#once i can form coherent thoughts for more than an hour and can breathe out both my nose holes i will get to writing again !!

[suugarbabe]

can i request a mattheo drabble(?) fluff with line 28? (”I genuinely dont know why my brain goes blank when i look at you. i tuinl im going a little crazy”)

-🦈

(i’ve never done a request like this so sorry of its weird😭)

It’s not weird at all! You did a perfect job lol

You had been at it for over two hours. You don’t know why you agreed to it in the first place. Well, actually, you do. Pansy promised that she’d pay for everything on your next Hogsmead trip and after today you were going to hold her to it.

Tutoring Mattheo proved to be more difficult than originally anticipated. You weren’t even sure why he needed tutoring. He was genuinely one of the smartest in your year next to Hermione and Draco.

But pansy insisted that he was struggling in divination and needed someone’s help and since you were the best at divination in your year (as Pansy worded it anyway) she said it would be perfect for you to help him.

You held up the tea cup again and pushed the book closer to Mattheo. He glanced inside the cup and looked down at his notes, “Oh okay, yeah so what we have there is, erm, uh…”

When he glanced up from the book to give you his explanation it’s like all thoughts went out the window. You huffed out a sigh and set the tea cup down on the table.

“C’mon, Mattheo, you just had it. I know you know this one, we’ve went over it like three or four times.”

A goofy half smile lifted on his lips, “I’m sorry, love. I genuinely don’t know why my brain goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going a little crazy.”

Your cheeks instantly flushed, tinging a dark shade of pink, “Oh, erm, t-that’s okay. Let’s just look at it one more time, yeah?”

You leaned a little closer to Mattheo to point at the proper section of the book. You expected him to lean away, but he didn’t move, causing your shoulders to be pushed up against each other.

“So right here, it says-”

“I don’t need tutoring in divination,” Mattheo’s breath was hot against your neck with his confession. You sat up straight again, a clear look of confusion on your face.

He took a deep breath, “I actually have the second highest marks in divination behind you. I asked Pansy to convince you to tutor me so I could spend time with you.”

Your mouth formed a small ‘o’ shape at his confession. “Why didn’t you just ask me to hang out?” Your question was genuine and simple. Mattheo was in your friend group, you’ve hung out in a group plenty of times before.

Mattheo shrugged his shoulders, “Dunno, I just…I’m fine when it’s all of us together but, Merlin, darling you saw me just now, when it’s just me and you it’s like I can barely form a coherent sentence.”

“You seem to be doing a pretty good job right now,” you smirked at him.

“Cheeky,” he smiled, wagging a finger at you. “Go to Hogsmead with me this weekend.”

You quirked an eyebrow, “Is that a statement or a question?”

“Whichever one will get you to say yes,” he responded.

You nodded your head, “I’ll go with you. But you should know that Pansy promised me she’d pay for my whole trip the next time I went. Are you going to hold up the same deal?”

Mattheo smiled so hard his dimples popped out, “Oh, Princess. You won’t have to pay for anything, carry anything, I’ll be a true gentleman.”

You closed the divination book before placing it back in your bag, “Perfect, I can’t wait then.” You leaned over, giving him a quick kiss to his cheek before standing and walking away, leaving Mattheo once again at a loss for words.

[percervall]

🎃 trick or treat ✨

how can I resist you?

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, mentions of multiple orgasms, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise, takes place in the mamma mia universe

In which you keep your promise

“Lewis…” you can’t help but whimper as he kisses his way up your sternum and neck.

“Yes, darling?” 

“Please…” you’re not even sure what it is you’re asking of him, not a single coherent thought forming as you bask in the post-orgasm glow.

“Mm, I promised, didn’t I? You love just receiving don’t you, baby?” 

“Uhu,” is the only answer you’re capable of making as his large hand grips your thigh, opening you up to him once more. By now you have lost count how many times he’s made you come, your body aching in the most pleasurable way. In hindsight you should’ve known this would be the outcome of promising him 18 months ago. You had just come home from the hospital, your newborn baby dressed in the cutest Mercedes baby grow –a gift from Mick. You had gotten comfortable on the large king size bed, your baby snuggling into you as you got ready to breastfeed. Lewis had installed himself next to you, brushing a finger over the baby's head. 

“If you want to, I would love nothing more than to give you another child,” he’d said, voice barely above a whisper as he looked up at you. You had been unable to stop the tears from spilling as he gently kissed you. And so when you had told him last month that you felt ready to start trying, Lewis had smiled and kissed you so deeply that it had left you breathless. 

“You better keep me updated on your cycle, baby. The moment that app enters the blue streak I am hiding you away in our bedroom for the weekend, consequences be damned.” 

And thus here you are, completely fucked mindless.

“You can take one more, can’t you pretty girl?” Lewis murmurs, and all you can do is nod. He kisses your neck as he enters you again. The stretch of him filling you has you moaning, head thrown back in the pillows. 

“Fuck baby, feel so good around me…” Lewis groans.

“Need you to move, please.. Lew-.. Please..” You pull him closer, fingers scrambling against the skin of his shoulders and back, needing him closer still. 

“So good, gonna give you what you want darling, gonna fuck a baby into you, yeah?” 

Your brain short-circuits at that, the only noise you’re capable of making a broken moan as you gasp when he hits that spot inside of you so effortlessly. Lewis manoeuvres your legs so they’re wrapped high around his hips and the change in angle has you crying out. You can hear just how wet you are from your arousal and the previous orgasms Lewis had pulled from you, your juices mingling with his cum. If you could think straight, you’d be worried about ruining the sheets and the mattress but right now the only thing you can focus on is the tightening of that knot in the pit of your stomach.

“Need.. Please.. Need to…” you babble, unfocussed eyes on Lewis as he moves his hands to interlace his fingers with yours, holding you down against the bed as his hips snap against yours.

“You’re close already, aren’t you? Look at you, completely fucked out and still begging for more. Such an insatiable, needy girl. You gonna come f’me baby? Gonna come all over this cock as I fill you up? Spill so fucking deep inside of you? Hm?” Lewis murmurs in the space between your lips and it’s enough to send you flying, cunt squeezing around him as you come so hard you forget to breathe for a moment. Your orgasm triggers his and he spills deep inside of you –just as he promised he would– before collapsing on top of you. 

It could be minutes or hours before he moves and carefully pulls out, making you wince. Lewis shoots you an apologetic look, pressing a tender kiss against your temple before getting up.

“Stay here baby, I’ll get you some water and then we’ll clean up and cuddle okay?” You make a noise that could mean anything really, making him laugh as he pulls on a pair of boxers before walking out of the bedroom. Chatter filters through the open door, you can hear your toddler babbling away and your partners ribbing Lewis that it’s a good thing you all live in the hills just outside of Monaco and not for the first time you wonder how you got so lucky. 

Well, me writing for Lewis was only a matter of time. Hope you enjoy this little sneak peek into the mamma mia fic universe based on a conversation we had recently. It's incredibly rushed, so I have no idea if it even makes sense but fuck it we ball?

Wanna go trick or treating?

[starry-nights-garden]

Jaemin ✧ 10:06pm

✧ NCT Dream Jaemin x gn!reader ✧ words: ~1.3k ✧ genre: fluff ✧ warnings: none

Desc.: In which you try to get some urgent work done while your boyfriend Jaemin decides it's time to be very distracting.

It’s a perfectly quiet Friday evening. You’re sitting at your desk, typing away on your laptop, switching back and forth between several documents. Next to you is the cup of coffee you finished not too long ago - you’re aware that you shouldn’t consume any caffeine at this hour, but your deadline is drawing closer at lightspeed and you just can’t afford to lose even a single hour to inattentiveness at this point.

You gnash your teeth and shake your head at yourself. You don’t know why you always have to procrastinate until the last possible moment. You also don’t know why your boyfriend thinks now is the best possible time to start an attempt at distracting you. At first he simply walks into the room and puts his hands onto your shoulders, peeking at the laptop screen from behind. You expect him to ask if your work is coming along well, or maybe if you ate dinner - which you actually forgot to have - or if you’re not getting tired. But nothing. He remains silent, and when Na Jaemin remains silent in such a situation, you know he’s probably planning something. Feeling suspicious, you roll your shoulders back, hoping he would let go of you.

“What?” you mutter, too focused on not losing your train of thought to form a proper sentence. But still, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, his fingertips dance down your upper arms and eventually he puts them on your waist. A premonition makes a chill run down your spine, and at the same time you can feel yourself getting angry. Your hunch of what he’s about to do is proven right when you feel his breath against your neck, just before you can feel his lips touching that same spot too. You involuntarily let out a sigh, and for a second your body disobeys your mind and your eyelids flutter shut. However, no matter how much you want to let him coerce you into taking a break, a wave of internal stress reminds you that you have no time to lose. You lean forward, escaping at least his kisses while his hands remain resting on your sides, and you go back to staring at the screen in concentration.

However, he also wouldn’t be Na Jaemin if you could shake him off that easily. 

“Baby, let’s forget about your deadline for a while…” Despite him keeping his voice low, you don’t miss the underlying worry. You sigh again, this time pushing the air out of your lungs with more force, to which he spins you around in your chair, making you face him.

“I can’t-” You make an attempt at protesting, but the feeling of him cupping your face with one hand combined with the look in his eyes silences you. It’s not even an unexpected reaction, during the time you’ve been dating so far you learned how effortlessly he can sweep you off your feet and erase all coherent thoughts in your head, at least for a while. You collect yourself while taking a deep breath and try to suppress all feelings as he tilts his head to the side, questioning. “I can’t now,” you simply answer, making sure to sound as stern as possible. You feel him caressing your cheek with his thumb once, twice, and again you’re fighting your body urging you to just give in and take a rest. 

Jaemin brushes off your words as his gaze drops from your eyes to your lips, and when he leans in you don’t have it in you to stop him from kissing you. There is something demanding in the way he slowly moves his lips against yours, and his hand now placed at the back of your neck makes sure you don’t pull back before he breaks the kiss. But even then, he doesn’t move his face away from yours more than an inch or two, and you can feel his warm breath tickling your skin as he searches for some kind of answer to his actions in your pupils. Meanwhile, you can practically hear the angel and devil sitting on your shoulders as they argue and yell at each other over whether you should direct your full attention to your boyfriend or to the paper that’s waiting to be continued. In the end it’s Jaemin himself who ends the dispute in your mind, as he presses his lips against yours once again.

Your hands eventually find his shoulders, and when you rake your fingers through his short hair, he deepens the kiss, probably to show his approval. You part for air eventually, and as soon as you have caught your breath you whisper his name.

“You know what’d be real sexy of you right now?” you mumble, and this time you don’t let yourself be shaken when his gaze drops from your eyes to your mouth once again.

“Hm?” he hums, dragging the sound a bit and grinning in approval.

“If you leave me the fuck alone and let me finish this shit.” You pull back and point your chin at the screen of your laptop. Your words came out more sharply than you wanted them to, but he doesn’t seem fazed by the sound of them. He must be thinking again as his eyes rest on your figure, and eventually he gives up with a shrug. Wordlessly, he leaves, but only to come back not even a minute later. He got his own chair from his room, putting it right next to yours and sitting down. With his elbow rested on your desk, he scans your face, making you wonder what he’s up to now.

“What??” is all you say, hands already put on the keyboard, ready to resume working, and being very done with his antics.

“Do you want something to eat?” His question takes you by surprise. He follows it up with “I know you skipped dinner.”

“It doesn’t matter whether I want dinner or not. I don’t have the time,” you argue.

“I’ll make you something. Just tell me if you have any preferences.” Now it’s you who’s staring, eyebrows raised up high.

“You’re… actually gonna be helpful after failing in trying to seduce me into neglecting my work?”

“I didn’t try to seduce you into neglecting it,” he answers calmly. “I tried to seduce you into taking a break.”

“Same thing…”

“So? What do you wanna eat?” he asks again, all while never taking his eyes off your face. “I might be forced to order something instead of making it myself if it’s something too extravagant, though. I can’t stand in the kitchen for two hours while letting you starve.”

“I’m not starving…” you answer silently, though you have so much more to say. You consider pouring the gratefulness you’re suddenly feeling into another kiss, but since he might take that as another opportunity to try forcing you into a break, you decide against it after all.

“Just… some fried rice, or something simple,” you eventually say.

“Hmmm,” Jaemin hesitates, and then eventually he sits up straight, signaling that he’s about to get up. “I’ll make it so it will give you enough energy to power through this.”

“You’re putting coffee into it?” you joke and you lure a short chuckle from his lips as he stands up. He gives your shoulders a gentle squeeze and then captures your chin between his thumb and index finger. You let him turn your head towards him, and after giving you a peck on the lips, you feel the deprivation course through your body more than anything.

“Don’t be like that…” you mutter, and this time it’s you who’s hiding a whine in your voice. Jaemin gives you a big grin and pats your head.

“You’ll get proper kisses when you’re done here,” he says, before disappearing into the kitchen to prepare you a late dinner. 

[prentissluvr]

i dont have all of my sam thots and dean thoughts just yet but I had to send in this bc I completely forgot about meg! sam

and its a damn shame that we didn't see more of that bc it solidified my stance on being a sam girlie

we got at least 3 episodes of demon dean (i have not seen him yet i've only heard about it) but we got like less than half an hour with meg! sam and honestly we deserved more with him

meg! sam made me feel lots of things LOLL

(i wanted to be jo SO BAD in that episode LMAO)

now i need your thots on him please :p

KJDFSJL NO BECAUSE... NOOO I CANT thinking about the amount of meg!sam edits i've seen in the past few days. thinking about the one saved in my camera roll. thinking about throwing up pissing my pants projectile vomiting and passing the fuck out. i reiterate tho, i'm normal!! i'm so so so normal and i don't feel things about it!!!!!!!

i'm honestly still like borderline unsure about how nsfw i want to get on this blog, but uhhh i'm just gonna start typing and see where my dirty fucking mind takes me!

cw : highly suggestive!! no smut, but still absolutely no minors!! MDNI!! contains condescending/mean/possessed sam, but also sweet sam too <33. use of gendered terms, but it is gender inclusive to fem, masc, and gn as much as i could make it! horrible writing it's genuinely just me going feral :))

sooo basically for me the worst (best) part of meg!sam was his voice! it's so bad (never have i ever heard anything hotter in my life). IDK I DONT EVEN THINK I CAN FORM A COHERENT THOUGHT OVER THIS NOT GONNA LIE. uhm uhhh ummmm uhhhh uhmmmm.

so basically so basically, essentially, wwowowowowowowowifjhshf alright lets focus on one thing at a time.

we'll start with that goddamn voice of his. the way it goes from teasing, condescending to deeper, more gravelly and matter-of-fact and then back to condescending LIKE WHOO IM GONNA NEED TO TAKE A LAP. idk just thinking about his large hand on the back of your head, maybe tangled in your hair if the way you wear it allows for that, and his veiny forearm visible through your peripheral vision as he says "open up.. that's a girl" like he did to jo😭😭😭 (or he's says "thaaat's it" to keep things gender neutral, dragging out the "that's" for an extra second, that extra gravel in his condescending tone).

and while this is in possessed!sam context, he'd definitely say things like that normally, i do personally envision him to be less condescending and more sincere. either way, hot as fuck if you ask me. also this isn't meg!sam, but in season seven he says "good girl" and i do listen to that clip several times a day, i am so serious when i say that and i have no shame about it!! i have daddy issues so i do not care!!! so yeah he also says good girl/boy/whatever variation you enjoy best <3 uhmmm yeah but the main point is his hot as fuck voice, right next to your ear with his breath tickling you sensitive skin. especially with that whisper. oh god the whisper😭 and along with "that's a girl," there's atta girl and he'd use that one too so i'll go die in a hole :))) but yeah he genuinely thinks you're so good for him so expect that praise, whether you want it sweet or mean.

then we also have his facial expressions!! the smirk he uses to rile you up or that he flashes you, all mean and haughty because he knows he's getting to you. the fake pity too!! lord help me, once again the utterly fake pity just falls under that condescending persona that was so hot about meg!sam. i'm just gonna use photo evidence and you can imagine him looking at you like that!! enjoy!

last thing i have to say about meg!sam is manhandling!! ahahaahahahaahahah i'm normal and okay!! (this is a cry for help i need him so bad). um yeah while i hate the context of the manhandling of jo in the episode because it's crossing so many boundaries, i will still enjoy the fact that he is hot. so yeah! have fun thinking about sam whirling you around and pinning you between his chest and nearest surface, hand on your forehead to tilt your chin up and give him full access to the skin of your neck. his other hand is pinning your wrist to whatever surface is behind you, and your own free hand is tangled in his hair and he lays wet, desperate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. that's all hahahahaha :)))) feeling so sane right now!!

[minisugakoobies]

11 please from this list with namgi bc i fucking am feeling it. <3 also i adore u. don't get too drunk ok?

Griddle, I am a lightweight and did not drink very much last night! Just enough to get a little goofy. But now I am sober and ready for some serious smut, so I hope you are too! 💕

Title: Take a Breather Pairing: Yoongi x Namjoon Genre: established relationship, smut, Grad School!AU Rating: M(18+) Warnings: bit of a size kink, seductive Joon, grinding, hand job

"Joon, please. I'm trying to focus."

Yoongi swats at his boyfriend, who is currently leaving a trail of kisses along the back of Yoongi's shoulders. They're sitting side by side on the couch, Yoongi hunched over his his laptop, typing feverishly as he tries to finish his dissertation. "Tries" being the operative word, since the last few sentences he's written are no more than random keyboard smashes, unable to coherently form any thoughts as Namjoon's lips press harder.

Namjoon hums. "You said you were going to take a break thirty minutes ago." His fingers skim down Yoongi's bare arms, leaving goosebumps behind. "I'm just trying to help."

Yoongi snorts. "This is your idea of helping? I'd appreciate it even more if you wanted to write a few pages here."

Instead of answering, Namjoon grabs Yoongi's hips, pulling him into his lap. Yoongi doesn't stop him but he doesn't let go of his laptop, either.

It's not fair, Namjoon using his hulking frame against Yoongi like this, curling himself around his boyfriend. It makes Yoongi feel so small, so delicate. Makes him yearn to be taken care of, instead of being the one in charge for once.

"Put the laptop down. You've been working for hours. Just take a breather for ten minutes. Recharge yourself," Namjoon murmurs, nuzzling his nose against Yoongi's ear.

Yoongi can feel his boyfriend's hard cock beneath him, feels his own filling out in his jeans. It's gonna be difficult to keep typing if all the blood in is body is pooling well below his fingers and brain.

He needs to finish this paper, but how is he supposed to do that when the heat from Namjoon's firm chest is seeping through Yoongi's shirt, warming him all over? Or when Namjoon's lips affix themselves to the side of Yoongi's slender neck, teeth nipping hard enough to break the skin and leave a mark? Goddamn it, the taller man knows that's Yoongi's weak spot.

Maybe ten minutes wouldn't be too much.

The laptop slides to the floor as Yoongi reaches behind him, knotting his fingers in Namjoon's raven locks, anchoring the man in place. "Ah, like that," he groans, tilting his head to pull the man closer, urge him to decorate his soft skin with more bites.

Namjoon laughs, victorious. "Now you're ready for a break?"

"Shhh, just keep going," Yoongi mutters, guiding one of Namjoon's hands to the zipper on Yoongi's jeans. He can't tear his eyes away as his boyfriend's fingers wrap around his rigid cock. They're so much thicker than Yoongi's lithe fingers. The size difference makes his head spin a bit. "Oh god, don't stop."

Namjoon doesn't, until Yoongi is gasping in his arms, covering the both of them in his climax. "That's it, baby. Just breathe."

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[devildomresidentt]

Aaah I just wanted to say I loved your ‘men who’ Naruto post and I wanted to request a nsfw one if possible? 💕💕

You can ignore if you don’t write nsfw or if you don’t feel comfortable doing it

Men who…

Featuring - Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, & anyone else you see fit <3

Rating - Explicit

A/N - Luckily for you, anon, I do write nsfw and I’d be more than happy to fulfill your request; ty for the ask nd I hope you enjoy 💞💞

Song choice - B.A.S (Megan Thee Stallion)

Men who could easily spend hours between your legs, ignoring the sting of the tight grip you hold on their hair just to get a few more minutes of peace. Nights like this aren’t often, so why take it for granted; they’re finally free from their usually busy schedules and for them, there’s no better way to fill in the rare free time than spending it pleasing you.

You can’t remember how many orgasms they’ve already ripped from you, the erotic sound of wet, sloppy slurping permeates throughout the room as they work their skilled mouth between your legs.

Your thighs in their calloused hands as your legs helplessly dangle from their shoulders, nails digging into your palm as you clench your fists together, soon finding home in your partners scalp—roughly tugging at their locks, pulling them closer.

You were barely able form a coherent thought at this point, but you knew you were painfully close to your release; coarse, broken moans and cries of their name was the only thing that fell from your lips. They knew you were close just by the way your grip tightened on their locks as you rode their face in search of release, the sudden vibration of them letting out a few groans against your core was enough to push you off the edge of release once more.

Your grip weakened as you came down from your crashing orgasm, coating their mouth and lower chin in a mix your juices and their saliva; the sight of them in this state was painfully lewd. Messy, disheveled hair gently covering their eyes as they looked up at you, their bare body beautifully illuminated by the lit nightstand lamp, bare skin lightly damp with their sweat, chest heaving as they caught their breath—they looked beautiful, a literal piece of art.

(Kakashi, Obito, Itachi, Jiraiya, Shikamaru, Shikaku, Neji, Choji, Might Guy, whoever you see fit)

Men who lack skill but make up for it in enthusiasm. The only experience they’ve had were the restless nights they would spend panting into their palm while fucking their fist to the thought of you; and fuck were there many nights like that, but nothing could’ve prepared them for the real thing. Your warmth greedily taking them back in with every deep, sloppy thrust of theirs as you cried their name between choked out moans.

They easily reached that certain spongy spot that made you see stars, bullying their cock against it with each and every sloppy rough thrust of theirs; they just couldn’t help it, you were so perfect, the warmth you provided them, the feeling of your hole greedily sucking them back in every time they pulled back, these new feelings were dangerously addictive to them.

The pesky knot in your lower stomach finally snapped as you came from the excessive stimulation, limbs falling weak as you were close to collapsing onto the bed.

Their nails digging crescent shaped indents into your hips as they brought you up closer to them, the sight of their shaft coated in a pearly white mix of your fluids and their precum was enough to send them over the edge.

Leaning in and biting into your shoulder as they came, painting your insides in their seed with a muffled groan; their weight against your back as they catch their breath from their crashing orgasm. They couldn’t believe what they just did, and with you out of all people; it was like a dream for them. You could hear them whisper out a few broken I love you’s between breaths before leaving a few kisses in their wake and slowly picking back up on their thrusts, this time with a bit more experience on how to please you.

(Naruto, Rock Lee, Iruka, Sai, Kiba, Sasori, Juugo, Gaara, Whoever you see fit)

[osaemu]

hii sorry if it’s too much of a bother but could you write more sadistic dazai because i am feral for that man 😭😭 thankss i love you’re writing sm !!

.ೃ࿐ SADISM X DAZAI OSAMU

contents: fem!reader. sadism (wow!), teeny bit of blood play, praise + degradation, pet names (darling, pretty girl) prior edging, prior overstim, biting, cunniligus, dacryphilia, choking-ish (?)

sex with dazai is hell.

"seeing you covered in your own blood drives me insane," dazai groans, tilting his head down and swiping his tongue along the open bite on your neck. 

at this point, you can barely form coherent words. all you can think about is how much everything hurts — the bite on your neck, the scratches on your back, the bruises on your thighs, and that's not even the complete list.

dazai reaches up and runs his thumb along your cheek, and when he pulls his hand away, there's red staining his pale skin. "oh, darling, you've never looked more beautiful than you do right now."

right now's one of your exceedingly rare breaks. usually, dazai likes to edge you for hours on end, and whenever he finally lets you cum, he doesn't stop — he'll just keep overstimulating you until you can barely keep your eyes open. 

even if you beg and plead for him to stop, dazai'll just coo "i thought you wanted to cum, hmm? you little liar."

but even dazai knows that his dolls need time to recover if they're to be at their very best for him every night. which is why tonight, after a particularly painful round, dazai's allowing you a momentary breather before he plunges back into your aching pussy.

actually, momentary is being generous.

not even two minutes after he decided to give you a break from getting railed, he's at it again, laughing gleefully as you claw at his back, once again begging him to be gentle.

"shh, darling," he purrs, pressing his lips to your neck and biting down on the still-raw wound he left from earlier. when he feels you flinch, another laugh bubbles out of his blood and cum-soaked lips. 

"s' that hurt?" dazai cooes, voice laced with faux sympathy. a wide smile blooms across his face as he feels you tremble underneath him, and he lets out a long moan. 

"fuckkk, this feels good," he groans, readjusting himself and scooting down so he's face-level with your thighs. "where should i make you bleed next?" he murmurs, mostly to himself. 

dazai leans in and studies the bare skin of your trembling thighs and languidly runs his tongue over your warm, throbbing pussy. "fuck, maybe i'll put you in a wheelchair tomorrow, yeah? how'd you feel about that, pretty girl?"

well, you don't really get a chance to respond before his fingernails are painfully digging into your thighs and his tongue is all the way inside you. 

whenever any part of dazai's inside you, it becomes that much harder to think. and dazai's tongue always works wonders on your senses — the wet sounds, the feel of his tongue inside you, even the way dazai looks in between your legs, face covered with your cum. 

he moans, and the vibration of the touch makes you flinch. dazai makes a sound that sounds disapproving and bites down — hard.

"dazai, fuckkk, please," you gasp, arching your back and shaking like a leaf. "i-i can't—"

at that, dazai actually looks up from his meal and scoffs. "i-i cant," he mocks, leering at you condescendingly. "sure you can, baby. just need a little—more—motivation!" he punctuates word with a bite to your inner thigh, each bite harder than the last. 

"oh, for god's sake, stop whining," dazai grumbles when you still continue blabbering about how much pain you're in. "aw, are you crying too? how cute."

dazai thinks it's even cuter how you wail and cry like a baby when he shoves his dick back inside you, fucking you hard enough to make the tears trailing down your face turn into full-blown waterfalls.

"you're so pretty when you're crying," dazai murmurs, pressing his lips to yours. he lingers for a long time — long enough to sap you of what little breath you had until you're weakly thrashing underneath him, desperate for a breath of air.

when he finally pulls away and lets you catch your breath, dazai sits back and wonders why he's so addicting to your pain and suffering. 

he knows that it's morally deplorable — what kind of boyfriend gets off to their girlfriend in pain, covered in a mixture of blood and tears? 

but fuck, seeing you as you are right now — the very image of blood, sex, and tears — is enough to wash all of dazai's qualms away. 

in his eyes, you're the most beautiful when you're entirely at his mercy. 

[venusiangguk]

almost been 20 days since part 1 of the new dilf part and i’m still going insane i can’t wait for the next part jwniwmwkwmwmmw

i’m sorry for the wait i was going to try and finish it this week but miss covid got me 🫡

[fischltao]

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AOT SQUIRTING HEADCANONS

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request by: @multi-fandoms-stuff

"can I pretty request an imagine for aot eren, erwin, levi, connie, armin, jean, reiner, bertolt, ymir, and mikasa about them making there s/o squirt for the first time and there reaction, have the reader get all shy and trys to hide her face??"

notes: ahhh thank you so much for requesting, again im very sorry for the delay and late update, im back on writing now!

warnings: smut, squirting, overstimulation, bodily fluids

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Eren Jeager:

You and Eren have got it going on for a few hours with him and his titan stamina plunging into you without letting you rest for a minute. You haven't even kept track of how long it's been or how many times he's made you cum that night, only focusing on his cock stretching you open and the way he is holding your throat. It's not long until your next orgasm arrives but oh, this time it feels different and suddenly you're squirting all over him and his cock as he keeps fucking you deeper and harder.

"Eren, I need to clean up, Im so sorry I didn't know this would happen, oh my-" You wail while pushing your hands over your face but instead of him stopping he just snaps his hips against yours harder and says:

"No. You're doing it again" Needless to say, you do, indeed.

Erwin Smith:

On your break you had snuck inside Erwin's office to steal a couple of kisses which soon ended up with you laying on the table all over his paperwork and him taking out his emotions on your poor pussy, to the point where you swear someone's going to walk in with a noise complain- not just due to your loud moans- but also due to the fact that his unsteady table is repeatedly creaking on the wooden floor.

"Erwin, I'm so close, Erwin I-ERWIN" You scream as you realize what is actually happening and not being able to hold it in. Both of you are freaking the fuck out. On any other situation he would find this really hot and treat you so good for squirting on him but you just came all over important papers which needed to be delivered awfully soon and neither has zero idea of what the hell you're supposed to do now. You freaking out must have been even louder than your sex noises and now you're adamant that everyone heard.

This was a different walk of shame

Levi Ackerman:

He had just changed the sheets to your shared bedroom when you walked in half naked after your shower, instantly igniting something inside him. The past few weeks had been really tiring for both and the only way to take your exhaustion away was having you bounce on his cock until you were in tears and shaking.

"You're gonna cum baby? I'm so fucking close too" He whispered in your ear like a lullaby in-between heavy breaths as he moved your hair out of your face and locked his eyes with yours. His movements were so gentle and passionate until you both grew desperate for your release and soon he was guiding your hips faster and sloppier while smacking your ass. It wasn't long until you started shaking while he filled you up. After you both came down from your highs you gained awareness of your surroundings and immediately shrunk to yourself.

"What are you hiding away for?"

"You just changed the sheets"

"I can always put another ones" He said awkwardly as you tried to shift away from his lap, when he pulled you right back in "It would be a shame if i changed them while they're only this wet. We might as well just ruin them completely"

Connie Springer:

Sasha and Jean were sleeping on the couch next to you after a nice dinner and Connie was feeling really turned on, right from the start of the night when you felt his fingers creeping up inside your panties and circling over your clit before teasing their way inside.

"Can we at least go somewhere isolated? I feel bad for-" You choked trying not to make a sound as his finger where now dipping in and out of your cunt in a desperate need of feeling your walls clench around them "Connie-"

"It's too comfy here, try to be more quiet baby" He whispered back as he lifted your skirt and pushed his tip inside not letting it all in but rather slipping it in and then pulling out and rubbing on your clit until you felt yourself cumming. Hard.

You were trying so hard to not make a noise until you realized what actually happened and turned around to look at your boyfriend in shock with heat rising up your cheeks. This cheeky motherfucker was looking back at you with the biggest smirk before plunging his entire length inside. Definitely proud of himself... And you definetely have to clean up before a) Jean and/or Sasha wake up b) Captain Levi haunts your dreams.

Jean Kirschstein:

Jean and you had been sent on different expenditions for the week so it was safe to say that you really missed spending time with each other. And him inside you.

Once he closes his room's door he already has you pushed against the wall and taking you right there while standing up. Jean is the romantic type but missing you made him desperate for your touch. You were sure you were seeing stars at one point, the way he pressed against you was magnificent and it just kept getting better and better until you felt the bubble inside you burst and soon your juices were everywhere on the floor. Everywhere.

You instantly felt like hiding away and audibly apologized while he still fucked the shit out of you. Confused he started slowing down and voiced his concern over your sudden apology until he realized what went down and blushed. 'Thats it, its over' you thought. Suddenly the most unexpected thing happened. A huge smile crept on his face "I made you squirt! Oh my god you look so hot, I bet Eren would never be able to make a girl sq-" He exclaimed before you kicked his leg.

Armin Arlet:

Armin is such a sweet young man. He had you laid on the bed for him as he slowly fucked into you, gasping in between kisses and telling you just how much he loves you. Gaining more confidence in yourself your moans became louder and louder and soon his pace changed into sharp and quick thrusts.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and cherished the way he was the one to make you scream and breathe like that. He felt so blessed that you chose him as the man to have inside your velvet walls and-

Why is the bed wet? Did the rain get through the wooden roof? Why are you trying to hide away? Armin genuinely had no clue.

"Is everything okay baby? Do you feel uncomfortable with the waters?" He asked as more color rose up to your cheeks, refusing to look in his eyes as you awkwardly tried to explain what had happened was not a leak in the roof "What did you say?"

"I squirted"

"Oh"

"Yes"

"This is way more exciting than a leaking roof...Way more"

Reiner Braun:

Reiner is an emotional man and it shows when you get intimate with each other. One time he has you on all fours, with a finger deep in your asshole as he rails your guts.

"Noone else can fuck you like that fuck- what is it baby, is there anyone else that will fuck you this good? Have you crying from their cock? Use your words princess come on" He gasped as his own tears were threatening to fall, seeking emotional validation as well as pleasure as you tried to form a coherent sentence while sobbing "Didn't think so darling, you're such a whore for me"

And in the heat of the moment the offspring of his actions and words erupted from your throat as a loud scream and your juices squirted all over his lap for the first time. The sighting made Reiner cum in an instant and neither had the energy to talk about it, until he embraced you tightly from behind and thanked you for allowing him to be with you and sharing your most vulnerable moment with him.

Berthold Hoover:

His cock felt so good as you bounced on it . In a way it was therapeutic and for the past 7 minutes you've been in this position you've felt constantly on the edge and your thighs burned until sweet release washed you over and soon you were clasping poor Bert's shoulders as you screamed and squirted all over him while he pulled his dick out of your spent pussy and slapped its head on your clit as he watched more liquid come out.

After your orgasm died down a little, instant shame washed over you and you tried hopping away before he hugged you tightly and swayed you without realizing that hes accidentally rubbing you on his cock again and that you are about to pass out....

Ymir:

Ymir is a big tease. A really big one. Proof being her refusing to finally push her fingers inside your soaked slit, instead choosing to just rub up and down while slipping half an inch inside before you grew desperate and moved your own fingers to your clit and rubbing vigorously.

"Fuck" You heard her exclaim before plunging two of her fingers inside "Don't stop touching yourself baby, wanna make you cum like that" She commanded as her fingers dove in and out as fast as she could while you screamed under her touch. Your orgasm came fast and before you knew it, Ymir was soaking wet with your juices . "Never knew my girl could squirt, makes me wish I ate you out instead" She says before diving in.

Mikasa Ackerman:

It was a quiet night with Mika as you laid on your bed next to each other. Your conversation ended with your fingers in her pussy and hers in yours. Both struggled with the pace as you chased your release and her moans in your ear caused you to lose control and instantly let go and clench around her fingers as clear liquid soaked the sheets right beneath you and she turned her head to look at you in awe.

"I'm so sorry Mikasa I didn't know this would-"

"Do you think I can do this too?" She asked with flushed cheeks and an innocent look on her face.

"Eh? Squirt?" You asked and before she had the chance to nod you took out the dildo from your drawer and plunged it deep into her dripping pussy.

[littlefreya]

Spellbound

Summary: Henry and you used to be friends but the line was crossed and now that he has you he can’t quit you.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x female reader (no descriptions of ethnicity and physical traits)

Word count: 681

Warnings: 18+, RPF, smut, graphic sexual descriptions, gentle rough sex, doggystyle, bodily fluids, hyperspermia, multiple creampies, overstimulation, a little grey (hinted obsession), fingering and slightly oral (swallowing). Continue with caution. 

*No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it, ideas or parts it and claiming it as your own

A/N: Okay, honestly I am a little nervous about this drabble since I wrote it on Tuesday night before all hell broke loose. Many thanks to my amazing friend @agniavateira​ for encouraging and beta’ing me. This turned a bit grey for a reason. Will tag people later as I have to take care of some real life stuff. Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Please like, comment, reblog if you enjoyed my work.  🖤

Spellbound.

For so long, you have yearned for this. Stolen gazes during an outing with friends, deranged fantasies amidst sleepless nights - always a friend, never a lover. The ache in your heart was a constant traveller upon seeing those blue eyes. But now, after his romantic confession, a different kind of pain stings in your flesh, and by god, you are not sure how much of it you can take. 

Bent on shaky knees with Henry's hands spreading your cheeks, he owns and stretches you beyond your limits. The warmth of his seed suffuses you from within, smooth and hot; it dwells in the sanctuary of your womb while he continues to grind and rock you back and forth with the might of his thrusts. 

Despite his fleeting climax, he is still hard and heavy inside you, fucking you raw while barbaric growls of delightful glee spur from his lips at the sight of his rich cream oozing from your searing flesh and coating his shaft.  

"I can't get enough of you," he utters breathlessly, squeezing the supple flesh of your curves. Nails biting into your flesh, he rams your body faster, thoroughly shaking the air out of your lungs. "I want to fuck you for hours, maybe even days." 

Your answer is a helpless wail, unable to form coherent words at the clenching of your lungs. With every profound stroke Henry delivers, your tender walls shudder, and the pleasure overwhelms you.

You are not sure how much you can take. 

And still, your canal envelops his girth with the honey-sweet need for more.

"That's right, angel, one more, one more for me," he mutters as he feels your cunt choking around his cock. His hand reaches for yours, fingers entangled at the sensation of your nearing rapture. The lewd sight of his cum trickling onto your thighs and clit makes him swell. 

He is so big, far too big than any man you ever had in your life. 

The way he stuffs you leaves you mindless, his ridged silky steel stroking every nerve inside until there is nothing but jittering jolts of pleasure cascading the seams of your core.

Sobbing with bliss, you fall apart, body succumbing to the tremoring waves of gold that flood every inch of your being. At the clutch of your cavern, Henry slams himself as deep as possible, following you into damnation right away. His delightful roar echoes through the bedroom’s naked walls while a rich sprout of milky cum unloads from his sac and fills you again.

The grasp of his hand around yours drenches your fingers with sweat. 

‘I’ll die of love…’ you muse, struggling to breathe. Bodies connected and throbbing with seething rage, the thought that he may harden again and fuck you once more sweeps over your erratic mind. But then he carefully pulls out and lets out a dry chuckle a the sight of the mess he left inside you.

His hand releases yours and glides over your behind. You prepare yourself for a possessive smack when his index finger slides between your aching petals and toys with the thick juices.

“Henry… I don’t think I can go again,” you plead while he gently pumps his finger and slips it out. Pressing a hand on your waist, he rolls you down to lie on your back and hovers above you, holding his fingertip over your mouth.

Your lips part with sheer obedience, letting your tongue out to taste him, while slipping into a trance at the dark crystals that spark his eyes. 

Perhaps he did put you under a spell as you find yourself unable to resist him. 

He hums with approval, delighted at your submission.

 “We’ve waited for so long to be together,” he retorts and pushes a knee between your legs to spread them open, “I don’t think I’ll be letting you rest tonight.” 

You mean to speak, but he dims your mouth with a velvety kiss. 

Drinking the resistance right off your lips, he sinks his waist between your thighs, forcing you apart and entering you once again. 

[sinner-as-saint]

Night Hours

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Run-through: Bucky wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep, and he knows you can help with that. 

Themes: fluff, smut

a/n: just a little something before i get started on my assignments ily. 

You sensed movement behind you. Followed by a strong, muscular arm circling around your waist and pulling you into a warm, taut chest. 

You waited, waited for the pair of soft lips. And eventually, they found their way to you; kissing your shoulder, along your neck, your jaw and behind your ear. You felt a warm, soft puff of air fanning the side of your face and you stirred, pushing your butt back into the warm body behind you. 

You heard a soft groan. “Are you awake, baby?” His sleepy voice asked, deep and chest rumbling as he spoke. 

Fuck, that voice itself was your undoing. It took you a few seconds to open your eyes and blink away the sleep and the first thing you noted was the way his fingers were slowly tracing imaginary shapes on your skin. You immediately knew where this was headed. 

“Bucky… it’s two in the morning.” You stated. 

He chuckled softly, leaning in closer to press a kiss on the shell of your ear. You shivered and he noticed. “So you are awake.” 

You couldn’t help but melt under his touch. “No, you woke me up. There’s a difference.” You were quick to reply. 

“Whatever. But now that you’re awake....” he trailed off as his hand lowered, and lowered until his fingers found themselves in between your legs again. 

Your body came alive instantly, recognizing his touch. Your back arched against him, pushing your butt more into him. Just a few hours ago, you both had fucked until you were worn out and now here he was - insatiable still. 

“Bucky…” You meant for it to come out as a reprimand but it came out as a pathetic moan. Behind you, Bucky chuckled again as he slowly, lazily pushed his knee in between your legs, separating them as his fingers explored your skin. 

“Hey,” he nipped at your shoulder. “I can’t sleep, and all I want is for my wife to give me some warmth and love, and attention, is it too much to ask?” He asked, lips brushing against your skin. 

You sighed, leaning more into his touch, your body betraying you by grinding your hips against his hand, urging him to give you more. “No it’s not…” Your voice was barely a whisper. 

He hummed. “That’s what I thought.” 

“Whatever. I’m too lazy to move though. Help yourself.” You murmured as you slumped back against him, wanting his touch more than anything but you were also tiptoeing on the fine line between fighting to stay awake and giving in to sleep. 

Oh. He was more than happy too. “Thank you, baby.” He kissed your ear again and parted your thighs even more as he pressed his naked lower body against yours, sliding his cock inside of you. He groaned once he slipped his cock all the way in and you whined in pleasure as he filled you up. 

You waited for him to move but he didn’t. Just the length and size of him stretching you deliciously. He was completely still, except for the delicate movement of his body as he breathed in and out. You, on the other hand, were desperately trying to get some friction. Just something, anything. 

You moved your hips forward a little bit, and then moved back, his cock sliding just an inch or two in and out of you as a result; making you moan shamelessly. You did that again, and again and despite it all, he refused to move. 

Your sleep was chased away by your desire by now, you were desperate. For him, his cock. A dark chuckle from him sent shivers down your spine. 

“Look at you, like a little kitten in heat. Desperately trying to fuck yourself on my cock.” Arrogant words, followed by a gentle kiss on your shoulder. You trembled. “Didn’t you say you were too lazy to move? What happened now?” You could hear the triumph in his voice. 

You should’ve known. Your husband and his wicked games. 

“Please…” You whined, knowing you couldn’t win this one. You needed him, bad. “Buck, please… I need you.” 

He cooed, mocking you. “Aww, are you begging for my cock, baby? At two in the morning?” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “You shameless, absolutely incorrigible and insatiable woman…” he teased as he licked along your neck, his hand moving gently in between your legs again; rubbing slow, deliberate circles around your throbbing clit. 

You were an absolute mess; his hands, his words, his cock - too much all once. You begged, please, please, please. And he chuckled at each one of your pleas, earning more and more out of you as he teased you until you were wide awake with nothing but filth on your mind. 

He still wasn’t moving, kept his cock snug inside of you. His self-control was something you admired. He could be desperately craving something, anything, but he would still find a way to have someone, anyone, offer it up to him on a platter as though he had been entitled to it for the moment he laid eyes on it, or even thought about it. Your husband’s power to take control was truly remarkable. 

And right now, even though he wanted you, he wanted you to want him even more. He wanted you to shamelessly beg for it. He needed to hear you begging him to fuck you however he desired. 

Your pleas were getting louder, and louder. 

He murmured, “Shh, baby. The guards are gonna think you’re in trouble…” he paused, smirking against your skin, “Or worse, they’re gonna know what an immoral woman you are, begging for my cock at two in the morning.” And you could hear the cockiness in his voice, because that was exactly what he wanted. To make it seem like you were the one who had desperately woken him up from deep slumber at two in the morning just because you were hungry for his cock. 

You let out a strained moan which sounded a lot like a growl, and Bucky was amused. “I hate you sometimes.” 

Your husband chuckled. “Is that so?” He found that rather funny. “Is that why you’re hopelessly trying to fuck yourself on my cock? Is that why my name is falling off your lips like a prayer? My God, you must loathe me entirely.” 

He moved just the tiniest bit and your face burned when you realized just how wantonly you had moaned for him. You whined and pushed back into him, unable to take it anymore. “Buck… baby, I’m- I need you. Please, please… I don’t care that it’s two in the morning, I need you to fuck me. Right now.” You sounded like you were on the verge of tears, which you might have been because you were frustrated. 

He chuckled, knowing he’s won. “Anything for you, my love. Anything.” 

Bucky grunted as he moved out of you, and in less than a few seconds he flipped you onto your front and lifted your hips up in the air. He slid inside of you again, effortlessly. And the two of you moaned in unison as he filled you up again, your walls already gripping him tightly as if they could hold him in if he tried to tease you again and leave you hanging. 

You swore as Bucky moved his hips against you, slipping in and out of you with ease. Soon, he was slamming into you; his movement animalistic and unrestrained. Gone was the Bucky who had just spent the past half an hour teasing you until it felt like you would lose your mind, this Bucky was relentless, taking what he wanted how he wanted it. 

“Buck…” You whined, trying to meet his thrusts but you gave up because you knew that would be futile. So you just let him pleasure you. Bucky slammed in and out of you continuously, moaning and grunting in the process. The tears finally fell as the pleasure became too much to handle; and you felt a familiar pressure forming in between your legs.

“You feel so good, baby…” Bucky murmured as he increased his pace; ramming into you mercilessly. Your thoughts were a mess yet again as you felt your vision getting blurry with each passing second. You squirmed in pleasure as both his hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him, hard, each time he filled you up.

His cock reaching all your sensitive spots, Bucky knew just what made you tick and he used them all to his advantage; rendering you completely open to him, in more ways than one. He fucked you, not bothering about the fact that both your moans and groans must have filled the house by now. 

He didn’t care, all he wanted was to make you scream his name as loud as possible. Simply because he could. He sped up, rocking his hips harder against your; his hand reached around to grab your throat gently. He squeezed gently, speeding up into you. You gripped the bed sheets as he pounded into you. 

Your walls constricted around him, hard enough to make him go faster. 

The closer he felt his release coming and the filthier his mouth got. “This pretty little cunt is mine. Mine, you hear me?” He spoke, almost growling and causing goosebumps to erupt all over your body. “I’m gonna wake you up in the middle of the night just to fuck you,...” he groaned at how his filthy words made you clench harder around him, “Because I can.” Bucky pounded into you harder than before; the sounds of your skin slapping one another resonated around the modest room. 

He took you higher, and higher, and higher until you felt more tears escape your eyes. “Baby…” you were breathless, unable to form coherent words as he fucked you silly. 

He knew what you meant. He always did. “Go on, baby. Cum for me.” 

You let the pressure build inside you, before simply letting go, unable to hold back anymore. More hot tears streamed down your face as Bucky kept pounding into you, your eyes rolled back and you moaned out loud as you came. He didn’t slow down as you felt your orgasm wash over you, chasing his own. 

He came with a loud groan, filling you up with his cum yet again. He remained still for a moment, feeling your creamy walls clench violently around him. 

His. All his. 

He gasped as he pressed you down on the bed before spooning you again, your bodies still connected. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he caught his breath. With his cock still buried in you, you could feel his racing heartbeat; both against your back and against your sensitive walls. 

He kissed your shoulder over and over again, finally pulling the covers over the two of you. You searched for his hand and placed your warm one on top of his, and he almost purred into your ear at the simple, affectionate gesture. 

“I’m sorry I woke you up, angel.” He murmured into your head. “I just… needed you. I’m sorry.” 

You smiled, allowing sleep to finally take over you. “It’s okay, baby. It’s okay, I love you.” You mumbled, “Now please get some sleep.”

[gudfornuthin]

Can’t Take My Eyes Off you (part 2)

Padawan! Obi-Wan Kenobi x padawan! reader (use of she/her pronouns)

You can read part one here.

A/N: thank you so much for the support on part one. I loved writing it and I loved writing this part even more. I have an idea of where I want to go with this so I may be turning this into a mini series :)

Obi-Wan strolls down the long corridor; pleased with his overall training that day. Luckily Master Qui-gon let him off easy for arriving later than expected. There was still one person he couldn’t get out of his mind; the girl. The way she held herself, how skilled she was, her smile. So bright and genuine. Obi-Wan wonders if she’s thinking about him. He shakes his head, the Jedi code beginning to overtake his mind. He shouldn’t be having these thoughts.

He continues walking and turns the corner, subconsciously heading towards the room he saw the girl in before. Maybe he’d catch another glimpse of her. Stopping by the room, he peaks through the entrance, finding it empty. He sighs, wishing he’d asked for her name.

“Y/N is not here,” a sharp voice sounds from behind him.

Obi-Wan turns back around, coming face to face with Master Botos, holding the same expression she had only hours ago.

“I’m sorry, who?” He questions.

Master Botos rolls her eyes, becoming impatient with the young padawan trying to play dumb. She could see right through it.

“My apprentice, the young girl you were gawking at this morning.” Obi-Wan winces at her tone. “I asked her to practice some more outside, the fresh air will do her some good.”

Master Botos stalks around Obi-Wan, walking into the room and glaring back at him.

“I suggest you do the same thing, young one. Alone. I would not want your mind to become… clouded with unnecessary emotions,” her words cut him like a knife, sending shivers down his spine.

She slams the door in his face, and he feels like he can finally breath again. Master Botos had always been a strict woman, making everyone aware of her authority, but Obi-Wan never truly experienced it first hand. He wasn’t planning to again.

Moving back, he carries on walking and eventually makes it outside. The name Master Botos had mentioned sticks with him. Y/N. He’s surprised by how he’d never heard of her before. Just the thought of her once more creates those forbidden feelings he desperately tries to oppress.

“Y/N,” Obi-Wan says her name out loud.

He smiles.

“Such a beautiful name.”

“That’s very sweet of you Obi-Wan, thank you.”

He freezes, the sound of another voice startling him. He turns and is met by a pair of bright eyes. The girl from earlier, who he now knows as Y/N, stands before him, smiling wide. Obi-Wan’s mind is blank, embarrassed that she overheard him and now unable to form a coherent sentence.

She saves him by speaking up again.

“It’s so nice to see you again, sorry we weren’t able to chat before. Master Botos doesn’t appreciate when my training is interrupted. Although I wish you’d have stayed.”

Obi-Wan is completely captivated by her. Realising she had stopped talking, he blinks and clears his throat.

“That’s quite alright, I was late for my own training anyways. You are very skilled if you don’t mind me saying. Pretty too,” his eyes go wide. He didn’t mean to say that last part aloud.

Y/N laughs, seeing the poor boys face turn red.

“Thank you, and thank you. You’re very pretty as well,” she jests. She did mean to say that last part aloud.

If Obi-Wan’s face wasn’t red enough already, it certainly was now. He dreads to think what his and the girl’s masters would say if they heard this conversation, but he didn’t care much. It was harmless.

“Do you want to practice with me?” Y/N asks him, talking out her lightsaber.

Obi-Wan nods, grabbing for his own lightsaber.

“I would love nothing more, dear,” the innocent pet name has Y/N blushing.

He’s pleased to have caused that reaction from her.

They begin sparring, completely oblivious to the pair of cold eyes watching them from a distance. Master Botos stands on a balcony, staring down at the young pair, smiling and laughing with each other. She rests her hands on her hips and turns to walk away. She couldn’t allow this ‘relationship’ to go any further.

[dorimena]

I seriously love Bakugou and Todoroki. Especially Bakugou in his tight winter costume in S5. And I love Dom reader and femdom more than a sub. Can I pleaseee request Todoroki or Bakugou where the reader is recording them playing with a vibrator or dildo but get overstimulated because they can't cum from the cock ring because it's their punishments since they forgot their anniversary so reader also forget to stop the toys even if they beg reader to stop in the camera.if you don't mind the request

I don’t mind~ May your sin be forgiven with this prayer (˘⌣˘人) This sounds really, really sexy, so I had a blast imagining and putting this into words.

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; bakugou katsuki & todoroki shoto

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 2.1k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, sex toys (dildo, vibrators, cockring), overstimulation, cam sex (recording), exhibitionism, semi-public, dom!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; balcony sex (?), threesome, whiny Bakugou, weeping Todoroki, punishment, orgasm denial, aged-up characters, Bakugou and Todoroki are both 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; Unravel Me by Sabrina Claudio and Fuck Love by XXXTENTACION ft. Trippie Reid somehow helped me piece this together. Sorry if there are any typos! It’s not proofread.

𝕯𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖇𝖑𝖊

“I-I-”

“W-we! We-”

You watch as both men struggle to speak, trying to ask for forgiveness, once again. It’s the fourth time this hour, the way Bakugou tries to open his mouth wide enough to not slur his words and Todoroki tries to correct Bakugou while keeping himself coherent.

It’s cute how the smartest guys in your life seem to fail miserably in having a decent human conversation

Well, you can’t blame them either, not with the way you keep toying around with the intensity of the vibrators taped to their dicks, cum drying on the toy enough to show anyone who looks up on the balcony that these two men, with such stature and muscles, are easily falling apart.

“Speak better, sweethearts. Can’t have you guys sounding so dumb on camera, right?”

Oh yeah, and you’re even recording them, in case anyone else would want to watch the rising proheros break.

You’re not actually going to show them to the public, but maybe to their friends. Maybe Kirishima would like to watch? Kaminari? Sero? Or maybe Iida? Midoriya?

Heck, the girls might even ask some day.

But you know what makes you curious about showing this video to their friends?

The way both Bakugou and Todoroki are presenting themselves beautifully, as if they’re pro porn stars saving the wanks rather than proheros saving the day.

It’s cute, how Bakugou’s puffing his muscular chest in the air as if they were the juiciest tits ever, which they are, and how Todoroki is somehow sensually humping the air with every buzz against his furious red tip.

Your eyes stay on the screen, making sure the lighting is entering nice enough to make it seem like they’re glowing, other than their post-orgasm glow.

How many times have they come by now?

“Babes, how many times have you cum?”

They both shake their heads.

Of course they wouldn’t know. They just take what they’re receiving. They’re making up for their mistake.

You still pout, tapping the touchable screen to even out the weird lighting as another cloud covers the sun, again.

Maybe giving their punishment out on the balcony wasn’t such a good idea.

As you look down to the floor below them, seeing the once growing puddle of cum slowly be pushed by the wind to trail off towards the side of the balcony, seeping through the small opening and probably dripping feets below is what keeps you positive, happy knowing people will eventually look up and wonder ‘what the fuck is going on?’

Well, either the drying cum gives away your dirty activities or it’s Todoroki’s wailing as an orgasm is ripped out of him forcibly.

Pity nothing comes from his tip, not since some time ago.

They both thought they deserve to cum and be satisfied?

Maybe you should’ve put the cock rings on them before making them come the first two times, but their reactions and frustration with how little some cum leaves or how their body reacts with the dry convulsions makes you giggle in pride.

Pretty babes.

“Todoroki, shut up. You’ll make the neighbors look over- oh! Oh, that’s what you want? I understand.”

And poor Todoroki is just shaking his head way too fast, enough to give him whiplash, but you just snicker as you reach over to a white box.

An unfamiliar white box.

Bakugou’s eyeing Todoroki in pity, wondering what the other will have to endure as he keeps trying to fight off his orgasm.

How he’s doing it, he has no clue. But god his dick hurts.

He’s been wanting to cum for the past 30 minutes, but with the way he resents this stupid cock ring, he’d rather not humilliate himself in front of you and figure out how else to please you.

Maybe he should offer to eat you out?

The way his body is super tense and his breathing is shallow doesn’t escape your attention, less how much pity is showing itself on his face as he shakes his face in disapproval with Todoroki’s recent dry orgasm.

Good thing you invested in this double dildo.

Neither of the boys take notice with how you’re lubing the dildo that looks like it’d belong to you. It’s quite pretty, long and thick enough to hopefully please your boys.

Even if they won’t get to cum.

“Bakugou,” you start, smiling as you watch his once bright eyes suddenly darken as shock takes over his face.

What the

“Fuck is that?!” He yells out, accidentally letting his body relax as it finally submits to the vibrations of the toy, his yell turning into an unbroken series of high-pitched moans, his hips losing control with how incredibly close he is.

“A double dildo, baby. Look! It even looks like if I’d be fucking you two, isn’t that fun?”

Bakugou shakes his head, gasping ‘no, no, no!’ before he falls forward, balancing himself with his palms as he sobs through his first dry orgasm. Maybe he shouldn’t have held back for so long, not with the way his body unforgivably goes through waves of pure unsatisfied pleasure.

Todoroki, meanwhile, is nodding eagerly, eyes welling up in happy tears at the idea of getting fucked, in getting more pleasure and love from you, even if this is meant to be punishment.

But, why are you exposing them like this?

They forgot your anniversary.

Your 3rd anniversary as a throuple, the anniversary Bakugou swallowed his bite and pride to confess to you how much he loves you and how he’s falling in love with Todoroki too; the anniversary Todoroki finally let loose the dam of emotions and even if a bit tipsy, agreed he too was falling in love with both you and Bakugou, how he hasn’t ever felt so understood, so loved, so safe.

So, yeah, how dare they forget?

But if they wanna be dumb, you’ll help with that.

It’s been a while now since you’ve turned off the vibrators and since you’ve prepped them well enough to take the dildo together.

The scene in front of you is gorgeous, ethereal, sublime.

You just want to ruin them like this everyday.

“Aagh! Ugh! F-fuck! Sl-slow do-own! Haaah~”

“S-sorry! ‘m s-sorry! Ca-an’t! Nnah…”

It’s cute watching them argue a bit, how Bakugou can’t take how fast Todoroki is fucking himself back on the dildo while also pushing the toy deeper into Bakugou. And Todoroki doesn’t actually look sorry, not with how his eyes keep crossing everytime he manages to get the toy to hit his sweet spot.

He’s trying so hard to win your forgiveness by putting up with this, but it’s kind of sad knowing you’re not going to stop anytime soon, or take off the cockrings.

Not like they know anyways.

Bakugou might’ve known, might’ve noticed, with the way he’s trying to keep this dragging as slow and steady as possible; with the way his precum is struggling to escape the confines the cockring gives; with how much his red and miserably hard dick keeps jumping with every push Todoroki’s ass gives him.

You’re lounging about, resisting the urge to get off to the scene in front of you, or else they’d start begging to let them please you as apologies, and knowing how sentimental this day is for you, you know you’d immediately give in.

But this is punishment for their forgetfulness.

So, as the cherry on top of this cum covered balcony sex sundae, you’ll also forget about them.

It lasted for a while as you got bored with how neither of them seemed to be reaching another orgasm.

If only the dildo had a vibration option.

But the vibrators still taped on their dicks will have to do.

So you turn them back on, and oh would you look at that! The cockrings could also vibrate.

The pleasure-filled scream coming from Bakugou and the cute, drawled whine of your name Todoroki lets out makes you feel grateful for thinking ahead, kinda.

Now both boys are writhing against each other, different ways to let out their desperations and dying need to properly cum manifesting in either rapid fucking on the dildo to simply submitting to the minstruations of the other party.

To put it in better, shorter words, Bakugou took the reigns in fucking the dildo in such rigor and strength that made Todoroki lay on his chest, ass still up as he simply took everything Bakugou kept pushing into him, mouth opened as hiccups and drool escaped. His eyes settle onto your form, watering as more tears gather on his waterline before dropping to the ground his face is resting on.

It feels so good, so, so good he can’t believe this is punishment. Even if he hasn’t been able to properly cum for some time now, he still thinks you’re being nice with them. Must be because of the anniversary that you sadly reminded them of.

He’s trying his best to push back on the dildo, wanting Bakugou to feel just as good as him, just as fucked as him.

And everytime the toy hits him just right, Todoroki sees stars, feels an all too familiar tingly sensation as he tries to grab his dick, but when you turn the vibrator up even more, his hands just lay on the ground, nails raking as he tries gripping on something, anything.

He really, really, really needs to cum. He wants to cum.

Keep being a good boy for you.

But all he gets is a choked sob of your name leaving his mouth as his eyes roll to the back of his head, eyebrows furrowed upwards as the strongest orgasm takes over his body, he’d be convinced there’s an earthquake happening. Small whimpers of how much it hurts leaves his mouth soon after, his dick twitching pathetically as it slowly becomes purple, barely a dribble of cum managing to escape.

Bakugou is in no good shape either, loudly moaning and crying out how good you’re fucking him, how he’s taking your cock, how good he is being, to please, please, please let him cum.

But actually cum, to let him contaminate the floor even more with his sperm, to let him taste it even, if that would make you happy and forgive him.

He’s close to wailing by now, hips going impossible faster as he forgets all about poor Todoroki riding out his high.

And the moment you turn on the vibrators intensity, he gets dizzy, breath getting stuck in his throat as his brain tries to process the spiraling of his warm, hot orgasm growing too much, burning him everywhere as if it were lava.

Small sparks sound on his fingertips as he howls and gets hurled into his own orgasm, back arching and head thrown back as his eyes roll to the back of his head.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling down his cheeks, not with how his mind only cares about how good yet bad this orgasm feels.

Not even how loud his high-pitched wails of how good it feels, how much it hurts, is enough to alarm anyone near the radius of this defiling act.

Both boys are left shuddering or twitching through their intense dry orgasm, the way their bodies react with the built up cum in their dicks, with how hot and how wreckless they’re becoming with their quirks.

Still connected with the dildo, neither move, unless it’s some pathetic hump to help drag the orgasm a little more before they try to even remember what letter your name begins with.

Bakugou’s whimpering.

Todoroki’s crying silently.

Both blinking the haze out of their vision as they remember about the buzzing, about the relentless feeling on their really, really sensitive dicks.

Bakugou’s crying now.

Todoroki’s just busy mewling like a slut by now.

And when they both turn to look at you, they gasp so loudly one of them begins choking on air and the other with saliva.

Where’d you go?!

Come back!

And ‘come back’ and ‘forgive us’ is the only thing anyone could possibly hear for the next few hours as they fuck the dildo and let the vibrators do their job in milking more and more orgasms out of them.

If only they’d look closer, they would’ve seen a post-it note stuck on the tripod of the camera telling them you went to the kitchen and that they better come crawling.

Oh well, you’re enjoying the view anyways as you sip on some liquor of your liking, turning off the vibrators as you slowly walk to the balcony.

The sun’s beginning to set. You’re not that cruel in letting them fuck each other in the cold.

The bedroom is much better, and comfier.

Perfect for you to finish the job and let them finally, finally, get their deserving orgasms.

You’ll be sure to milk out

Every.

Single.

Drop.

[lostinthe-jojos]

❥@haitanis-sugarbaby requested: Takeomi and Wakasa reacting to their s/o telling them they're pregnant?

Tagging @kallikrein

Takeomi

You were pacing around the street, waiting for the hospital to give you back your results. You were drinking some hot chocolate, trying to calm your nerves, but it barely worked. Before you could realize, you were heading to a pharmacy.

Fucking hospital's too slow. You thought as you paid for your purchase and asked to use their bathroom.

The lady at the pharmacy smiled at you, feeling your nervousness and sharing it. She guided you to the bathroom and wished you good luck.

When you walked out of the bathroom with a bright smile on your face, she smiled back at you and congratulated you. You were so happy you could almost hug this kind stranger. Almost.

Now more at peace with yourself, you waited those remaining few minutes for the hospital to call you back to pick up your results.

Only one hour later, you were in front of the building you knew your husband had a meeting at. You took a deep breath and held the small lavender colored box closer to your chest one last time before shoving it inside your bag. Upon opening the doors, you almost bumped into Sanzu and Rindou.

"Where's my husband, Pink Panther?"

Sanzu rolled his eyes at the stupid nickname while Rindou snorted.

"What do you want him for?"

"The fuck do you care, where is he?"

Sanzu stared at you, without saying a word. You two were never on the best of terms, especially since you had beaten him back you were younger.

"As useful as ever, Princess Bubblegum," you said and turned to Rindou, "be a sweetheart and tell me where can I find Takeomi?"

"5th floor, second door. Should finish his meeting in five," he responded.

"Thanks, babe," you said and lowered his face to kiss his cheek. He had always been like a little brother to you.

As the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, you could feel your heart beating faster than ever. You could barely hide the smile on your face and decided to take a few moments before knocking on the door after you made sure the boring looking businessman they had the meeting with had left.

"Come in," Mikey's voice said.

You didn't care at this point if the all the Bonten executives where inside, you just wanted to tell the news to your husband.

You opened the door and, just as you thought, found almost the entirety of Bonten inside the room.

"Y/N," Ran said, and the rest of the men lifted their eyes to look at you, either waving at you or nodding, to let you know they had acknowledged your presence.

"Is everything okay, Y/N?" Takeomi said, walking to you. Once he was in front of you, he gently held your face in his rough hands, caressing your cheeks.

"You tell me," you said and gave him the lavender colored box.

He looked at you— and his partners observed the scene with curiosity, not bothering with seeming discreet— and raised an eyebrow before opening the box, revealing your pregnancy test and lab results.

"Is this for real?" He asked you with a wide smile and you nodded enthusiastically, too exhilarated to form any coherent words.

Still holding the small box, he hugged you tight and lifted you off the ground, spinning you and letting out a loud laughter.

The other men in the room stared at the two of you, waiting for an explanation of some kind. Ran even thought of grabbing the mysterious box from Takeomi's hands himself.

"We're having a baby!" You announced to everyone in the room to hear.

Wakasa

Your boyfriend and you had talked about the possibility of having children a few times, but never actually acted on it.

You knew he liked the idea, of having a family with you and of having children. But now that it seemed like it could be a reality, you felt scared. This wasn't planned. What if he didn't want to have it?

On the other hand, you knew he loved you and you could clearly picture the dreamy look in his eyes whenever you talked about your future and having kids. It would all be alright.

Even if he didn't want the kid, in case you were actually pregnant, you could manage yourself on your own. You were sure you could count on your closest friends too. Hell, even Keizo would be down to give you a hand whenever you'd needed it.

Five minutes never felt to so long.

You gulped and looked at the white and blue stick.

You closed your eyes, trying to clear your head when you heard the timer going off.

Positive.

All the doubts you had disappeared and knew you had to tell him as soon as you saw him.

You considered doing some sort of elaborate reveal but settled for ordering some takeout from your favorite place and you'd tell him in a cozy, comfortable setting. You wanted it to be intimate, slightly different from your usual nights so he could tell something was going on, but not so different that he would ask right away.

When he arrived, the soft smell of aromatic candles hit his nose, followed by the smell of food. He found you in the living room, curled up into a ball as you scrolled through your phone.

He sneaked behind you, and just as he was leaning down to hug you, you pulled him down and over the couch, using all your strength. His body landed on the couch with a thud and his head landed in your lap.

"You can't sneak on me, White Panther," you said with a smile before leaning down to kiss his nose.

A bubbly feeling filled his chest, making him feel all warm on the inside.

"Guess I can't anymore," he said, feeling proud of calling you his lover, his partner, his soulmate. You were so perfect in his eyes.

"I'm starving, princess," he said.

"Good, dinner's already here," you said and both of you got up and went to the kitchen.

The two of you grabbed the boxes with food and some plates to eat while watching a series you had just started the previous night.

"God, when we have a kid promise me we won't dress them like that," he said, talking about the victorian-looking outfit the child on screen was wearing.

"Deal," you said, "better start looking for clothes now, then"

He looked at you, dumbfounded and speechless. He knew there was something you wanted to tell him from the moment he walked inside your shared apartment.

"You mean...?"

You smiled and nodded.

Tears threatened to spill from his beautiful eyes. He smiled and engulfed you in a hug.

"We're having a baby?"

"We're having a baby"

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[realcube]

TAMAKI AMAJIKI X READER SMUT

content warning ♡ praise, ‘bunny’, bondage (just wrists), reader has a vagina, slapping & cockwarming 

“bunny~” tamaki groaned, his head tossed back with his mouth hanging wide open. “pr-promise no one will ever fuck you like this — mmh — besides me..” 

he was surprisingly coherent for someone who’s mind was clouded with lewd thoughts and a mist of pleasure. his teary eyes were fixated on the way your thighs twitched as he ploughed into you, and how your wrists struggled against the rope constraints he had tied behind your back. 

the feeling of his cock ramming against yours walls left you a moaning mess underneath him, drool threatening to slip from the corner of your lips that were currently being pressed against the soft cotton of his pillow. he had truly fucked you dumb so you wanted nothing more than to break free form your restraints and suck him off until he was whining and begging you to let him cum. 

although, he clearly failed to notice that since he continued to plead, “please!” you felt his grip on your waist tighten, his nail digging in hard, sure to leave marks but perhaps that was his intention. “y-you’re mine, right? so say it!” just a few hours ago you had been giving tamaki endless reassurance that you were his and how you wanted everyone to know that, but now that he was actually asking you to say it one more time, why were you so opposed? 

your toes curled at tamaki’s new-found dominance and commands, your throat running dry and only able to produce a light moan in response. you enjoyed the way he pounded into you relentlessly far too much to deny his request, you wanted nothing more than for him to allow you to finally cum around his length. 

but you enjoyed teasing him the slightest bit more.

“untie me, baby.” you whined, legs giving out as you concentrated most of your energy on forming a somewhat-understandable statement as he continued to drive you closer to your high with his sharp thrusts, adorable groans and hushed praised fuelling your pride. 

it was a shame that tamaki couldn’t see your erotic facial expressions since your face was buried into his pillow, but his regrets faded as a hot blush erupted on his features at the nickname and he captured his bottom lip between this teeth, reminded of the fortunate fact that you couldn’t see his embarrassing state.

he couldn’t help but grimace, his gaze dropping onto your body writhing from both the ropes and his cock tearing up your insides, inhaling sharply as he felt himself rapidly approaching his high but balling his hand into a fist as he desperately tried to hold it off.

“no, bunny. y-you know why i put you in those. you’re handsy.” he grunted, shaking his head and leaning forward in order to kiss marks onto your neck, his cold hair tickling your back and causing you to jut your hips out against his dick suddenly. in that moment, it was as if all the blood in his body rushed to his head and without thinking, he planted an harsh slap against the side of your thigh, “don’t do that.” he said in a low, sinister voice, his brows knitting together in anger. 

you gasped at the sudden impact, shocked that he would do such a thing but even more shocked that it actually aroused you, and tamaki could tell too from the way your cunt fluttered around his throbbing cock, urging him closer to his orgasm. 

from the way his breath became frantic and his grip of your waist tightened, you could tell he was close and of course you were going to take advantage of this. all you wanted was to take his pretty cock in your palms and suck him off, treat him to the blowjob of a lifetime and leave him quivering, sensitive to your touch. 

and you knew exactly how to do it.

“tama!” you squealed, eagerly thrusting your hips back against his dick, doing exactly what he told you not to do, hence receiving a brief glare from your boyfriend until his eyes rolled back in his head at the feel of your cunt stretching so nicely for him. “only you can make me feel so good, tamaki..”

upon hearing his name rolls off your tongue with such beautifully explicit undertones, he came on the spot. accompanied by his harmonious moan which resulted in you climaxing shortly after. 

shooting his load into you was relaxing to say the least. to the point where he felt his legs give out from underneath him so he allowed himself to fall onto your equally shivering figure sprawled across the bed. however, his dick remained inside you, simply still in his own release as he breathed into your hair, “ah, (y/n). you’re so good to me.”

you didn’t reply; rather you lay frozen underneath him, still coming down from your high — which he could tell by your faint mewls — and once you did finally come down to earth, you allowed him to keep his dick buried inside you. not willing to break the perfect atmosphere. 

[scaramoucheslove]

PLEASE expand more on that Zhongli brat tamer thing you posted 🥺

Brat Tamer! Zhongli x Brat!Reader (GN)

Listen to me

What to expect: Spanking, Size kink?(a bit), Choking, Teasing in public, Getting called “whore” once I swear, Zhongli as ur god, fingering? lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: AAA BRAT TAMER ZHONGLI NEEDS MORE APPRECIATION </33

(also im so sorry if this is shit even tho i spent so much time writing it?? hurr i apologize and i tried to make it as gn as possible! <33)

Zhongli loves an obedient sub that listens to him and obey his rules. You, were the perfect little baby for him. You were his obedient, perfect little baby. Sure, you’ve been accidentally bad a couple times here and there. But imagine if someday, you were curious enough to see what’s it like to test his limit. So, when you were acting out of the ordinary, of course he’d be suspicious.

It all started when you both woke up. He’d always wake up first, usually drinking tea at the dinner table and you’d always greet him. But today, you felt a little braver than usual and decided to just ignore him and went ahead to the kitchen to grab your breakfast. He raised his brow, but thought nothing much of it. You put your plate on the table and played with your phone while eating your food.

Zhongli cleared his throat, causing you to look at him with a confused look on your face. “Good morning” he said with a smile, a fake one if I may add. You ignored him and continued to play your phone and eat your food. You could see his smile fade away in the corner of your eye. “I expect a response, no?” you looked at him, and his expression seems blank. “Uh, morning?” you answered blankly before continuing to ignore him. He sighs in defeat, standing up to prepare a hot shower to cool him off.

Zhongli said he’ll be meeting up with a few people for a while, and of course you being you, decided to tag along. You were confused on what to wear—until you remembered your little plan to push his buttons. You smirked at yourself before thinking. You had an idea. You put on the most revealing clothes you’ve ever worn out in public just to mess with him. Once you were done getting ready, he doesn’t say a single word. His gaze was enough to make a person tremble, thus why you were averting his eyes the whole time. He simply grabs your hands and wrapped it around his and said nothing more than a simple “Let’s go.”

You finally arrived at the Teahouse after quite some time. The moment you two opened the door, all eyes were on you. You looked absolutely stunning. Your looks may even be enough to tempt a god. Zhongli clearly tried to ignore the situation and dragged you to the back and seated you both at the corner of the Teahouse.

The meeting overall was boring. Although it was pretty boring, you had to admit that hearing people talking about Morax and acting as if they know more than Morax himself was kind of funny. You yawned in boredom and continued to look around before your eyes landed to your boyfriend’s figure that was sitting right beside you. His eyes that are completely focused, the way he talks, and the way his tall figure is sitting straight, asserting dominance through small, simple things. You couldn’t help but feel excited just by looking at him. Your excitement caused you to land your hand on your boyfriend’s thighs as he was listening to some people talking and discussing about the geo archon. He looked at you, confused and you gave him a small, sweet innocent smile, in which he returned.

But what he didn’t expect was for your hand to go higher and higher, until he realized that your hand was basically almost touching his dick. Before you could do anything further, he slapped your hand away and came closer to your ear to whisper, “Behave.” That action alone caused you to shiver and it tempted you even more. Biting your lower lip, you decided to wait for the right moment. After everyone was done talking and discussing, they asked for Zhongli’s opinion. And just right before he gets the chance to talk, you took the chance and managed to place your hand between his pants without raising any suspicions. He flinched slightly, earning worried looks from other people and workers. “My apologies, I thought I saw something.” He said as he kept his composure. And surprisingly enough, they believed him. Thank god you were seated in the corner so that no one could see what was actually happening between the two of you. You palmed him through his pants slowly as he explained about his opinion. You could hear the slight shake on his voice and clearing his throat way more than he normally does, even though he looked completely focused and well composed. “Mr. Zhongli? Are you feeling alright?” someone said in which he responded with a slight nod, and a pinch to your thighs as a warning. You gasped quietly in surprise and stopped your ministrations before looking at him. His stare was menacing, daring you to make another move. In which you responded by looking the other way and pouting as you rest your hands that was palming him a few seconds ago on the table.

The trip back home was silent. You didn’t dare utter a word, not after all that. You looked fine and chill on the outside, But inside? You were trembling. Was it really a good idea to make your god angry? Is it even worth it? Your thoughts were racing as you asked yourself. But there was no turning back.

You walked inside the house slowly, trying to keep calm and collected. You knew you were in deep trouble the moment he shuts the door with a slam. You saw a glimpse of his beautiful, black hair with a gradient, glowing, neon orange color near the ends of his hair, which usually occurred where he’s focused like in battles, or if he’s really pissed. You didn’t really want to test him any further, so you just decided to follow his next commands and obey him. “What has gotten into you?” He asked, voice demanding for an answer. You turned to him, looking to the ground instead while fiddling your hands. He clicked his tongue and forcefully held your chin so you were met with his amber colored eyes. “Talk” He demanded. You were unable to form coherent words and ended up stuttering on your words. He shakes his head in disapproval and practically dragged you into the bedroom.

He lets you go once you’ve both reached your shared bedroom. You watched as he sat himself on the edge of the bed, looking down and letting out a sigh. The moment his eyes met yours, you immediately looked down, not prepared for his eyes to pierce through you so sudden.

“Strip.” He said lowly. Calmly. But you knew him. It’s always the calm before the storm. You stood there, silently, not moving in the slightest. You could feel the tension in the room. He was disappointed. Of course he was! He had all the reasons to be. He walked towards you slowly, observing the outfit you wore. One of his gloved hand stroking it smoothly as his other hand gripped your jaw gently and made you look into his eyes. “Tsk, I have given you such a simple task. But I know you humans simply cannot do anything yourselves.” He practically spat as he tore your clothes off with both hands. Your eyes widened, mouth slightly opened and you froze due to shock as he chuckled at your reaction.

His two hands grabbed you by the shoulders and threw you onto the bed roughly, a contrast to his gentle grip on your jaw earlier. You continued to freeze in your place and he took the chance to pin both your hands with one of his, as his big and strong body kept your smaller one caged. You tried to get out of his grip. But it was no use. No matter how much you try, he will always overpower you.

“Tell me, love. Were you being a brat on purpose?” He asked you with a teasing tone on his voice. You closed your eyes and gave up, exhaling the breath you didn't notice you've been holding while nodding your head slowly in shame and embarrassment. He chuckled lowly as he lets both of your hand go and flipped you over. You yelped in surprise as he positioned himself so that your stomach was on his lap and he places his hand to rub gently on your ass.

You cried out, “Zhongli please I’m sorry-“ “Now, now. It’ll hurt a bit. But you mortals really need to be taught a lesson to know their place.” He says as one of his hand stroked your hair and the other continued to move gentle motions on your ass. “Zhongli pleas-“ Smack. A loud noise echoed across the room as you jolted forward and you felt your eyes beginning to water. “Can you just listen to me, brat?” his voice sounded clearly annoyed. The room was quiet for a while, until he broke the silence. “Stay silent and take it like the good pet I know you are.”

The sound of your cries and sniffles could be heard in the rather silent room. You were sobbing, hands starting to go numb as you gripped them onto the bedsheets, your ass sore and red from all the painful and harsh smacks Zhongli has delivered. You were trembling. It felt like hours since he started and it never seemed to end. He eventually stopped and started caressing the spots he had abused minutes before. “I’m sorry my love, but If I don’t do this then… you’ll never learn from your mistakes.” He explained. You were still sobbing, but a part of you was relieved that it was over.

He got you off his lap and laid you down carefully onto the bed as you finally closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. That is until you feel a hand tracing your back and onto your underwear. You felt him come closer as he whispered in your ear “Seems like someone got excited. Well, it isn’t really a punishment if you enjoyed it. Don’t you agree?” you can feel his hot breath fanning your ear.

He flipped you over, your back now facing the bed. You hissed slightly at the sting because your ass still hurts from his ministrations. He gently spread both of your legs apart as he sat himself in between your now-parted thighs and pulled your underwear down, in which he threw across the room. You tried to cover yourself up but again, it was no use. You were now exposed for him and his eyes to devour. “But I’ll have to admit, seeing you in that revealing outfit where everyone can see really makes me…” he paused as he searched for the right word before continuing. “Jealous.” You prayed to the archons to make it out alive before answering him. “Oh? M-maybe you’re just mad they can probably fuck me better than you.” You’ve done it. You took back what you said about obeying him, but at the wrong time. “Getting brave now, are we? How ironic for someone who cried over a punishment moments ago.” he bitterly chuckles. “Well then, we’ll just have to see how hard I’ll break you tonight.”

He took off his gloves and immediately gathered some of your wetness on his fingers, combining it with the drool he managed to get at the corners of your mouth. He wastes no time as he inserts one finger into your needy hole. You gasped and held onto the bedsheets once more, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. God, his fingers were long. You can feel him filling you up as he kept pistoning one finger in and out of you. But then you started to whine for more. For him to fill you up more. “Humans are indeed greedy, but you’re my greedy little human, aren’t you whore?” you scrambled over your words before he used his free hand to wrap it around your throat and tightening his hold around it. “Answer.” He stopped moving completely and you whined as you finally managed to answer. “Y-yes!” “Yes what?” “Yes, my lord.”