#the ball in my throat just wont go away

[transgaysex]

im back home from visiting my boyfriend nobody but him talk to me for a while ok ?

[lovingmattysposts]

Friends with Benefits Part 5

P1 P2 P3 P4 P6

paring: y/n and matt sturniolo

Summary:You and Matt are best friends, who occationaly have sex on the low. No string attached, just sex. Well, just sex for him. Little did he know you were falling in love and falling fucking fast.

warnings: drugs, effects of being too high, throwing up, cursing, angst

one more part after this so enjoy this one,

xoxo, Autumn

Matt pov

"They said they think they saw her walk outside" Lucy said as I walked back down the steps. I let out a breath of relief. I nodded as I looked down the hallway that led to the outside. I quickly walked down the hallway before swinging the door open. I looked to the side and I saw her. I let out a breath, closing my eyes. Thank you God.

Lucy walked out behind me as I made eye contact with Y/n. She looked up at me. I just stared at her for a second. She squinted her eyes, like she couldn't understand if it were me or not. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at her. I noticed her tight grip on the rails of her chair. She looked in pain. My heart dropped.

I ran over to her. "Y/n" I stated trying to get her attention. I stopped in front of her, kneeling down in front of her, placing my hand on her leg. "Y/n, are you okay? What happened? What's going on?" I quickly asked looking in her eyes. She took in a deep breath, not letting the grip go on her chair she leaned back sqeezeing her eyes shut. My heart dropped at the sight of her state.

"Y/n, look at me. What did you take?" I asked leaning her head back up to look at me. She let go of a breath as her eyes focused in on me. "Dude, get off her" The guy next to me said. I looked over at him, my hand still on her chin. I shook my head looking back at Y/n.

"Baby, look at me. Listen, can you hear me?" I asked softly looking at her. She closed her eyes and whined in pain. My heart broke. I stood up letting her go. "What the fuck did you give her?" I yelled at the guy sitting down next to her, that I know recognized as one of her old friends, Tommy. Great.

He glared up at me. "I didn't give her anything. She willingly took it" He spat at me. I balled my fists in my hands. "Tommy, cut the shit. What did she take?" Lucy said from behind me. Tommy looked up at her and then back at me before setting down the joint in his hand on the table. "She just had some weed, It's chill. She's fine" He shrugged. My clenched my jaw.

"Does she look fine dickhead?" I yelled down at him. He glanced down at her and then back to me and shrugged. "She doesn't fucking smoke weed" I spat looking at him. He glared at me. "She didn't smoke it" He said motioning to the table, I glanced down seeing an empty plastic back and then back at Y/n. She pulled her knees up to her chest and she was groaning. Worry filled my chest. Oh my god.

"How much weed was in it?" I asked picking up the bag. He shrugged. "You think we measure that shit?" He chuckled to his friends. Fire filled my chest.

"I'll fucking knock your teeth in" I said through gritted teeth looking at him. "Matt" Lucy said catching my attention. I looked back at her and then at Y/n, she was starting to fall over slightly. I bent down catch her and pushing her back up straight. I tapped the side of her head.

"Y/n, open your eyes. Open." I said as I tapped her head. She groaned trying to push me away. "Dude she obviously doesn't want you near her" Tommy said. I looked over at him. "I'm her fucking boyfriend. Shut the fuck up before I punch you so hard in your throat that you wont be able to smoke weed ever again" I said angrily. He stood up. I stood up, matching his height. Lucy stood between us, pushing us away from each other.

"Stop, both of you!" Lucy said glaring between us. "Little white boy got some nerve. From the sounds of Y/n tonight doesn't sounds like she thinks you're her boyfriend" He said glaring at me. I let out a hard breath as I looked at him. Lucy shoved Tommy back. "Tommy just get out of here let us handle this" Lucy said looking at him. He glanced down at her and then back at me.

"You got lucky" He spat before looking at his friends and motioning them out. They all stood up before walking back into the house. I glared at him as they walked away. Lucy let out a breath and looked back at me. "Focus Matt" She breathed. I nodded looking back at Y/n, who was gripping her hair. I bent down in front of her and rubbed her knee as she whined.

She was in pain I hated seeing her like this. It broke my head. I sighed looking up at her. "Y/n, you idiot" I whispered as I grabbed her hands, trying to pull her hands out of her hair. She shook her head and I grabbed her hands. "No" She said shaking. I let go of her hands as she attempted to kick me away from her.

"Y/n" I sighed, my heart clenching. She shook her head. "Open you're eyes baby, you're making yourself dizzy. Can you please just open your eyes?" I asked not touching her. She blinked her eyes open and looked at Lucy. Lucy looked over at me with a worried expression. "Let me try" She whispered to me. I sat back as Lucy came in front of her.

"Y/n?" She said looking at her. Y/n stared down at her. "Lucy, help" She whined. A punch in the cut as she cried. I took a breath in. Lucy looked over at me. "Were gonna try to help you Y/n/n. Just try to breathe okay? It's just weed." She shook her head.Y/n let out a breath before starting to cry. I closed my eyes and tried to contain my feeling as I heard her cry.

Lucy rubbed her leg and she pulled her legs back up to her chest shaking her head. "Matt" she cried. "Where's Matt?" She said as her breathing was unsteady. Lucy looked over at me, I met her eyes. "M-Matt" Y/n started to cry. I moved in front of her, putting my hand on her cheek.

"I'm right here baby. I'm right here I'm not going anywhere, i'm here" I breathed quickly looking in her eyes as she looked at me. Confusion still filled her eyes, like she was debating in her mind if I was actually here or just making it up in her head.

"Just try to breathe, tell me what hurts. What's hurting you?" I asked softly looking at her begging for her answer with my eyes just to tell me how to help her. She lifted her hand to her chest and pointed. "Your chest?" I asked. She nodded frowning, her hands shaking. I sighed.

"Try to sit up for me, can you sit up?" I asked. She nodded, closing her eyes and reaching out for me. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into me. Her body limp in my arms. "Matt, don't move" She said quickly. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly. She shook her head. "Can you just hold me? I have to sit back down" She said quickly. I nodded as I shifted us and pulled her onto my lap. She pulled against me, curling up into a ball against my chest. I sighed looking down at her, running my hands through her hair as I looked down at her as she whined.

I looked up at Lucy who was looking at me worriedly. "I miss Matt" She started to cry into me. I just looked down at her, my heart turning into knots. I looked up at Lucy who sighed leaning back. She was obviously completely unaware of her surroundings.

"He misses you too" I said looking down at her. She just cried. "Lucy, I don't think I'll ever fall in love again" She cried. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against hers as I felt tears brim at my eyes.

"I love you, I love you, I love you" I repeated over and over against her and kissed the side of her head. Wanting to stop her pain at all cost, to push it on myself but I couldn't. She just cried as if she couldn't hear anything I was saying. Suddenly her crying stopped and she sat up leaning over and throwing up on the ground. I reached over grabbing her hair as she gagged. Lucy took a deep breath and stood up, walking away slightly with her hands up.

"Oh my god, Oh my god, Oh my god" Lucy repeated over and over shaking her head. I sighed as I rubbed her back. "Lucy stop, she can't help it" I said looking up at her. Lucy shook her head closing her eyes. "Hand me the water" I said pointing to the table. She walked hesitantly over to the table and threw me the water, retreating back. Y/n was still hunched over, groaning.

"Baby, sit up. Are you done? Can you drink some water for me?" I asked holding her arm, trying to pull her back up. She leaned up groaned, falling against my chest again. I ran my thumb across her face. "Baby" I whispered. She blinked her eyes open. "Drink this water, it'll make you feel better. You want to feel better don't you? I want you to feel better" I said softly looking at her. She nodded reaching for the water and drinking some.

"We have to leave Matt. She can't stay here like this." Lucy said from afar. I sighed as I looked down at Y/n, who was hugging the water bottle, with a scrunched face. I frowned at her, rubbing my thumb over her lips.

"Matt does that Lucy, stop" She said pushing my hand away. I sighed looking up at Lucy who held her hands up. "Okay" I nodded at Lucy. "Y/n/n, stand up" I said tapping her leg. She swung her legs over standing up, but stumbling and falling. I quickly caught her arms and pushed her back up. She fell against me.

"God, what the hell was in that thing?" Lucy said looking at her. I shook my head, ready to destroy that boy's life who gave her this thing. I bent down picking Y/n up and carrying her bridal style. She sighed and wrapped her arms around my neck. I nodded to Lucy. "Walk" I stated.

"You're not coming with us Matt" Lucy said looking at me. "Yes I am, now walk" I said looking at her. She shook her head. "You don't know how she's going to react to you when she snaps out of it and I don't want to be responsible for letting you come" She said shaking her head. My jaw clenched.

"You can't do this by yourself Lucy. She needs me and you know that. Now put one goddamn foot in front of the other" I said through gritted teeth. She let out a breath glaring at me while looking at Y/n, who was holding onto me for dear life. She huffed before turning and walking into the party. I followed her, as Y/n groaned against me.

We walked through everyone, pushing past them, before I felt someone stop me. I looked up seeing the same guy from earlier, the guy that was talking to y/n.

"I already tried it dude, she's not giving in. I tried to give her a xan earlier better to just give up" He breathed looking down at me. I clenched my jaw as I heard Lucy call my name, wondering why I stopped.

I looked at her, setting y/n down as Lucy pushed her back up standing. "Woah, looks like yours succeded, tell me if she was a good fuck" He chuckled seeing y/n's state. I clenched my fists before punching the dude square across the face, catching gasps from the people around us.

He went down holding his nose. I balled my fist again, ready to hit him again, when Lucy pulled my arm back. "Matt stop! What the hell are you doing?" She said glaring at me.

"Dude what the fuck?" The dude said putting his hand away from his face, showing blood. I grabbed him by his shirt, bringing his face close to mine.

"If you ever try to go near her ever again, iI won't stop at one punch. I'll make sure you're not fucking breathing anymore" I said through gritted teeth and letting him go roughly. He scrambled away as I turned back to Lucy who looked at me horrifyed while she struggled to keep y/n standing.

"You're fucking crazy" She said looking at me with wide eyes. I sighed shaking my head walking back up to y/n, and rubbing my now tore up knuckles. "Yeah well, you already knew that" I said before picking y/n back up in my arms. She whined as I lifted her.

"I've got you baby. I got you" I breathed as she curled into my chest.

We made it to the front of the house. We walked down the street to Lucy's car and I set Y/n in the back. She grabbed onto my arm and shook her head.

"I'm not leaving, just stay there" I said leaning into her. Her grip on my arm only tightened and she shook her head faster. I sighed looking at Lucy. She rolled her eyes and motioned to the backseat. "Just sit back there with her, make sure she's okay" She said as she opened the drivers side door. I nodded looking back at Y/n who's head was against the seat, her breathing unsteady.

"Y/n" My voice broke as I reached over pushing her hair behind her ear. I slid her over so I could sit next to her. She groaned as I closed the door and she kicked her feet up onto the seat and laid her head and arms across my lap.

I looked down at her, her eyes screwed shut and her hair all in her face, and smiled softly to myself. Lucy turned up the music in the front, probably to drown out the sound of Y/n's groaning. I moved the hair out of her face as we drove.

"You can't understand me right now, but I would do this for you every single day for the rest of my life if you could ever forgive me for having my head so far up my ass that I couldn't see what I was doing to do" I whispered softly to her. She didn't respond, not that I expected her too. I sighed as she rolled over and blinked her eyes open to me. She just looked up at me, as I traced her face with my finger.

"Matt" She stated. I smiled. "Hi baby" I whispered back. "MMatttt" She whined as she wrapped her arms around my torso and nuzzled her head in my chest, as if I had just appeared. I sighed and wrapped my arms around her as she let out a breath.

"I wish this was real" She mumbled into my chest. I looked down at her for a second before looking out of the window feeling tears prick at my eyes. I've never felt more shitty about myself in my entire life than in this moment. I just hugged her tighter and kissed the top of her head. "I love you" I whispered against the top of her head. She hummed.

"I'm in love with Matthew Sturniolo" She mumbled, making me smile and breathe out. Lucy pulled up to their apartment complex. I sighed and rubbed Y/n's back as the car stopped. "Sit up" I whispered against her ear. She immediatly sat up looking at me. I smiled and opened the car door and she laid back down on the seats.

Lucy got out of the drivers seat and closed the door before walking over to us. We both stared down at her. Passed out again. "Jesus, she fucking owes me for this" Lucy said putting her hand on her forehead. I looked over to her and then back to Y/n. I set forward grabbing her shoulders and pulling her up.

"Come here" I said softly, pulling her towards me. She let out a breath before wrapping her arms around my neck. I put my hand under her legs and back, picking her up. I turned and closed the door with my foot. Lucy looked up at me with one eyebrow raised.

"Walk" I said motioning her forward. She rolled her eyes and walked to the apartment. She started to walk towards the elevators, but I turned towards the stairs. "What are you doing?" Lucy yelled after me as I walked. "I'm taking the stairs" I said looking down at Y/n, she was passed back out leaning against my chest.

"We live on the fourth floor!" She yelled after me. "I know where you live!" I yelled turning and looking at her. She shook her head as she stepped into the elevator. I let out a breath as I started walking up the stairs.

The whole time I just stared down at her as she didn't make a sound while I climbed four flights of stairs. "Please wake up and want me back" I whispered as I reached the fourth floor. I started walking down to her apartment seeing Lucy standing there already with one hand on her hip.

"Feel better tough guy?" She asked as I approached her. I shook my head rolling my eyes at her. She opened the apartment and held the door open so i could walk in. I walked down the hall and into Y/n's room before looking around.

Y/n always kept her room clean, I'd never seen it messy like this before. Lucy walked in behind me. "News flash, she only ever cleaned when you would come over" Lucy said walking past me and started to clean up her makeup desk. I looked down at her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she rubbed her head into my chest.

"God Y/n" I whispered before walking over to her bed and laying her down. She groaned and grabbed a pillow, laying on it. I sat down next to her starting to untie her shoes and discard them on her floor and then moving to the next one. I looked up at her as I untied her shoes. She didn't react. I threw the other shoe on the ground.

I moved my hand over her foot, massaging it slightly. "Y/n/n" I said trying to get her attention. She didn't react. I moved my hand over her other foot, soothing it. "Y/n" I said again. She blinked her eyes open and looked at me. I scooted closer to her.

"Lift your arms" I stated and she sat up lifting her arms up. I reached the bottom of her top before pulling it over her head. After it was off she fell right back into the pillows, closing her eyes. I searched around for a shirt when I grabbed one off her bed.

"I wouldn't, she's been living in that one for a week" Lucy stood up, wiping her desk clean. I looked back down at the shirt before realizing it was mine. The shirt I gave her. I closed my eyes and bit my lip, before looking up at Lucy who looked down. I looked back at Y/n, who leaned into the pillow.

"I'm colddd" She said without opening her eyes. I reached for the bottom of my own shirt before taking it off and holding it in my hands. "Y/n, sit up" I said tapping her arm. She whined before sitting up. I lifting the shirt before putting it over her and pulling her arms through. She smiled and leaned back.

I put my hand on her leg, rubbing my thumb back and forth.

"Mmm smell's like Matt, Luce" She mumbled, her eyes closed. I sighed wishing she was sober right now. I turned to Lucy. "Throw me her makeup wipes" I said holding my hand out. She reached down, opening a drawer and throwing me the wipes. I grabbed it, opening one before bringing it up to her face.

Her eyes furrowed as I wiped her face. "Stop moving" I stated as I wiped it under her cheek and under her eyes. I put my finger under her chin, moving to the other side. She pushed my hand away and whined.

"Baby, let me help you" I sighed dropping my hand. She shook her head falling back into the pillow. I looked over at Lucy who sighed and walked over to us. "Matt turn around, i'm gonna take off her jeans" She said shooing me away. I scoffed and stood up.

"Nothing I haven't seen before Lucy" I glared at her. She glared back. "Turn. around." She stated again, I shook my head as I turned around as she took off her pants. After a few seconds Lucy say to turn back around.

Y/n was now under the covers and humming to herself as she hugged the pillow. I sighed walking over to her and moving a piece of hair behind her ear. She leaned into my touch, but never opened her eyes. I smiled down at her.

"She's beautiful" I stated.

"She's stoned" Lucy rebuttled. I looked over at her, her arms crossed. "She drug me out to this damn party and she got stoned." She held her hands up. I shook my head at her. "You're too hard on her" I said. She raised her eyebrows. "Oh and you've just treated her like a goddess haven't you?" She asked, making my stomach clench.

"I get it Lucy" I said blantly. I didn't want to argue with her anymore. She was the girl's best friend, she wasn't going to take my side. "I'm staying until she wakes up" I said looking at her. She scoffed. "Oh are you?" She asked blinking at me.

"You can drag me out by my legs if you'd like" I smiled. She rolled her eyes and walked over to her, looking down at her and sighing. She sat next to her. "Please don't hate me in the morning for letting him stay" She whispered down to her. Y/n furrowed her eyebrows.

Lucy looked up at me. She stood up and opened her mouth to say something but closed it and shook her head before walking towards the door. "Put on a shirt Matthew" She said before closing the door.

I looked down at Y/n before walking over to her drawers and pulling out one of Chris's fresh love branded sweatshirt and pulling it over my head. I walked back over to her bed and laid next to her over the covers. I looked over and leaned down kissing her shoulder.

"Please don't hate me tomorrow" I whispered almost inaudible. She didn't respond, she was asleep. I sighed leaning my head against her headboard knowing I wasn't getting any sleep tonight whatsoever.

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[axelsagewrites]

Jace Velaryon*Yours

Kinktober Day two: marking with Jace Velaryon – jealous is an understatement for what Jace is feeling so he decides to fix his problems by showing everyone who you belong to

Word count: 1049

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“It would be a great honour to my house if you were to join us my lady,” another man old enough to be your father offered his hand to you and at Jace’s name day celebration no less. There was no engagement between you, no papers or contracts drawn, not even a discussion was yet to be had. But as Jace watched from his seat as you denied yet another suitor, he could feel himself growing impatient.

That night you couldn’t sleep. You wandered the halls of the castles in a far simpler dress than you’d worn at the ball. Despite it being plainer it was already Jace’s favourite as he noticed how the fabric clung to your curves. “My lady,” his low voice snapped you from your daydream and you turned around, pulling your shawl tight over your chest, “Its awfully late to walk the halls alone. Wont you allow me to walk you to your chambers?” he asked but it did not sound like a question as he approached you.

The walk was not long enough for Jace’s liking as you made small talk on your travels. “This is me,” you said softly, your hand reaching for your door handle, “Thank you my prince,”

“Aren’t you even going to offer me a night cap?” Jace said suddenly stepping forward. Your movements paused as you looked up at the man, noticing just how close he was, “After all it is still my name day,” he said, his hot breathing fanning over your face.

Jace made no attempt to conceal his wandering eyes and how they travelled your body, “My prince,” you stuttered out, “it would be improper. I am not yours,”

“You could be,” Jace said, his eyes snapping up to look into your own, “I no commitments, no wife to speak of. there’s no reason we could not choose this for ourselves,” Jace said, stepping closer till his chest was pressed against yours, your back against the hard wooden door, “If you want to be mine that is,”

“I suppose one drink couldn’t hurt,” the words left your lips like a poison and soon the one drink had turned into four and his wandering eyes now explored the skin under your dress.

Jace was sat in a chair, his tunic long gone and left in only his small clothes while you, in just your shift, were straddling his lap. His hands gripped your hips, encouraging you to grind against his hard clothed cock. Your lips were locked in a messy desperate kiss while your fingers gripped his locks.

You whined when his lips fell away but gasped as he began to kiss down your jaw then neck till his lips settled in attacking your sweet spot between your neck and shoulder. Grinding down onto his hard member sent chills up your body as your clit rubbed against him perfectly. “Who do you belong to?” Jace murmured against your skin.

“You my prince,” you said, though your voice was light and airy and filled with breathy moans as your hips began to buck.

“All mine,” Jace murmured, his lips latching onto your collarbone sucking harsh spots along your soft skin, “All this for me,” he said, his hands moving to grab your arse under the thin fabric of your shift, “Just for me,” he murmured, his hands traveling to grope your chest.

“Please my prince,” you whined, your head falling back in pleasure.

“Please what?” Jace said, his hand moving to grab your chin to make you look him in the eyes while you begged.

A soft whimper left your throat at the sight of his dark eyes, somehow darker than usual, “I need you,” you whined, your movements slowing but not stopping as you rubbed your clit against his clothed cock.

“Do you deserve me?” Jace asked, his thumb stroking over your cheek softly. “After all you were dancing with all sorts of men,” he chastised.

“I don’t want them,” you pleaded, “Only you, my prince. It’s only ever been you,”

This answer seemed to satisfy the prince whose hands now moved to rest on your hips, “Is that why you wore that pretty little dress? So, I’d have to dream of tearing it off of you?” he asked, his eyes glinting when you gave a small nod, a whimper coming out your throat, “Such a thoughtful girl,” Jace murmured, his hand slipping between your bodies till his fingers ran up your wet slit.

You gasped when you felt his fingers teasing your hole, “Please,” you begged, your hips bucking to try gain some friction, “I wanna be yours Jace,”

The sound of his name falling from those perfect lips made his eyes darken, his cock twitching underneath you. his fingers pushed in, stretching you out perfectly as you gasped. Moans fell from your lips as Jace continued to fuck you with his fingers while his mouth went back to sucking dark spots along your skin.

His free hand roughly pulled your shift down. You shivered as the cold air brushed over your skin but gasped when you felt Jace’s lips suck harsh marks on your breasts before finally capturing your nipple in his mouth. “Who do you belong to?” Jace mumbled against your skin as he felt your clench around his fingers.

“Yours,” you said breathlessly as you chased your high which threatened to spill at any moment, “all yours my prince just yours,” it fell from your lips like a prayer before a loud moan spilled from your lips as your body tightened.

Jace ensured his movements did not stop till you had ridden out your orgasm, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he pulled his fingers out. You practically collapsed into his chest as you tried to catch your breath, “What about you?” you tried to ask but Jace shushed you, his hand moving to stroke your back.

“Don’t worry about me little one,” he said, kissing your head.

A few moments of silence past before you asked, “You didn’t leave any marks, did you?” you asked.

Jace smirked as he thought about the state, he had left your skin in, “Maybe a couple,” he said, knowing full well you would need a high neckline to cover the markings he had left.

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[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 10

video taping - suna rintarou x reader

word count: 592

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Suna had many pictures of you. And he didn’t just mean innocent ones of you eating ice cream or holding up a peace sign. He meant the racy ones that he kept under lock and key in a hidden folder on his phone that only opened by face recognition. Whether they were nudes you had sent him at some point during your many late night texting conversations, or pictures he had personally taken of you when you were getting hot and heavy, the fox-eyed pro athlete had a sturdy roster of materials he could use to jack off to during volleyball season away games, where many weeks would go by before he could feel your body against his again.

It was during a particularly rough two month stint away from home when Suna realized that even though he had a wide variety of photos of you in compromising positions, he was severely lacking in videos.

Well, that just wouldn't do.

So the next time he had you sitting on the floor between his legs, head bobbing up and down on his dick as you slowly licked and sucked over him, he reached for his phone, clicking the record button to capture the sight in front of him. He couldn’t resist. There’s no way he could pass this up. This was something he needed desperately in his wank bank.

“Rin, what are you doing?” You inquired with a quizzical look on your face, one of your hands wrapped around the base of his cock, the tip mere inches from your shiny lips. Suna felt himself twitch, hips jerking up a bit until your mouth kissed his dick again.

“Keep going baby, c’mon.” His voice was already wrecked, watching you through the phone screen as his hand reached behind your head, coaxing you down until your mouth had opened again to welcome him inside. He sighed in relief and hummed his approval, watching you get back to work.

There was something so fucking hot about watching all this through a screen, especially when he could feel what was happening right behind the camera. You looked up into the camera lens as you slurped all over his cock, eyes swimming with tears when he hit the back of your throat, one hand holding his shaft steady while the other toyed with his balls.

“That’s it, baby.” Suna groaned. “You’re a natural. The camera loves you.”

That got a moan out of you, making Suna curse and struggle to not let his head fall back and eyes slip shut. He needed to watch this, needed to see, even though this would be on video, he needed to see it as it was happening, as you really got into the whole camera thing.

There was another thing he really needed to get on film. So as he felt himself getting closer to the brink, he pulled your head off, groaning when you immediately replaced your mouth with your hand and stroked him fast and tight until he came in long spurts all over your face, your mouth open to catch just a little bit on your tongue. The sight made Suna dizzy with pleasure, and when you looked up at the camera, tongue still hanging out and face covered in white, he nearly came again.

That video carried Suna’s orgasms on its back for the next two weeks he spent away from you for game season. And Suna vowed he could get more videos of you, ideas of different positions and angles racing through his head already.

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[truetogaia]

i saw ur post about sub!jake, imma be waiting for that fic ‼️ ur literally writing has me a chokehold bae

I'm just gonna post it answering you bc I can hihihii I LVOE U

Pairing: Sub!Jake Sully x Fem!Reader

Genre: smut, 18+

Warnings: Blowjob, strong language, explicit and mature themes, like use of "Good boy" once, I don't see how thats a warning but YK

Synopsis: Jake is needy thats all

Notes: It's 2:40 am and I JUST finished it, please excuse any bad grammar, i'll edit and fix it tomorrow *SOB* It also lowkey sucks bc IM STILL SUFFERING FROM WRITERS BLOCK IT WONT GO AWAY!!

Word count: around 600!!

Jake’s breathy moans filled your ears as you skillfully planted sloppy kisses along his neck, occasionally letting your sharp fangs drag across his hot, tender skin. His form trembled slightly beneath you, your hand busy tracing gentle shapes up and down his shaft. He mewled when you carefully ran your thumb against his slit, his hips bucking into your hand. 

You cherished these moments, adored how obedient and submissive he was, how his ears flicked around intently, listening to every word that seeped from your mouth. But the one thing that made it so satisfactory for you, was that you were able to give him pleasure. The look on his face when he finally reached his climax was etched into the walls of your memories, and you were obsessed with it. 

“Please,” his voice was croaky from the hours you had spent teasing his poor, neglected cock, “stop teasn’.. can’t take it anymore y/n- hmnn” You smiled up at him, finally wrapping your warm hands around the base of his needy length. His mouth fell ajar as your smaller hands worked his precum along his shaft, choked moans escaping his throat with each stroke. 

You placed a light peck on his angry tip, increasing the speed of your hands, before finally taking it into your wet mouth. The sounds of you gagging on his big cock made Jake’s moans increase in volume, his hands finding a place to sit on top of your braids. You swirled your tongue around his bulbous tip, which earned a loud groan from your mate. You looked up at him through your heavy eyelashes, doe eyes sparkling with stinging tears from taking so much of him, and he swore he could cum right there.

“You’re s’good to me baby, mmm, so so good..” His hips lifted from the ground subconsciously, jerking his cock further into the warmth of your hot mouth. You felt his hands grip your hair tightly, and you braced yourself. Jake was so needy, so desperate for release that you finally decided to let him take control. He began pounding his thick length into your mouth, forcing you to deepthroat him. 

His tip abused the same spot in the back of your throat with each lustful thrust of his snapping hips, and you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. “Oh baby, yes, fuck- hnghhh.. your mouth is so good-” His heavy balls slapped against your chin with each buck, thrusts turning erratic as he fucked himself deeper down your sore throat. His orgasm was approaching rapidly and he could no longer control the noises and moans leaving his mouth. 

You held out for as long as you could, but considering you couldn’t get any air with the way your nose was basically buried in Jake’s abdomen, your vision was fading bit by bit. The feeling of Jake’s hot seed finally releasing itself into your welcoming mouth made you jump. When he was finished, he slowly pulled out of your mouth.

“Sorry, baby.. I got a bit carried away. I didn't hurt you, did I?.” His eyes carried a genuine, apologetic look, and a warm smile settled on your features. You placed a hand on his thigh, lifting yourself up to stand above him. 

“No, It’s okay, love. You were a good boy anyway.” He looked up at your figure with an admiring gaze, taking in all of your ethereal curves and shapes. And just like that, his cock was rock hard again.

RAHH ITS SO BAD ONCE AGAIN IM SORRY IDK WHATS GOING ON WITH MY WRITING MMMMM IM GONNA CRY and now im going to bed goodnight ♡

[monpalace]

OH MY GOD

NEW IDEA DROPPED (Back on my pining Time shizzz)

Imagine, reader minding their own business and talking with a bartender, they weren’t doing much really— just buying a few drinks (alcoholic and non) for a few of the boys. Speaking of the boys, mosy sat at a table while others mingled in and out of the bar. The chatter was idle between the heroes, some light banter thrown across the table, but all falls on deaf ears as Time watches you from afar.

He’s not sure why but ever since that late night talk about “types” and “past lovers” he hasn’t been too keen on letting you out of his sights. Its not like he’s forcing you by his side, or following you everywhere— goddess forbid! You’re a grown adult and are well able to take care of yourself, but damn it this ball in his gut just wont go away.

Apparently his quick glances were as subtle as he had hoped because the next thing he knows a unfamiliar hand rests on his shoulder. The table goes quiet and the old man is quick to look to the source of the hand, his own hand hovering over the dagger at his side.

To his left was a older man— older than Time himself —grey hairs and wrinkled face turned into a snarky grin. His unbalanced stance, dilated pupil and awful stench where all the Time needed to know the man was overly drunk.

“Pretty aren’t they?” The drunk slurred his words and clumsy nodding his head you your direction. That ball in his gut only grew.

From the cover of his eye, Time noticed a handful of the boys at the table shift in their seats uncomfortably. Lovely. The hero of Time turned to the drunk, cold eyes meeting unfocused ones.

“Are you in need of something? Or just looking for someone to bother” His words are sharp but voice did not raise. Was that last bit necessary? No. Did he care at the moment? Not at all.

The drunk laughed, mouth hung open as his belly bounced with every forced breath. Some of the boys from across the bar watched, yet you were still unaware it seemed. “Simply wondering if ya knew if they were single~” His eyes fixated on you, racking his disgusting eyes up and down your form. “Can resist a chance with a beauty like that.”

Wind, one of the boys who sat beside Time, was quick to sit up and slam his hands onto the wooden table, loudly proclaiming. “Their my parent!”

The drunk seems shocked for a moment, cause Wind to smirk and Time’s shoulders to relax. How foolish he was to think such a vile man would give up that easily.

A gurgling laugh bubbles up from the mans throat, spray spittle across the table. (Twilight and Hyrule are quick cover their food)

“Do you need a daddy?”

How DARE he—

Wind’s mouth hangs in shock, Twilight nearly cracks his mug with his grip, Hyrule cant help the gag that comes from his gut. And Time? Oh he’s furious

The loud screeching of wood on wood silences the bar. Time looms over this hunched, pathetic excuse of a man, both eyes open wide to star down at this…pig. Time wished to bust this pig’s skull open, slam him into the table until his face was full of splinters. He’d pluck his eyes and carve out his tongue. Let the body get eaten by his brethren.

Not one of his thoughts is shown on his face. His anger is calm and collected, he refused to put so much effort to a worthless low life. Time’s voice rolls like thunder, it pierces like daggers and stings like venom.

“No need for such an imbecilic question, he has no need for one,” the drunk stares up at Time, a slow realization builds behind his eyes. “For he, is mine. And They are mine.”

He doesn’t mean for the last bit to sound like a possessive growl, but the ball in his gut has risen to his chest, rolling around in his chest with every breath he takes. He needs to get it out.

The sound the man lets out might as well be a squeal as he backs away from the frightening hero. Slurred apologies falls from his mouth like a rushing water fall as he stumbles his way out of the quiet bar.

One in, two out. One in, two out. Time repeats, fixing his breathing and calming the violent wishes. Boths eyes now shut as he takes one last big breath before turning and looking back to the three boys. One word to describe their expressions? Utterly and entirely gobsmacked.

Oh, their not going to let him live this down for a while, arent they? His lips formed a tight line, his eyesbrows knitted together. But a quiet cough chases his attention.

Turning —half expecting an employee or boss of the bar telling them they have to leave— he sees you. Eyes wide, mouth silently agape but a twitch of a smile lingers at the corner of your mouth.

“I’m yours?” You spoke, eyes twinkling with something Time cant place.

Oh.

Oh no..

I SKIMMED THROUGH THIS AND ALL I SAW FOR A FEW SECONDS WERE "do you need a daddy" AND IVE NEVER HAD TO PAUSE FOR AS LONG AS I DID?? I DIDNT EVEN LOOK BACK TO SEE THE CONTEXT I JUST SAT THERE AND LOOKED DUMB???

completely unrelated why did this lowkey remind me of a unspoken rule or something where it's like "if someone puts something of theirs (glasses, hat, etc) on someone, it's an unspoken rule that they're claimed" or smth. idk time just looks like the type of person to do that

ANYWAYS TIME'S LITTLE POSSESSIVE GROWL, VIOLENT (valid) THOUGHTS, AND WHATNOT? he fr let out a few years worth of repressed emotions i refuse to accept otherwise

time just needs to get the papers, legally adopt wind, and put the reader down as the other parent beCAUSE BROTHER 😵‍💫😵‍💫

and reader's response to hearing all that?? why can all i hear/see is them doing druski's little "whadda you mean by that"

trippy im abt to write a drabble stop playin with me 😭🗿

[mypoisonedvine]

jd. my beloved. light of my life. i am feral anf humbly holding out my hands like oliver twist going "may i have more please sir" for alpha!eddie going into rut 🥺

I don't have the energy for a fic about it but I have SO MANY headcanons/ideas about alpha!eddie in rut

(warnings: overstimulation, oral m receiving, rough sex, breeding, consensual somnophilia)

the whimpers, the whines, oh god, he sounds so pathetic and weak at first until he gets his hands on you and then it's all growls and groans

jerking off until his cock is sore but he can't stop he needs to come again, he needs to make the pain go away and it's just not working he needs you

his poor cock is so hard the tip is turning purple; it's leaking so much precum and his balls are swollen and sensitive

he can smell you from a mile away, he's shivering in a cold sweat on the couch when you find him, he's begging you to touch him

and when he finally does get his hands on you? he's relentless

he fucks you over and over and fills you with so much come, and he keeps apologizing because he knows he should be more gentle with you, his precious little omega, his mate, but it's impossible to slow down now

when your hole is too sore you try to help him with your mouth, and he moans so loud when you lick those swollen balls or suckle on his sore aching cockhead

but in a few seconds he can't stop himself from fucking your throat, watching you drool all over him, grunting about how good your hot, wet mouth feels on him

but he knows he wont be able to stop if you start choking too much so he begs you to let him fuck your pussy again instead, he can smell you getting wet again and he just needs a little more.

you tell him that while he's in rut, he can use you however he needs, and he takes that to heart

you wake up in the middle of the night to him begging to touch you again, but he's already on top of you and wrapping his arms around you, putting his legs between yours to spread them

he holds you so close and so tight as he fucks you deep, sighing by your ear and biting your neck, mumbling wanna see my marks on you tomorrow, sweetheart

he gives you three more loads that night and passes out for a few hours before it starts all over again

he doesn't say a whole lot, he's mostly just moaning and panting, but when he does talk he has a lot to say...

you feel so good, so good-- need to feel you, I need more, I need to fuck you again

you're gonna let me breed you, right, omega? I just need to know you're gonna be mine forever.

you're taking me so well, sweetheart, I know it hurts, I know you're sore but you're taking it so well, being so good for your alpha...

[okkotsuslut]

Jealous

a/n: i got this idea while listening to the song 'jealous' by nick jonas! kinda want to do this for some of the other blue lock characters too- so i might later :D

typed in lowercase, not edited

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today was a big day. you were going to watch your boyfriend play against the U-20 team for a chance to be on their starting line up.

he had gotten phone privileges back a few times in blue lock from scoring goals. so he let you know that he really wanted you to be there.

you were also going to see your brother play. he went to blue lock but due to someone's request, he would be playing for the U-20 team during the game. you didn't really know the details.

you'd heard from your brother ryusei once since he left to go to blue lock and it was just to tell you that you better be at his game.

you sat with your boyfriend's parents during the game since yours weren't able to attend.

it was cute seeing his mom and dad wearing two jerseys that were sewn into one. representing both of their children that were playing today.

you cheered for rin as he dominated the field. your brother was on the bench for most of the game but when he got put in to play, you cheered for him a little too.

the game ended in blue locks victory and you quickly left your seat, hurrying to try and find rin so that you could congratulate him.

he had told you to meet him at the locker rooms so you followed the vague directions that he had texted you.

you were walking down a long hallway when you heard a familiar voice.

"i can't believe i lost to that eyelashed freak!"

you followed the sound of his voice to a room with the door open. it was your brother, ryusei, sitting in an empty locker room.

he was facing away from you, so you decided it would be funny to sneak up on him.

you tiptoed in and jumped on his back.

he flung you off of him like you were a bug. causing you to land on the floor and let out a groan.

"OW"

"HA! wimp, that's what you get."

"screw you. that's why you lost." you replied, getting up off of the floor.

"that was just a damn fluke! i'm gonna beat that eyelashed freak next time i see him."

you figured that the person he was referring to as an "eyelashed freak" was your boyfriend and you let out a small laugh.

"you're so weird bro." you pulled him into a hug because even though he was annoying, you had missed him.

he pat you on the head and told you that you were weirder.

you suddenly heard someone clear their throat. you looked behind ryusei to see rin standing in the doorway.

"rin!" you ran out of your brother's arms and into his. "i missed you so much!"

his hands were balled into fists and his jaw was tightly clenched. he lightly pushed you off of him.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you looked up at him.

"what the hell are you doing with this insect."

you let out a loud laugh at what he called your brother. you had never thought about that before but it was true, ryusei's hair did look a bit like antennas.

"that's cute coming from you with your spider eyelashes." ryusei barked.

you just rolled your eyes and stifled a laugh.

rin threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you close, glaring at your brother.

"stay away from her."

"thats pretty hard to do since we share a room." he shrugged "but i guess i wont be leaving blue lock anytime soon since i'm gonna win this thing."

rin's grip on your shoulder tightened and you could tell he was pissed. so you grabbed his hand and started to lead him out of the room.

"see ya later ryusei. love you." you called out over your shoulder.

you could practically hear rin's teeth grinding onto each other. he was mad.

there was another empty locker room a little down the hall so you walked into there.

you could tell that he was thoroughly misunderstanding the situation so you decided it would be best to just quickly tell him.

"you and my brother don't get along too well."

"huh?" rin looked at you, clearly confused. "that lukewarm idiot is your brother!?"

"yeah." you laughed.

"but you guys don't have the same last name."

"we are technically half siblings. same mom, different dads."

rins hand covered his face as he realized. he let out a groan. you leaned in and wrapped your arms around his torso.

"it was nice seeing you get all jealous. you were cute."

he rolled his eyes but a light blush spread across his cheeks after you called him cute.

he looked down at you and placed his arms over your shoulders, hugging you back.

"whatever."

"i missed you." you leaned up, placing a small kiss on his lips.

"missed you too."

[mewtwoevolution]

Annie huffed still as she made it back to the room, Captain opening the door with no comment, just letting herself collapse onto the bed and wheeze. She hugged the wimpy little pillow that she was only allowed for her damaged neck tube. 

The door shut with a whir from the electronics.

“What was that?… I’ve never done that before,” She thought to herself out loud as she looked at the empty wall across from the bed, “It felt good…”

She almost hit the ceiling as Banny commented, “What did?”

She floated herself back down with a sigh to calm down and set down the pillow as the banette sat down on the end of the bed, “I… I don’t know what it was. I felt cornered. I was pinned and his claws were hurting my hands cause that electricity pain… and I just, snapped. I felt all of my frustrations burn in my chest and then all my pain vanished and I just… went at him to stop the fight fast…”

“Huh, sounds pretty cool. And you liked it?” He didn’t seem to give away if he knew or didn’t, just smiling supportively.

She looked down at him from where she floated and then to the floor, running those feelings in the moment back through her head, “Yeah… yeah I really did. Like a release. That I could finally end my own pain…”

“Then isn’t that what matters? How you feel about it?” He smirked, “How’re your ha-a-ands- what the hell?!” His eyes were wide at the bloody bandages, “I’m sorry for overlooking that… guess I should hold the book again today?”

She looked down at the blood soaked bandages and the empty space of one finger. That slight shaking as she couldn’t hold them still no longer bothering her, “Please? I’m pretty tired. And it’s okay, I kind of forgot too. It doesn’t hurt anymore…”

•••

Annie woke at that whir and glared at the Zoroark in the doorway, “What now?” She sighed out with contempt.

They narrowed thier eyes at her with a small show of thier fangs at her attitude, “Get up. You’ve got another training session…”

She curled her lip but floated up from the barely comfortable slab to float herself behind them. The motion a requirement to not irritate her wounds.

It felt short despite remembering how long the trip felt that very first time.

This door opened and she nearly froze at seeing him.

The mightyenna.

That damned mightyenna. 

And he wasn’t alone. The hydreigon was with him.

She turned to the door ready to scream at the Captain for doing this or to try and run as her heart raced but that mechanical door was slammed shut.

Annie turned back to see them charging.

Her heart was in her throat remembering the pain. That first blinding burning hot pain from the dog pokemon.

The bright arena turned black with the shadows looking white again as her frustrations boiled up and for a moment that energy enveloped her. 

When it came back she slammed a glowing ball into the leaping dog and easily dodged the now slow seeming attacks from the hydriegon before dashing it to hit it with Psy slash sending it to the other side crashing into the mightyenna. 

Over before it started.

Annie huffed and let go of the energy with a sigh. That was it. She wasn’t going to come here again. They can’t make her, she won’t let them make her. She turned to leave not even looking at the Captain when the door opened to them. Just shoving past to go to the bedroom…

•••

She kept the book as steady as she could, hands pressed to her chest to keep them still and tail draped over the edge of the slab that was a poor excuse of a bed.

The story was almost over. Hero going over the fiery mountains to face the mythical beast of the volcano-

At the door opening and feeling that presence she gave no hesitation, just following her surge of emotions at what she knew came with every time they opened that damned door, “NO!”

Captain had to duck a bolt of energy, they looked a bit baffled a moment before hiding it, “You’ll regret not listening to me… the humans are worse.”

“THEN ILL BLAST THEM TOO! YOU WONT MAKE ME FIGHT ANYMORE!” she screamed both with her voice and protected out with her psychic.

Captain scurried out of the way of another bolt, this one causing a small boom against the hallway wall.

The door closed and she took a moment to calm, letting out the energy with a sigh. It worked… no more pain. She finally had control of herself… She didn’t even know that was something she wanted, but it felt amazing.

Asani, Captain, and Banny belong to @blues-sues

[docwritesshit]

HEY ANGST LEMME SLIDE IN THERE-

Redson x Sister!reader Angst as redson is kinda mad about her dating now and then they get into a huge fight and some PIF mother comfort please and a happy ending? One shot please...........

Ooooooh? Gladly!

Redson x Sis!Reader Angst

“YOU CANT JUST GO OUT LIKE THAT AND NOT FUCKING TELL ME!” Redson exclaimed, flames already starting to spurt out the strays of his hair. You growled, slamming you hand down on the table

“It was a spur of the moment thing! I texted you the first chance I got!” You shot back. She scoffed.

“That’s hardly any notice! And how long have you known this one?”

“That’s why it was a date. The point is to get to know each other! And I had fun! They didn’t even do anything!” You explained. Redson gave you a stern glare.

“You are old enough to be courted now. And you know that you have to run potential suitors by Father and Mother, and me. You should have done so before going off.” Redson clarified. You gaped

“Do you hear yourself? It’s modern times! Many don’t do that anymore! And Mother said that I can pursue who I want until I’m ready to marry them!”

“That was when things were different for us. With Father back-“

“Again with Father! You are so uptight now that he’s back. You are so desperate for their approval, it’s laughable. And so pitiful"

Redson paused, looking you in the eyes, a mixture of pain and flames of rage swirling inside them. Your gaze softened

"Im sorry, that was-"

Redsons' chair screeched as they pushed themselves from the table. She stalked away.

"Go ahead then. Go live your fucking life. Seek your own approval from the swine and let them break your heart. I wont be the shoulder for you to cry on when they do." He stated, turning the corner and disappearing.

Cut to you now in your room, going between curling into a ball and crying and punching your pillows. You couldn't see why this was such a big deal. It was such a little thing. Why did Reds-

Someone cleared their throat, making you whirl around to see your mother standing in your doorway, standing tall with a book in her hands. She smiled at you.

"May i come in?" She asked. You wiped your tears and nodded. Princess Iron Fam closed the door behind her, seeming to float over to the edge of your bed. She beckoned you over, sitting on the mattress. You reluctantly shuffled over and flopped down next to her.

She flipped open the book she carried, laying it on top of her lap. You glanced at the first page. Your eyes widened, seeing a beautifully drawn picture. A picture if… something familiar.

There was little you, only a toddler, sitting in the dirt with a circle drawn around and little Redson standing in-front of you, wielding a stick with his tiny chest puffed all the way out.

Your mother smiled softly, caressing the page gently.

"He always was your knight, in his mind. At least, when you two weren't causing havoc around the home."

She flipped to the next page, where you two were a bit older and he stood in-front of you as you cowered behind him, scared of a little bug that was just crawling around.

"He always protected you. He might snark and say the petty comment more than the genuine compliment, but he cares" She affirmed. She then closed the book, and looked at you.

"He is afraid he might not be able to be your knight here. And he cares too much to think you can handle yourself. Prove that you can, my little spark" She said. Tears pricked your eyes again. She tutted, wrapping you up in a hug.

"We all care, darling. We are all here. Just remember that," She murmured. You cried into her shoulder, sobs racking your body.

She was your sibling. He was your shield. You just needed to be able to proved yourself as the sword

[thestalwartheart]

sinew and spots

Q appreciates a different view of Bond. Written for the 'body worship' Kinktober prompt.

[Read below on AO3]

James Bond in bed is something to behold.

There are the obvious reasons, of course. His body, with its musculature naturally bronzed and perfect, and his bedroom eyes glinting with a tease that is as unrelenting, as unceasing as the man himself. Then, there are the less obvious reasons; less obvious because they are so rarely seen by anyone.

Q, however, has a higher security clearance than most.

Bond is belly-down in bed. He’s sleepy-eyed and relaxed, the way he is wont to be on a Sunday morning, as if nothing the world over could move him to get up and dressed. Q’s bedsheets are pooled around his hips, ruched and creased under Q’s thighs. He is a veritable feast, not to mention—for now—a tamed beast. Q intends to take his time.

He runs a thumb over a freckle on Bond’s shoulder, then chases the touch with a slow kiss. Again and again, he maps the surprising trail of freckles and moles on Bond’s back. They speak of a lifetime in the sun, lounging on beaches and boardwalks and swimming through turquoise waters. Q could never carry the sun this well on his own body. For a ridiculous moment, he is envious that he will never be quite so golden.

Bond turns his head from where it’s pillowed on his hands.

“Do I need to remind you to put your back into it?”

“Hush,” says Q. “It’s a Sunday. I’m taking my time.”

“What’s so fascinating back there, anyway?”

“You have the loveliest freckles,” says Q, tracing between them. His blunt nail leaves a brief, pale scrape on the nape of Bond’s neck that soon turns pink.

“Most people hardly notice with the scars.”

Most people are terrible, Q thinks. There have been too many idiots in Bond’s bed.

“Well, I’ve noticed, and I never get you on your front long enough to appreciate them.”

That draws a shocked laugh from Bond. When he tries to turn over, Q stops him with a hand on his shoulder.

They both know, of course, that Bond only remains where he is because he wants to give in. If he really wanted to dominate, Bond could have Q on his back with a hand around his pale throat in less than a second.

The thought makes Q’s blood run hot.

“I think I’ll have you like this,” decides Q. It’s suddenly exactly what he wants: to see Bond grunting swear words into his pillow, biting and grabbing at it, muscles bunching and tightening before turning soft and pliant, the way they do right after a good orgasm. Bugger church and all the rest. In Q's good opinion, there’s no better way to spend a Sunday morning.

Q grinds his cock into the swell of Bond’s arse. “We’ve got all morning, don’t we? I can fuck you nice and slowly while I count them—your freckles.”

He pulls the sheet down until Bond is entirely exposed. He has one leg hitched up and bent, and Q has a lovely view of the parts usually hidden. His cock is half-hard and pink, trapped between Bond’s body and the bedsheets, and Q spots another freckle where his arse cheek meets his thigh and balls.

“Oh,” sighs Q, moving down to kiss it. “There’s another.”

“Christ. You’re going to be the death of me.”

Q kisses his way up Bond’s spine and reaches for the half-empty bottle of lube on the bedside table. “I’d think it was a nice way to go,” he whispers into Bond’s ear. “In fact, I’d keel over happily just looking at you like this.”

Bond makes a low sound in his throat and flexes up until he can kiss Q properly. It’s a lovely, slow-burning kiss, warm and wet and perfect for a long weekend. Bond’s tongue is lush and thick in Q’s mouth, and Q loses an endless stretch of time devouring it.

“I’d rather you showed me your appreciation in other ways,” whispers Bond when he breaks away.

“Gladly.”

Q sits up and runs his hand over Bond’s broad back as Bond settles back onto his arms again. His biceps move beautifully under him, and there are freckles there, too, ones that Q hasn’t got to yet, but which he will lavish attention on very soon.

He’ll worship every inch of Bond, given the chance. It’s what they both deserve.

[antiwhores]

You or Me - Bakugou x reader

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

Angst, yandere Bakugou themes, violence, not proof read (when is my work ever tbh), etc.

I missed writing for angst.

A notorious villain, a strong and feared one, had broken into the house and held you hostage. When Katsuki came home he could barely control himself enough to realize if he didn’t, you would die to the hands at your neck.

The villain tied ropes around his hands while you were being held by his friend, another infamous villain. They sat you both down with quirk destabilizers. Not that it would do really anything bad for you. You were a civilian, with a healers quirk.The hell were you gonna do with that?

And now you both were being escorted to a portal, which would leave to the lair of the villains.

You looked over at your husband, “Calm down, its okay Katsu.” The sound of your voice had him snapping out of his deathly glare for just a second.

This was probably the most upset he’s been in his entire life so you had to say something. Every fan knew that you don’t fuck with Dynamight. But every person knows you dont fuck with his family.

Katsuki has literally killed villains, despite the “kill only when needed” rule when they mentioned you.

He had murder on his mind and the bloodlust could be felt from blocks away. The mussle over his mouth stopped him from threatening the lifes of everyone they have ever loved.

“Do you need a mussel too bitch?” The red haired villain spoke. You think his name was Port. The more powerful one was Monro.

You spoke before you could stop yourself, “Do you need your ass beat?”

Port laughed at you, “Small fry ’s just like her husband.” “Stop fucking around.” The other one yelled.

Monro walked over and bent down, “I’m a very nice guy, so I wont kill you both. But ill let you choose because either way I’ll kill him in a way.”

Your eyes widened, you knew what he was going to say.

“Its either you or Dynamight.”

The words rung through your head like an annoying song. This villain was gonna make you choose who lived and who died. You could die. And yet you almost immediately yelled out “ME!”

All of a sudden you felt cold, terrified. Bakugou’s icy glare was now on you. And oh shit was he mad- no, he was seething, infuriated with such anger that his hands lit up even through the quirk cancelers. You met his eyes and flinched. His whole body shook with anger for not just the villains but you.

The villain laughed at your choice, saying something about this being what he wanted to happen. He said something else about giving you space to chat, because he is apparently such a nice guy.

But you could barely pick out anything through Katsuki’s glare. He was trying to make you submit to him and choose yourself to live.

And before you could even register you were moving, they threw you both into a quirk canceling room and pushed a button that took of all restraints.

He was on you in half a second, slamming you into the wall by your shirt. “What the FUCK do you think you’re doing.”

Tears welled up in your throat but you swallowed them down. You had to be strong.

You couldn’t look him in the eye, “I can’t loose you Katsuki.” He grabbed your face and snatched it so hard you gasped. “I’m your husband, the hero! I’m supposed die for you! Its my fucking job!” “Exactly why I can’t let you die. You’re more important than me. People value and NEED you. Im a civilian, I’ll just be another-“ “STOP.” He yelled.

You looked up to see his hand raised at you, balled into a fist. “I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt you so bad you won’t be able to agree to anything he says. Ill hurt you so bad you’ll never wanna look at me again.”

You almost believed him for a second, but then you remembered. Katsuki would never in a million years put his hands on you. You’ve given him many chances but he never indulged. “You wont.”

He grit his teeth so hard that you worried for his dentist. He banged you against the way once more before letting you fall. “FUCK!” He yelled.

He screamed curses as he punched at wall until he bled. He made a large dent but it was no use. But he wouldn’t take that as an answer. He kept punching until you yelled his name and grabbed him hand.

“Stop it, your bleeding. Theres no getting out of here with just your fists. Your gonna need a tank and I doubt you have that up your ass.”

Tears bordered his eyes in fat clumps as he fell to his knees. He layed his head on the floor, “Please y/n.”

He was groveling to you. Bakugou fucking Katsuki, aka Dynamite, aka the #2 hero was groveling to you.

“Please.” He chanted. You grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him up but he was too heavy. “Stop it Katsuki!” If he kept doing this you were gonna cry. He shook his head, “I can’t live without you.” His voice was completely broken. This was an unfair fight.

Suddenly to collars snapped back on and the mussle for Katsuki. He never stopped groveling to you even when the villains came in and laughed at him.

“What the fuck? Your think caught up over a bitch?” For just a second, Monro’s finger ran over your face. And in that second you bit him so hard that his finger came off like a carrot piece.

He kicked you to the floor as he screamed. “YOU BITCH!”

Now he was definitely going to kill you. He put his hand to your face and just before he activated his quirk, you looked at Katsuki. He was breaking out of Port’s grip and trying to get to you. You knew he wasn’t gonna make it, Magma’s quirk causes instant death.

So just before you closed your eyes for good, you whispered an “I love you, so much.” To Katsuki.

Then everything went black. You were dead just before Katsuki could reach you.

[distant-velleity]

okay i'm not gonna do the full formatting thing but basically this was a prompt fill i did for twstober, for the prompt "save," and i'm posting it now bc i want to talk abt chrysos lol

it's based off the idea that in my version of book 4, he's part of the plan to expose jamil, helping to deceive him through use of his signature spell... which generates a lot of blot... hahaha. i promise he wont overblot yet. anyway. i can talk about all that in another post, but for now, enjoy :)

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This can’t keep going on.

That’s the mantra in Chrysos’ head, furious and bitter, that’s been going through his head the whole time. Whatever Jamil’s pulling (is something Chrysos wishes he could do against the royal family sometimes) needs to be stopped, but their efforts so far have been relatively fruitless.

Maybe it’s time for him to pull out his signature spell again. No, not maybe—he can pull it off again, he has to. If it can catch Jamil off-guard once, another aspect of it can do that again.

Chrysos steels himself as the Phantom behind Jamil winds back a robed limb to strike him. He hears panicked yells from around him, but focuses on only his magic while the Phantom swings at him—

Think of the hunger and thirst that can only truly be discovered on land. Think of the golden dust that robs people of everything. Think of the scorching sun that dries up everything under its light!

—and points his magic pen forward, reciting, “When crops wilt and seas dry up, all that is left is the ever-consuming sand. 「All or Nothing: King’s Roar」 !”

The Phantom’s entire arm turns to sand, fine grains of it, causing both it and Jamil to cry out in agony. Azul, Jade, and Floyd take advantage of this opportunity to fire more synchronized spells at it.

Chrysos’ shoulders sag in relief, before the exhaustion and nausea of replicating such a powerful signature spell hits him. He staggers backwards, vision failing him momentarily, and doesn’t even notice the ball of potent, violent fire magic flying straight at him.

“CHRYSOS!” 

Someone tackles him out of the way, sending them both rolling a few meters away. Chrysos gasps and fumbles to stop them, before realizing it’s Santiago who just inelegantly saved him from uncertain death.

“Stupid fish,” Santiago pants, peeling himself off of Chrysos, “I had to run all that way to save you, y’know? And—look at your magic pen!”

Chrysos looks down at his pen, clutched in his hand like a lifeline. His heart almost stops when he sees the inky blackness clouding up more than half of the lavender gem at its end.

What the hell?!

“It’s fine,” he rasps through a dry throat, forcing himself to stand up. Then he corrects himself. “I… thought it was fine.”

Santiago is oddly incensed, though. “No, it isn’t, you idiot. Stop using your signature spell! We don’t need another Overblot.”

Something tells Chrysos that’s not all there is to it; that something being the unexpected, unfamiliar concern and anger in Santiago’s eyes.

“Okay, okay, just—I’m fine now. I get it,” Chrysos insists, the words spilling out quickly. “I won’t use it anymore.”

Santiago purses his lips, brows furrowed, and reluctantly nods. He then turns around to rejoin the battle, oddly enough to the Octavinelle student.

Why isn’t he asking for anything in return? Chrysos wonders. I owe him now, but… Could it be… No, I’m sure it’s just urgency.

“Thank you. For saving me,” he adds quickly, before Santiago is out of earshot. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Santiago replies, tone sounding off. “Just… don’t die.”

Ah. Is he… seriously that worried? About me?

Unsure what to do about this revelation, Chrysos huffs a laugh. “I can manage that. You don’t need to ask.”

“I’m not asking,” retorts Santiago, although he seems relieved nonetheless.

They dive back into the fight together.

[voregeoise]

Forgotten

I good friend of mine said amnesia is a good trope in vore. Which gave me the thought of what if the prey was the one with amnesia? Enjoy!

Slight warning, this is very much not fluff.

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Do you not remember me?

I'm your friend! You've known me for years! Why do you not recognize me? What happened?

Why are you scared of me?

Why did you hurt me?

I tried to get close to you and... you stabbed me in the side. You're still holding that blood stained dagger. I gave you that knife as a gift, now it's covered in my blood. Why? I know you got hit in the head... but please... don't forget me...

The wound wont kill me, its far from lethal for my kind. But it hurts, in a lot of different ways.

I don't know what to do... I've got you cornered, but I don't want to... but if I don't block you... you'll run off, and might not ever come back.. even if it scares you.

God.. it must be terrifying for you if you really have forgotten me. To be trapped in a corner by a monstrous thing like me, even if we were friends mere hours ago. You know what I am, and what my kind does to your kind.

I wonder if you remember that I've done it to you before. To devour you whole, it was always such an intimate and close thing for us to do, hold you with my whole being, to have you trust me to do such a thing, and now you've forgotten it.

I take another step forward and you point the knife at me. A drop of blood falls from it's tip and lands on the ground. Your breathing is heavy and shaky, you're staring right at me.

I can't let you keep that knife, you're going to end up hurting me again. Or worse.

I take one more step towards you. You make a dash for an escape, I don't let you. I grab you by the throat. You swing around and thrust the knife at me again but I grab your arm before you can get another hit on me.

"D-Drop it!" I order with a wince.

You do. With a thud the bloody knife falls on to the ground. There's tears in both of our eyes, with you now completely defenseless against me and me having to restrain you like this.

I pull you in close to me and embrace you. You're struggling and begging for your life. I wish I could explain that you aren't in danger, but you wouldn't believe me, not in this state.

I hold you there in a hug for a long time, but your struggles and pleas never slowed. Just kept trying to wiggle out of my grasp.

I can't risk it, i can't risk you getting away, I need you, I can't have you leave. I need you close. I know what I have to do, I don't want to do it, but I have to.

I'm so sorry.

You stop struggling as my open maw waits above you, your tears turn to sobs, pleas turn soft, there's a feeling of hopelessness in your voice. It pains me.

As your face presses against my toungue I realize that your sweet taste isn't there, just the salt of tears and a bitter aftertaste. The feeling of love and trust isn't there, it makes me sick to my core.

I force you deeper, my only consolation is that you aren't struggling, I wish I could thank you for making this easy. My throat stretches in uncomfortable ways, this isn't anything like the other times we've done this. I loved doing this with you, but I hate doing it like this.

I try and swallow, you're pushed a little further down, another gulp sends you a little further, and again and again and again. This cycle goes on for far too long, until your form finally drops into my stomach. You're safe in there, but you wouldn't believe me. You just curled up in a ball and sobbed to yourself.

I can only do the same.

I beg you to trust me, to forgive me, to remember me.

Please trust me, we've done this so many times and you've never been hurt. Please remember me, you've been within me so many times, it has to be familiar to you.

Please forgive me... I'm sorry..

I'm so sorry..

[austinbutlerssimp]

My Baby girl. Elvis Presley…. Part 1

THE MELODIC VOICE OF, Tony Bennett played through Amelia's baby pink record player her older sister had gifted her as an early birthday present. Little giggles escaping as her baby pink night gown skirt spins in circles as she swung her teddy bear around, a huge grin on her face before she fell on her bed, the song playing softly in the background.

A small huff left her pink pouty lips as she say up on her bed. Looking around her white and pink room. The same room her mommy had designed for her before she passed away. Daydreaming of her mother was a normal thing for her, how she wished her mommy was still here.

Her daydream was cut off when she heard the car door slamming in the driveway meaning her daddy was home. Her heart dropped almost immediately as she shot up from her bed, rushing to turn the record off and shoving anything she left on the floor in her closet.

It was almost as if every step her father took was just another taunting minute, her stomach which has been dropped and her heart rapidly beating - oh how she hoped he wasn't in a bad mood, she hoped come home and pour himself some whisky and forget her presence in the house, maybe even pass out on the couch or he might end up go out again tonight.

The key word maybe.

Amelia sat in pure silence, her hands shaking as she gripped her teddy bear closer to her chest. Hiding her face in the fuzzy toy.

"Amelia!" That was it.

A small whine left her lips as she noticed the rage in his voice, his footsteps getting louder and closer to her.

Amelia was certain her heartbeat could be heard a mile away as the sound was so loins that she hadn't registered that he was right in-front of her. Her eyes close as she replays the song of Tom Bennett in her head. Her mind wonder was cut short by her father grabbing a fist full of her hair from the back of her head.

Her teddy falling from her tiny hands while a little yelp left her throat, her mind not being able to comprehend that her body was getting thrown onto her bed, her head hitting the headboard causing a loud cry from her.

"Stop bloody cryin'  and fucking listen to me!" His thick southern accent drawing out his harsh words.

A puff left Amelia as she tried her hardest to get rid of the tears falling down from her red cheeks, her hands fisted into a ball as she shook. "your sister is comin' down, lord knows that her and that stupid boy of hers wont be stayin' here in my house but listen closely to me girl, if I catch you getting any type of those sinful ideas that stupid bitch puts in your little head. You wont ever see the bright light of day again... Do I make my self clear?... Do you under stand me?"

Amelia felt a tiny bit of hope and happiness that her big sister was comin' down to visit her, but that happiness died down as quickly as it came when her father gripped her hair tighter making fear overcome her once again, sobs one after another coming out of her.

" I said do you understand me!?... When I ask you a fuckin' question I expect you to answer it!" He shouted, his whiskey breath hitting her face. She nodded her head " y-yes, m' sorry..." She sobbed as he threw her back down to her bed. Her head landing on her pile of soft animals next to her pillow which broke her fall. 

"Amelia!" A cheery voice shouted. The tiny girl snapped her head towards the window to see her tall blonde sister lily standing their with her fiancé. Charles Croft. A mile on her face as she wave up to her baby sisters window. A little gasp left Amelia, she got up extremely quickly making her stumble over her feet on her stuffies and magazines she had next to the bed.

With a high squeal she sprinted down the wooden stairs, throwing the front door wide open to her sister and her soon- to- be brother in law standing next to a royal blue convertible. " Lily!" she jumped into her sisters already open arms, inhaling that familiar sent of daisy perfume.

" Amelia, I am so happy to see you" Lily whispered as he held Amelia's face in her hands.

" me too.."

The two reunited sisters separated, Charles coming forward with a genuine smile to greet the small blond. " Lia, this is Charles. My fiancé - Charles this is my baby sister Amelia" Amelia's nerves calming when she sees the smile, she returned the same smile back to him.

" It's nice to finally meet you, Lily has told me so much about you." Charles said with a smile on his face.

" it's lovely o meet you as well..."

"is he here?" Questioned lily. Amelia shaking her head no, the same paranoia settling in as she looks from both ends of the road to make sure she didn't see her fathers car coming towards her -  luckily it wasn't.

" Great! how about me and josh take ya out to get that milkshake you like!?"  Amelia happily clapped her tiny hands, nodding excitedly as she hurried to grab sisters hand, dragging her to the blue car making Charles  and Lily laugh at the lack of patience she had.

The car ride was silent, a comfortable type of silence, the radio playing quietly as Amelia leaned against the door, her blond hair flying all over the place. Her attention turning towards Charles as he changed the station, an unfamiliar tune to Amelia started to play, Lily and Charles shearing a small smile at the voice that was so familiar to them.

'Oh baby, baby, baby, baby, baby'

The blonde turned towards the radio, her eyebrows furrowing as she listened to the new song, she liked the sound of his voice.

'Come back, baby, I wanna play house with you'

"Can you turn it up? please? Amelia spoke with excitement in her voice as he smiled towards the song

Lily and Charles share a look before the man chuckled "ya' like Elvis Presley, lia?

"who?" she questioned having not of heard the name before, knocking Charles off. He looked towards lily who smiled softly at her sister. Charles knew that her and Lily grew up in an unstable home but he thought that she would of known the most popular musician in America right now.

" you don't know who Elvis is Lia?" Charles asked shock evidently shown on his face and in his  voice. The blonde looked lost as she shook her head still listening to the song what was playing on the radio not really caring what was going on.

Lily looked at her fiancé, before leaning on quietly her little sister still to locked on the song to know what she was saying, "Daddy neva' let us watch TV or listen to the radio, thought it would corrupt us and make us sin.." Lily explained, Charles looking back at the blonde with a small smile, turning the radio up earning an appreciated smile from Lily.

' Try to understand, I'd rather see you dead little girl, then with another man'

The lyrics and his voice made butterfly's swarm her tummy, a giggle leaving her mouth at the unfamiliar feeling.

" Ya' Like it?" Lily questioned with hope

" I like it, I like it a lot"

[glaivegirl]

i need two trannies eifel towering me, one to slap my face and rock my mouth in between taking it out and slapping my face, and really not holding back while the other one is just going to fucking work on my ass and neither of them care how hard the others thrusting or how violently theyre slammimge between them, its so rough they really are just using me, and she spits on your facs again as you struggle look up as she locks her cock deep in your throat and the girl behind you is still going harder and harder and the dick in your throat is still going going deeper and back out with her pounding you ass and forcing your neck to push up slightly with every thrust, your throat is rough and her hand is like steel gripping the back of your head and you start choking and gasping for air as she dumps her load down your sore and beaten throat, but youre really stuggling and you cant tell if youre suffocating on her dick or choking on her cum but her hand still wont budge and her dick is still being rattled around in your throat and your whimpers become more audible and they start to sound more pathetic and you head keeps getting lighter and the panic getting stronger and i think i hear her laughing but

and youre on the floor lifting your face out of a puddls of spit and cum, gasping for air and choking and coughing as the woman who just abused your throat is clearly still giggling every time you collapse to the floor trying to catch your breath and the other one that was trying to fuck the life out of you steps up, you back away until you feel the wall behind you, your head pressed against the wall as your stomach drops and she runs her cock along your burning red cheeks, she tells you its her turn but youre still panting as she gently lifts you chin and tells you to kiss it. youre still stunned, like a cornered animal, and you kiss the head of her dick still rock hard and slick with lube and before you can form any thoughts she strikes you hard across the face, wY harder than the other girl did and youre kind of dizzy but the back of your head is pressed hard againsy the wall and shes standing over you, her cock looking down threateningly at you as you begin to slowly part your lips and she runs her fingers through your hair as she slowly pushes the entire length down throat and asks if youll be a good girl for her, you have the biggest cock filling your throat but she pulls it back out and draws you up by your chin gentle and graceful and looks at you and suddenly delivers a swift kick to your balls and you curl over she picks you up and does it again and again until you dont fall over, she doesnt tell you thats what she wants, but it was after all. she lifts your chin up again and makes you look into her eyes, maybe she just wants to see im still afraid, and she asks again and this time i go to answer after stuttering but as soon as my lips part she presses it against my lips and my jaw goes slack as i look into her eyes and manage to whimper out a pathetic yes, sound barely escaping around her cock and its so big but shes not just using your throat like other girl did, shes staring at you as she slides it in and out of my mouth, stroking my cheek with her thumb, i break eye contact and my head is jolted by her slap sending me to the ground, she walks over and leads me back up with a firm grip around my cheeks and she tells me she wont punish me this time but if i break eye contact while shes using my throat again shell have to give me a punishment, too nervous to even think, i settle back on my knees as she caresses my cheek and guides my mouth back to serving her. she looks away moaning and enjoying my throat but shes staring back at me now and gripping my head tight and shes bringing it deep in my throat but im keeping my eyes on hers even as a flood of cum pours down your throat and down your chin. she stared into your eyes as you started to choke and struggle and make your futile little whimpers. you looked into her eyes as she reached ecstacy inside your throat. when she pulled her cock out you felt like you had become a lot more submissive than you were before and she pets your head as you rest it on her thighs and the other girl tells you she wants to make you cum and she reaches her fingers inside you ass and starts massaging your prostate, eventually youre drooling all over her thighs and you cum into the sheets a quivering mess, they keep petting you as you come down and then they make you lap up your cum