes downstairs to try and convince her boyfriend to stop torturing whoever the hell it was.

“Yunho?”

The door creaks open and she sees the man chained onto the wall with deep cuts on his limbs and chest. Being frightened by the sight, she closes her eyes again, until an arm wraps around her waist.

“Woah woah woah little girl. You don’t want to go in there. Those naive little eyes aren’t up for that challenge.”

The voice belongs to Wooyoung. He always flirted with the girl, even though he was well aware that his best friend was with her. However, he didn’t really give a shit. He thought that she was a temporary sex toy for Yunho, and was even thought about fucking you as well.

You know what they say, ‘Sharing is caring’

He smirks to himself and asks the angel what she needed.

“I want Yunho.”

She pouts and gives Wooyoung puppy eyes. He sighs at the girl and pulls her into the room.

“Wooyoung what the hell are you doing? Take Y/N out of here!”

Yunho was throwing salt on the deep cuts that were scattered across the males body.

“Yunho, stop.”

She runs towards her boyfriend and pulls him away from the nearly dead man.

“Yunho, control your toy. She can’t just be running around everywhere. This is important business, get rid of her.”

Tha man in the corner spoke with disgust.

“Calm down San. Y/N go back upstairs!”

“No! Stop doing this Yunho!”

Everyone’s ears perk up when they hear someone clapping. It was Wooyoung, of course.

“Maybe she wants to help us.”

“What? No, I’m not helping!”

“Then watch, little one.”

Her neck snaps and she looks at her boyfriend in shock. He knows how she feels about this but still offers such things?

“Wooyoung, San, hold her down.”

Before she knew it, Wooyoung grabs her from behind and San grabs her jaw, making her look up. Yunho took the sharpest blade they had, and cut three lines down and two lines across the man's chest.

“Let's play tic tac toe Y/N. You go first.”

“No Yunho stop. Let me go!”

She struggles in Wooyoung's embrace, and San shamelessly licks her face.

“Your girlfriend’s fucking hot Yunho. How come I never hear y’all fucking?”

“What do you mean San? I fuck her all the time.”

“Clearly not hard enough. Look at how she’s misbehaving. She should be scared to even look at you.”

San growls at Yunho, lecturing him on how to ‘properly’ mark his dominance. His words and actions anger the tall man, so he punches the half dead man on the wall, knocking him out.

He then furiously walks over to his girlfriend and rips her out of Wooyoung's arms. He throws her over his shoulder and spanks her ass.

“Tonight I’ll fuck her hard enough to make you both masterbate to the sound of my balls hitting her warm, tight cunt. I would offer you to join in, but too bad I don’t like sharing”

Yunho huffs away leaving the two men speechless. He walks into the room and drops his girlfriend on the floor. She hisses at the sudden drop, and feels her buttoks in agonizing pain. She looks up at the man who was twice her height. He was so frightening and intimidating down here. She gulps and he effortlessly picks her up and places her onto the bed.

“Awe did I hurt my little whittle baby?”

She nods her head and puts a finger in her mouth.

“Go put on that lingerie I bought you for your birthday.”

Yunho’s head gestures towards the closet and she scurries off. The small girl struggled to take off her clothes and put the lingerie on without taking too long. If she did, Yunho would scold her.

“Princess are you done? You know how much I hate waiting.”

Her tiny hands intertwined behind her back and he walked out of the closet looking down. She was wearing baby pink lingerie because Yunho loved soft colours on the girl. She was his baby.

He was so much taller than her, he just wanted to pick her up and snuggle her to death. But at the same time, fuck her till she bleeds.

“Come sit on my lap.”

He pats his lap and she shyly walks over. Her small arms snake around his neck and she snuggles up against his chest, wrapping her legs around his body. Her slit was right below his bulge, so she teasingly put a little pressure on it.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish darling. I’m in charge.”

His voice went low all of a sudden, scaring the girl. Yunho grips her waist and grinds on her wet cunt.

“Kitten, you haven’t even had that lingerie on for 10 minutes and you're already soaked.”

His words made her cheeks heat up. She buried her face in her hands until he gently pushed it away.

“No hiding from daddy, kitten.”

He flips her over and hovers on top over her. His rosy, slender fingers wrap around her little throat, making the girl whine under him.

“Shhh. I’ll give you what you want. You just got to be patient.”

The bigger figure leans down and kisses the darling body. He left his marks all over her breast, because he admired them so much. Without his marks, your breast would be incomplete.

Her small fingers run through his soft hair. She lets out her precious moans, driving Yunho insane. He takes the hem of her lace panties and pulls them down. He brings it back up to her mouth, and stuffs it in.

“Bon Appétite.”

His face dips down and she lets out a louder moan. Her boyfriend was flicking his tongue on her burning but needy, clit. Yunho grabs her thighs and spreads it wider, while eating her out more aggressively.

The slurping and sucking sounds were gross but hot in a way. He was drinking all your wetness away. Y/N had gotten used to the sucking, but she jolts up when she feels his warm, wet tongue enter her pussy.

Her walls desperately clench around nothing, and you squeal at the feeling.

“Daddy! Please! I want to cum!”

His little princess kicks her legs out, frustrated.

“Not all princesses get what they want.”

Without saying anymore words he takes himself out, and rubs it against her clit. Shivers ran down her spine, causing her to arch her back.

He teasingly puts the tip in, and a soft, needy cry leaves her luscious lips. He went a little deeper, and the kitten's walls immediately hugged his huge cock.

Yunho, being a little impatient himself, remembers San’s words and action. He licked his girlfriend’s face. He said that he wasn’t pleasuring his girlfriend enough.

In fury, he grabs her hips and slams his thick, veiny cock inside her.

“YUNHO! OW!”

A yelp leaves the small girl's mouth; startling her by the sudden stretch. Yunho grabs her neck and starts ramming into her pussy. Indeed, you can hear the skin slapping from a mile away.

Yunho lifts her hips slightly, so his cock can thrust easier. He takes the underwear out of her mouth and replaces it with his fingers. He shoves it down her throat making the fragile girl choke.

“Good girl. Choke on daddy’s fingers.”

She licks his fingers clean, until he pulls away and rips her bra off.

Well there goes her new lingerie

He immediately stuffs his face in her breast and sucks on her tit. He bites on the previous marks he made then licks her collarbone all the way up to her cheeks.

His dick was still pounding inside of her until she released a final scream, begging her daddy to let her cum.

“Cum cum cum kitten. Cum all over my cock.”

Yunho flips the position so she can ride his cock. Her nails dig into his chest, and she feels his cock hitting her gspot. She sharply inhales and a couple of tears slips out of her eyes. Her juices slide down his cock, making her breathless.

The male also wanting to cum, grabs her hip and rapidly, thrusts up, making the girl scream once again. He wraps his arms around her body and releases his seeds in her.

His hips slow down, and he pulls the girl in closer. He wipes away her tears and gently kisses her red lips.

“You okay darling?”

“Couldn’t be better.”

Yunho kisses her face, neck and breast. He picks her up and tucks her into the bed sheets, then joins after. He grabs a water bottle from the nightstand and pulls you up so you can drink.

After swallowing it down, she leans her head against his shoulder. Slowly she dozed off and Yunho had whispered an “I love you” while stroking her hair.

“I love you too Yunho.”

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Ending was shit, so sorry abt that. This was also a request so I hope you liked it❣️Also realized the titles completely irrelevant to the story. Oh well

Edited🔐

Xoxo N❣️