#solo smut

[thee-horny-thicky]

Savior

So, a few weeks ago @polariae gave me a fantastic story idea! The whole thing can be found on my AO3, but here's a snippet from it, featuring Geto having some ✨alone time✨

Suguru didn’t believe in love at first sight. No matter how strong your feelings may seem, it was impossible to fall in love with a stranger. He did, however, believe that lust had no time frame. You could see a stranger walking down the street and feel lust toward them, without a word ever being spoken. Because, unlike love, lust was based purely on physical attraction. And he knew for a fact that he was lusting after you.

Hard.

After just 24 hours in your presence, he was undeniably intrigued by you. You were a strong, pretty little thing, that was simultaneously meek and assertive. And your body…

The feel of your soft skin hadn’t left his mind since he bathed you, nor had the glimpses of your nude figure. He’d made good on his promise not to peek, but the water could only conceal so much.

The sight of you in his T-shirt and shorts had driven Suguru wild and made the long walk to Nagoya tortuous. The city had millions of people, allowing you all to blend in with the crowd, and was far enough away from the Jujutsu strongholds of Kyoto and Tokyo. He’d kept a straight face, but knowing you were wearing his clothes, which still had his lingering scent made a sense of possessiveness invade him. He barely knew you, but that hadn’t stopped him from being satisfied, or admiring how well you wore his garments.

By the time you all stumbled upon a motel on the edge of Nagoya, he was painfully hard. If it wasn’t for his oversized shirt, the tent his dick had created in his sweatpants surely would’ve been visible.

Being the gentleman he was, he allowed you and the girls to freshen up first. But when you came out of the shower in nothing but a towel, he’d nearly come undone on the spot. At record speed, he hurried to the bathroom, barely remembering to grab himself a towel.

Freezing water cascaded from the showerhead and onto his body, but it did nothing to halt his arousal. Even as he began to shiver, his hard-on remained, giving him no choice but to take care of the problem.

Suguru bit his lip to stifle the moan that wanted to escape as he stroked his cock. One hand was resting against the tiled wall of the shower, while the other was tugging at himself. His hair was down and plastered to his skin, obscuring the edges of his vision.

His eyes were slammed shut, and his breathing grew hollow as he imagined your hands instead of his. It might’ve been the result of his recent dry spell, but he was already dreaming of all the positions he’d put you in. He was sure you were untouched, and the thought of teaching you – corrupting you – only made him harder.

His hand quickened as he pictured you laying beneath him, your hair sprawled onto the pillow, your knees touching your shoulders as he pounded into you. He knew that your fucked-out expression would be delectable, and the sounds you’d make would make his thrusts more frenzied.

A groan left him at the thought of filling you up and watching his cum drip out of you, marking you from the inside. You’d feel so good, he wagered, that pulling out would be an impossible task.

He began to jerk his cock faster, his other hand wandering to his heavy, cum-filled balls as his core began to tremble. His breath grew shakier, and soon, his hand and the shower wall were covered in his seed.

With a sigh, he removed the showerhead and let the water clean up the evidence of his carnal desire. Even when he began to scrub his body, the erotic image he’d conjured of you stuck in his head. He couldn’t wait to find out how accurate it was.

A/N: It was so hard to pick a color for this man, so I just chose the gold and yellow of his robe as the text colors 😭

[georgiapeach30513]

Kinktober 2022, Day 7: Grooming

My Pet.  Mine.  Forever.

Summary:  Solo will make you perfect for him

Pairings:  Napoleon Solo X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, D/s dynamics, collar, teasing, degradation, dumbification, fingering, cuffs, praise kink, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.3K

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You look up at your professor as he continues his lecture, his bright blue eyes looking around the room, but always ending on you. Seeing the slight quiver of his mouth as he tries not to smile at you. His eyes roaming back around the room. He could try to deny it all he wanted, but he had mesmerized you.

He was extremely attractive, but there was something about the way he always found your gaze. How he would make an excuse to walk past you, his arm grazing along your skin. Even the way he would ask you to hang back after class so he could discuss your paper. His large body always looming over you, while you couldn’t think properly with his expensive Tom Ford cologne. He was intoxicating.

Sexy didn’t even describe Professor Solo. His pores wept of pure raw sex. Walking past your desk, to stand beside you. His hand clamping down on your shoulder while he continued his speech. The low timbre of his voice going straight to your core. You were always a sloppy mess in here. Ruining your panties every time he opened your mouth.

“I hope you guys have a great spring break. Papers will be due when you get back,” the class groans, but he grips tighter to your shoulder, and you sit stoically. “It’s been a semester long paper. Had you decided to work on it before now, you would have your entire spring break. Class dismissed,” he says, releasing your arm.

Solo says your name softly, leaning over your body, “Please, stay after class. I have something I need to discuss.”

The class leaves, while you sit, waiting patiently until the last student leaves. He walks calmly over to the door, and closes it. This time, turning the lock, before he walks back to where you're sitting. Opting to sit on the desk in front of you.  Raised up higher than you, and making you feel even smaller. A perfect view of your cleavage. He knew you were trying to get his attention. But you had it a long time ago. A young girl, eager to please, and very responsive to praise. He wanted you. Wanted to own you, and you were making it oh so very easy.

He whispers your name again, before holding out a paper, “I went over this, and I’m glad you didn’t turn it in as your final draft. You do better work than this,” he gulps when you play with that ever present choker around your neck. He knows exactly what would look better. “You’re better than this.”

“I, uh…I just, um…”

“Speak up. You need to say exactly what it is you mean.”

“I just,” you start taking a deep breath, and he gives you a warm smile, “I was needing some extra help on it. Like…extra curricular help?”

He gives you a smirk, and you bow your head in shame. Your blood pulsing through every part of your body, maybe you had misread all the signals he was giving you. You had crossed a line with your professor, and now you were just humiliated. “Look at me,” you look back up at him, and his hand goes to cup your cheek. Your mouth automatically opens, ready to be stuffed with his thumb.

“Oh, you are a sweet little Pet, hmm?” The praise goes straight to your core, as your cunt clenches around nothing. “You have done so well this semester. I was hoping eventually your dumb baby brain would pick up on everything. Close your mouth,” you close it immediately. Eyes moving to his crotch, and you preen at the sight of his swollen slacks.

Handing over your paper, he nods at you, “I’m sure that page three will help you with what you’re needing. Only take that advice, if you’re ready to indulge me. It’s an intense paper I know, but it’s so rewarding. You may go. Enjoy your break.”

You give him a pout, but stand, walking out of the room, and it isn’t until you flip to page three, that he gave you his address on a sticky note. You didn’t care how intense he was, you were ready to have him more than just for a teacher.

“You wanted my attention, you got it,” Solo says as he looks your body up and down. You had come prepared. Such a needy little thing. He knew that he was making you weak in class, by every bite of your pen, every switching of your legs, the squeezing of your thighs, the trembling and even whimpering when he touched you. You were weak for him, and that’s just how he wanted you.

Ready to do whatever his sick and twisted mind wanted. And all he wanted was a pretty little pet to dress up and play with. His large body walks around yours, and your gaze turns to the floor below. “Kneel,” without hesitation you get to your knees, still too scared to look up at him. “How will I know that you are mine even when we’re out in the open?”

“Sir?”

“I just want an outward sign that you are mine. My Pet.”

Your tongue darts out of your mouth, and you lick your lips slowly, “Your pet?” He gives a single nod, and you go weak. Body twitching around, “So you would use me as your toy?”

“Of course. Show my authority to you, and you take it like the bitch in heat you are,” audibly you whimper, and his cock twitches. You were perfect. It had taken most of the semester, but he took his time relishing in your obedience.

“A collar?”

“I was hoping you would say that. A collar for here, but a beautiful necklace out there,” he points towards the door, and you follow his finger, giving him a nod. He pulls out a necklace, holding it up, when you spot the Greek letters on there. “Alpha Kappa Omega.”

“I thought that was a myth,” you gulp looking up at him. You were too far gone, but you had heard of that fraternity.  That brotherhood.  An almost secret society.  Had heard the rumblings of the Professor, the Coordinator, it was the very man that stood before you.

“No, sweetheart. It’s very real. Would you want to be with one the founders?”

“I’m…I’m your Omega?”

“You are. I’m your Alpha, and I captured you, didn’t I?” you nod your head, looking up at the beautiful necklace. It looked innocent enough, but it held a secret on it. The most elite of secret societies, and he wanted you as his.

“Please, sir,” switching the necklace for a black leather collar instead, you were in his home after all. He walks behind you, cuffing your hands with leather as well, before ripping your dress, and pulling out your tits. Giving a sinister smile at the pebbled peaks.

“Just how wet are you? Stand up,” he gives a little chuckle as you try to right yourself up, but you finally make it. Spreading out your legs wide, and he finally touches you on your quivering cunt. Moaning at your slicked up folds, and he gives your swollen bundle of nerves a quick pinch. “You’re drenched.”

Grabbing a hold of your nipple, pulling it he guides you out of the foyer, and into the living room.

“On the couch. Ass up in the air, so I can see that pretty sloppy pussy,” with difficulty, you get to your knees. Your face smooshed on the cushion and ass in the air, and he sits down beside you. Grabbing up the remote, he mindlessly tries to find something to watch.  Completely ignoring your leaking cunt and desperate self.

Giving your glistening folds a quick look. He sinks his fingers into your waiting cunt. His finger slowly pumps into you, while he looks back at the tv. It was infuriating and humiliating for him to use you for his own pleasure, and still your whore hole just gets wetter. The idea of becoming his pet and play toy exciting you. “Does it feel good like this?” he asks, adding a second finger. You give him a satisfied moan, and nod your head.

“Or is this better?” adding his third finger, and you feel a slight sting.  But still he doesn’t look at how well you’re taking him.

“Much better.”

He could try to pretend he didn’t care, but his eyebrows raise with every sweet sound you make. “What is it that’s turning you on, My Pet? My fingers, the fact I’m not even looking at the way I have you stretched around them, or because I’m using you like the needy little slut you are? You don’t care how I touch you, as long as I just use you, hmm?”

“Yes, sir,” he presses his thumb against your clit, and you see stars. Your body twitches around, and he gives your ass a hard smack.

“You’re getting the fourth finger. Move again, and you get my whole fist. Just learn how to take it. Quit the whining,” you yelp at the added stretch, but remain still. Living in the moment of Solo having you like this. “I gotta prepare you for my fat cock. Or do you think you can take it? Wanna have tears streaming down your face because I haven’t prepared you? They always cry. They never last because it’s just too much for their pathetic little cunts. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You are already so much more obedient than the others.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Fuck,” he says looking over at your pussy swallowing four of his fingers. “Yeah, like that. I think she could take me. You’re going to be so sore tomorrow. Good thing we have all week to break her in,” he pulls out his hand, moaning at the string of your arousal that follows his retreating hand. “Oh, she’s good and juicy.”

Undoing his shirt, he slings it over the couch, and you finally get to see his chiseled body. Larger than any man you had ever been with. Thick sinewed lines of muscle. A luscious patch of hair leading straight to the prize you were ready to beg for. Slowly taking his pants off you watch that glorious cock pop up. He was thick. Massive even. Heavy with the prettiest vein that you wanted to follow with your tongue.

You had never taken anyone of his size, and even with your murmured voice and whining, he smiles, “Oh you’re gonna take it,” he wasn’t just thick, his length looked like he was going to be in your stomach. Rearranging your guts, and expecting you to thank him for it, “Get over here, and take it like a good Pet.”

“My hands.”

“You’ve desperately wanted my cock this whole semester, and being cuffed is going to keep you from it?”

“No, sir,” you whisper. Going to stand up, you straddle him. Hovering over his cock, you realize just how large and menacing it was.

With his hands tight on your hips, he guides you to that delicious cock, and helps you sink over it. A strained whine makes its way up your throat as your pussy burns at the stretch. Moving so slowly you feel every inch, every ridge, every vein, and every bit of him. He coaxes you down further, wanting you to take every bit of him, until your hole is gaping and tender.

Mewling when he finally settles somewhere in your stomach. Swearing you feel him all the way in your mouth. “Such a good Pet. Look at you taking every bit of me. It wasn’t that hard was it?” you shake your head no, and it falls forward to his shoulder. “Oh, it’s got this pitiful little sex puppy already fucked out. Do I need to use your body?”

“Please, sir.”

“You can’t even think, huh? So pitiful. Got you all stretched out, and you’ve gone dumb with that. I’m going to have so much fun with you, my sweet,” his hands lift you off of him, before letting gravity take over, and you scream up his name. “Little,” doing the motion again, you start to see stars. “Dumb,” another time has you gasping for air. “Puppy,” you wail. Head tilting to the ceiling where you repeat please over and over again.

“You want me to stop?” you shake your head no. “You’re gonna cum, and I have barely fucked you, huh?” He slams you over his length, and you’re thankful he can think. You feel blissed out, with very little effort. It would take a long time to adjust to his cock. Months before your pussy was molded to him. But you would do it.  It would be your greatest honor.

“It’s yours,” you mumble, your words slurring as pleasure ripples through your veins.

“Oh, I know. You’re gonna let me do whatever I want, hmm?”

“Yes, sir. Whatever you want,” with a maniacal chuckle, he goes on a rampage. Fucking your body over him, and leaving your a writhing mess. Feeling so stuffed and full, and so utterly destroyed. He had ruined you. You were going to be his special pet. Take the initiation like a champ, and surely it couldn’t be worse than his giant cock.

Pushing and pulling you on his cock, you just about pass out multiple times. It was so much, too much, and you reveled in it. Delighted at his simple praises of being able to take him. Not caring about the tears that cascade your face, it was just Professor Solo. “I’m…I’m…”

“Oh, I know you are. I feel this tight pussy clenching around me. Let go, so I can fuck you when you pass out. Gotta get you used to me. They always cry, always pass out, but you can handle it. You're getting my pleasure now, sweet Pet.”

“Mmhmm. So good,” your head lulls back when he pushes you down hard. Eyes rolling in the back of your head, when you finally scream out his name. Speaking in tongue, but he knew exactly what you needed.

“So much fun with you, My Pet. Mine. Forever.”

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[afoggymirror]

The night before

Chaeryeong passes the time after waking up early

Chaeryeong solo | technically smut; misery porn; date rape mention; piss; blood mention Word count: 4400 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52865788

Chaeryeong came to slowly. Her eyes fluttered open, to see as much as they did when they were closed. Only after long, hazy minutes, did she notice she was lying on hard, unfamiliar concrete.

She jumped awake in shock, only to be yanked back down by her neck. Her knees scraped against the concrete. Frantic, she clawed at her neck. An iron collar held tight around it. Tugging, she felt a clasp with a small keyhole keeping the collar shut, and a chain leading into the darkness.

Her mouth tasted like hell. She felt her face contort in horror.

Her mouth tasted like hell. She felt her face contort in horror.

Blindly, her hands followed the chain to a thick metal pipe, and then followed along the pipe. It jutted out of some large, inscrutable machine, and into the wall.

She pulled and pulled and hit at the pipe. It didn’t budge. She shifted awkwardly to try and kick at it but the chain was too short.

It was at this point she realized she was naked. Her legs chafed on the dusty concrete as she moved. It was also at this point she noticed the pungent stench permeating the air. It congealed in her throat like fat clogging a kitchen sink.

Blindly, Chaeryeong felt the rough brick wall around the pipe. Just above the machinery, shelves sprung from the wall, wires and small tools and mechanic parts balanced haphazardly into boxes and on each other. She tried to pull something, anything, she could use to break the pipe, but even a light touch threatened to topple the boxes and send rusted metal raining onto her.

She moved, tentative, trying to map her immediate surroundings. She couldn’t stand, the chains allowed her at most an uncomfortable crouch. She sat back down on her right thigh. She couldn’t have had much more than three feet’s worth of space.

To her left, her feet entered a forest of heavy wooden planks, upright and balanced precariously against each other and the far wall. Reaching behind her, she found a heavy tarp, covering a mound of what felt like sand, maybe cement powder. Pushing would spray some of the rough powder onto the concrete floor. To her right, her fingers touched wood.

The wood gave a little. A door. A locked door, but a shitty, frail door, half rotten from rain, by its feel.

Something sparked in Chaeryeong. She shifted to kneel by the door and banged on it with an open palm,

“HELP! SOMEBODY!” she yelled at the top of her lungs, pounding madly on the wood. “CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?”

The door groaned, complained a little more with each hit. She formed a frenzied thought, then sat back and kicked the bottom of the door as hard as she could with the little space allowed. A tortured creak could be heard. She kicked again. Some of the wood cracked under her foot. She kicked again. The bottom left corner of the door seemed to be hanging by a splinter. She kicked again, and it gave.

She rushed to look out of the hole she’d made. It was all darkness outside, just as inside, at first. She angled her head to look up, her hair lying messy on the dusty ground. She saw the Moon.

Slowly the outline of trees detached from the night sky, deep dark voids against the deep dark purple of a half-clouded, light-polluted evening. She thought she heard the faint hum of a motorcycle drive by in the far distance. She couldn’t be too far from the city. Another, square shape, one with an angled roof, set itself apart a ways back.

“HELP! PLEASE, I’M TRAPPED IN HERE,” she screamed out of the hole in the door.

She screamed, and she screamed.

Deep down, she knew no one would hear her. That it was best not to hurt her voice, already beginning to hoarse from the sleep and the dank, acrid air inside. Still, she screamed,

“SOMEONE!” she felt a scratch in her throat, “PLEASE!” then more, “I DON’T KNOW WHERE I AM!” they began to spread, “ANYONE!” then her voice began to give.

Before long she had a coughing fit.

A distant owl cooed.

This was pointless.

Her face fell to the ground and she sobbed. She curled into a little ball, small, ragged moans grinding against her sore throat.

Where was she? And how did she get here? Chaeryeong racked her brain trying to remember. She remembered going out, yellow street lights dashing overhead outside the Uber. She remembered meeting Yeji, Lia and Yuna, she remembered laughs, drinks, then waving each of her friends goodbye. She remembered talking to that cute lesbian with the short hair at the bar, then… then her memories became an exhausted fog of drinks and car rides. Had she been drugged?

The tears showed no sign of stopping. She wiped her face, noticing how dusty her palms were getting from the concrete, the tears surprisingly pleasant as a source of moisture.

In that moment, the fear was overwhelming. The full weight of her situation crashed over her. What would they do to her? Had they already done something to her? Her whole body was sore, was it just from sleeping on rough concrete, or had she already been subjected to God knows what forms of abuse?

She couldn’t stay here. She had to leave.

She sat back again and continued to kick at the door. More chunks of wood splintered and flew off.

Chaeryeong felt a small relief that her eyes were beginning to adjust, the ghostly moon light bathed the blades of grass outside faint against the darkness. The outside air cleaned a little of the disgusting stale smell, her pained throat welcoming the light breeze.

Soon a good portion of the bottom of the door had flown off. Weak light came through, and she began to discern the outlines of all the junk around her.

The boxes on the shelves above looked more manageable now. She knelt as high as the chain allowed, reaching half-blind to pick up whatever she could. A length of rope, a glass jar full of nails, duct tape, a weird tool that looked like a spatula.

With all her strength, she hit the pipe with the tool. It made a loud “ding” but nothing more. She hit again. The shrill scream of metal shattering echoed, giving Chaeryeong a brief spark of hope, before she realized the tool had broken.

Reaching to her left, she felt carefully through the mess of wooden planks, searching for one she could use against the pipe. She found one, small enough to handle and thick enough to maybe do some damage. She hit the pipe. She hit it again. And again. And again.

With each hit her desperation grew. This stupid fucking pipe was the only thing keeping her here, but she couldn’t make a dent on it. She put more and more of her weight, more of her fear and anger, behind each strike, her hair flying in every direction, her breath growing rough behind her grunts.

It wasn’t working.

She slumped forwards. The plank fell with a dull sound.

She didn’t want to cry any more. She wanted to keep trying, do anything in her power to break these chains, escape, run back to safety. Really, she didn’t even know if she’d have the energy to run. Her whole body hurt, her throat was sandpaper, her breath constricted like a heart rate monitor.

She took a moment to try and catch her breath. Her head felt light from the effort, and what little she could see was already beginning to turn black.

It was then Chaeryeong noticed a slight glimmer. Cozy beside the machine, the faint far reaches of moon light that made it into the space, blinked in and out in tiny concentric waves. She focused her vision to adapt further.

A large dog bowl, the mere outlines in dark silver against the black a relief. Whoever locked her here at the very least didn’t want her to die of thirst.

She bounced closer, surely scratching her thighs against the concrete and the dust. She reached for the bowl with as much passion as possible without allowing any single drop to spill.

Before even tasting the liquid she could sense something wrong. Its smell conjured gas station bathrooms and greyhound bus toilets. Oh… so that’s why the room stank…

The taste of her captor’s stale piss coated Chaeryeong’s mouth. Pungent, caustic, it seeped through her, induced a gag like she’d just drank bleach.

She spat, which only really served to rain piss down on herself. She felt it covering her, inside and out. Surprisingly carefully, for someone mid gag, she put down the bowl.

Her next breath sent even more of the stench into her lungs. It was all-encompassing. Chaeryeong doubled over coughing, her throat contracted pointlessly for relief, heaves shaking through her.

Moon light shone a little brighter on her side where she’d left the bowl. It stared back up at her, mocking.

She couldn’t believe it. Had her captor known that she would wake in the night and placed the bowl there as a prank? Where they getting off on this, somewhere?

She eyed the liquid.

Chaeryeong felt her posture slowly drop.

A distant thought getting closer and closer.

Depending on how long she stayed here, she’d have to drink it at some point.

It didn’t have to be right now, though, so she gently kicked the bowl into the dark recesses of the shed.

Adjusting, she leaned against a wooden board that was near enough the collar wasn’t too strained. She was depleted, thoroughly exhausted and now thoroughly disgusted with herself, what difference would it make if she leaned on some dirty planks?

Her hair got caught between her back and the wood, and she reached to move it over her shoulders. She found it a tangled mess, four times its usual size, clumped together with dust and grime, moving in one piece like someone poured glue on her.

It only now dawned on her just how fast her heart was racing. She had to collect herself. Weirdly enough, the persistent tangy smell still fuming in her lungs was grounding her, a slap to wake her up.

Outlines of all kinds of junk floated before her straining eyes, but if there was anything she could use to free herself, it was lost in the darkness.

God knew how long she had left before her captor came for her, but if the sunrise were close she might get a better look at her surroundings, and figure out a plan.

That was an “if,” however, and it could be hours away. She had to figure something out right now. She had to think…

A sudden bzz flew by her left ear. She flinched.

Chaeryeong’s eyes widened. It hadn’t even occurred to her the kinds of life that could be in here.

Looking around, again becoming frantic, she squinted at the void trying to parse out any movement.

She didn’t see shit.

Her head fell back. She tried to pace her breathing before it escaped her control again. Her grasps grew slower, and calmer, and quieter. Just quiet enough to hear a long, distant bzzzzzz somewhere off to her right.

Now this was just annoying.

Judging from the volume and the high pitch it couldn’t be anything more than a mosquito.

This was fine. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t let these things get to her. Continuing to freak out would only make the situation worse. Escaping would require her full, undivided…

BzzzzzzzzzZZZZzz.

God fucking damn it…

Her hands rested on her thighs. A frustrating coat of dust covered her skin. Or maybe it covered her palms, and the rest of her skin was fine?

She patted her chest, her shoulders, her arms. All coated. So, alright, her hands were probably just dirty. Although now she just spread the dust everywhere…

BZZZZ.

Chaeryeong clapped next to her ear, finding only air. The buzzing continued.

She felt disgusting. Every once in a while she’d catch a stabbing whiff of the stale piss emanating off her. The dust seemed to seep into her skin. Feeling the grime, her sore thighs against the rough concrete, her back against some gross planks, she couldn't stop her mind from, tentatively, conjuring a glimpse of what could’ve been done to her while she was asleep.

But no, she wouldn’t think about that. She shuddered. The piss was less disgusting.

Her throat was dry, closing from the collar and the screaming, her breathing sputtered its way to her lungs. She needed water.

BzzzzzzzzZZZZ…

She clapped again.

…ZZzzzzz.

Whatever, this fucking bug was the least of her problems.

Her head fell back onto the wooden plank. Her eyes closed. Exhaustion had begun to flood her senses, a tingling creeped around her temples.

Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz, the mosquito meshed into the sounds of the night. A low hum in the dark, sometimes quiet, sometimes loud, but one she found herself growing numb to. At times it sounded like there were two, three, four. One was so constant she thought it could be stuck in the dusty tangles of her hair.

She’d still occasionally swipe at them, one landed on her knee and she managed to hit it, the blood bursting from its belly tangible, blending with the grime of cement dust and half-evaporated piss on her skin. The others, she couldn’t quite hit. A point on her left calf started to itch, one on her arm, one on her belly. She had no more energy, she allowed herself to be food.

She could just rest. Get some sleep to fight later, when someone came for her. She wasn’t giving up, she told herself. She just saw no way to escape here in the pitch darkness, and thought it wiser to conserve her energy, until the conditions were more favorable. She wasn’t giving up.

Fending off the feeling of defeat, Chaeryeong tried to lay her head on the soft mounds of cement across the room from her, but her chains were too short. With a sigh, she reached blindly into the planks of wood, palming each carefully until she found one short and thick enough to lay her head on.

She positioned herself, awkwardly, on her side, head closer to the hole in the door where fresh air came through, lying with legs weaving through planks.

She closed her eyes, letting the exhaustion overtake her.

The collar squeezed at her neck.

She shifted, rough concrete scratching her hips.

A breath came in thin. The next thinner. The next barely came.

She lifted her head to make it easier to breathe. She repositioned to lie on her back. It didn’t make much difference.

She sighed. If she wasn’t going to waste time trying to escape, she really needed to sleep.

Air struggled to come in. Chaeryeong reached between the collar and her neck, pulling the iron to give her neck more room. It worked, for that moment, but she couldn’t sleep like this.

Her heart began to beat faster, and faster, began to pound. She didn’t usually feel claustrophobic, but now she felt locked not only in this shed but in her own head.

She swallowed. Nothing came through. The mere motion burned her throat like a lighter being thrown at dry bush.

She was suffocating.

She began getting desperate. She needed something to drink.

She got up. Her hands brought the bowl to her lips before she had time to think.

The lukewarm liquid flowed down her throat, and for a second, she was thankful. The next second the acid taste hit her tongue and she gagged, but managed to spit less than before.

She couldn’t be precious about this. This was the only hydration she had and she needed it now. She shut her eyes so tight she felt tears begin to drip, and powered through another sip. And another.

For a minute, all she could feel was the heinous, salty taste in her mouth, against the sweet relief of her throat opening up. She finally breathed calm, thought the smell of piss permeated her lungs, her heart stopped racing after all.

The bowl was still half full when she put it away. She’d have to ration the rest.

Chaeryeong lied back down, staring at the pitch black where a ceiling must have been. Her breaths came in much smoother now, although they stunk. A thought passed by her mind, that no matter how revolting the piss might be, it was nothing compared to the fact that, somewhere nearby, the person who did this to her was probably getting off on it.

She rolled to one side, trying to angle her head next to the hole at the bottom of the door. She wished the fresh rural air would blow the stench from her lungs and the thoughts from her brain. It didn’t. They were too far inside her by now.

She looked out through the hole again. The darkness had begun to show signs of dissipating, the deep dark purple of the clouds had begun to lighten.

Closing her eyes, emptying her mind, she tried to sleep again. Time passed, the mosquitoes quieted down and grew loud again, birds and cicadas woke one by one to grace the Sun soon to rise, and still sleep did not come.

Chaeryeong’s breathing was beginning to shorten again when she sat back up. She pushed herself through another sip from the bowl, then leaned against a plank to try and find a more comfortable position to sleep. Then another plank, then another.

Eventually a fear she’d avoided dwelling in became pressing. She had to pee, too.

The bowl was still too full, and no matter how gross this place was, she refused to just do it in a corner. She crawled to the hole on the door, leaned back and scooted with her legs spread open in maybe the most embarrassing position she’d ever been on in her life. She was past caring.

Most of the pee made it outside, which she considered a small victory. Sitting back, she looked at the grass and wet dirt outside, growing more visible as the night cleared. The leaves were shimmering in a bizarre, disconcerting way, almost as if TV static covered the ground. It was probably just the sleep deprivation messing with her vision, Chaeryeong figured, but it didn’t make it feel any less surreal.

This whole situation was surreal, she remembered. She’d been kidnapped, she’d had to stoop to drinking someone’s piss, she had no idea where she was of if she’d be alive in a few hours.

Her heart began to race again.

Sleep hadn’t come, and the Sun had begun to rise. She had to start thinking of a new escape plan.

Chaeryeong saw herself before she could see anything else. Even with the Sun beginning to color the sky, the door still blocked a lot of the light, and her skin appeared only slowly, in a ghostly pale glow. She saw herself curled against her wooden plank, large patches of grayish white dust covering her sides, her legs, her arms. She saw small cuts and scratches and bruises, and little dark stains she assumed to be blood from when she thoughtlessly scratched a mosquito bite. She was in the filthiest state she’d ever been in, but she was alive, and she still had the energy to fight.

Eventually her surroundings began to emerge, faint but readable, first the bright blue tarp covering the pile of cement, then the thick, frankly unbreakable pipe that held her chain, and the leviathan of a machine it was bolted to, then the wooden planks and, finally, she was able to get a better look at the boxes and tools lining the shelves above her.

She once again squatted as high as the chains allowed her. She pulled a box, then another, then another, sifting through endless screws and bolts to find anything useful, leaving what wasn’t to one corner.

It was clear whoever locked her here had taken the time to remove any items she could easily use to escape, but it didn’t look like they’d done a very thorough job. Every few boxes she’d check, Chaeryeong would find a tool of some sort, a screwdriver here, a paint roller there, nothing immediately useful, but things that made her keep searching.

Finally, after half she’d pulled half the boxes on one shelf to the ground, her hands found something magical. A wrench.

For a second, she stared at it, dumbfounded. She knelt back next to the machine, squinting against the dim light of the first morning Sun, trying to identify where the bolts attached the device to her pipe.

The wrench wasn’t meant for these bolts, but they were similar enough in size that, if she angled it just right, she could be able to get enough leverage to pry them loose.

Though sore and weak from lack of sleep, adrenaline granted her some mysterious strength. She angled and squeezed the wrench until it had enough hold on the bolt, and she pushed and pushed with more and more urgency.

She felt something give. A frantic smile lit up her face. She pushed the wrench some more and, with one last bit of resistance, the bolt came completely loose.

The next bolt was tighter. Chaeryeong pushed until her breath gave out, and the wrench slipped from her hand.

This wouldn’t be as easy as she first thought, especially with how exhausted she was. She took a second to catch her breath.

It was then she noticed that her breath… sounded weird.

Mixed amid her panting, a strange, arrhythmic sound came through.

Chaeryeong frowned.

She held her breath, knelt still in perfect silence.

Loud, animalistic sniffing could be heard outside.

She jumped to her feet, only to be pulled down by her neck again. Fear washed over her.

The sniffing stopped for a second, then continued, drawing slowly closer.

From the sounds, it could be a raccoon, a wolf, a dinosaur. Whatever was outside, it sounded big.

She panicked. Her hands shot in random directions, half movements reaching for… what, a weapon?

Her brain caught up to her. She looked to the corner where she’d left the junk from the boxes, picked out the screwdriver.

The noises grew louder and louder.

She cowered against the planks, as far away from the door as her chain would allow.

Crouched with a weapon in hand, completely dirty and with matted hair, readying herself to gore a wild animal, she thought she must’ve looked like a fucking cave woman.

It came closer, it sounded like it was just on the other side of the wall.

Chaeryeong held the screwdriver tighter, eyes locked on the hole on the door. She didn’t know what it was, if it wanted to bother her, if it would even be interested in coming into this piss-soaked shed. She just knew the fear and the urge to fend it off. She was reduced to a primal state.

The noises stopped.

She waited.

And waited.

And waited.

They picked back up, at a distance. It seemed to be in front of the shed, circling it.

She held her breath again.

If it was at a distance, she could take the opportunity to see what it was.

She leaned forward to look through the hole, but saw nothing.

She came closer to the door, slowly in case it ran at her or something. She put her head to the hole. There was nothing there.

The noises had stopped, too.

Poking her head as much as possible through the hole, she looked to one side, then to the other. The shed stood in a nice clearing, more visible now that the sun shone behind heavy clouds. Thick foliage to the right, a small dirt road and a parking spot to the left.

And no wild animals in sight.

She could hear it just a second ago, did it run off that fast? Or had she hallucinated the whole thing? Was she that tired? The world was still shaking with static, the trees seemed to bleed into the clouds above and tint the gray with green. Maybe she was that tired.

Chaeryeong brought her head back through the hole. Her heart beat slowed again. She’d barely noticed how fast her pulse was this time. The room grew darker again like the Sun gave up on rising. No, it was just the edges of her vision going black.

The adrenaline had passed, and now all the trauma, all the fear, disgust and exhaustion crashed with their entire weight on her shoulders.

Her eyes landed on the wrench, still jammed awkwardly around the second bolt.

She meekly dragged her knees back to the machine, the glimmer of rationality still left in her telling her to keep trying.

She pushed on the wrench as hard as she could. It wasn’t hard enough. Her arms were weak after all this. She just wanted to sleep.

She pushed again. The wrench dislodged from the bolt and flew off into the corner.

Chaeryeong didn’t pick it up. Tears harassed her eyes, and a sob rose from her chest.

Doubling over, she cried. Escape was nowhere in sight, and now crying was all she had.

She moaned with what voice she had left, cried until her tears dried and then some.

When even the sobs stopped coming, and she thought she might finally fall asleep right there, kneeling curled on the concrete, a sound came from outside.

This sound wasn’t a hallucination. The distant hum of a car grew louder and louder until it came to a stop next to the shed. Its door opened, and shut again.

A pair of boots graced the hole in the door, a jangle of keys announced that her prison would be opened.

The door opened to a girl, vaguely familiar to Chaeryeong, carrying a heavy ax, wearing jeans, a plaid shirt, shoulder length hair and a cocky smile.

“Oh hey, you’re up already!”

Chaeryeong looked up, tears still in her eyes, face red against her pale body stained with dust and piss and blood, struggling to find the energy to even show fear.

“Damn, you look like shit,” the girl smirked. “I’m not even started with you yet.”

[kalira]

Cold Comfort

(Series: Sharing Sho's Coat)

E; 2.5k Kei(/Sho)

Left alone to find his place in what was once Sho's own - stepping into the shadows of a life he left behind - Kei finds little more than cold comfort and heart-aching longing.

[jazzmasternot]

I mean am I wrong??

[deathc-re]

your older!bf who has really opened your eyes to the world of mature men. who truly listens when have a complaint and works to fix it. who shows you that he adores you, even in his own strange way. who goes out of his way to spoil you and pamper you; who always makes sure you have the best of the best.

older!bf who literally is the best sexual experience you've had in your whole life. who does things you didn't even think were possible. who makes you feel levels of pleasure you'd only read about until this point. who pays such close attention to ever twitch and flinch and gasp and abuses ever spot that brings you pleasure. who reaches places so deep inside that you're surprised feels good instead of painful. who goes above and beyond with aftercare, making you feel so safe and secure. who makes sure you're well feed and clean, your favorite show or song playing as he cuddles you close.

older!bf who wastes no time to show you off and shower you in praise. who compliments every aspect of you, some you didn't even notice about yourself. who respects and knows you as a person. who is secure enough in himself and the relationship to know that even tho you're together, you're your own separate people and is fine with it.

older!bf who is protective of you and takes the extra measures to make sure you're safe in every situation he can, no matter what.

older!bf who loves you :(

LAW, corazon, sir crocodile, bakugo, aizawa, FAT GUM, sung-jin woo, andy, GETO, and my man <3

[love-me-satoru]

Imagine laying in bed next to your lover but they’re asleep. And you’re wide awake literally so horny you can feel yourself dripping through your sleep shorts. Not being able to handle it anymore you pull out your trusted toy from your bedside table. Slowly pulling off your shorts trying to not make a lot of noise or movement. Throwing the shared covers off of you. You slowly start to tease yourself. Soft moans falling from your mouth, covering your mouth with your free hand trying to slience yourself just to not wake up your lover next to you. After teasing yourself for a bit you decided to sink the toy deep inside of you moaning out then immediately throwing your hand back over your mouth when you felt them slightly tussle the bed. When you were confident they were sleeping you continued with fucking yourself. So focused on tying to keep your noises at bay you didn’t really pick up the fact that you were really fucking yourself eyes closed moans muffled against your hand when you felt their hand wrap around your wrist. “What are you doing baby?” they said voice relativly deep from being asleep. “Nothing..” “Mhm..” Your lover pulls your toy completely out of you pulling a moan from you and dives straight into your pussy sucking up all of your juices. “Oh fuck!” "You close baby?" "Yes!" “Good. Cum for me” And oh boy you do. Squirming all over the bed cumming hard against their tounge. You literally passed out before they came back to clean you up.

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw ♛

Happy birthday Solomon you old ass mf mwah <3

CW: Blowjob, fantasizing / dirty thoughts- Idk it’s basically Solomon having a dirty imagination- light bondage mentioned + Solomon sending you a dick pic- I think that’s it helppjsjs

Solomon had been thinking about it all morning….about how you had to leave early as usual to help those brothers with some minor disaster or another.

How you left him in his big, lonely, bed with only the memories of the night before.

He’s stuck thinking about how good you felt, your lips wrapped around his cock while his hand was tangled in you hair, stroking, guiding, gently tugging every now and then when he felt like you were teasing him too much.

His other hand holding yours, fingers laced with his so you can squeeze if it’s too much. The way you looked up at him, your eyes looked so bright and eager.

“O-oh. fuck… little star, right t-there,” he praised, when your tongue kitten licked the tip of his cock. watching your face relax as you leaned forward taking a deep breath, and letting Solomon buck his hips into your face, your muffled moans vibrating around his cock.

“Fuck,” he mutters, running a hand through his still messy bed head, the other hand slipping under the waistband of his pajama pants, pulling his cock out and groaning as he starts to jerk off.

The things you do to him- just the thought of you tearing up, being on your knees for him and ready to have his cock down your throat has him leaking, soft moans slipping past his lips as he slowed his pace, idly rubbing his thumb over his tip as he lets his mind wander a bit more.

Still full of thoughts about you, maybe a new scenarios? One with him, tying your hands behind your back with your uniform tie.

the light pink material tied, just tight enough to sting, but not too tight that it’ll stop your blood flow.

Gods, the image he had in his head made him want to go and drag you away from the others and just…help him, focus on him.

He can picture it so clearly in his head, you’re not even out of your uniform yet. Already on your knees as you take him as deep into your mouth as you could, your nails digging into his thighs as his hips bucked into your face, his cock making you choke and gag, your face covered in your drool and his cum….

a fantasy he needs to come true. and that’s when he decides to text you, ‘When will you be home?‘ a small pause between his texts, ‘I need you :(‘ ‘Need to fuck that pretty throat of yours.‘ followed by a picture of his flushed red -and still hard- cock.

[recklesssturniolo]

Early Morning - C.S

Soft dom!Chris, “ma” & “mamas”, reader and Chris are dating

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Rolling over as Chris’ alarm goes off, him refusing to do it himself I turn it off and roll back over to face him.

“Chris come on, you know you have that meeting this morning. Nick will kill you if you make them late” I say playing with his hair.

He grumbles into his pillow before opening his eyes and mumbling out, “Five more minutes, keep playing with my hair it feels so nice”

I roll my eyes but let him fall back asleep for the five minutes he asked for before waking him up again.

“Alright pretty boy times up” I tell him.

In response he pulls me closer to him, my back now against his chest. Only wearing one of his shirts and a thong I immediately can tell he’s hard - as he is every morning. I feel him slowly grind his hips against my ass as he places gentle kisses on my neck.

“Chris we don’t have time for this” I reply, ignoring the wetness beginning to pool in my panties.

“Come on ma, you know it’ll feel good. Then I’ll get up I promise” He croaks into my ear, his voice still raspy from just waking up.

He continues grinding himself against my ass, but moves his hand to my pussy, a moan slipping from my mouth as I felt his touch.

“See baby you’re so wet for me already” He whispers into my ear. His hand slowly massaging my clit. My face flushing as the small gesture that came with so much please.

“I - fuck Chris” I whimper out, my hands gripping the sheets as I feel his fingers enter me.

The air now thick with desire as he pumps his fingers into me, noticing him slowing down his pace, I whine.

“No don’t slow down”

“I want you to ride me mamas, you look so good on top of me” He smirks.

The words flowing so effortlessly from his mouth only cause me to ache with the want of him more. Turning him onto his back, he removes his boxers before bringing his hand up and tugging on the hem of the shirt I had on, his head nodding upwards signalling for me to take it off. Him immediately reaching for my breasts as I weave our lips together, tugging on his hair as our tongues collided.

My breath hitches as he smacks my ass, “Come on pretty girl, you know we don’t have much time”

I position myself so his dick is in line with my entrance. I slowly sink down onto him, whining as I struggle to take in his size.

“You can take it ma, show me how much of a good girl you are for me” He murmurs out, his eyes clenching shut the further he was inside of me.

Moans flowing from both of our mouths as he’s fully inside me. I begin bouncing on him, almost dizzy from the sensation of him inside of me.

“F-feels so good Chris fuck” I whimper.

“Yeah? You like how I feel deep inside you baby?” He groans back, now thrusting his hips upwards, meeting mine each time I went back down.

“Keep doing that, please” I whine out, my eyes rolling back as I feel his strong gaze on me, watching my every move.

I feel one of his hands leave the side on my waist, crying out in pleasure, my head being thrown back as he begins using him thumb to move circles on my clit. Becoming intoxicated by the sensation.

“Mm look so pretty bouncing on my dick mamas” He grunts, both of us picking up our pace. His hips now hitting mine perfectly, his dick lined up directly with my g-spot only causing me to whimper out his name louder as the knot is my stomach got tighter.

“I love you saying my name like that baby but you gotta stay quiet for me okay?” He says, knowing his brothers could easily hear if I didn’t quiet down.

“I - yeah fuck I’ll be quiet” I whimper, “Please don’t stop Chris I’m so close” My jaw slightly dropping as I felt my climax become closer and closer, while being aware of his dick starting to twitch inside me.

Locking eyes with him, his glazed over with lust as he looked my body up and down.

“Fuck I’m coming, come with me ma, I know you can. Fuck you feel so good” He says, his breath slightly becoming faster as he hits his high.

“Oh my god Chris” I strain out, my pussy pulsating as I come. Feeling nothing but ecstasy flow throughout my body as both of our moans fill the air. Shockwaves of pleasure continuing to flow through us.

With a couple more thrusts of him inside me, I slowly remove myself off of him, his come dripping out of me as I did. A small groan leaving my mouth as I noticed. Looking over at him, sweat on his forehead, his breathing returning back to normal, he takes him thumb and slowly traces my bottom lip with it.

“Such a good girl for me” He mumbles, pulling me close and connecting our lips again, “One more round mama”

Pulling away from him, a groan leaving his mouth as I did, I smile slightly before replying, “I’d love to but I can already hear Nick bitching about how he ‘just knows’ you’re gonna make them late”

“Fuck sakes Nick” He sighs, but doing as he promised and getting out of bed, placing a quick kiss on my forehead before heading over to his closet.

TAGLIST: @sturnphilia @thatonekid536 @cupidsword @loveesiren @daddyslilchickenfingers @christinarowie332 @ilovemattsturn @mattenthusiast @its-jennarose @lxvlysworld @lovingsturniolo @iwantmattsobad @secret-sturniolo @mattsd0ll @soursturniolo

[sky-is-the-limit]

TikTok be like, here's my 141 edit🤪

The 141 edit:

[lexsssu]

Tender (Sung Jinwoo)

TAGS: Alpha!Jinwoo/Omega!F!reader, a/b/o, knotting, spooning, breeding, impregnation,drabble Ao3 ver. | Ko-fi | Commissions (OPEN)

If there is one thing that S-rank Hunter isn’t known for, it’s tenderness.

For what use is such softness when he must traverse the treacherous dungeons to subjugate monsters and demons beyond human comprehension? 

Just as they would have no remorse feasting on his flesh and grinding his bones, so must bear the same ruthlessness, if only so he could return home to his waiting family. 

But once the door is closed, he removes that brutality as easily as one would take off a coat the moment they get home from work. 

How can a man who lifts his child high up in the air before pressing a kiss to their forehead be the same man who rips and tears through unholy hordes on an almost daily basis?

And while his movements were desperate as he rutted into you in the wee hours of the night once your son is tucked into bed, there is no savagery in the way his lips and hands worship your body. 

How could he not when you are perfection incarnate?

“All this for me? You’re spoiling me too much…” Jinwoo sighs into your neck, blowing hot air against the mark that marred your smooth skin as he spooned you.

And with his knot locking you both together with the promise of new life being formed within your womb, your alpha purred lowly at the subtle change in your scent. 

[barefoothighlander]

deluminate

summary: kylo ren stops at nothing to capture his target

kylo ren x fem!reader

warnings: mdni (18+), unprotected pinv, slight hunter/prey, force bondage, choking, dub con, mind reading?, creampie, idk how the force works, kidnapping?

a/n: having kylo ren brain rot so i needed to write this, i want to hear nothing about realism none of this makes sense, not proofread

Where are you.

His voice rings clear and heavy in your head, a tidal wave through the hazy ocean that was your mind, fogged and weary from his preferred methods of interrogation.

It was purely chance that you had gotten out, a fluke in timing on the account of the troopers that usually haunted your room, one small mixup in shift change and you were left unguarded for invaluable seconds.

You had no idea where you were going, simply letting your legs carry you on their own accord, twisting down hallways and turning the sharp corners of the black metal walls that made up the labyrinth of his ship.

It felt like weeks you had been locked in that room, the days fading into eachother as he searched your mind for any piece of information that could help him, reaching deep into your thoughts and fears, urging you to give up the location of the map.

Truth be told you were the last person he should’ve been asking, a minor ship technician that aided the rebellion with not the slightest inclination as to where the forces were keeping such a lucrative item.

I will find you.

The husk of his voice vibrates in you as fear sweeps your nerves, even if you did somehow outrun him, there was nowhere to go, you had no idea of the ship had landed somewhere or if it was simply tumbling through hyperspace, an eerie quiet settled in the air of the halls, only broken by the sudden hissing of pipes or clanging of armour as patrols made their way.

It didn’t make sense, how he was able to see into your mind, control your body the way he did, a simple twitch of his finger and your limbs were frozen, a nudge of his chin and he could see into your darkest thoughts, the most private and secret, held deep in your psyche for only you to see.

Why run? Come back to me and I’ll give you what you want.

A taunt, emphasized by the honey dripping from his tongue, even through the mask you can hear it. There was no trying to hide behind it, he saw right through you, that obscure primal attraction you held for him, the longing to see him beneath the cloak and mask, to feel that power on other parts of your body.

He was using it against you, like somehow he course sense the throb between your legs as his voice spoke to you, the heat that pooled as he used only his mind to restrain your body.

Sweat beaded your skin, falling in drops down your spine as you rest against a wall, legs screaming in pain, how far had you ran? There was no way to tell if you’d even gotten far, every hallway turning into another, every corner identical.

The conversation of troopers has you holding your breath, careful to keep quiet as they pass by, praying to the maker they were truly as stupid as people made them out to be.

You’re near, I can feel you.

Clasping your hand over your mouth and breathing through your nose, you turn a quick glance around the corner, no sight of the massive cloaked figure, there was no way he knew where you were, he couldn’t.

Down the hall you can see a pair of doors, if you could get in you could lock them, you’d worked on ships similar, nothing this large and nothing from the new empire but they had to have similar wiring.

You will your aching limbs to carry you the few feet toward them, slamming a palm to the panel, a whimper escaping your lips as the screen flashes red.

You drive your fist against the metal doors, willing them to open, to let you in but they don’t budge, a deferred breath falls as you rest your head against it, the cold bite of them cooling your skin.

It’s a gasp of shock that falls from your lips as the doors part, cool air rushing against your skin, how did they-

“There you are pet”

Fear strikes through your body like lightning, this time his voice sounded to close, the crackle of the mask like sparks in your ears. His presence is heavy enough that it sucks the air from your chest, a tear falling from your eye as you slump your shoulders, refusing to turn and face him.

He places a firm hand to your back, walking you forward into the room as the doors close behind you, the tell tale sound of a lock snapping into place as your legs give out, knees buckling sending you toward the hard ground.

You can hear the echo of his steps as he paces the room, damn him if he wanted to read your mind, there were no thoughts to be seen.

“It was a good effort”

Invisible arms will your body up, weak legs trying to regain balance as he emerges in front of you, dwarfing your figure.

His form sucks the life from the room, forcing you backward till your spine connects with the wall, harsh steel biting into your skin as he braces an arm beside your head.

“Are you ready to give me up?”

You shake your head, eyes refusing to look up at him,

“You know I can take whatever I want”

His gloved hand presses to your throat, holding you to the wall as an unseen force binds your hands above your head, leaving you at his will.

“Is this not what you wanted? I’ve heard every thought you’ve had, they’re very loud”

You squeeze your eyes shut at the words, your throat bobbing under his grip.

“I’ve seen what you dream of, how you want to be touched by me, it’s.. obscene, the way you offer yourself up on a platter”

There’s nothing you can do, he has you at his will, a simple prayer to the maker that he’d atleast bestow some form of mercy upon you.

“Do you want to see what I think about?”

His voice is gruff, laced with threat as his fingers squeeze your pulse point.

“Open your eyes”

You obey, parting your wet lashes to look at him, staring deep into the black visor as he watches you, you struggle in his grip as the force on your hands tightens.

He reaches his free hand to his neck, a hissing sound filling the air as the chin of the mask parts, the black helmet rising on his form to reveal his face.

Every sense in your body betrays you at the sight of him, obsidian hair that curls around his pale face, his cheeks flush from the exertion of power as plush lips and dark eyes stare back at you.

He closes his eyes, tilting his chin toward you as he wills his thoughts to yours, flooding your mind with images.

He too had thought about you, your naked body in front of him, legs parted and sex on display as you writhe against the sheets, the tip of his nose nudging against your swollen bud as he feasts on you.

The image sense shockwaves to your core, heat pooling as he continues to show you yourself, bent over a table, your ass arched in the air for him as his cock drives deep into you, practically forcing the air from your lungs with every thrust.

It’s too much, the visions, it feels too real, your skin flushing as he pulls back, his dark gaze glued to you.

“Do you see pet, what you do to me, why I could never let you run away”

He releases one of your hands, gripping your wrist as he drags it to his groin, forcing your digits to cup his length as he grunts. Even through the thick cloth of his pants you can feel his size, massive and pulsing, like pure iron in your weak grip.

You part your lips in shock as he grinds his hips into your palm, his hand on your throat tensing.

“Don’t shy away now, not when you’re so close to getting what you want”

Another grind of his hips has your fingers squeezing his bulge, a primal grin forming on his lips as he ducks his head next to yours.

“That’s it, give yourself over”

His breath ghosts over your ear, tingling the hair on your neck as his teeth dig into your earlobe, nipping at the skin.

His fingers creep over your stomach, inching down toward the pulse that’s settled between your thighs, strong hands tugging at your bottoms as the skin of your ass is revealed, the cool air hitting it.

He cups your sex with his palm, grinding the leather of his glove against your aching bud, cheeks heating as the sound of your slick fills the room.

“So wet for me already”

His words give rise to a tinge of embarrassment in your face as you roll your hips into his hand, searching for the contact against your clit as his cock strains against his pants.

“M’gonna drive my cock so deep into you, there won’t be any thoughts for me to read”

The threat has your core aching, clenching around nothing as he rips his hand from you, the black fabric of his gloves glistening in your slick as he raises a hand.

His free hand moves to loosen his pants, biting back a groan as his cock springs free from the fabric, keeping his eyes on yours as he fists it, the harsh rub of his glove rough against the skin of his shaft.

“Open your mouth”

You move to reach a hand for him but it’s pulls to the wall with that same invisible force, keeping you flat to the metal as it digs into your spine.

“I said open”

You obey, parting your lips slightly to allow his fingers to tease around the flesh, pushing past your teeth to flatten against your tongue.

Swirling the muscle around the digits, the bitter taste of leather mixed with the sweetness of your own slick dripping down your throat as he forces the fingers deeper.

He teases the head of his cock through your folds forcing your eyes shut as you hum around his fingers.

“You’re gonna take every last inch, and you’re gonna keep your eyes on me”

Parting your lids in a haze your teeth dig into his fingers as he pushes in, one swift motion has his cock stuffing you full, forcing your cunt to adapt to the stretch of him.

The angle has him dipping below you, forcing his cock upward as he thrusts, the head of it grinding against that sweet spot into you as it drags against your soaked walls.

“That’s it, eyes on me pet”

His fingers tilt your chin to face him, eyes clouded in lust as you watch him bite back his grunts. His hand grips at your thighs, tugging them around his waist as he lifts you higher against the wall, length driving into you, forcing your body to collide with the hard metal behind you with every thrust.

“Wanted this since I first saw you”

The words come through gritted teeth, your eyes drifting to where the two of you meet, his hand withdrawals from your mouth allowing you to suck in a breath before it makes contact with your throat, pinning your neck to the wall.

“I said eyes on me”

It’s a struggle to even keep them open as his cock splits you in half, feeling impossibly full from him, the base of his length grinding against your clot with every stroke.

Your legs lock around his back, holding him to you as you roll your hips into him, meeting every thrust. A grin plasters his face at the sight, using his hand to tear at your shirt, the lose fabric falling around you as your breasts are revealed, nipples peaked from the cold air.

Like a beast to its prey he eyes your form, bound and free for his taking, he leans down, his teeth closing around a nipple eliciting a yelp from you as he nips at the skin, flicking his tongue over it.

“So good for me, letting me take you however I want”

Heat rises in your chest, it was true, he could have you, the sight of him alone that first day had your thoughts betraying you, his form oozing power and command.

You snap from your thoughts as an unseen pressure hits your clit, rubbing against the bud in a perfect pressure that has your back arching against the wall, pushing your breasts further into him.

It’s obscene the noises the flood the room, the sound of his skin slapping against yours mixed with the wracked moans that escape you, he peers down, his jaw slack at the sight of your pussy swallowing him whole with every thrust.

“Never gonna let you go pet, you’ll stay here with me, as my little play thing”

The words sting your chest, the thought of remaining captive to the man who could invade your very soul, but the feeling of his cock driving into you is too tempting, feels to good, the pleasure blooming from your core has you nodding”

“You’d like that wouldn’t you, letting me stuff this little pussy everynight, getting used by me, fucking slut”

That invisible hand flicks against your clit as his cock drives deep into your walls, your legs tightening around him as your push squeezes him, keeping him inside you, letting your orgasm rip through your bones.

As your high lowers you open your eyes, straight to his gaze, his hair sticking to his forehead in a sheen of sweat as the slightest pink tints his cheeks, his cock sliding into your drenched walls.

In a second he slams his lips to yours, swallowing your moans as he pounds into you, hard enough that the grind of your back against the wall was sure to leave you sore.

His hand meets the flesh of your ass, squeezing the muscle with force as he holds your body to him, allowing his cock impossibly deep as he buries it inside you, his hips staggering with each thrust.

“Say you’re mine, fuck, say it”

He leans his head back, lowering it to your shoulder as his teeth dig into the flesh, tears pricking your eyes as your muscles scream.

“I’m yours”

The words trigger something in him, a growl from his chest vibrates against your skin as he spills inside you, the warmth spreading in your core as he moves his coco slowly inside you, shallow thrusts to force his cum deeper.

He holds your body to him, the force on your hands gone, allowing the now sleeping muscles to drop to his shoulders, your fingers splayed over the rough fabric of his cape as his breaths ghost over your skin.

“You’re mine”

The haze of it wares on you, your mind weakened from the combination of everything as your body fights to regain its strength, held up only by his body.

Slowly he pulls his cock from you, allowing his spend to drop down your thighs as his hands keep you still. His eyes glued to yours as he watches you wince from the loss of contact, a hand settling on your cheek, the leather dragging against the thin layer of sweat on the flesh.

He bites back the words in his throat as he closes his eyes, his fingers flexing against your skin as your mind goes blank.

You wake in a dark room, legs bare against the black sheets that have settled atop them, your chest covered only by the large cloth of a shirt, you can feel the soreness from earlier already settling into your body as you sit up, trying to look around.

There’s a stream of starts outside the large window, the only light in the room as you squint to see, it was some sort of bedroom, the furniture below you soft and cushioned, you were in a bed.

Turning to your left you can see the light shine on his pale skin, the expanse of his back visible, alongside the pink pines of scars the adorned it, his dark hair blending into the sheets as his body rised slightly with every breath.

You were in his bedroom, his private quarters, in his bed, shock hits you all at once, every nerve in your body telling you that you shouldn’t be there, but he had brought you there, changed your clothes as set you beside him in bed.

He had stripped off his cloak and leathers, tucked away the facade of Kylo Ren and went to bed, beside you.

Running a soft hand over the curve of his spine you feel him twitch, his breath remaining slow, he was still asleep, he didn’t look like that large beast that invaded your thoughts like this, he was softer, calmer.

The sheets are soft as you slip back below them, turning to your side to face him, watching his skin flow under the streaming stars as your eye slide grow heavier, drawing you back into sleep.

[kalira]

In Absentia

E; 1.5k (Kunimasa)/Manami

Manami has never wanted anything so badly as he wants his Masa-nii, wants to be his beloved brother's mate - he may never have that, but in these moments alone, perhaps he can steal a little taste of what it might be like, if only in his fantasies.

. . .because this is totally a reasonable way to greet one’s beloved nii-san. >.>

. . .right. >.>

Frankly Manami’s everything left me with the impression he loves his Masa-nii too much, or at least certainly in a way Kunimasa - indulgent or not - doesn’t reciprocate.

[love-me-satoru]

Not the thought of yandere!Boyfriend that would tie up some random guy that was flirting with you and then fuck you in front of them.Them squirming against the ropes watching your tear filled eyes. Loud moans and your boyfriends fat fucking cock pushing into you at a brutal pace. Their cock straining against their jeans. “Look baby he’s hard.” You couldn’t process your boyfriends words until his hand wrapped around your throat Pulling you flushed against his front. “I said look slut.” your eyes glancing back at the man tied to the chair. “Good girl.. Now cum for me baby. Show him what he’ll never get.”

[l3viat8an]

[recklesssturniolo]

Can you pretty please make a dom Matt fic where he gets really pissed in a car video or after an argument or something and pins reader against a wall and fucks them ROUGH. Like girl all out letting loose.

Argument - M.S

SORTA based this request I just changed it so they fck in the van instead (was a separate request for that), dom!Matt, toxic (kinda?)/jealous Matt

Idk how I feel about this one so I’m on my knees praying you guys like it😅😅😅

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Matt and I had been arguing in the van for about 15 minutes now. All over the fact that a guy hit on me and he didn’t like how I responded.

“Oh my god Matt! All I said was thank you and walked away. He literally just said I looked nice” I yelled.

“Yeah he said you look nice and clearly wanted to fuck you and you thanked him for it, did you not see him look you up and down multiple times?” He yelled back.

I couldn’t deny that seeing Matt this worked up wasn’t turning me on. He didn’t get jealous often so it wasn’t often I saw this side of him.

“Matthew for the love of god he didn’t make even a subtle move or comment that would’ve implied he was trying to fuck. It was a compliment and that’s all” I responded.

“Mine as well of sucked him off right there at that point” He argued back.

“Alright whatever I’m sorry I didn’t fucking walk away and ignore him. I was just trying to be nice and not cause any issues. Didn’t realize I was acting like a slut to you” I sighed.

“Oh ok you think you acted like a slut in my opinion? Guess I’ll fuck you like one” He asked.

Matt didn’t give me a chance to respond, instead grabbing the back of my neck and connecting our lips. The kiss was rougher than usual, but god having Matt jealous was hot as fuck, even if I didn’t mean to. Pulling away, he began making his way down my neck, sucking and biting the spots he knew were most sensitive.

“Fuck Matt” I moan out.

Grabbing my throat and squeezing slightly he responds, “Look how easily you’re turned on, I bet you’re fucking soaked”

“I - just fuck me already” I reply, beyond aware that my panties were soaked.

“Not yet, I think you need to prove how sorry you are” He smirked.

Knowing what he was hinting at, I begin leaning over and undoing his belt, then pulling his boxers and pants down just enough for his dick to come out. Licking around his tip, he immediately grabs me by the hair, pulling me away.

“Don’t even fucking think about teasing me” He says, his voice becoming raspy.

I nod before spitting on his dick, and taking as much as I could into my mouth, my hand jerking off what couldn’t fit.

“Such a slut, take all of it, I know you can” He groans.

I do as he says, now feeling his dick hitting the back of my throat. Gags leaving my mouth as I continued sucking him off. Hearing quiet moans as I did so. His hip’s thrusting upwards every so often.

“Fuck Matt you’re too big” I mumble. Pulling away for a moment to catch my breath.

Making eye contact with me, he pulls me towards him once again kissing me. Pulling my dress up and exposing my ass, smacking it, causing me to yelp out.

“Such a good girl for me” He mumbles out.

“Please” I whimper. Wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me.

“What do you want huh? For me to fuck you like the whore you are? He smiles.

“Fuck I - yes Matt I need you” I moan out.

“Get out of the van” He demands.

“What? Matt we’re in public” I respond. It was 2am and we were in an empty parking lot but still.

“I don’t care, if someone see’s they’ll just know who you belong to” He smiles back, pulling his pants up slightly, he gets out of the van. He comes over to the passenger side, opening the door and practically dragging me out of the van. Pinning me again the side of it.

My dress still pulled up, he slides his hand up my thigh, “Fucking slut, you’re practically dripping” he says, before pushing my panties down.

I moan in response, feeling his fingers swipe between my folds. Matt usually wasn’t this rough, but fuck it was so hot.

I feel him slide his dick near my entrance, pushing it in slightly before taking it out. Repeating that a few times.

“Matt please, I need you just fuck me” I whimper.

“So needy, how badly do you need me huh?” He responds.

“So badly fuck I can’t wait any longer please” I beg.

He smacks my ass again before pushing himself all the way into me. Both of us moaning out.

“So fucking tight” He groans. Reaching his arm around my shoulder and grabbing my throat.

“F-feels so good” I whine.

He picks up his pace, now having to hold my hips in place to avoid them hitting against the van due to how hard he was going.

“Yeah? Who is the only one who can make you feel this good?” He asks.

“You - fuck only you Matt” I whimper out.

“That’s right, who do you belong to? Huh? Whose slut are you?” He asks again.

“You Matt, fuck only a slut for you” I moan out.

“Good girl” He responds.

Continuing to fuck me, I feel my stomach tighten as he hits my g-spot continuously.

“I’m gonna come Matt” I whimper, my legs shaking slightly.

“Good. Come all over my dick pretty girl” He says, slamming into me harder than ever before.

I stutter curse words and whimper out his name as I hit my climax. The pleasure being so much my legs shaking and Matt having to now hold my body up.

“Matt oh my fuck I can’t take any more, I’m sensitive” I whisper.

“Yes you can, I know you can. You’re gonna take it while I fill you up” He responds. Not stopping his thrusting, well aware of how sensitive I was now.

His dick twitches inside of me, before he moans out, “Such a good little whore letting me fuck you senseless” and I feel him release himself inside of me.

Slowing his pace, he thrusts a couple more times before pulling out. His come starting to drip down my thighs. He turns me around, my back now against the van. Cupping my face with his hand.

Not giving him a chance to speak, I tell him “Jesus Christ why haven’t you fucked me like that before”

“Haven’t had to remind you that you’re mine before” He says.

“You’re insane if you think I’d even considering getting with someone else, especially now after how good you just fucked me” I tell him.

“Mmm I know, couldn’t help but be jealous after seeing you in that dress and how he was looking at you” He shrugs, “Had been waiting to fuck you all night”

“Could’ve taken me to the bathroom” I smirk.

“Yeah yeah come on, wait, hold on let me wipe your legs off before you get back in the van” He says, grabbing a hoodie of his from the back and wiping his come off of me.

“If I can’t walk properly I swear I’ll make you carry me everywhere” I tell him, almost positive come tomorrow morning I’d be limping.

“Fine by me, was worth it” He smirks as we both get back into the van.

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