#stealing my old kinktober tags for this one

[ohbo-ohno]

3.5k of cbf-turned-bully!soap x reader, inspired by this (very old) ask to my fave ever <3 (read on ao3)

tags: dubcon, dirty talk, masturbation, references to bullying, breaking and entering, rough sex, overstimulation

You’re still nearly shaking with frustration as you settle beneath your sheets, fingers twitching against your stomach and your jaw clenched tight.

You are not going to touch yourself. You’re not. There is no way in hell that you’re coming home from seeing Johnny fucking MacTavish for the first time in years and masturbating. It’s not happening.

…Well, you are awfully keyed up.

“Fucking bastard,” you hiss to yourself, frustration only growing as you shimmy down your loose shorts. You tell yourself firmly that this has absolutely nothing to do with the reappearence of your greatest nemesis, and try not to grind your teeth. You hadn’t even spoken to the man - just a glance of him had you hissing and ducking behind a different aisle at the supermarket - and you’re already riled by him. It’d be embarrassing if you weren’t nearly too horny to think.

You take a deep breath and rest your fingers over your slit, closing your eyes and letting your mind wander. You touch yourself slowly, fingers carefully spreading your lips as you let your mind wander. With your free hand you tug open your bedside drawer, tugging out your favorite toy and dragging it down your stomach.

Your movements are measured and familiar as your usual fantasies play across the backs of your eyes. You give yourself several long moments to slicken, coaxing more and more from your body with nimble fingers and quick circles.

In your mind, there’s a large body over yours and something just thick enough to let you feel the sting of a stretch inside of you, your breasts pushing against his chest, soft grunts in your ears.

Your breathing hitches, hips working against your palm as the fantasy starts to become more clear. He’s big, both above you and inside of you - only halfway in and already tugging you near the edge. His hands are on either side of your head, caging you in so all you can see is his tan skin, his rippling muscles.

You bite your lip to hold back a moan, eyelids fluttering. His bright eyes roll back when he pulls away enough for you to see his face. You lift one hand to your breast, the other gripping his head and both of you moan when you tug. The drag of his cock inside of you is perfect, his weight over you, the heat absolutely pouring over him…

His head drops back down when you let go of his hair, and his lips curve up into a smile as he looks down at you.

You nearly screech when you recognize him, throwing both hands away from your body and your eyes flying open to stare at your dark cieling. Your cunt and nipple throb, feeling quite suddenly neglected, but your heart isracing for an entirely different reason.

No. No. It’s one thing to satisfy your own needs after seeing the man, it’s another to… God, you can hardly even think it - to fantasize about the man and fuck yourself to him. 

“Fuck,” you whisper, desire rapidly cooling. Without Johnny himself in front of you - all six feet of him, muscular and masculine as he’s grown up to be - it’s easier to remember just how terrible he was to you all those years in school. There’s no sharp jawline and cute scruff to distract you from the memory of how he’d steal your clothes before you could change in gym class, leaving you with only those embarrassingly tiny athletic shorts for the rest of the day.

You huff as you let your legs fall closed again, the mood well and truly dissipating now. All you’ve got left is regular frustration, instead of the fun kind.

A sharp tap at the window jerks you out of your pouting, and you yank your blankets up to cover what little skin is showing in a panic, the slick dildo resting on your thighs. The room is silent for a moment, absolutely still except for the fan in the corner that’s been blowing for years, until there’s another tap.

You don’t realize what it is until the tap turns into a thunk. Then, you can hardly bite back your yelp. You’re nearly paralyzed with fear as the sound turns into a sort of… jangling almost, clearly coming from the one window in your bedroom.

Back pressed against your headboard, you can do nothing but think of all the things you should be doing as the curtains start blowing more noticeably, wind pouring into the room.

You’re just sucking in a breath to scream when Johnny MacTavish pops out from behind the curtain, combat boots loud against the wood flooring.

“Same old broken lock, huh, bonnie?” He smirks, strolling into your room like he belongs, like he used to. “Be honest now, you were just waiting here for me, weren’t you?”

You’re gaping like a fish, you know it, but you can’t help but stare at him wide-eyed.

The last time John MacTavish was in your bedroom, he was at least a foot shorter and a hell of a lot more welcome. The two of you had been eleven when he’d still been willing to be near you, but as soon as you’d moved on to elementary school - as soon as boys became boys and girls became girls, and kids had crushes instead of cooties - he’d stopped coming around. It was only a few years after that, in high school, that he’d gone from a friend you used to have to the boy who made school miserable.

And there is not one single reason you can think of to justify him sneaking in, the way he used to. Not now, all these years later with so much - said and unsaid - lingering between you.

None of that seems to weigh on him, though. He’s cocky as ever, doesn’t even bother to take off his boots as he saunters towards your bed, giving you a long look that can only be described as salacious as he leans himself against the foot of your bed.

It’s pure instinct to grope blindy at your bedside table, grabbing the first thing your fingertips touch and launching it at his head.

His instincts are sharp enough the he catches the bottle of water before it can do any real damage, but the small distraction gives you enough time to stumble to your feet, blanket held protectively in front of your body - you’re not completely nude, but a tanktop and panties aren’t exactly what you want Johnny seeing you in.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You hiss, some old instinct making you want to stay quiet even though there’s no one in the house with you.

The look he gives you is almost begrudgingly scolding, his lips tilted up in the corners as he tuts like he’s just barely holding back a smile. “Now, what was that for? I know your happy to see me, no need to start throwin’ things.”

“Johnny,” you scold, heartbeat slowing as the initial fear fades. “What the hell are you doing in my room? We haven’t spoken in years, you can’t just show back up-”

“Aw, I knew you missed me,” he grins, easily interrupting you and stepping almost within arms reach, water bottle discarded on your dresser. “Figured you didnae want to hear from me, I’d have written if I knew you’d be so crabbit.”

You splutter a bit, spine straightening in offense. “You’re breaking into my house! I have more than a right to be- what’d you say? Crabbit?”

His smile only grows and he steps closer, making you instinctually take a step back. “I don’t mind, lass. ‘S always fun to coax a pretty thing out of an ugly mood.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire as you splutter, your heart only beating faster as Johnny prowls forward, eyes dragging down your body like he wants to eat you alive. 

“I like your PJs, bonnie,” he rumbles, reaching out a hand to drag his finger down one of the straps of your tank top. “Did you match your panties just for me?”

Yous hiss and smack his hand away, one hand crossing tight over your chest to try and regain some amount of modesty. “How could I have dressed for you when you’re breaking in? This is ridiculous, you need to go, Johnny-”

You hardly even notice as he slowly pushes you backward, his chest pressed against yours until there’s no more room to pull away from him, the wall at your back a cold shock.

“Go?” He tilts his head, eyes big and round and you know the bastard isn’t as innocent or well-meaning as he’s trying to look. “But I just got here, bonnie. We haven’t even fucked yet.”

You rear back at the crass language, face flushing with heat. “What- we’re not going to-” You stumble over your words, pressing further back against the wall when his hands - rough, calloused, so much bigger than they used to be - grab both of your elbows to keep you still. “We’re not having sex,” you finally manage to choke out.

His grin is shark-like, sharp and verging on mean as he ducks his face closer to yours, lowering his voice to match your volume. “Why not? You look hungry, lass, don’t you want a little help? My fingers are bigger than yours, bet I can reach further up in your pretty cunt than you can.”

You gape for a moment, mouth moving as you think about saying any number of things, each of them dying before they cross your lips. This Johnny is so far from the lanky teenager who shoved you as you passed him in the hallway, and even further from the little boy who refused to be your first kiss because of your cooties. You have no idea how to deal with this invasive adult Johnny.

Your hands are small against his broad chest, and you press against him with just a hint of pressure, hoping he’ll take your hint and lean away. He doesn’t, only pushes himself closer and gives you some of his weight to hold up. 

“Johnny, come on,” you try, pushing a little harder and only getting yourself more firmly pinned against the wall. “We can- let’s get lunch tomorrow, okay? We can talk then.”

Johnny doesn’t respond at first, only ducks down and presses his face into your throat. You stiffen at the feeling of his damp breath against your skin, the slight brush of his teeth chasing goosebumps down your spine. Your breath hitches when you feel a distinct shape against your stomach, his hardness pressing into you.

“I can’t leave now, bonnie,” he says against your throat, groaning and grinding himself against you just once. “Ye’ve got me all worked up, I’ll die if you make me go.”

“Johnny…” you whine, wrapping your hands around his biceps and squeezing.

“I’ll make it good for you, don’ worry,” he reassures, hands shifting from the wall to wrap around your waist. “Might be a tad selfish once we get goin’, but you’ll have your fun.”

You can’t do much but squirm as one of his hands slips down beneath your bottoms, large hand cupping you. Your squeak is entirely unintentional when his fingers begin to explore without any reservations, your face hot with embarrassment at how quickly your body reacts.

Johnny doesn’t lift his head far, only enough to mouth at your jaw and leave little sucking bites. His free hand, the one not stroking your clit and drawing out wetness from your core, drifts up enough to palm one of your breasts.

“Johnny,” you breathe, incapable of saying anything but his name.

You can feel his smile against your skin, and you arch further into him when he slides one thick finger inside of you. His fingers are bigger than yours, enough for you to worry about the size of other parts of him.

“You’re so tight for me, lovie. Gonna squeeze me just right, huh?” His fingers crooks inside of you at just the right angle, and your hips jerk forward on instinct as you cry out. “Pretty thing, can’t believe I never had this back in school.”

“What-” You start, cutting yourself off with a gasp that melts into a moan as he pushes another finger inside of you. You’re more than wet enough to take it, but everything seems to be moving at hyperspeed, and you can’t keep up. “Oh, that’s- what’re you talking about?”

He huffs against your jaw, nosing up a little further to press against your cheek as his hot breath washes over you. “You’re so pretty lass, had me hard as iron every day when we were kids. Wasn’t very nice, huh bonnie? Walkin’ around in those cute skirts and - fuck, your pretty blush… drove me fucking insane.”

You yelp at the sudden stretch of three fingers, pushing up onto your toes to try and jerk away, but Johnny just follows you, thumb stroking cruelly over your clit.

“Just wanted to bend you over,” he groans, pressing his hips into your stomach and gripping your breast tight enough that you worry you’ll bruise. “Wanted to put you on your knees, on your back, fuck, woulda done anything for just a peek at this pretty cunt.”

“Jo-hnny,” you hiccup, melting against him as the pleasure begins to overwhelm you, everything else fading as you creep closer to an orgasm you’re not even sure you want. “I don’t-”

“Hush,” he hisses, smacking your tit lightly and ignoring your cry of shock. “Lemme get you off here, then I’ll fuck you, yeah? Gonna split you open on my cock, show you what you coulda had years ago, gonna fuck you dumb.”

He finally presses his lips to yours, swallowing your moans and cries as they slowly grow in volume. Your hips buck against his hands as you chase an orgasm, unable to do anything more than pant into Johnny’s mouth as he licks into yours, tongue exploring every bit he can reach.

Your orgasm absolutely melts you, leaves you weak and limp pinned between the wall and the man you’d once known so well. Johnny’s breathing almost as hard as you, every part of him pressed fully against you. He’s all heat and solid man, forcing you to ride out every euphoric wave of your orgasm.

You’re a little glassy eyed by the end of it, knees weak and mind even weaker. You’re vaguely aware of your hands lightly pushing at him as he lifts you by the thighs, dropping you carelessly onto the bed.

“Fuck,” Johnny hisses, tearing your clothes from your body like they’re nothing. You whine when he presses kisses to your stomach, those kisses quickly turning to sucking bites that have you arching and running a hand through his mohawk. 

He doesn’t bother to take off his shirt - too busy licking his way up to your tits for that - but the sound of his belt dropping to the floor and his jeans following is loud in the quiet of your bedroom.

When he takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking like he’s trying to physically pull more moans from you, you arch off the bed with a near squeal. He’s hunched over you as he settles firmly above your prone form on the bed, knees between your thighs and keeping them spread.

“Slow- slow down,” you gasp, tapping at his shoulder a bit frantically as you feel the thick - so thick - length of him press against your drooling center. “Johnny-!” 

Your cry melts into a long, drawn-out moan as Johnny forces himself inside of you with one mean thrust. Three fingers somehow wasn’t enough prep for you to take him comfortably, his cock leaving you teary eyed and writhing on the bed as he bottoms out in just seconds. You feel like you’ve been impaled, the breath forced from your chest as you dig your nails into his shoulder and try despertley to breathe through the stretch.

“There,” Johnny pants above you, lips pink and swollen from his kisses. “There ye go, bonnie, good fuckin’ girl for me. Coulda - shit, shit - coulda had this years ago, huh?” His head drops low, eyes boring into yours as he pulls back and thrusts back into you sharply, forcing another cry from your lips. “See how good it feels? I can make you feel so good, pretty girl, promise.”

“Johnny, c’mon,” you gasp, scratching down his shoulder blades and pulling him close. Any reservations you had have been fucked out of you in just a few thrusts, and even despite your recent orgasm your clit throbs with need. “C’mon, you can- you can move.”

His smile is sharp above you, his own pupils blown wide and his shirt sticking to his sweat-slick skin. “Yeah? Want me to fuck you harder?”

You whine high in your throat, throwing your head back and hitching your hips higher as he finds a pace that works, his hips slamming against the backs of your thighs when you wrap them around his waist. You’re half off the bed with the position he’s got you in, his arms scooping you up around your back so he can lavish more attention across your tits.

Every breath you take leaves you in a moan or a cry, the pleasure he’s punshing into you almost overwhelming. You feel fevered, desperate in a way you never have before as you claw desperately at Johnny’s scalp, tugging his hair until he moans.

“So tight for me,” he slurs against your chest, drooling as he switches from one nipple to the other. “Drivin’ me fuckin’ mad, bonnie, could stay in this cunt forever, shit.”

“Johnny,” you gasp, eyes screwed up tight as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to a second peak. “You’re so… fuck, so big, I can’t… can’t breathe.”

“Yeah?” He asks, looking up at you and pushing himself up enough to press kisses to your lips. “‘M fuckin’ the air right out of you, huh? Fuckin’ you so good you can’t breathe?”

“Yeah,” you keen, your body beginning to tense as you begin to taste your orgasm. “Feel so good, Johnny, please, I’m so- I’m so close, c’mon…”

“Yes, yes,” he chants against you, his lips brushing over every bit of your face he can reach, tongue darting out to lick up the few stray tears slipping from your eyes. “Squeeze me tight, c’mon, come for me, lass, you can do it.”

He doesn’t give up his tight hold on you to rub your clit, but you find that you don’t need him to, the combination of his thrusts and everything about the situation bringing you to a powerful enough orgasm that your vision whites out for a moment. Your throat is sore as you shout, and the fabric of Johnny’s shirt is loose around where your fingers have dug in mercilessly.

“Fuck, tight as a vice, fuck, fuck,” Johnny moans, his own face screwed up in pleasure as he loses any rhythm he had before, fucking you like a fleshlight. He leans back and pulls you up with him, holding you chest to chest with him and burying his face into your neck as you hold onto him for dear life. 

He buries his teeth right above your pulse as he comes, working his hips in small, jerky thrusts to milk himself as you tighten up around him. Your breath is synced with his, both of you panting desperately and soaked in sweat.

You’re still reeling as he begins to recover. Before you can even muster enough strength to let your thighs fall away from his hips, he’s falling forward onto the bed and laying both of you out on your sides, his hold on you not loosening at all. He takes half a second to throw his shirt across the room, then presses you so close that your tits are all but flat against his chest.

He’s uncharacteristically silent as the two of you share breaths, each of you slowly floating back into your bodies. The only emotion you can really muster is shock - how is it that Johnny, your best friend turned biggest bully, just fucked you better than any man you’ve been with before? It feels, in some absurd way, unfair.

“We’ll have to talk about this,” you say quietly, once your heartbeat has almost evened out and your breaths are coming evenly. 

Johnny only hums, one big hand moving down to hitch your thigh back around his waist, tilting your body so somehow even more of your skin is pressed against his. “Sure, bonnie,” he murmurs, voice half muffled from where his face is pressed into your hair. “Tomorrow.”

“I’m serious, Johnny,” you try, one hand resting on his ribs. “You broke into my house.”

“Hmm,” he hums, taking a deep breath of your scent and letting it out contentedly. “I’ll say sorry in the mornin’. Sleep now, though.” His voice is almost pleading, his grip on you tightening for just a moment, one hand behind your back and the other resting on your ass. You feel like a stuffed animal, but you’re too pleasure-sated to really mind.

“Alright,” you agree, settling into his hold fully and letting your mouth rest against his collarbone as your eyes flutter shut. “Tomorrow.”

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☠︎ 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 (true form! Sukuna x fem/afab! reader)

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♱ 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇[𝐞𝐫]!! (serial killers! Toji + Sukuna x fem! reader)

Next time, look around the area before you say you find a serial killer attractive. Because you’re about to see what mess your words will have you end up in — and your clothes all torn up.

☠︎ 𝐓𝐢𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐔𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐞, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐞 (rigger! geto x fem! reader!)

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Finding out your boyfriend's a vampire was far from the chill evening you planned with him. But you can't lie, imagining those fangs sinking down on and sucking on your skin....it's kinda hot.

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Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

☠︎ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 (Toji x fem! reader)

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Taking a loner like you to the prom was, at first, an easy bet for the most popular kid in school. What he didn't expect, however, is to fall madly in love with you — and how that love brings hell on supposedly the best night of senior year...

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[torukmaktoskxawng]

the perfect fit

Pairing: Aged up!Ao'nung x Aged up Fem!Metkayina!Reader

Request by: @froggieface

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, aged-up characters, rough smut, p in v, mentions of choking, nudity, creampie, cock warming, dirty talk, etc.

Words: 3k+

Taglist: @aonungmyaddiction (because you wanted to be tagged in anything Ao'nung related. I hope that's still okay!)

Prompts used: #17, Stealing or Sharing Clothes

Na'vi Words: ilu - plesiosaur like animal, marui - home/pod, tewng - loincloth, yawne - beloved, tsaheylu - the bond

A/N: Doesn't correlate with any Kinktober prompts, except for choking but we already surpassed that lol. Thanks for the wait and enjoy my first avatar x reader smut :) I did stray away from certain aspects from the original request so I'm sorry about that, was desperate to get it done.

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It all started when Ao'nung had been in an ilu incident earlier that week. When helping herd a predator away from the reef, his ilu was startled and began to buck and swim wildly to the point where the poor thing couldn't figure out which way was up or down. Amidst the chaos, Ao'nung had been flung and shoved into bystanding coral, cutting up part of his right arm. His hunting party brought him home immediately after scaring away the danger. It was only a superficial, non-threatening wound. The cut was long but not deep, and Ao'nung had barely bled, but to refrain from swelling, his mother advised him not to wear his usual adornments on his arm for the rest of the week.

This brings Y/n to her current predicament, trying to find something new to wear for tonight's upcoming celebration for the new season. Scrounging around hers and Ao'nung's shared marui, she was partially frustrated that she hadn't made something new for this event even though she had known about it for weeks. Rummaging through her things, she had come up with some old tops and loincloths she hadn't worn in a while and thought they would be perfect for tonight's event. She might as well refresh her old style and make it new and exciting as she wanted to stand out, but over the years, she had started changing her style so much to the point where none of her current jewelry matched the older clothes. So now she was frustrated with herself that she, yet again, didn't make anything new for the festivities. 

She decides to rummage around her mate's things and immediately finds his armband, the one Ao'nung always wore but currently wasn't due to his small arm injury. Y/n beams while holding the armband, running her thumb over the sea hemp weaving and the scattered iridescent shell chips. She goes to place the band on her respective arm and feels a small pang of disappointment when she realizes it was too large. At the same time, she felt amused, and her cheeks felt warm, knowing that her mate's arms were more prominent. Scrambling for ideas on what to do with the armband instead, a small, devious thought crossed Y/n's mind.

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Later at the celebration, Ao'nung will see what devious thought that would be for himself. He hadn't been able to meet back up with Y/n before the day turned to night and the festivities rolled around.  The communal fire was set ablaze, and the drums and singing had already started before Ao'nung finally caught a glance of his lovely mate.

He and Rotxo were standing off to the side and watching the dancers swirl around the fire like a wave, working forward and back on the shoreline. Ao'nung was looking around to see if he could spot Y/n among all the dancers before Rotxo nudged him, grabbing his attention. His friend is pointing off to the long row of dancers, eyebrows scrunched in confusion and recognition.

"Hey. Isn't that your armband?"

Ao'nung follows Rotxo's gaze and his finger, finally finding Y/n in the crowd. She was wearing a beautifully beaded top and a matching loincloth that Ao'nung didn't recognize, but greatly appreciated the way the outfit looked on his mate's body, admiring how the band holding up her loincloth hugged her hips and accentuated the color of her skin, making the cloth itself look as though its covering Y/n by itself. The top was made of seagrass dyed a light blue color, so light to the point where it nearly blended in with the rest of Y/n, giving off the impression she was practically nude. Many bystanders' jaws dropped and they had to look a second time just to realize that she was, in fact, clothed, then they all continued to watch her in awe. Y/n was none the wiser, more focused on the dancing than the people around her.

And settled around her neck, acting as a choker, was Ao'nung's favorite iridescent shell armband.

Ao'nung's eyes could not leave her neck, gaze completely fixated on that very familiar armband that Y/n was treating as a necklace. It was a perfect fit, he noted in amazement and a growing fascination. A band that could easily fit over his arm was now perfectly snug against his mate's beautiful neck and Ao'nung almost envied it. He envied the fact that his armband was currently wrapped around Y/n's neck and whatever warmth that was growing in his gut made it known. The flash of hot jealousy blazes through Ao'nung's body, heating up his skin in a way the communal fire couldn't, his envy perfectly residing alongside the hot desire he also felt. He had to refrain from gaping like a fool by clamping his mouth shut, forcefully swallowing back whatever stupid sounds he nearly let out at the sight of his woman.

Y/n could feel eyes on her, all around the ceremonial fires. So many people were looking at her, and while she didn't visibly show it, her skin was hot under so much attention, but her mind was only focused on one. Her gaze flicks to the spot where she last saw Ao'nung, and to her delight, he was already staring at her, unwavering while Rotxo was none the wiser. Y/n knew that look from anywhere, and a warm stirring made itself known between her legs, fired by the heated gaze that was her mate. Suddenly, Y/n didn't feel up to dancing anymore. At least, not the public celebrating kind.

She easily slipped away from the party without any protests, waiting until the song changed to swiftly break from the dance circle. Her skin cooled as she drew further away from the bonfires, walking into the night, her feet sinking into the sand. Y/n made her way to the nearest floating pathway and lifted herself up, standing up straight and peering over her shoulder back the way she came. Sure enough, another figure had crept away from the celebration, and her adrenaline stirred once more when she recognized the hair and tattoos anywhere. The figure was heading toward Y/n, picking up speed, and so, while barely containing her excitement, the young woman turned and sprinted down the walkways weaving through the village, never taking the time to look back again until she could get to the marui.  

Not a second into stepping into her home, Y/n was ambushed by the figure that caught up behind her, a laugh forced out of her lungs when large, strong arms wrapped around her from behind and carried her further into the pod. Catching her breath, Y/n's laughter was quickly replaced by breathy moans as Ao'nung swiftly hid his face and kissed her neck. He didn't start off slow or gentle, his teeth only determined to mark and brand, especially around the area where his armband rested around her neck.

The moment she tried to grind her backside against his loincloth earned a low growl from him before he purposely pulled away, spinning her around to face him. Y/n immediately leaned in for a kiss, but instead, Ao'nung grabbed her arms and shoved her down onto the sleeping mat, just hard enough to get her to gracefully trip and get his point across. Once lying on her back, Y/n's heart stuttered with the way her mate stood over her, strong shoulders rising and falling with his heavy breaths, muscles clenching up and down his arms as his hands curled into tight fists. He looked feral, teeth grinding together to further show just how much he was restraining himself from practically tearing her apart, only doing so with his eyes, the color in his orbs vanished in exchange for the deep-rooted hunger.

Ao'nung watches his woman for a moment, her body laid out on the mat, squirming under his gaze, eyes completely fixed on him. Her top was barely covering her hardening nipples, her breasts rising and falling quickly to compliment her small, excited gasps of air. She makes a subtle movement, her knees knocking together as she closes her legs. She thought Ao'nung wouldn't notice, but all of his senses were heightened in his arousal and his eyes quickly darted to the small movement. Y/n whimpered, wishing to rub her legs together for some much-needed friction, but felt her whole body freeze under her husband's gaze, unwilling to move without his permission.

The marui slipped into silence while Ao'nung's eyes raked up and down her body, analyzing her, before another growl slipped out of his lips and he knelt down, crawling over his mate's body and pressing his hips to flush against hers. She lets out a small gasp, arching her back to meet his body heat, wishing more than anything to grind against his loincloth. Aside from pressing down onto her, he doesn't move the way she needs him to. Instead, he ducked his head back down into the juncture of her neck, his words hot and prickling her skin, "You have no idea what you do to me, wearing that around your neck. Do you have any idea how much self-control I had to quickly gain before I could foolishly march over to you and put my hand around its respective spot, right around your throat?"

She felt her whole body shiver, closing her eyes as she tried to imagine it. Her womb definitely flutters at the idea of Ao'nung marching up to her in the middle of a party, not caring if other people see when he wraps his hand around her neck and squeezes. She imagined other things, too, like Ao'nung taking her right in the middle of that celebration, never letting up until she orgasmed at least three times. 

Her thoughts are cut short as he begins to kiss down her body while his hand lightly rests on her collar, just shy of her neck, "Imagine all the restraint I had to possess before I could make it known how jealous I was to see my armband around your throat when my hands are literally right here, ma'yawntu."

His kisses reach below her belly button and her legs move on their own to create room for him, spreading apart despite the desire to rub together and create friction. She finds comfort in his weight pressing down between her legs, pushing her tewng aside as she sighs up at the ceiling, "I'm sorry. You can wrap your hands around me now, husband. Right where they belong."

"No," she squirms and whimpers as his hot breath fans over the wetness that began to slowly leak from her pussy, "You don't get whatever you want after pulling a stunt like that. You don't get to have the rush of my fingers tightening around your throat tonight. You should've thought of that before taking my armband as a replacement," his fingers that lay on her collar faintly tap the shells of her new choker, "Now, as punishment, you get to keep wearing this... and only this."

He pulls away from the heat of her cunt and she softly cries at the loss. He moves his way up her body again, removing both of their clothing as he goes, until there is nothing left between them other than the choker, as promised. And Eywa above, the moon was peeking through their home and reflecting off of the damned piece of jewelry, hugging Y/n's neck gently and glowing as if it was made of magic. She looked like a goddess, her cheeks flushed and hair in disarray, the glowing necklace further complimenting the lust in her eyes, half-lidded while looking up at her mate. Ao'nung would normally take the time to memorize this moment, distracted by her beauty and wishing to draw out every soft sigh and moan out of her perfectly formed lips. But the glint coming off of the choker quickly reminded him of the possessiveness he felt earlier, and suddenly he was going back to ravaging her body, relentless in making her squeal and move either away or toward his mouth wherever he kissed or bit down. He was charged up and barely able to form a clear thought through the haze in his head, his instincts only focusing on one thing.

She was so caught up in the bites and kisses mapping out her skin, she failed to notice that Ao'nung had moved his other hand down his own body and ran his fingers along his bulging slit, urging his huge, leaking erection to slip out. She's not given a warning before she feels his large cock slowly push into her, a little snug and making the most obscured squelching noises. Y/n stutters out a loud gasp, squeezing her eyes shut, "Ah-- agnh-!"

She's barely wet enough to make the intrusion easy, so there's a pleasant pain mixing in with the pleasure, that familiar tightness deep in her gut slowly forming, warm with a promise of undeniable pleasure. With her eyes closed, she's unable to see when Ao'nung will be fully seated into her, so the sensation that he was still slowly pushing in only heightened her desperation for more. Imagine her surprise when she thought he was all the way in and he still kept going. It was agonizingly slow and she held her breath through it all, right up until she felt the tip of his cock prod against the soft wall of her womb, his pelvis now flushed against hers once again, finally fully seating him inside her tight, warm walls.

There wasn't any time for adjusting as Ao'nung quickly pulled out and thrust back in, moving his mate up the mat at the force of his hips. Y/n could only take it, knowing her own hips would bruise in the morning by the strength of his thrusts, pistoning in and out of her wet heat, "Ah-- Ao'nung! W-Wait--"

Her words had the opposite effect, and Ao'nung's hands reached down to tightly grab hold of her legs, lifting them up into the air and pressing them down against Y/n until her knees were practically hugging her head, folding her in half. It's just the leverage he needed to go faster, mercilessly pounding into her body, showing off his fangs as he watched his cock spread her glistening lower lips apart, the tight muscle ring hugging around him now puffy from the abuse. The stretch is erotic and borderline painful, filling Y/n without any chance of leaving any room inside while her hands frantically look for a perch to hold onto. One hand grabs the back of her own thigh while the other finds its home around the back of Ao'nung's neck. The pinch of her eyebrows that usually represents pain finally smoothens out into pleasure around the same time Ao'nung noticed it was getting easier to thrust in and out, the wet slick from her pussy drenching both of their thighs and sticking whenever their hips meet. 

Ao'nung slips out a groan when he feels the tightness of her walls clenching around his length, gripping him in waves of ecstasy, "Feels... so good..."

"Don't stop," Y/n tilts her head back to lean against the mat, her neck fully exposed and presenting that sinful armband that got this whole thing started, "Oh, Eywa, please don't stop!"

"First you wanted me to wait, now you don't want meet to stop," the glint in his eye was dangerous as a grin slowly formed on his lips, presenting his fangs again. He clicks his tongue while shaking his head, "Tsk, which will it be, yawne?"

"Mmf!" Her answer is silenced by the sharp thrust of his hips pushing into hers once more, the tip of his cock hitting just the right spot to make her see stars, "O- Oh! Do that again, please! Feel so good, Ao'nung-! So strong and--"

She cuts herself off when his cock thrusts back in and hits her sweet spot once more, drawing an elongated moan out of her lips. Taking a deep breath, Y/n pleasantly feels her new choker gently hugging her neck when inhaling, only for the air to get knocked out of her again when Ao'nung pulls out and shoves his way back into her dripping pussy, gritting through his teeth when feeling his length begin to tighten and leak, "And?"

Tears began to prick in the corner of her eyes. Her peak felt so close and yet so far away like a crash waving that was quickly receding back and forth, back and forth, denying her that climax, "Big! It's so big. Please, my love, please don't stop!"

A coil snaps and Ao'nung's movements suddenly turn primal. He stops thrusting for only a moment, making Y/n cry and spill her tears, desperate and frustrated for her release. He makes quick work to lie down on his side and pull Y/n into his arms, his cock still buried to the hilt inside of her. Tightening his strong arms completely around her body, he's got his mate completely restrained, pressed tightly against the front of his body as he finally moves his hips again, quicker than before and pounding into her bruised cunt without any sign of stopping. Y/n's cries and hot pants in his ear only drive the animal out of him, his arms further tightening around her like a constricting snake, taking whatever he wants without any room for denial. His cock was so unbelievably hard now and pulsing, desperate for release, his thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic, "Yawne... fuck, yawne I need you to cum before me. Can you do that? Can you cum on this cock before this cock cums inside you?"

The promise of Ao'nung finishing inside her thrills Y/n to the point she felt lightheaded, her imagination running wild with her pussy clenching around his cock at the very thought of it, drawing out another string of curses from him. He has one of her legs wrapped around his waist in this position, splitting her open on his fat cock and dragging his length against her walls over and over again, each time hitting her cervix with his tip, right where he knows will have her seeing stars. Her thighs begin to tremble, unable to writh against him with his arms so tight around her.

She whimpered as he purposely stopped and dragged a slow, long thrust in and out of her, not speeding up until she finally remembered to answer, "Yes-- Yes! I wanna cum on your cock, Ao'nung. I need it so bad, fuck! I need you to cum inside of me. Please, claim me."

His hips pick up speed again and she has to bite her tongue to refrain from screaming, instead letting choked-out whines escape her throat. On top of his hips thrusting in and out of her, Ao'nung also uses his arms to move Y/n up and down on his cock, her nipples dragging up and down along his chest as he does so and driving her to gasp and spill all sorts of words out of her lips, praises and nicknames and curses and none of them entirely put together. The coil in her belly is wound so tight, practically oozing out the warm honey within, but not snapping and releasing. It's all too much and not enough to the point that Y/n is dumb on words and spewing nonsense. 

All she could smell was sweat and arousal and him, eyes still stinging with tears while the inside of her thighs are full of slick and Ao'nung's cock, pulsing inside her whenever he thrusts in, just as desperate to let go. She tilts her head up to look at him and watches as he grits his teeth, eyebrows furrowed together with eyes screwed shut, trying to focus so as not to cum early. He's whining and moaning, hissing between his teeth, his sweat sticking his curls to his face. He opens his eyes and looks down, seeing her eyes on him. Without a second thought, he reaches a hand up and curls into the hair on the back of her head, pulling until she bares her neck to him. Pain blooms where he pulled her hair and further blooms on her neck as he sinks his teeth into it, his growl vibrating into her skin and sending shockwaves down her body, "Cum for me, mate. Cum on my cock now."

She screams, holding onto him for dear life as the coil finally snaps, sending both herself and Ao'nung over the edge. Her walls were sporadically fluttering around him as she climaxes, strangling his cock until Ao'nung let out a guttural noise and his cock finally spills everything inside her, coating her walls and spurting thick ropes into her cervix. He couldn't help the loud panting groans he let out into her neck as his balls continued to empty, keeping it all trapped inside his mate.

He initially tries to stop, stilling his hips while continuing to pump and fill his love to the brim, but then her hands find his waist and urge him closer. Her voice is broken and a little hoarse as she desperately grinds down onto his dick, "Keep going... keep going, please!"

He does what she begs for and it's fucking amazing. Ao'nung had to grind his teeth together so that his moans and whimpers weren't heard outside of their marui, his cock now oversensitive from the continuous friction, a feeling he's never felt before since he's never fully ridden out his high. The friction also hits Y/n's clit with how close they're pressed together, and her eyes roll back into her head as another wave of pleasure runs through her, though more calm and minuscule compared to the last.

Ao'nung finally slows to a stop but doesn't pull out, keeping his softening cock inside of her, too warm and comfortable to even think about moving, her walls now rhythmically pulsing around him. The exhaustion doesn't hesitate to take over, arms and legs wrapped around one another to a point where it's uncertain where one begins and another ends. Y/n pleasantly wonders if she should wear Ao'nung's armband more often, and perhaps the next time he decides to fuck her to oblivion they will remember to form tsaheylu before they get too desperate to properly think.

~~~~~~~~~

A/N: Y/n's ceremonial outfit is a small nod toward Marilyn Monroe's "Happy Birthday, Mr. President" dress, when the dress gave off the initial impression that Marilyn was nude and sent the audience gasping in shock when she walked on stage and took off her coat.

[alienatedtsuki]

Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke [Kinktober 2023 Part I]

It's Kinktober, baby! I am not creating anything but recommendations, so let's go. I want to start with one of my favourite tropes in the smut for this pairing, this being - Master/Pet | Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke. 

Cumslut by pedosoka Naruto and Sasuke didn't show up for training, and Sakura and Ino go see if everything is okay with their precious Sasuke-kun. Or, Sakura, Ino, and Sai walk in on Sasuke, getting his back blown out by Naruto and his shadow clones. - You read this summary right. There is all I love: Sakura bashing, the use of shadow clones(I probably should add it to my "Oh, how useful are these shadow clones" post), and the Master/pet dymanic.  NaruSasu | Master Naruto | pet Sasuke | Sakura bashing | accidental voyeurism | orgy | Naruto uses Shadow Clones | Saying "I love you" is hot | Canon AU (3,237)

Sasuke and his sexual dream Naruto by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 This is a fantastic trilogy of relationship development between our boys, where Naruto is top and Sasuke is bottom. They investigate the darker side of Naruto in the last fic with full-blown Dom!Naruto and Sub!Sasuke. They are deeply in love with each other, so Porn With Feelings. 

 Take my virginity away by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 Growing up in a homophobic household, Sasuke never got to experience any romantic or sexual connection. Now that he's an adult, he's afraid no one would want a complete virgin like him. Through an app he finally meet someone who sparks his interest and agrees to rid Sasuke of his cursed virginity to give him the courage to start his real life, his sex life. Shock hits him though when on the other side of the door stands no one other than his old classmate and rival Naruto. - Sasuke is 26 years old, gay and virgin. He wants to get rid of his virginity, and fate gives him Naruto to be his first. As I mentioned earlier, this is NaruSasu only. There are mentions of the use of toys. Basically, this fic is quality first-time fanfic. (Consent is hot as hell.) NaruSasu | First time | light Dom/Sub | Cum eating | light Spanking | Fluff and Smut | Porn With Feelings | Modern AU (15,730)

Steal all that I am by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 Three times that Naruto stole Sasuke's control over his own body, turning him into a horny, submissive, dirty mouth and three times Naruto stole Sasuke's heart, making him stronger, weaker and a whole lot happier. - It's a fantastic continuation of the first fic with a deep dive into their relationship with amazing smut (they delve deeper into their kinks). NaruSasu | moderate Dom/Sub | Cum eating | Spanking | Rimming | Dildos | Fluff and Smut | Porn With Feelings | Modern AU (12,953)

 Tonight I'm yours by Skyheaven @0skyheaven0 Sasuke is devastated from an explosive meet with his homophobic parents. Luckily, his boyfriend Naruto shows him his bag of toys to improve the mood. - Full-blown Dom!Naruto/Sub!Sasuke play, healthy BDSM relationship.  Naruto is so passionate in this role, and Sasuke submits so beautifully for details read the tags.  (I love the part where Sasuke is coming out, and this isn't a fairy tale but a harsh reality and how Naruto helps Sasuke to process his feelings. I will focus on these smut rec posts, mostly on smut reviews. I am sorry if I don't describe the plot that much.) NaruSasu | Dom/Sub | Rough Sex | Bondage | Face-Fucking | Nipple Play | Rimming | Sex Toys | Dildos | Size Kink | Spanking | Creampie | Fisting | Fluff and Smut | Porn With Feelings | Modern AU (15,202)

Enough by IvvyMoon (blue_jack) What lengths will Naruto go to in order to give Sasuke what he needs? - This author is a master, no pun intended, in writing Sub/Dom smut. This is just exceptional. There are so many complicated feelings in this session, but how full of passion this is... It's just a must-read for this smut section. Also, check out the Master/pet NOT finished fic Sasuke, My Pet. NaruSasu | Dom/Sub | public Blow Jobs | Sex Toys | Impact Play | Nipple Play | Spanking | Blindfolds | Porn With Feelings | Angst | Modern AU (11,345)

[takami-takami]

OHHHH THIS IS SO FUN thank you for the tag @aquadenks <3

rules: post the names of all the files in ur wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send u an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have wips!

These are all hawks x reader except one LMAO so i'm just gonna put a brief hint next to them. I'M SO SORRY A LOT OF THIS IS SMUT I STILL HAVE HAWKSTOBER I WANT TO FINISH... I have a feeling this is gonna get people to scratch at me for not finishing these yet, but:

Your God Will Make You Speak in Tongues || Priest!Hawks × Zealot!Reader. This one will probably come out like.... never ever, it's my first slow burn and I want it to be like 50-100k words but I literally need to get better at writing long things first.

Like Father Like Son || a dive into Keigo's morality + history

Touch-Starved || This one is old so I'll have to do a major makeover but, title says it. This one is really cute!

Untitled || this is another substance use support drabble that I might not finish or post because I don't think I'm in the right headspace to be trigger-sensitive so it'd probably come out like, not super comforting?

Do You See Me? I Hope You Don't. || this one is uhhhh probably gonna be one of those fics I keep to me

Two more untitleds on the same topic I probably won't post

Untitled || this one is abt Hawks and his wings, no reader.

Asphyxia || this one is soooo fun like I am unsure if this will get me comments like "um. Weirdge." Or "oh my god kink unlocked" BUT I really like this one!

Nice To Me || being nicies to him, counterpart to Mean to Me (on my kinktober masterlist)

A Case For Psychodynamic Theory || DON'T ASK DON'T ASK DON'T ASK jk its not that bad

Clicker Training || aha

Pretty Boy || aha...

All In a Day's Work || shitty asshole boss! Hawks x employee!reader

Gluttony || panty stealer hawks turned munch. You know how it is.

Untitled || Hawks bullies u for your kinks...

Untitled || More bully!Hawks

Untitled || phone sex lmao

Untitled || he purposefully spoils reader until they literally can't get off without him. On purpose. LMAO.

Untitled || Hawks plays dress up with the reader aww

Untitled || Another sub!hawks, nothin special

Untitled || THE DABI CUCKING FIC MY BELOVED I will finish her eventually. Like this has been in my drafts since spring 2023.

Untitled || omegaverse drabble. Covers my face.

Untitled || foot fetish!Hawks lmao

Untitled || sub!hawks again

Untitled || this is the pred/prey fic

Untitled || puppy!hawks x dominatrix!reader

Untitled || the glove kink one

Untitled || a dark content one

Untitled || possessive!hawks x work partner!reader

Untitled || scummy best friend!Hawks x naive reader

Untitled || being SO mean to him (note to self this is day 25)

Untitled || keigo's first time hitting it raw fic

WOW this is a lot. I will finish them..... God willing.

I tag: actually just steal this and say I tagged you ^-^

[fayes-fics]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

I was tagged by @suspendingtime. Thanks my dear. 🫶🫶 Apologies I'm a little tipsy right now haha. 🤪

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

155. Ahem, hush you. I started writing 18 months ago. When I get a new hobby, I REALLY lean into it.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

481,485. Yup, almost half a million. Again, shhhh.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Bridgerton. Look, I have my hyperfixations, ok?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On AO3:

In His Lap (Short Fic) 181 

Temptation 177 

The Lesson 155 

Insatiable 149 

Are We Friends? 148

Tumblr notes:

Second Son 3,436

Sonnet #29 2,199

Rescue & Ruin 1,841

Awakening 1,827

Temptation 1,788

Wattpad readers:

Innocence, 30,600

Benedict Bridgerton Regency One Shots 23,000

Kinktober 2022 collection 16,300

Anthony Bridgerton Regency One Shots 10,400

Moments 5,800

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes. Always. It's just wonderful to get feedback. I read and respond to every single comment. They mean the world to me, truly.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably No Good Advice. I ended up writing Moments multi-chapter as I (and a friend) couldn't bear the idea they didn't end up together lolol.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them, tbh. I can't write an unhappy ending. Maybe the mushiest is Second Son, Moments, or It Had To Be You.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Luckily not much yet. I did get one hate anon early on. It wasn't about a specific fic, though. It said they didn't know why I had a 'please don't steal my work' disclaimer (the standard one that most writers here use) cos I was delusional that my work was worth stealing. 🤷‍♀️

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, it's my trademark. It's rare when I don't write smut. 😬 I'm not sure what is meant by kind of smut. I've written it all, from vanilla romantic sex to kink threesomes with harnesses and double penetration lol. I haven't had a request yet that I've turned down due to sexual content.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet. The closest I've gotten is It Had To Be You, which is based on When Harry Met Sally.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, sadly, it has happened quite a few times now. I was so fed up with filing copyright takedown notices that I set up a Wattpad account to try to counter it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I've been offered but have turned it down. I have no way to check that any translation would get across the nuance I aim for. So I know that may be anglo-centric, but its how I feel for now.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, but I am always threatening to lolol.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Hmm, tough one. I do love Kanthony tbh.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Benedict as a virgin. I just urghhh.... it's been a WIP for 17 months now. I just dunno why I won't finish it; I just get the feeling I won't.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no bloody idea. I'd prefer readers answer that tbh lol. My inclination is to say I don't have one, except perhaps a willingness to describe sex in ridiculous levels of detail? Is that a strength?

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

World building. I will do anything to shortcut it. I'll find an economical way to describe a situation e.g. she's a widow; they're old friends. Got it? Good! Let's get down to business.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done a smidgeon of French as I studied it for ten years. But I doubt I'd do another language tbh.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Only Bridgerton so far.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Bloody hell, I have no fucking idea. It literally changes depending on my mood. But I don't really care for my own writing that much, all I see is flaws lol. I guess the universe I would most like to write more for one day is Mrs Bridgerton and its sequel. Does that count?

No Pressure Tagging: A couple of my talented writing moots were tagged along with me on this (the lovelies @colettebronte and @eleanor-bradstreet). So lets go: @thebabblingbrookenook @fiction-is-life @ferns-fics @silverhallow @mothdruid @queen-of-the-misfit-toys @urchintoast 😁🧡🧡

[vampyrsutton]

DabiHawks-A/B/O|Breeding

Summary:

Dabi hasn't had a rut since he first presented due to environment and suppressants. The League finds out and demands he take care of himself. The League is also sick of watching Hawks and Dabi pining like fools so when Hawks asks why he can't come to the base?

"Dabi isn't feeling well."

Cue Hawks showing up to be a good hopeful mate and bringing his assumed sick alpha chicken soup- oh you're in rut?

Ao3 Tags:

Breeding, Omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics, Kinktober, Kinktober 2022, Alpha Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Omega Takami Keigo | Hawks, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Anal Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Knotting, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, post-sex cuddles, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Issues, Banter, Quirk Shenanigans (My Hero Academia), Quirk Misuse (My Hero Academia), Cum Inflation, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex, Aftercare, Mating Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor Being An Asshole, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Idiots in Love, Drug Abuse

"I told you not to fucking come here," Dabi growls down at Hawks who he has pinned to the wall. 

He and the entire League had told Hawks not to come in this week. Dabi had told them to give the birdbrain a reason, but either they didn't or he was just an idiot. Either way, Dabi was on the cusp of a rut and the last thing he needed right now was a potential mate showing up in his den like he owned the place. 

Hawks looks like he has been drugged with how fast his pupils pin and his eyes haze over at the overpowering scent of rutting alpha, but, for once, Dabi is thankful for that Commission training that lets Hawks snap out of it fairly fast. 

"Sooo, not a chicken soup kind of not feeling well?" Hawks clarifies, eyes at least clear now even if his ears are pink.

"No, it's fucking not." Dabi snaps, forcing himself to step back enough for Hawks to flee. "Now get out…and leave the soup." 

Hawks raises an unimpressed eyebrow at his tone but reminds himself that the alpha is currently going through it. "The others really need to make better excuses. And why couldn't you just tell me?" 

Dabi huffs, stomping over to his bed so he doesn't have to be so close to the omega's scent. "Shiggy dusted my phone and I haven't exactly had a chance to steal a new one." 

"What?" Hawks asks in confusion. "Why the hell would he do that?" 

Dabi mumbles something petulantly, but unfortunately for him, hawks have great hearing and the hero is no exception. 

"For future reference, I can still hear you. Bird hearing and all that. Also, I would've said yes." Hawks sighs, running a gloved hand over his face. "Dabi, what have we said about talking about shit?" 

Dabi just growls at him, barring long claiming fangs that make Hawks' omega purr. He stops this fairly quickly with a wince, however, looking at the other apologetically. He'd die before he actually apologized, but he hated doing anything Endeavor would have done to them.

"...You said 'would've'. That still apply to now?" He eventually huffs, still refusing to look in Hawks' direction but mostly not wanting to breathe that way.

Hawks' face flushes and he's glad the alpha is looking away so he won't be teased. "I mean, Rumi and a few other pros owe me some days? How long is your rut normally?" 

"No clue. Haven't properly had one since I presented. The old man didn't want anyone challenging him so put me on suppressant and I was too fucked for a while after I 'died' so my body just didn't. The last time one tried to start, I got some suppressants illegally. League found out though and won't let Giran bring more until my shit balances out." Dabi shrugs, eyebrows furrowing in thought. "Going off the first one, like four days? Who knows now though."

Hawks is staring at him in horror and once again having to remind himself that he can't castrate his formal idol…yet. "You did what ?! Dabi, you're 24 fucking years old?! You haven't had a rut in 7 or 8 years?! Let me call Rumi, you’re not getting rid of me now!” 

Dabi just rolls his eyes. “Every last one of you making a big deal out of nothing.”

Hawks just glares at him over his phone as it rings. “Let’s see if you’re saying that in an hour or- Hey! Rumi! So you remember how I covered those three shifts for you when you’re omega had a sudden heat? Mind if I cash in?”

{Finally taking a goddamn break, birdbrain, or did you let another heat sneak up on your dumbass?} Rumi laughs from the other end of the line as the wind crackles through the speaker.

Hawks rolls his eyes. “That’s not until February…or was it January?”

{Hawks, I swear to gods! Yes, I’ll cover your shifts. How many days you need?”

Hawks turns to the window as Dabi glares at him, mouthing ‘hypocrite’. “A week? Maybe more?”

{You taking a whole week off? Everything okay?}

Hawks huffs, looking back over his shoulder to mouth. ‘You’re lucky you’re hot.’ 

“Yeah, everything’s fine just…” Hawks trails off, looking to Dabi for what to say.

“Tell her. I don’t give a shit. Maybe she’ll know more about this.” Dabi signs, thankful that was a thing the Commission made Hawks learn. The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. Being grateful to the Commission twice in one day was not something he wanted to make a habit of.

“Okay, yeah I can tell you. I’m helping myyyy- an Alpha that I know.” Hawks groans at the teasing this gets him through the phone. “Yeah, yeah, it’s great. Anyway. Dumbass has been on suppressants for 7 or 8 years and hasn’t had a rut since he presented. Any advice I guess?”

{HE WHAT ?} Rumi yells through the phone. {Fuck a week, Hawks! I know a few others owe you favors, call them, too. You’ll probably need the whole next week to recover if you even survive! Your chances are probably better trying to get dick from a wild bear, the fuck is wrong with you two?!}

Hawk blinks, flushing a dark red. “I-It can’t be that ba-Da-Babe? You okay?” 

{Who owes you shifts? I’ll call them for you.}

Hawks takes in Dabi’s appearance as the rut finally starts setting in. He’s helped suppressed omegas before, that being far more common, but this is so much different. He can’t even remember if he learned anything on this in training before as he watches his fangs get somehow bigger, claws rip the sheets, his chest heaving in heavy breathes, and there was almost none of that beautiful turquoise left behind the black of his pupils. The worst? best? hardest part was how fast the scent of charred smores, snowstorms, and something unmistakable wild and dangerous but unbelievably alluring all at once fills the room. It conjured visions of being stuck in the house on a snow day, the weather too bad to even enjoy it. It’s scary, deadly even, but in front of a fireplace with the smores you burned on it, you feel safe and protected. It’s the only fiery scent Hawks has ever smelled that causes that feeling and is probably all that truly remains of the big brother Touya, but makes him understand just why the League loves him so much. Then there’s that extra note. It’s almost like a different fire scent, but not? Hawks has yet to put a name to it, but right now it’s taking over his senses, and not even the Commission’s training is going to save him from this as he whines.

{Fuck! Hawks! Names!} Rumi yells, knowing what that sound means.

“Huh? Um, Edgeshot Number 1, Backdraft, Mt. Lady, Kamui. That should be enough right?” Hawks drawls, pupils back to pinpricks and just wanting to go to his alpha.

{Number 1? Why wouldn’t you-Oh my gods, you’re fucking the villain!} 

“Trying to. Thanks, Rumi.” Hawks chuckles.

There are a few curse words on the other side of the line then a sigh. {I’ll come up with something that won’t attract media attention. Stay safe.}

“We will~ Wait!” Hawks pulls himself out of it a little when he smells a sour note to Dabi’s scent. “Tips on the rut thing?” 

{Send some feathers to my house, and I’ll get you guys some stuff. An uncle tried doing that shit to one of my cousins and I heard her first rut after was ugly. You two are the only reason I’m helping him.}

“Thank you, Rumi. Seriously.” He grins, moving the phone away to hang up. “See ya later.”

{Bye-}

“Thanks, bun- tsk. Thanks, Mirko.” Dabi suddenly growls out, feeling genuinely thankful enough to actually say it.

There’s silence on the other end for a moment before Rumi laughs. {One of Japan’s most wanted thanking me. Yeah, no problem. Just know that if you hurt him beyond normal rut shit, Tartarus will be the least of your worries!}

Dabi manages a low laugh of his own, a feral grin on his face. “Don’t worry, hops. I’ll take good care of the baby bird.” He growls, dragging another whine from Hawks.

{Mmm. Gross. Hawks send the feathers while you can still think. Bye!}

With that, she hangs up and red feathers fly out the window as Hawks flies across the room to collide with Dabi and bury his face in the damaged scent gland at his neck. “Dabiii~” He moans, licking futilely at the scent.

Dabi growls, flipping their positions so he’s on top, barring his fangs in Hawks’ face. “No caging me in. Especially right now. Wings should be fine.”

Hawks whimpers, mumbling an apology. “Your scent.”

“Yeah, the working ones are practically dripping.” Dabi snickers, leaning in close. “If you behave, I’ll let you lick it up.”

Hawks makes some chittering sound that’s usually good. “Gods, please~ You smell so good. Fuck so fucking good. It was so hard to finish that call.”

“I haven’t been able to see your pupils since my claws grew.” Dabi chuckles, trailing one down Hawks’ flight suit. “How many have we gone through this month?” 

“Don’t know, and definitely do not care. If you don’t do it, I will.” Hawks growls, pulling at Dabi’s shirt already. “Why were you even wearing this if you were about to be jerking it for the next week?”

“Scent messed you up fast, huh?” Dabi hums, sitting up to remove his shirt and help Hawks out of his. “Same reason we asked you to hide Toga at yours. It’s 7 years of pent-up rut. For all we know, it’s going to be painful and they were going to help if my pride eventually snapped and I couldn’t take it anymore. They’ll still be in and out to scent mark stuff whenever it’s quiet though.”

Hawks blinks, tilting his head. “Aren’t Shigaraki, Spinner, and some college kid mated? That leaves only Compress.”

“Yup and they're secure enough in their relationship to let me borrow Shiggy if it got too bad,” Dabi explains before letting out when a strange mix between a growl and groan rips itself from his throat. “Fuck, Hawks~ Seriously the last chance to back out. I don’t even know what my alpha has planned, he’s just going wild.” 

Hawks lets out his own little growl, pulling Dabi in for a messy kiss and running his tongue along the claiming fangs now protruding from scarred lips. “I have my safe words. Make me need that second week. Fucking ruin me, Alpha.”

Dabi’s pupils somehow manage to expand more as he growls, diving in for another rough kiss before he’s flipping Hawks over so he can get at him without crushing his wings. “You needed that second week anyway, birdbrain, but I’ll guarantee it.” He promises in Hawks ear where he’s leaned himself between the giant red wings to start trailing his tongue and teeth down the omega’s back, making sure to pay plenty of attention to the baby feathers at the base and watching how fast the hero melts. “I don’t know what this will do with my quirk though, so you might want to send most of these out of the room.”

Hawks whines, sending all but the baby feathers and a few at the base out. They were still a major sensitive spot so he obviously had to keep a few and cried out when Dabi wrapped one around his tongue. “Alpha!”

If there was one thing that could get an alpha to bend to their omega’s will, it was calling them alpha, and it seemed Dabi was no different as he growls and continue down until he’s met with Hawks’ already slick-soaked hole. “So wet already, baby bird. I’ve barely even done anything.”

“Believe me I know so how about we fix that!” Hawks snips, yelping when this earns him a bite to his ass cheek. Thank gods claiming only worked on mating glands. 

“Quiet.” Dabi snarls, sounding even less in control than before.

There’s another scent spike and Hawks feel drunk on it as he whines. If the alpha’s scent grows any stronger, Hawks is probably going to be thrown into heat himself. “Please~”

A rumble starts somewhere in Dabi’s chest and Hawks feels him startle at the sound before a quiet curse and long fingers find their way to his hole, claws thankfully retracted. 

"Fuck, you're fucking soaked." Dabi groans as he's easily able to slide two fingers into the base and draw a chirping whine out of Hawks. "I've barely even touched you, baby bird."

"Scent." Hawks moans, wiggling his hips to try and help Dabi find his spot faster. "Cool, safe, strong. Fuck such a strong alpha." There's another gush of slick around long fingers that causes a squelching noise. "Fuck, seriously, reel it back or neither of us will be able to think straight." 

Dabi raises an eyebrow before smirking wickedly. "What's wrong, baby bird? Gonna fall into heat?" 

He slips another finger in and Hawks whines. "If you keep smelling like that and that strongly, probably." 

Dabi snickers, leaning in close. "Well, you know something that sucks about being on suppressants so long?" He bites the other ass cheek. "That's not something I ever learned to do so at least you'll be able to keep up." 

Hawks' eyes widen, briefly wondering just how much the alpha's scent patches would even cost if not stolen. "You've gotta be kidding mE-Fuck!" 

Hawks' complaints are cut off by a pierced tongue being added to the two fingers already working him open. He hears the alpha chuckle behind him before he's whining when the villain sucks at his rim to draw out more slick. 

Dabi drinks in his birdie's taste and slick and can smell the smaller man's scent increasing with his own. It isn't long before he's honestly growling against the hero's now sloppy hole, trying to get every drop of slick can get. Fuck, it was almost intoxicating, the flavor of pine and something wild that makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise as though being stalked by a predator with just a hint of a somewhat salty-sweet flavor. It expands on Dabi's already cozy but dangerous scent to add salted caramel candy and zooms out on the house to reveal a cabin in the woods with wild animals scavenging through the blizzard. Dabi almost wonders if he could get drunk on it.

Hawks, meanwhile, has officially lost all reason as he feels his heat start creeping up on him. Between the alpha's ministrations and overpowering scent telling his omega 'Shhh, it's okay. You're safe. I'll hurt you so good', he honestly stood no chance and he let out a stream of moans, whimpers, and various bird noises that he knew only spurred Dabi on further. 

"Fuck, baby bird." Dabi slurs when he eventually comes up for air. "You are sitting on my face at some point during this shit, but right now, I'm going to fuck you through this shitty mattress." 

Hawks moans at the promise, lifting his ass a bit to better present and he looks over his shoulder with gold eyes all but devoid of pupils at this point. "Please, alpha. Dabi, please. Fuck me, please!" He whines, talons already ripping at the sheets just from the villain's tongue. 

Dabi snarls, slick shining on his chin and across his staples as he wrestles his pants off. 

There's a ripping noise and some distant part of Hawks sighs at the knowledge he'll have to go shopping again, but right now, neither really cares as Dabi groans at the release of pressure on his aching cock before a shocked gasp is heard. 

"Um, pretty bird?" Dabi prods, sounding slightly more lucid and definitely unsure. "It's bigger."

Hawks furrows his brow, having to force his brain to even attempt to catch up to what the alpha might be saying. "What?" 

Hawks forces himself up on shaky arms to see what has Dabi concerned enough to not be fucking him only to release a surprised chirp. "What the fuck?"

"I don't know?! Build up or some shit? My alpha being angry? Fuck if I know!" Dabi growls, frustrated and freaked out. 

Hawks just blinks, staring at the already normally big cock that has somehow grown bigger, and, honestly, it might just be the size of the alpha's knot normally. He hesitates for only a second before he lets his head fall forward in a moan and is back in a presenting position. "Please, Alpha."

Dabi's eyes widen, but his panic had honestly already subsided, his alpha far too eager to get ahold of the willing mate. "You'll definitely need stretched more." He growls out, rut-brain definitely winning right now.

"Noooo~, I can take it dammIT! Ahh~!" Hawks whines as the villain's tongue once again finds his entrance, this time accompanied by three fingers that Hawks is sure will be the death of him. 

Dabi groans into the hole clenching around his tongue, working diligently to get the hero as wet as possible, and enjoying the pleasant fuzz that seems to cloud his brain at the taste. Fuck, he really was gone for the bird, wasn't he?

It's not until he hears something that's a mix between a moan and a caw and a heavy gush of slick coats his tongue that he realizes he made Hawks cum, and a new rumble starts deep in his chest. 

'Mate came. Mate happy. Made mate cum.' He alpha practically purrs.

Dabi chuffs a little, blinking in surprise at the sound, but ultimately shrugging it off to check on his birdie. "You good, baby bird?" 

"Alpha, please~" Hawks begs, normally covered neck barred in submission. Dabi could claim him for all he cares right now, he just wants filled. 

The rumble grows in volume as Dabi leans over Hawks to lick at his scent gland and moan at the taste while he lines himself up. "Fuck, pretty bird. Okay, yeah, you're ready, just fuck you smell so good.”

Hawks chirps happily, his omega pleased with the compliment before letting out a long moan as Dabi sinks inside. Each piercing catches on his rim until Dabi finally manages to seat himself fully to the hilt with a low growl and Hawks talons tear at the sheets as he whimpers about how full he is. If he could figure out how to actually get his hand to his stomach, he was sure he’d be able to feel the alpha at this point and the thought only made him gush more slick. 

“Alpha, please~ Please, I’m ready just please, please fuck me already, please~” Hawks whines, squirming for any kind of friction. 

Dabi snarls, alpha in full control now that his cock is smothered in the omega’s somehow still tight heat, and gives only a few quick test thrusts before he’s gripping the hero’s hips and rutting into him with abandon. Already he could feel himself practically drooling pre and was pretty sure he could knock the hero up on that alone with how much there was. 

Gods, there was an idea. 

Did either have any desire to have pups?

Well, they hadn’t really discussed it. They weren’t really in a position to even consider dreaming of such things, let alone considering actually doing it. Dabi didn’t expect to live past killing his father so had never considered it period, but the thought of filling the hero heavy with his pups?

It was appealing, to say the least, and makes a low growl build in his throat as he went harder. 

“Look at you, omega. Taking my cock so well. Fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry, aren’t you? Gonna stuff you so full of cum. Fuck you full of my pups, baby bird. Gonna look so pretty having to waddle around carrying my pups. Gods, baby bird, you’d look so perfect.” Dabi growls, the sounds of skin against skin filling the room as he bottoms out on every thrust.

Hawks’ eyes widen slightly, but he’s on birth control and his omega is making him cock dumb so he can’t help but coo happily. “Alpha, yes! Please! Harder, deeper! Want your pups, Dabi, please~!” 

Something about Hawks still mixing his name in there, ensuring him that this isn’t just a hormone-induced fuck, makes him strangely happy in a way that he plans to never unpack as the rumble in his chest increases in volume once more. 

Maybe it’s the fact that he hasn’t had a rut in an unhealthy amount of time, maybe it’s just how pretty Hawks looks with his back arched and crying on his cock, maybe it’s the mental image of stuffing Hawks so full of cum that it escapes around his knot and marks Hawks as his in a way that won’t make them liabilities to each other if this all goes to shit. Hawks claims to have fully switched sides now, but Dabi’s been literally and figuratively burned before. Whatever the reason, Dabi can feel his knot swelling already and so can Hawks if the broken cries are anything to go by.

“Dabi, fuck, alpha~ Your knot! Please~! Want your knot! Want you to stuff me a plug me. Fill me with your pups! Please, want your pups! Want you, fuck, Dabi, want you so bad! Please~!’ Hawks babbles in a stream of barely coherent cries that has Dabi entirely short-circuiting and fighting for possibly his literal life to find a brain cell.

“You’re killing me, pretty bird.” He groans, fangs dangerously close to Hawks’ mating gland and body physically shaking with the force to hold himself back. His eyes when Hawks just bares his neck, gold eyes clear long enough to look at him meaningfully.

“You keep saying you want me to have a backup to tell people if everything goes to shit and I have to pretend I never defected.” Hawks pants, barely dragging his own brain cell out of hiding for this. “Not that I’d ever want to go back anyway.” 

Dabi lets out another groan, giving the gland a hard suck just to get a taste as he continues to pound into his perfect little omega. “Look at you, so brilliant, doing so good, taking my knot so well,” He growls, rhythm starting to stutter as his knot starts catching. Yeah, that’s definitely bigger than normal. “Nothing’s going to be able to escape around this thing, there’s no way you won’t be knocked up. Gonna look so good carrying our pups. Even if they’d be little gremlins.” He half laughs before groaning when Hawks clenches around him. “Fuck. You like that idea, don’t you, baby bird? Want me to fill you up until you’re swollen with cum? Gods, I wanna mark you so bad. Make sure the whole of fucking Japan knows just who you belong to inside and out. How does that sound, pretty bird? Want me to mark up that pretty little neck of yours with a nice big claiming bite to show off to all your pompous hero friends? Hm?”

Hawks cries out when his alpha sucks at his gland, his omega hoping he likes the taste before all further logic once again leaves the den when he feels the what has to be baseball-sized knot start catching his rim and grinding against his prostate. “Yes, please~ Fuck, Dabi, please~!” He cries, trying to fucking himself back on the knot threatening to break him in half. 

Another growl echoes through the room before Dabi is burying himself to the hilt as his knot pops and he starts filling Hawks with what is definitely an ungodly amount of cum while his fangs burry right themselves into the omega’s mating gland with a feral snarl.

Hawks’ vision whites out as all of the combined sensations make him cum hard on the sheets beneath him. He can distantly feel pain on his hips and hear his omega purring and cheering about the strong alpha marking him, but otherwise just kind of floats for a bit. When he finally starts to come back around, he realizes the purring might have actually been his own and coos happily when his purr is met with an equally happy rumble from Dabi.

“You back, baby bird?” Dabi hums in his ear as he runs a rough hand over Hawks’ already swollen stomach. When had Dabi turned them on their side?

“Mhmm.” Hawks nods sleepily, moaning a little when he realizes Dabi is in fact still cumming. “I’m going to be gushing cum when you finally pull out, aren’t I?”

“Alpha is convinced I have seven years of mating to make up for so probably.” Dabi shrugs against his back as he goes back to licking at the fresh mating mark. “You sure about this, baby bird? I know a guy who can remove it if not?”

Hawks coos at the attention to his slightly sore gland before letting out a little growl of his own and gripping the arm slung over his stomach. “Mine. I’m biting you next round.” He tries to glare over his shoulder before his eyes widen and he looks away. “Unless you don’t?”

A much more threatening growl than the omega’s fills the room and Hawks bares his neck making Dabi wince. “Shit, sorry, pretty bird. Don’t do that. I don’t want you subservient unless you want to be. I wanted to mark, and you’re more than welcome to mark me if you can find the damn thing under all the scar tissue.”

Hawks’ purr grows louder at this as he glares at the scars like a challenge. “I will,” he swears before his eyes widen when something angry and red catches his eyes. “Uh, Dabi?”

“Pretty sure I saw a pharmacy bag in the stuff that flew through the window if you want to fly those over so I can tend to it while we’re still locked together,” Dabi answers instead, hand gesturing lazily at the window and subsequent pile of bags in question. 

Hawks chirps happily, both he and his omega pleased with how quickly his alpha has taken to taking care of him even though Dabi always has anyway. Probably mating hormones or something. Whatever it is, Hawks pushes it aside in favor of flying the bags from Rumi over and shuffling them until they find the pharmacy one. 

“Guess she knew your quirk might go a bit nuts.” Hawks chuckles, handing the bag back to the alpha who immediately fishes out the burn treatment stuff to start tending to the angry handprints now on Hawks’ hips.

“According to Spinner, that’s pretty normal. Shigaraki can barely poke his head out the door before being pulled back inside when Spinner’s in rut so I’m guessing Rumi just assumed.” Dabi shrugs, carefully tending to the tender flesh.

Hawks hums in consideration before his eyes widen as he realizes Dabi can never find out who Rumi’s mate is. “Yeah, uh, sounds reasonable.”

Dabi looks at him funny for the weirdness in his reply but doesn’t question him on it as he struggles to turn and pull him so Dabi is leaning against the wall with Hawks’ back against his chest so he can get the other hip. “Fly the soup over here. I should be able to get my quirk to behave enough to warm it up so we can eat before it starts back up. The others will probably check in after a few more rounds.”

Hawks nods, sending feathers over to bring the abandoned soup to them. “Hopefully they won’t be too annoyed I misunderstood.”

Dabi shrugs, heating up the soup once he’s done with Hawks’ other hip and taking a spoon offered by a feather. “They should’ve gone with something else.” He hums, checking the temp before offering some to Hawks. “Eat.”

Hawks blinks, glancing down at his swollen stomach. “Um, I’m pretty sure you lost a lot more fluids than me, hot stuff.”

“Probably, but instincts are screaming at me to baby you so eat.” Dabi deadpans, inching the spoon closer.

Hawks can’t help but smile, rolling his eyes as he does as requested before taking the other spoon from another feather. “Fine, you turn then.”

They continue like this for a while until the soup is gone, pausing only so Dabi can finally pull out, before going through the bags from Rumi. They find some other high-energy and calorie food and drink that they get into a bit before suddenly Hawks gasps and makes a happy little chirp. 

“She sent nesting stuff!” He chirps, dragging it onto the feather-stripped bed to start arranging it. 

“She probably figured I was going to send you into heat.” Dabi pants, feeling another wave starting back up. “Want help or should I just try to control myself from jumping you in the corner?”

Hawks smiles, pulling Dabi over for a kiss. “You’re cute like this you know?” 

Dabi scowls, huffing and going to flop himself in his desk chair. “Nevermind. Fuck you.”

“Let me finish the nest first.” Hawks giggles in response and catches the plushie thrown at him. “Thanks, that will be perfect here.”

“I want a divorce.”

“Finish mating me first.” 

“Gladly.” Dabi grins, stalking back over to throw Hawks into the half-made nest and earning a yelp. 

It would get finished eventually.

~~~Meanwhile, Outside With The League~~~

“Finally!” Shigaraki groans, flopping himself back in Spinner’s lap dramatically. “Now they can stop eyefucking each other across the living room and we won’t have to deal with their pining bullshit.” A purr starts up as Spinner starts lightly scratching his scalp with his claws.

“Now just them possibly actually fucking in the living room and being idiots in love.” Compress chuckles from the bar where he’s playing with some cards. “Neither seems like they would know what to do in an actual relationship.”

Shigaraki groans, turning on his side to whine into Spinner’s stomach. “Dammit! New plan, I dust them.”

Spinner and Compress look at each other in amusement before Spinner speaks up now. 

“You have at least ten plushies and five blankets ready for Hawks to make a nest here including a weighted one and would be way too bored without Dabi to challenge. You would die before anything hurt anyone in your pack and I’m sorry boss, but you’ve marked them pack.” Spinner hums, chuckling when this just earns him a pout. “At least I don’t have to share you with Dabi.”

Shigaraki shivers, face twisting in dread. “Between you two, I wouldn’t be able to walk for a month. Thank gods, Hawks took the bait.”

Little did they know, just how hard he took it, and wouldn’t know for an hour more until they came in to find the half-made nest and prominent bites displayed on both of their necks and all over their passed-out forms.

“Huh.” Shigaraki blinks. “Well, that went even better than planned.”

[loneamaryllis]

*Masterlist of my writings*

Harry Potter

Snarriet (Female Harry/Snape):

Harrie's cat: The war is over. Voldemort is dead, and so is Snape. Harrie came back to Hogwarts to teach Defense. One night, she comes across a wounded cat...

Black & Gold: a post-war fic with the foursome pairing Harrie/Snape/Ron/Hermione. Some smut, some plot, some Snape being Snape and adding tension as he finds his place within the Golden Trio.

In his embrace: a Voldemort wins AU, where he keeps Harrie as a pet and then offers her to Snape. Mostly Snape/Harrie, but there's also some Harrymort, and a few Snarrietmort threesome scenes.

Saving Snape: a post Second Wizarding war fic. Severus Snape is receiving death threats, and Auror Harrie Potter volunteers to protect him. Lots of sexual tension, classic Snarry bickering, and some smut.

Caught in the act: a very smutty threesome fic, Lupin/Snape/Harrie, with an emphasis on the Snape/Harrie. Happens during an alternate sixth year, with Lupin as the DADA teacher again.

Harrie and her Alpha: An A/B/O fic. Harrie needs an Alpha and Snape happens to be the only one available. They both hate it, until they don't. (Started as a crack fic and then got serious.)

Snape's cat: A short fic that's a mix between crack and fluff, with a little bit of smut on the side. Harrie's Animagus form is a cat. Snape is a cat person.

blades, clashing (hearts, burning): a Star Wars AU. Snape is a Sith tasked with hunting down Harrie. Expect a lot of sexual tension, as well as the Enemies to Lovers and Hate Sex tropes.

The Haunting of Harrie Potter: a oneshot that starts after the final battle, which ended the canon way, with Snape dying. Now Harrie takes care of his grave. Except someone keeps disturbing the flowers there...

Harrie's kinky adventures: my Kinktober fic for 2023. Snarriet and Harrymort, sometimes with dark themes.

And there's a lot of Snarriet oneshots, too many to all link them here!

Harrymort:

(Ongoing) Precious Horcrux: A Voldemort!wins AU with a female!Harry, and the Harry/Voldemort pairing. Originally a oneshot, and then I wrote more, so there's non-consensual sex right there in the first chapter. Very dark. (Slow to update)

Blood red: a Muggle AU where Voldemort is a serial killer. (Also, he's old.) Harriet would like to be left alone. Voldemort thinks she's so very interesting.

Ourobouros: a oneshot where Harrie has gone back in time and is being watched very closely by Professor Riddle... Dark fic.

Fem!Neville/Snape:

A brave little Gryffindor: Neve (Fem!Neville) tries to steal the Sword of Gryffindor and ends up being punished by Snape. Contains a lot of dirtybadwrong smut and an ending with a surprise threesome pairing.

The rest:

Enlightened (The Flash): A genderswapped AU of Season 4 in which DeVoe manages to Enlighten the world and keeps a female Barry as his prisoner. First person POV, lots of mind control, plenty of time travel, some Barrie/Thawne thrown in, and a happy ending.

Night of Hell (Fighting Fantasy): A narrated playthrough of House of Hell with added smut. Second person POV, the reader fails a lot but succeeds in the end.

A Helping Hand (Doctor Strange and the Multiverse of Madness): A Corrupted!Stephen fic with the America Chavez/Stephen Strange pairing. America is 18 and the sex is consensual, until the corruption from the Darkhold really gets out of hand.

Brought Down Low (Various fandoms): A series of oneshots in which heroines lose the final battle of their stories. The big bads enjoy their victory.

Broken Wings (Original Work): A young woman with a secret vigilante identity tries to take down the most powerful man of the city. It doesn't go well. (A oneshot for now, will be continued later.)

*Things to come*

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[impala-dreamer]

Plaything

SPN FanFic

~ Sam works hard and needs something to help him relax... you.~

Soulless!Sam x Reader

1,202 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Bondage. Gag. Dom!Soulless!Sam. Fingering. Masturbation. Cum Shot. Smut.

A/N: I was going to do kinktober but then I didn’t, only did like 3... so here’s one that made it out... Enjoy some bondage with a soulless hottie. Please Smut Responsibly (tm)

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The knots were unbreakable; impossible puzzles tied into thick ropes that held you to the chair. Sam had done well. Not that Sam Winchester did anything half-assed. Since he had picked you up in that dive bar back in Ohio, you had seen the fake Fed do amazing things. He was like a superhero straight out of an action movie, dodging bullets and fighting monsters- oh yeah, monsters were real. That had been quite a day.

Sam and his partner, some old guy in a cheap suit, had rescued you from a bad date that had turned out to be a vampire. Twilight fantasies aside, the revelation had blown your mind, but not as much as Sam had.

If you really stopped to think about it, one could make the case that he had essentially kidnapped you, stealing you away from home in his shiny black sports car and keeping you as a fuck toy. Not that you minded. Sam was physically gorgeous and mentally intriguing, and at this point, whatever he wanted to do to you was absolutely fine by you.

Tonight he had you bound, body practically one with the hard wooden chair. Your legs were spread, ankles and knees tied to the chair legs, your arms tight behind you, your middle pressed into and roped around the chair back. There was no escape from his knots, no wiggling away from his touch, not that you wanted to.

Each pull of the rope across your bare skin made you pussy flutter, every swipe of his long fingers against your skin made your mind weak. When he shoved his handkerchief between your teeth, your eyes rolled, fully compliant and docile for him.

"Such a beautiful thing," he said, looking down at his handiwork: you.

Your eyes flickered up at him, chin lifting as he came closer. He wore black slacks and a white button down shirt, tie long gone, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The muscles in his forearm tensed as he reached for your cheek and you drooled at the tight ropes and veins popping along his tanned skin. Through the gag, a whimper slipped out as his fingertips brushed against your jaw.

“Something to say?”

You shook your head slightly but it wasn’t good enough. Sam grabbed your cheeks and squeezed, pulling your face up high and puckering your lips around the fabric.

“What’s that?” he asked again, mocking you as he leaned his ear to your mouth.

A mumbled “no, sir,” was good enough and Sam smiled as he released your face.

“That’s better.”

The giant paw around your lips slid down, never breaking contact with your naked skin as it moved, rough pads of his fingers caressing your throat, walking slowly across your collarbone, dipping down into the valley of your breasts.

“So nice to have you at my disposal. So willing...ready.” He bent his knees and cupped your tits in both hands, pink lips drawing into a thin line as he felt their weight, watched them jiggle. “Not that you have a choice,” he smirked and grabbed your nipples, pinching hard. “Not like you can go anywhere at the moment.”

You swallowed down a scream as he pinched even harder, digging into your sensitive flesh with his blunt nails. When your shoulders began to shake, he let you go, soothing the pain with gentle rolls of his soft palm. He closed his hand, squeezing your tits again and your eyes rolled at the feeling.

“That’s better.”

His hands moved away, slithering across your body, touching every place but your throbbing cunt. Sam cocked his head and watched your skin flush with arousal, timing his caresses with your breaths, experimenting with different touches, noting which spots made you shiver and which made you cringe. He studied his pet with a steady gaze, the only evidence of his enjoyment was the thick line in his slacks that grew as he massaged your thighs.

You could feel yourself dripping down, hot droplets of slick sliding against your ass to puddle on the seat. Sam noticed too and finally gave you what you craved, pressing his right hand against your pussy.

“How perfect,” he said simply. “A nice tight cunt all wet and ready for me.”

Your eyes grew huge as he thrust two fingers deep inside of you, unable to even arch your back or roll your hips to meet him. You were bound to the chair, helpless to his whim.

“So wet, Y/N.” A devilish smile curled on his lips. “This all for me?”

You nodded quickly, brows knitting in sweet agony as he pumped his fingers and jabbed the heel of his hand against your clit.

“Of course it is,” he answered himself. “You’re mine.” It wasn’t teasing or commanding, it simply was. Just a statement of fact and your cunt agreed with him, pulsing around his long fingers.

With his free hand, Sam unzipped his pants and your heart raced, longing for his cock. He saw your eyes bolt to his hand as he pulled himself free and pumped his erection slowly.

“Oh, not today,” he told you firmly. “This isn’t for you.” He grabbed the base of his cock and it bounced before your eyes, making your mouth water around his handkerchief.

The hand in your cunt curled and your thighs tensed as Sam scooped up a mess of your slick and rubbed it down his cock.  

“Such a perfect plaything,” he grunted, jerking his cock in front of you. “Does what I tell it too, nice set of tits, and even comes with lube.”

The faster Sam worked, the harder it was for you to sit still. You struggled against the ropes, wanting so badly to reach down and touch your pussy, to lean forward and lick up all the delicious wetness that beaded on the head of his cock. But the knots were unbreakable. There was no moving for you, not until Sam wanted you to.

“Don’t move,” he growled, jerking the tip of his cock harder. “I’m gonna paint those perfect tits.”

Your nipples tingled; your pussy leaked. Sam’s head tipped back, hair dusting his stiff collar. His jaw dropped slightly as his chest heaved, sucking in deep breaths as he neared the end.  

“Fuck!”

You moaned loudly as Sam came, hot and thick, fulfilling his promise and spilling down your chest. His hips rocked as he released, fucking into his tight fist, milking every drop. If you could move, you would have dropped to your knees to finish him off, licking him clean. If you could speak, you would have begged; your body was screaming for him, every muscle, cell, atom of you dying for his touch.

But the ropes were tight, the gag was stuck.

Sam paid you no mind, taking a few calming breaths as he tucked himself away. “Thanks,” he said flatly, turning on his heel towards the door.

You yelped around the gag, voice raising in a panic as you twisted against the ropes.

“Don’t worry,” Sam said, one hand on the door knob, the other flicking the lights off. “I’ll be back...eventually.”

The room was dark and the knots were impossible to open.

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Kinktober 28: Swinging/SO Swapping

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Pairing: Tony Stark X OFC 

Warnings: Swinging, fingering, Smut

Summary: Things start to heat up after Pepper okays a relationship with the teams newest member.

A/N: 

Words: +850

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For once it was just them, the entire team had gone out for a day off while somehow Tony had managed to steal the entire floor for them. Sitting next to the stove to watch the billionaire cook, she would never have suspected he felt the way he done about her, let alone the fact Pepper was ok with it. Had it not been for Tony and Pepper herself actually sitting her down late one night to explain they were really swingers, then she would never have agreed to this.

Well, that was almost a month of thinking it over, talking it over and finally taking the chance. And she had to hand it to Tony, he was actually a very loving, yet accommodating romantic, especially when she had second thoughts. 

Brought out of her thoughts by a warm hand on bare, thick thigh had her looking up to said billionaire who was giving her a worried smile. 

"Everything alright," he asked, he was genuinely worried as he stepped between her legs.

Giving a small smile she nodded. "I'm fine."

"Still thinking this over," he asked, putting down the spatula so he could wrap his arms around her and scoot her to the edge of the counter. 

"No, more like it's surreal, I guess," she smiled, leaning her forehead on his, her fingers reaching up to dance around the triangle arc on his chest, careful of old scars.

"Well, no problem with taking it slow," he spoke, trailing his hands along her sides as she tipped her chin to place her lips to his while he massaged the soft flesh.

Scooting forward so the bulge in his boxers pressed into damp shorts, unable to prevent herself from rutting at the billionaire who broke the kiss to chuckle.

"Tired of taking it slow already," Tony chuckled, a hand trailing from her side to slip into the shorts leg, calloused fingers ghosting soft folds but stopping.

"Touch me," she echoed, meeting his gaze, noting him study her closely.

Keeping her gaze he slowly caressed between wet folds, tuning into her breathing and movements in case he needed to stop. Fingers teased wet hole to sweep up, circling delicate nub, making her pant out and hips move for more friction.

Slowly, teasingly, two digits slid back to wet core. Devilishly they slid in, curling as they did to make her toes do the same and body arch into the billionaire who could only drink in her pants like an expensive whiskey. Taking time, he worked her up slow, building up to-.

"Hey Mr. Stark, I-," came the all to cheery voice of Peter Parker around the corner of the fridge.

Instantly her cheeks flushed as Tony pulled from clenching core, the woman having to take reprieve in his shoulder as it appeared her orgasm wasn't going to let her suffer in humiliation alone. Thankfully it appeared Tony knew this, holding her close as she huddled tight to stifle quiet whimpers, the billionaire doing all he could to keep her hidden.

Letting out a huff, Tony watched Peter duck behind the refrigerator, but not before he noted how flush the teen had become.

"Kid," Tony huffed, preparing to let the teen have it but he was quick to pause.

"Th-, th-, that’s not-," Peter stammered unable to stop himself from blurting the obvious.

"It's not Pepper. Yeah we know, all three of us know-. Jesus-. I'm not having this conversation with you-," Tony spoke irritated, apparent everyone was at a loss to how to proceed.

Finally coming out of her haze she scooted forward to look around the fridge. "Hey Peter."

"Um, hi," he stammered, not moving from his spot and blushing more.

"Go down to the lab and wait for me," Tony finally spoke, he was less irritated and rubbing a hand over her side soothingly.

"Yeah-, I’ll just go," he stammered before hurrying back to the elevator to make his way to the lab.

"God that kid could sneak up on Natasha," Tony seemed to curse as he turned back to the woman before him.

Placing her hands around his face she leaned in for a soft kiss. "That was very, climatic," she laughed across his lips, his hand slipping into the shirt she wore to ghost a thumb over a nipple to make her gasp quietly.

"Well, keep that in mind because when I finish in the lab I’m coming back for more," his voice spoke low, freehand reaching to keep her from pulling away as his lips fell to hers hungerly. 

The palming of her breast had her arching into the billionaire, his tongue slipping past her lips to caress over hers before he pulled away. 

"Let's just be glad he didn't show up with my head between your legs," he spoke as if hinting to having made more plans for how he wanted her. 

"Then I can't wait. I’ll be awaiting you on the bar when you return-. Naked," she spoke darkly, hand reaching down to palm him through the boxers, causing him to grunt.

"I thought we were taking it slow," he raised an eyebrow.

"I'm ready for fast and hard," her voice echoed darkly across his lips before releasing him.

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[zarcake-writes]

My Overwatch OC

Hello everyone! This is my first Overwatch oc. I have started her story on my Ao3 but I am currently rewriting it. I have also included her in two of my kinktober 2017 fics. I hope you all enjoy her as much as I’ve enjoyed writing about her. If you have any questions or comments, send me a message or an ask. Hope you enjoy her!

Name: Isabella Balcazar

Alias: La Loba

Sidekick: Her wolf dog, Shadow

Class: Offense

Nationality: American, with Mexican and German ancestry

Occupation: Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Vigilante

Affiliations: Desert Snakes (formerly), Blackwatch (formerly)

Appearance:

Bella is a short woman with long brown hair usually in a braid with a scar over her left eye. Her left is a cloudy white while her other eye is yellow. During Blackwatch, she wore the typical all black with red trim outfits. She always had a bandanna that covered her lower face and her braid hung over her shoulder. She wears long sleeves, has chest armor and black gloves and often carries treats for Shadow in her pocket. During Blackwatch, Shadow wore a black bullet proof harness with the Blackwatch symbol on the side. After the fall, she wears a bronze colored mask in the shape of a wolf’s face and a hood. She still wears mostly dark colors, and is often seen in a green jacket with a chain around her neck. On the chain is an engagement ring and two dog tags. Shadow does not wear a harness now. 

 Ability Overview:

Primary Attack: Semi- automatic rifle with a scope. It’s similar in design to a Beretta 

Sick ‘em: Sends Shadow after a particular enemy and wounds them and highlights their location, Shadow also shows locations of all turrets and traps in Bella’s vicinity. Shadow can be killed by enemy during this attack and is unavailable until skills cool down is over.

Smoke Bombs: Obstructs enemy vision for a moment, gives allies time to run or move in

Hunger (Passive): Gains some health from those she kills and damage

Watch out (Passive): Shadow lets out a warning to Bella when she’s near a trap or turrets. Note: If Shadow is killed during Sick ‘em, he will not be able to warn Bella until the cool down is over.

Wolf form (Ultimate ability): Bella turns into a werewolf that looks like a shadow for 10 seconds and moves across the battle field swiftly. Health is increased by 500 and can act like a tank for those 10 seconds.

 Biography:

Born Isabella Balcazar, she grew up in California along the coast. When she turned 12, her wolf form appeared and after an incident with her mother she was sent to Mexico to live with her grandma. She lived with the old woman until she turned 15. All that is known of her time in Mexico is she graduated from high school early and reports of seeing a reddish colored nahual skyrocketed. After she turned 15, she left Mexico and vanished. No one knows what happened during this time in her life, but she appeared in Canada three years later. A native tribe took her in when they recognized she was a werewolf. Bella stayed with this tribe for a year and was given Shadow. Bella bonded with the wolfdog and can communicate telepathically.

After getting Shadow, Bella left the tribe and wondered North America. She eventually came across a small gang who called themselves the Desert Snakes in the American southwest. After seeing them assaulting several people, she joined them with the intention of taking them out, but found out they were joining up with the Deadlock Rebels. Bella was prepared to fight them herself, but Overwatch came into town and she met Morrison, McCree and Reyes. After a scuffle with McCree, which resulted in her stealing his gun, she told Reyes and Morrison about who the small-town gang was joining up with. Reyes offered her position in Blackwatch after seeing her fight McCree and hearing how much intel she gathered. She only accepted because Reyes promised Shadow would have access to a vet and a suitable diet.

During her Blackwatch years, she grew close to Reyes, Genji, and McCree but she kept her being a werewolf a secret. Only ones who knew was Genji, his spirit dragons knew what she was immediately, and Doctor Ziegler, Moira eventually finds out. There were rumors that her and Reyes were more than team mates and friends, these rumors helped put Reyes in a negative light. While she considered Genji and McCree to be her brothers.

Towards the end of Overwatch, she is attacked by assailants only she knows. Her and Shadow are gravely wounded, by the time the Blackwatch team finds them, Bella is almost dead. Angela cannot help her, and tells Reyes to say his goodbyes. Unable to watch her die, Reyes tells Moira to save her. And Moira saves both. After her experiments, Bella’s wolf form is all black with wisps coming off her. Shadow has a similar form now and often hides in her shadow. Bella also regained the use of her left eye. Instead of eye being yellow, it turned a dark red. The experiments seemed to stop Bella and Shadow from ageing and gives them the ability to heal slowly.

After the fall, Bella and Shadow vanish and La Loba was born. She now wears a bronze colored wolf mask that hides her face. The two occasionally pop up over the years leading to the recall, taking out gangs or being hired to bring in criminals or helping people. Bella chooses not to answer Winston’s call, still bitter with how Reyes and Morrison were drug through the dirt. She only rejoins when she finds Soldier 76 and Jesse McCree pinned down by Talon agents in Dorado. With the nagging of Shadow, Bella agrees to rejoin. She heads to Gibraltar with the two men and her dog.