#the grind is strong but the exhaustion is stronger

[sweetmctart]

i was laughing so hard at a comment i slapped my hand over my mouth but then i forgot i had a toothpick in so now i have a very small holw in my hand

[blackice-nsfw]

imagine getting fucked by your pack of werewolves, over a dozen strong, emptying their balls into you over and over again as they pound into you relentlessly chasing their own pleasure but not allowed to knot you. Their dicks are the biggest ones you've ever taken, stretching you to the brink and stretching you even more as they bully themselves inside of you, shoving their knots in and out until you scream for release, to finally have a knot inside of you, but they always stop right as their knots press against you, never pushing further.

Each of them are so thick they grind against all the right stops inside of you, making you moan and wail as they use you, face down and ass up, tied to the tree stump as you are. Even when you slump down in exhaustion their big clawed hands grab your hips hard enough to bruise as they bully their length into you, howling as they bottom out and start a relentless pace. You don't know how long it's been going on, the full moon shining above you as the puddle of cum keeps dripping out of you unto the ground, mixing with your own release as they kept going on and on without rest. You were deep into your orgasm, a knot halfway inside you as an intimating snarl echoed in the clearing.

The werewolf alpha, the biggest one of the whole pack, shoved the lower ranking werewolf off of you, ripping his knot out of you. Your empty hole clenched around nothing, used to the size and shape of them by now, moaning to be filled again. The moment the alpha pressed the head of his cock against you, you knew you were taking in more than you could chew. Just the head felt bigger than the knots that were pressed against your hole all night. He was huge. You wondered if you'd break. But he kept pushing in, pressing himself deeper than you ever thought possible, the cum from all the other making the slide easier.

The alpha growled as his cock hit resistance, pushing you head down unto the tree trunk. "I let all my wolves use you tonight. You will take me to the hilt."

You wailed as he bullied his cock deeper, with stronger thrusts than all the other before. Your hole was stretched beyond what you thought was even possible, clenching around his dick and the small protrusion of his knot. He chuckled slightly, pushing deeper. "There you go. Such a perfect cunt for us. I'm sure you'd like to pleasure us even outside of the full moon. Still so tight, trying to milking my cock."

The alpha pushed you down on the tree trunk, a clawed hand pressing into your skin, threatening to pierce if you moved. The other kept your hips raised as he started a brutal pace, Everytime he thrusted into you, your breath was punched out of you lungs from the savage pressure inside of you. It wasn't long before you wailed on his cock, gripping him in a vice grip as you came, being overstimulated and begging for him to slow down. But he ignored you.

"C'mon, you're our bitch now, we can use you however we want. And right now I want you to milk my knot as much as possible before I fuck you again and again." the alpha said as he thrusted even deeper, making you cry out as you came again, the third time in a handful of minutes on his massive cock.

As he kept pounding into you, releasing pleased grunts into the night, you could feel something change. Everytime he bottomed out, a pressure was pressed against your hole, insistent, constant. You had felt knots from the other werewolves, but nothing like this. It felt so big. So thick. As your insides were bullied into giving you another orgasm you could faintly think of what that would mean.

You only felt fully inflated knots before from all the other werewolves. They were thick and could've slipped right into you as they came over and over again. But this? It felt bigger than a fist, bigger than anything you had ever taken inside of you, and you were just gangbanged by a pack of werewolves. It kept pressing against you with more and more strength, harder thrusts, wanting to bury itself inside you as the alpha panted over your shoulder, repeating how good you are for him, how tight you still are after taking all of his pack.

A last thrust punched all the oxygen out of your lungs as the biggest thing you ever taken was shoved inside you and kept inflating.

You wailed and thrashed as the alpha kept you in place, bullying his knot in and out of your tight hole even as you wailed in pleasure, tears running down your face as hot cum filled the limited remaining space in your hole, the knot so big it was stopping anything from spilling out, no cum would be wasted while you were knotted on the alpha's cock.

He bent down and licked your cheek when the torrent of cum finally stopped, comforting you. "If you think we're done yet, the full moon is not even at half mast in the sky. I'll keep using you until I'm bored, and I'll let the pack use you as they want until I'm ready to go again."

[katebishopsbow]

SWEET LIKE HONEY • OSCAR PIASTRI

pairing: oscar piastri x reader (18+)

summary: oscar was feeling ill from a nasty cold, but you couldn't resist kissing him. not wanting to get you sick as well, you both agreed on one kiss only, that's it. so why couldn't you two seem to stop?

tags: sexual content (minors dni), sub!oscar, kissing, grinding, reader being a tease

word count: 1.2k

(image is not mine)

─────── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───────

The sleepless nights full of overtime team meetings, hectic schedules that never seemed to stop, and grueling training sessions that drained every last bit of his energy finally had Oscar succumbing to exhaustion. Which is why the Australian driver was currently spending his rare day off in bed with “Killing Eve” playing in the background, suffering from a rather nasty cold.

It’s times like these that made him wish he had cherished those days when he was in good health – when his throat didn’t hurt every time he swallowed and his nose wasn’t running like the damned Niagara Falls. And it’s times like these that made him especially grateful for having you by his side, taking care of him and providing him with all the affection he needed for a speedy recovery.

“You feeling any better, Osc?” you asked when you walked into his room with a cup of hot honey water –  a cold remedy your mother had always made for you growing up. Your boyfriend’s tired eyes lifted to meet yours, and his rosy cheeks and pouty lips looked so adorable that all you wanted to do was wrap your arms around him and suffocate him with kisses.

He nodded before sitting up slightly to take the cup from your hands, taking a few careful sips of the comfortingly sweet drink. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered appreciatively with a weak smile, leaning into the warmth of your palms when you reached your hands to caress his cheeks. 

Perhaps it wasn’t the most appropriate time to be having thoughts like this, but when you watched your boyfriend’s tongue delicately sweep across his lips to lick off the honey from the drink, it felt like your mind had gone completely blank. So you did the most obvious thing and leaned forward to give him a kiss – just a quick one – but your boyfriend’s eyes snapped open as he hurriedly pulled away. 

“What are you doing? You’re gonna get sick like this…” he said to you worriedly, not wanting to give whatever illness he had to you. He had already felt terrible enough as it was, the last thing he needed was to see you getting sick because of him. “I’m strong enough, I think I can handle a few kisses. Besides, how can I resist when your lips taste like honey?” you shrugged with a light chuckle as you tried reaching for another kiss, but Oscar turned his head at the last second so that your lips landed on his cheeks instead, earning a playful protest from you.

While he wanted more than anything to give you all the kisses you craved, to have your lips on him as you kissed all his pain away, the thought of making you sick just didn't seem worth it. “I don’t want to see you getting ill because of me, babe,” he tried to reason with you, endearingly tilting your chin up with his fingertips so that you were looking at him. That was a mistake, because gazing into his eyes – those eyes you could spend hours getting lost in – only seemed to make the urge to kiss him stronger.

“Just one kiss, Oscar, pleaseeeee,” you whined at your boyfriend, pouting in feigned sadness while you snuggled up to him and nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the familiar scent that was Oscar Piastri. There was no way Oscar could have said no to you – not when you had looked so beautiful in his embrace. “Just one,” he muttered quietly, and that was all the permission you needed to lean forward and place a soft, lingering kiss on his lips.

Oscar leaned into the kiss eagerly, realizing just how much he had missed this as his hands wandered over your sides. He had every intention to pull away before things could get overboard, trying so hard to remember his promise of “just one kiss”. But when you got up to straddle his lap, your fingers threading around his hair and tugging it with just enough force to cause tingles of satisfying pain on his scalp – all sense of self-restraint he possessed went straight out the window, and all he wanted was to surrender himself to you.

His hands glided down your waist with a sense of urgency as he pulled you in closer, opening his mouth willingly to welcome the intrusion of your tongue. The kiss was fervent, filled with entwined breaths and desperate touches – a stark contrast to the one you had shared moments ago. As you pulled away momentarily to mouth along his neck, claiming him as yours with each delicate swipe of your tongue, Oscar couldn’t resist grinding his hips against you as he called out your name in a breathy whine.

“What’s got you so worked up, baby?” you couldn’t help but tease the boy’s growing desperation, and for a quick second you almost felt like you were being too mean – until you heard the needy moan that escaped from between his lips, “Baby, please… ” His pleas sounded like music to your ears, and you took a moment to take in the sight of him squirming and moaning before you – so pliable, so precious, so good for you.

Smirking at what he had said to you, you began shifting your hips in slow, unhurried circles over his growing hardness below as you whispered teasingly in his ears, “I thought you said one kiss only?” Oscar grumbled upon hearing your condescending words, “You’re such a tease. Please, I want more…” 

“Yeah? You want more, baby?” you asked him, hot breath fanning against his spit-slickened lips. “Please… I need you,” he managed to choke out, letting out another obscene moan when you nibbled on the sensitive spot below his earlobe. He wanted more of you, needed more of you – your heated kisses, your scorching touch, and your intoxicating presence that fuelled an insatiable hunger within him. 

And all of a sudden you were gone, climbing off of him like you weren’t just grinding yourself against him seconds ago. “Wh – what? What’re you doing?” he questioned dumbfoundedly, staring at you with his mouth agape in complete confusion. “What do you mean? You said one kiss only, didn’t you?” you answered matter-of-factly with the most sincere, angelic smile you could manage, and Oscar genuinely thought that he was going to die of frustration as he stared disbelievingly at you.

Running a finger along his chin, you traced intricate patterns on his pale skin before telling him, “Drink the honey water, get recovered, and I promise you I’ll give you all the kisses you want… and maybe even something more.” You passed the cup to him, planted a chaste kiss on his forehead, and left the room after shooting him a suggestive wink.

Oscar took a gulp from the cup, cringing at the uncomfortable tightness in his pants you left him with as he let out an exasperated sigh. You were definitely going to be the death of him.

[imisssummer]

MEANNNN non con w dom geto n fem reader. I’m talkin rough, degrading, sadism, all that good shit

Ofcofc no pressure Tyty 🫶

𖤐 — nsfw, non-con/rape, degradation, asphyxiation, i went w student suguru bc he’s best suguru, hope this lives up to anon’s expectations!!!

Suguru would say he’s a fairly blunt man, he’s curt when he needs to be, cunning when it’s necessary— in other words, he likes to have the last laugh.

So really you shouldn’t be that surprised as he pushes you into an empty classroom, near the back of the jujutsu school. You’re shoved to your ass, on top of an old and dusty school desk, Geto is scary as he looks down at you with heavy, dark eyes, an unreadable emotion in the stare, but you know he’s mad when he opens his mouth to speak,

“what gives you the right to embarrass me, slut?”

You stir at the brash name, snapping your head up to look at the dark-haired man with fierce, wide eyes, and you can’t quite bite your tongue when you see the smirk forming on his face at your reaction, clearly getting the one he wanted.

“Excuse me-” you’re cut off by your own gasp, as Suguru pushes you to your back on top of the desk, not wasting any time in flipping up your school skirt, pulling at your panties, and slapping hard at your thighs as you begin to thrash them. He drops the lacey fabric to the floor, to grind his clothed cock over your bare pussy, and with nearly all of Geto’s weight on you, you can’t move to get away from his body— from his cock.

“Get off of me-” you’re cut off once more, this time by a sharp, stinging slap to you cheek. Your face flys to the side at the slight force, lips pressed in a small frown, and eyes slowly filling with hot tears. You can’t fight him, he’s the stronger sorcerer, and you know that.

You find yourself snapping out of your subtle trance, as you feel something, warm and thick, nudging at your pussy. Your choked as you feel, see, and hear, Suguru’s harsh thrust into you. You feel yourself about to scream out, but a strong hand collars around your neck, gripping harshly, and stealing every last breath from you.

“Shut up.” He spits out with malice, hand tightening around you, oxen eyes sharping to daggers, “or I’ll make you bled.”

You sob at the indication, hands making way to his warm hand around her neck, grip weak from the lightheadedness, vision going spotty, you gasp a soft, “please.”

He gives you a mere breath of air, just to strangle you harder than ever, yet he slows his hips. Lengthy fingers pulling at your dress shirt, exposing your chest to his greedy eyes, and he wastes no time in leaning down to suck deep, dark hickeys into your skin.

Using the leverage from choking you, he begins fucking into you once more, he’s splitting you open on his cock, pussy trying to take in every aching inch, as best as possible. When he hits particularly deep, he tightens his jaw, as well as his grip around your, no doubt, brushed neck, and you feel closer than ever to passing out.

Your head begins to slump back against the desk, the hard wood now comfortable to lay on, as your vision goes foggy. Your head throbs as it drops, there’s a dull ache that’d soon turn to a headache, your flipped to ur stomach by the time you come to your senses, hips digging uncomfortably as your dangled on the wood. There’s a grip on your waist, followed by a loud slap to your ass, hand smoothly going over the reddening flesh, needing the area he pushes into you again.

You feel gross, sweaty, and so so violated. The sounds of Suguru’s voice is muffled as you try and zone out, failing as you hear his harsh words, calling you nothing but a ‘stupid whore,’ as he has his way with you. Slapping your ass, he starts his brutal pace once more, this time searching for his pleasure in your pussy.

You soon feel him pull out of you, warm cum is on you from your lower back to your ass, and before you realize it the classroom door is closing as Suguru leaves like nothing happened, and your too exhausted to care.

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[st-danger]

Please please please please a single ficlet expanding on Predator Aeon and “prey” Swiss! 🙏😭🙏😭🙏😭🙏

If he listens, really listens- not just with his ears, but with little tendrils of quintessence that he plucks out of the air and extends forward- he can hear just how loud Swiss's heart is racing. The stretch of his lungs when he draws a breath.

Swiss has to pause; Aeon can feel how hard he's been working, how much energy he's expended on the chase so far, and he bends over, hands on his knees, panting. Gold eyes darting around in the darkness of the woods, trying to be alert and aware for any tip off that Aeon is close.

He is.

Less than fifteen feet away, if that. A generous estimate. Aeon leans against a tree and strokes the rough bark of it, a self-soothing little gesture. He's so keyed up now, trying his best to conceal his own laboured breaths, though they stem more from excitement and less from exhaustion. Aeon can run, and he has been, but he hasn't been running the way Swiss has, desperate to keep enough distance between them where he's just far enough out of reach where Aeon cannot spin magick around him.

Alas.

Aeon squints, focusing, and caresses the air with two thin fingers. Swiss grunts with surprise, bats at the back of his neck to shake off an imaginary touch, and ends up stumbling over his own feet, falling forward in the process. The full moon above reflects enough light down on them, and the tension it doesn't show, Aeon can feel anyway. Can smell.

"Cheap shot," Swiss calls out, to the forest around him. He can't see where Aeon is; he's put too much into melting into the shadows, and Swiss's attention darts around too quickly to see anything. If he'd been calmer, he might have caught the strange distortion by the tree, the weird, warbling ink beside it.

Alas.

Throwing the disguise off like a jumper onto the floor, Aeon pounces.

He's on him before Swiss has time to turn around, to realize where the sound of feet against leaves and twigs comes from, and Aeon has him shoved into the forest floor quickly, forcing a grunt from Swiss as the air is knocked out of him. A hand on the back of his neck, straddling, pressing- Aeon sits fat in his pants. He's been excited since this started, but now that he has Swiss's exhausted, struggling form underneath him, he's filling out in earnest with little ceremony. Grinding it into his back while he struggles to keep Swiss down.

"No, no," Aeon laughs, breathless and ecstatic, "stay down buddy." He tries his best to hold him, he really does- he had been hoping to wear him out a little more, get him tired out, get those strong legs tired so he wouldn't be able to kick the way he's doing now. He usually likes to draw it out more. Subconsciously he must really have been wanting a fight. Swiss flails, grunting, trying to reach back and swat at him, kick his legs out from under Aeon's slinky frame, but the weight of him, the quintessence licking into his brain telling him to relax, to let go, to give up gives Aeon a chance. "Got you," he tells Swiss. "I won."

"Haven't won shit yet," Swiss manages, still trying to throw him off, wiggle free, drag himself away.

Aeon adores him for so very many reasons. Getting his money's worth from these hunts is one of them.

"Gonna fuck you," Aeon groans, and presses himself flush against his back so he can grind his cock against Swiss's ass. Make him feel what this has done to him, what he's going to take. The smell of rich, damp earth gets stronger as they disturb the forest floor, kicking and smearing the dirt, and the heady combination of it combined with the desperation Swiss is throwing off makes Aeon a little woozy. "Gonna give me my prize?" Punctuates the question by reaching down and grabbing a handful of Swiss's ass, squeezing hard enough to be uncomfortable.

It's a miscalculation.

The shift in weight is enough for Swiss to shrug out from under, rearing back sharp and sudden, and Aeon is thrown on to his back, trapping his own leg beneath him. It's a solid connection against the dirt, and the sense of loss he feels when Swiss slides from his grasp is devastating. Panicky, he reaches for Swiss, swiping to grab a shoulder, a shirt, to touch him long enough to force some magick into his body to stun him long enough to get a chance to clamber on top once more.

The slap comes as a surprise, a firm crack against his cheek from a large, warm hand that makes him gasp, stunning him long enough to shift the balance. Swiss is on him in a second, a hand on his throat, choking, holding. Aeon claws at his forearm, writhing underneath the weight of the thick thighs bracketing his frame.

"What a nasty piece of work you are," Swiss huffs, while Aeon kicks and wheezes for breath he does not get.

Aeon may be fast, and he might have quintessence on his side, but Swiss is strong. Swiss has enough quintessence flowing through his mish-mash of elements to recognize it, to brush it off like crumbs on a table. Another slap to his face and Aeon whimpers with it, desperate to breathe. A more seasoned ghoul could still work magick in a situation like this, he's sure, but Aeon can't find the concentration to will anything to happen. Swiss is choking him, humping him- Aeon can feel him thick and blood hot through his thin track pants, rubbing himself against Aeon's body the way he'd been doing to Swiss moments before.

Aeon taps frantically at Swiss's forearm, and Swiss releases his throat. Aeon coughs, fiending for breath, sucking deep lungfuls until Swiss leans forward and shoves their mouths together, forcing his tongue deeper than Aeon is ready for, licking in until Aeon is grabbing at his shirt to keep him near.

"Need it bad," Swiss growls, and Aeon isn't sure if he's speaking to him, or voicing his own desire aloud. He isn't sure it matters. Not really. There's a hand in his hair, a hand gripping his face, his chin so hard it hurts. "C'mon you little cunt." Another grind of their dicks together and Aeon's brain short-circuits, heart hammering away while he goes dizzy. "C'mon and give it up, pretty boy."

"Make me," Aeon says, because he can. Because there's still some fight left in them both even if there isn't much. Swiss's tongue is back in his mouth, cutting off any further challenges. Deep, wet strokes, tasting him like he means to wholly consume, fingers digging into his jaw and dimpling the skin. Trying to wriggle simply leads Swiss to lay even more of his weight upon him until he's pressed so close Aeon is back to struggling to draw a full breath.

Swiss eases up only when Aeon's struggling gets weaker, and even then, it's only for a moment. As easy as moving a pillow on a bed, Swiss climbs off, throws him onto his stomach.

"Thought you'd try a little harder," Swiss scoffs, and Aeon flushes when Swiss settles behind him, grabs his hips, and forces his ass up, grabbing the elastic waistband and yanking them down, exposing him. His face is hot, thighs trembling while his cock bounces all on it's own in search of some friction. Swiss wolf-whistles when Aeon clenches, unable to stop himself, giving him a show. "Arch all pretty for me," he demands and Aeon does. When Swiss spreads him, leans down and spits onto his hole-

Well. Winning is fun, of course, but the fingertip prodding at him, petting a very private, sensitive spot while he leaks precum onto the ground...

Losing isn't half bad, either.

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"It's Been Almost A Year." Leslie Vernon X GN! Final/Survivor Reader.

I missed Leslie. I rewatched BTM today and got this out. I hope you are all into it, not much else to say but this was fun as fuck to do. Enjoy it!

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Rating. Somewhat NSFW. Length. 2.8K. Leslie Vernon X GN! Final/Survivor Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Slasher/Final Person Relationship. Breaking And Entering. Complex Emotions. Hard Feelings. Reader Is Traumatised And Confused And Mad. Leslie Being Leslie. Stalking. Mentions Of Violence And Gore. Choking. Softness. Grinding. Implied Hate Fucking. Praise.

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You had a long day and frankly were quite exhausted. Dinner was quick and dirty, made in a rush and eaten early, after leaving the dishes to soak, you retreated to your bed. 

The sheets are fresh and soft, you are stripping off your pants and hoodie before you are sliding into the welcoming comfort. The bedroom is dark save for the flickering light of your tv. You had put on a movie, not wanting to sleep quite yet. You have a steaming mug of tea on your bedside table and are curled up, the t-shirt, underwear and socks you have on are more than enough to keep you cosy and warm. You settle further into the multiple layers of your sheets and comforter and throw blankets with a pleased sigh. Fall is here in full force and you are feeling it. The temperature is cold but you can't feel it right now, nor can you resist having the window cracked so you can hear the rain falling outside.

You really didn’t mean to fall asleep so early. You were just so thoroughly relaxed and so tuckered out from the day's events it just kind of happens. The dvd’s menu was on loop, the gentle music from it playing quietly, it is raining harder, but that isn’t what is the main concern at the moment, no the biggest thing taking your attention is that you apparently are no longer alone in your bed. The body next to you is warm, arms around you are strong, the smell hits and it makes your stomach drop. You know that smell, intimately. You remember the night you smelt it for the first time. Rain and damp soil, sweat, musk, apples and more, the whiff you got filled your nose during your struggle, one of his hands in your hair, the other one he was using, attempting to embed his sickle into your body. 

The smell haunted you.

Permeated your nightmares and now it was in your bed. Were you having a nightmare? A really convincing one, you start to try and move, the arms hold you tighter, snaking closer, the grip is firm and you hear a hum followed by him shhhing you, “Hey, hey, no need to get up.” 

Your eyes open, the light from the tv is still covering the room in its low and easy glow, your tea is cold, the temperature has dropped and even with the window open it now feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. 

“Leslie.” You breathe it out, terrified and he responds just a hair louder than you do, “Yes?”

A hard swallow, the terror is thick, it weighs on you, as if a person is sitting on your chest with their whole weight and you ask, “What are you doing in my bed?” 

“You don’t sound happy to see me.” You don’t like or appreciate the deflection. You frown deeply and you force out, “No, I’m not.”

The silence stretches between you, music from the tv and rain from outside intermingling, your heart is hammering in your chest, sweat is making your clothes start to stick to your skin. How the fuck are you going to get out of this? You hadn’t seen him since that night and now he was in your bed, all over you, wrapped around you, threatening to suffocate you with his presence alone. Your mind is screaming at you to do something, get out, run away but to where? You are barely dressed, it’s pouring rain outside, he is stronger and faster, he could have a concealed weapon. 

Endless questions, no answers, you can’t make an informed decision yet. For now you are stuck. Helpless. You have to wait this out.

“I missed you, okay? I was feeling lonely tonight.” 

A guy, no, not a guy, not a man, don’t think of him in human terms, a monster like him gets lonely? The idea of it is strange. Your mind thinks of him in other scenarios, of him doing regular daily life things, cooking, laundry, paying bills and it just doesn’t feel right. It is like your mind refuses to accept it, the idea that someone like him is out in the world, and doing any of those things is so against all you believe that you reject the concept. It serves to turn your stomach. You don’t like lingering on it because it means that any number of people out there that you see in a day could be just like him, a murderer lurking under the surface.

There are only ever thoughts of him in the context of that night, of that killer persona, permanently tied to that, irrevocably damaging your perception of him, tainting it thoroughly. It was as if he didn’t exist, not really, not to you anyway, even though he stalked and followed you for God knows how long before you were not aware of him until very soon before that night almost a year ago, it was like he was simply blipped into existence for those hours of torment and tore away right afterwards. Ripped from the fabric of reality but you were still left with the aftermath, the memories, left with nightmares and trauma, with scars and fear that never truly left. 

You had been doing okay, for a short while but with the year anniversary encroaching you were scared shitless of what it could mean. Would he make a return, force you into a “sequel”? You feared some huge or grand reveal, dramatic and massive but not this, you never expected this, to wake up on an average night, less than a month out from the anniversary with him in your fucking bed. This is arguably so much worse. 

Your one real remaining safe space has been invaded by him. You think if you make it out alive that maybe you should burn the fucking mattress and buy a new one. Move somewhere else, far away, a different country, maybe you could go to Canada? It’s similar enough, isn’t it?

Mind has been running so quickly that when you respond to him it is only about thirty seconds later, “You know they have hotlines you can call for that problem, right?”

He laughs, he is so close you feel the rumble of it in his chest against your back, “Like any of them can be a substitute for you. Hilarious.” He says it in such a sweet tone, as if you are old friends or you suppose in this case, with how he is holding you while between the sheets, lovers. “Being with you is much more stimulating. No phone sex jockey could ever hope to imitate what we have.”

You are stuck on that, on him saying “what we have”. What the fuck did you have? You guessed you and he had a relationship truly unlike any other you have with anyone else but-

“I’ve been thinking about you for so long, planning out our next meeting, following you, watching you, but tonight, it just became too much, you know?” 

He is talking so much. You aren’t used to it. When he was masked up he was so quiet, barely made a sound even during your fight.

He is moving, propping up on one elbow, his other arm still around you, keeping you to him as he says, “I saw you get into bed and at first it was okay. I just watched the movie you had on through the window, it was good, like I was watching it WITH you.” 

His hand turns your face, the contact makes a chill run up your spine and you see him for the first time since that night but it’s different. When he had that mask off his features were streaked with makeup, twisted with anger and hate, malice, deep and method into his killer self. Now he is clean, bare faced, and he is looking down at you with what you could only really pinpoint as warmth, care, affection. How can he look at you like that after hurting you so much? Or is it because he wounded you so deeply that he could?

That night back then, his eyes looked black, lost in the smudgy rings of grease paint like you couldn’t tell where he began and the facade ended, but now in the low light you see that they are brown. His eyes are brown. You don’t know how to feel about that, about any of this.

“But then the movie ended and I went back to just watching you. So unaware I was here, sleeping so soundly.” His brow is creased, lips parted, he is studying you, as if he cannot believe that he is in your bed as much as you can’t. “I just wondered, why am I waiting around? Why am I not in there with you?”

His thumb is running down over your cheekbone and you squirm, “You make me reckless, I want to rush, abandon previously carefully laid plans to be near you. It’s a compulsion.”

The softness of how he says his words combined with the action wakes you up out of the apparent trance you were under, reminding you of just how awful and wrong this all was. “Leslie. Stop. You can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He asks quietly and you feel the anger break through the terror, feel it boil and you exclaim, struggling against him, “Because it’s fucked up!” 

You say it so loudly but he doesn’t flinch, as if expecting you to lash out. 

“This is all supremely fucked up! You-you tried to kill me almost a year ago, you nearly gut me, split me from end to end and now you are back an-and in my room, holding me, saying all this sentimental crap, it-it’s so fucked up. I don’t know how I am supposed to react, what am I meant to do?!”

Quiet falls again after your small rant. You are heaving, shaking slightly. You have no idea what his response will be but it isn’t what he says next, “What do you want from me?”

You feel tired. Heavy. Exasperated, You answer. “For you to leave me alone.” 

He scoffs, a roll of his eyes. “That isn’t going to happen.”

You want to cry, you squirm again, urgency renewed by his omission and you asked frantically, “Why not?!” 

His hand, the same one that was lovingly stroking your face a minute ago is on your throat, holding you down, it makes you stop instantly. He leaned down closer, “Because, honey, sweetheart, we are meant to be in each other's lives until one of us dies and further than that, whoever is left is meant to be haunted by the other.”

You hang off every word because you have no other choice. The helpless and captive audience as he expounds, “Even if I were to humour your request, leave you be, you know just as well as I do you would never truly be free of me.” 

His other arm is moved, he is still resting on his elbow but his hand is free, fingers pass feather light over your forehead, a stark contrast from how firmly he was holding your throat. “I live in that pretty little head. I’ve set up camp and ‘M never leaving. I permanently changed you just like you did to me. It’s mutual.”

Mutual. As if anything you could have done to him is in any way comparable to what he has done to you. He is sick, twisted, disgusting. You hate him. You hate how he is right. You just know that even if he fucked off forever you would still check the backseat of your car before getting in it, would still not want to be out after dark, would still have the nightmares and fear that he’d come back. He would still rule your thoughts, control and dictate your life even if he is absent from it. There was no true coming back from what he put you through. 

The innocence is gone.

“I know you feel it too, feel different after that night, a new version of you. It’s been so difficult watching from afar but not experiencing it up close, I was expecting more of a fight when I did this but to be fair, I did get the drop on you. This is usually ol Kruegers MO, not mine.” 

He stops himself to wonder out loud and amused, “Do you think he’d mind me borrowing it?”

“I don’t care! I don’t fucking care about your weird murderous friends Vernon-” You bite out and he ignores what you say and he is back on you, eyes flick back down, grip tightens, steals your breath, “I have to admit though, this is nice. This is what I really want, the ultimate goal.”

Ultimate goal? Isn’t the ultimate goal to kill you? Where is he going with this? 

“I want you to accept and come to terms with the fact that you’re mine”

Accept? Come to terms with? He talks like it is already done and decided, written in stone, immovable.

He reads the confusion in your gaze and fills in the blank, “Because you are already mine.” 

That makes the anger return full force, he smiles, wicked and twisted, “Like it or not we are bonded together.” 

You didn’t like it. 

He told you more, that you lived under his skin, occupied his waking days and sleepless nights, pushed him in his work more and more and during this, the movements were subtle. He was totally on top of you now. Propped up on one hand, his other one still around your throat, slotted between your legs, minute movements of his hips and your breath catches. His grip loosens, the blankets and sheets have pooled near your hips, your shirt has ridden up during his forced cuddle session with you, his eyes are down and you don’t need to guess where he is looking.

You know, you can feel his gaze resting on the scar he gave you, the sharp and jagged line that took almost twenty stitches to close up. You gave him a similarly gruesome and terrible wound but his was not on display right now. You feel exposed by this fact, naked and vulnerable, the brutality he inflicted on you on display but his is hidden away. It feels weirdly poetic. The rolling of his hips is more bold, you are painfully aware of how into this he is and how little you are wearing, worse still, you have to contend with the unwanted heat coiling low, making your skin feel hot. 

You hate him, you hate him, you hate him.

That is what you keep on repeating in your mind, but when he touches you like this, says those sweet fucking things, looks at you and talks about the future, destiny and fate, what you both went through and more it doesn’t feel like you hate him.

He is praising you, his breathing has picked up, “You were fucking beautiful that night. Soaked in sweat and covered in blood, screaming, clawing at me, like a feral animal. I loved watching you become the true you, the best version of you, totally unleashed.”

Your fingers are curling in the sheets, twisting them, focus on that, clenching your fists as you try to keep your expression hateful or at best neutral but you think you are failing as the beginnings of pleasure sink in. Your stomach is taut, thighs tensing around his hips, “You really hurt me, I was in bad shape by the time you were done, worried you might have really gotten me.”

Why did this feel good? Why was this shifting, bleeding, turning from feeling wrong to feeling right? 

You felt like he saw you, understood you better than anyone else might in this one respect. You had so many people who looked at you after what happened like you were broken, looked at you with pity and sadness and you hated it. 

Leslie looks at you like you are his everything, like you are strong, like you are fully capable and could do anything. Even before this no one looked at you like that and it is becoming more and more clear with every passing day no one will ever look at you like that. 

Except for him. 

You hate that you like being seen this way so much and hate that he is the one who is giving this to you. 

Between the friction, his words, and everything else, you break. You grind back and breathe out how you were desperately trying to convince yourself you felt, clinging to the emotions that plagued you for the past months, vocalizing it through gritted teeth, “I fucking hate you.” 

That makes him grin again, like he loves to hear that, as if it is music to his ears, a fundamental and unshakeable truth of the universe itself. “I know you do.” 

[random-writer-person]

What were you doing?

Tom Hiddleston x Reader Smut

word count: 1197

i hope you guys like this one its kinda my first i put a lot of work into it also i'm just not that strong of a writer so enjoy :)

warning contains: smut oral (f&m receiving) unprotected sex idk i think that's it

you and tom have been dating for a good long while almost a year. you still don't live together, but tom basically lives with you with how much he sleeps over.

tom had been off on a job for a few days, so you guys have not talked much and you could not see him you missed him dearly. getting desperate to see him in some way or another you go on tik tok and watch edits people made of him, there was a lot of them it made you kind of sad to see so many people who like tom and that he's with you when there are so many people who are better looking then you who want him. you roll your eyes and get those thoughts out of your head.

you kept watching until you hear the door close lightly he's home you look up and there he is you lock your phone and turn it over.

"Hello my love I missed you," you say getting off the bed to hug and kiss him. he gives you a short kiss then says in a curious tone

"darling what were you doing on your phone that made you turn it over so quick" he looks at you with a semi frown

"nothing love" you turn around so he cant see your blush and you gather some bedclothes he left here for him to sleep in tonight "here you are I'm sure you're exhausted" you gave him the clothes with a kiss then got in bed.

tom started changing with you watching it was kind of normal you could not keep your eyes off of his god-like figure. once he was done he turned around and looked at you with a serious face.

"Y/N what were you doing on your phone were you talking to another guy," he said getting more sad as he said it

"what no god no I was watching a video," you said getting up and rushing to him and putting your arms around his neck, he put his arms on your waist.

"a video what kind of video," he says in kind of a relieved sigh you blush and look down, you go to grab your phone unlock it then hand it to him. "this is me you were watching me?" you look up blush getting stronger and you start pacing the room really embarrassed

"I... uh... I missed you we hadn't talked in a while so I wanted to see you and this was really the only way I could... um yeah and then I started getting insecure about how many prettier girls want you and you deserve better than me-" tom cut you off

"what do you mean by deserving better you take care of me make sure I get enough sleep, makes me food, all the things I don't need you to do but you do anyway that's why I love you your everything to me and your the most beautiful person in the world I don't care what you say" you look up at him with tears in your eyes and you kiss him full of passion.

"oh, tom you always know just what to say" you kiss him again and pushed him on the bed you straddled his lap once he sat up and kissed him once again while grinding on him he gives little moans and groans as you do it which make you feel yourself grow wetter.

"I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel tom" you go down on your knees and untie his sweat pants and pull them down along with his boxers while his boner popped out and hits his stomach. you look up at him and he smiles the slightest bit.

"love I want you to fuck my face" he looks at you unsure but you smile and then open your mouth, he puts his hand on the back of your head and the other on his dick. he puts himself in your mouth then he starts thrusting and groaning which makes you moan he starts losing control and starts going harder and faster until you feel him twitch he puts himself deep in your throat and cums you swallow all of it and open up to show him.

"Baby thank you that was amazing" you stand up and give him a peck.

"anything for you my love" he kisses you more and lays you on the bed. he gets on top of you and starts kissing you he grinds himself on you, you both moan into the kiss.

he starts kissing down your neck trying to find your sweet spot once he does he nibbles, sucks and kisses it while you are a moaning mess. once he is done he starts moving down he takes off your shirt with your help and starts sucking on your nipple while fondling your other breast. after a while he switches and gives the other one the same attention. after that, he left a trail of kisses down your stomach then when he reached the line of your pants he took them off.

"my darling you are the most beautiful person on this planet," he said while kissing up and down your thighs, you shifted to try and get him to eat you already but he just pinned your hips down,

"patience my darling I will make you feel good," he said and left a small kiss on your bud and did a small kitten lick all the way up you letting out a moan.

"that's it darling let me hear those pretty little moans," him saying that makes you moan louder, he starts going faster sucking on your clit then he starts sticking one of his long fingers in me making me arch my back and moan louder than I wanted to.

"oh tom please I need you please I need you now" you moan moving your hips trying to get him to suck on you more but he just moves away from you, you start to frown but then he starts to push into you and you moan as loud as you can be, mixed with toms moans and groans.

"ugh love you're so tight for me so good for me" you are moaning and groaning uncontrollably and he is groaning sweet nothings in your ear that just bring you that much closer to your release you try to moan out that you're close.

"ugh tom I'm- tom so close I'm so close" you struggle to say he kisses you and then after a few seconds he says

"let go my love let go for me" you scream as you release and he groans he falls on top of you then rolls over to "his" side of the bed.

"love I hope you know that you are more than enough for me and that I love you," he says kissing the top of your head.

"I know it's just hard sometimes also you are MORE than enough for me I love you so much" you kiss him and cuddle up to his tall body and fall asleep together.

I hope you guys have a great day-night whatever.

[marlutterianae]

Praetoria Gloriosa - Main Hunters of Dismalia.

Praetoria Gloriosa, as a Gladiator Berserker Zathan Slayer, is driven to greater feats of heroic violence when she is aware of witnesses to her power. She has an immediate mastery and familiarity with brutal weapons though she prefers to wield two at a time in each hand and always have one as a back up to switch instantly when hunting to stylishly confuse and overwhelm the senses of her prey.

Praetoria attempts to sculpt her Zathan body to muscular perfection even when her brutish lifestyle and Spartan training make it look more grotesquely bloated than properly proportioned like that of a Zathan Legionary Veteran like Renkora. Nevertheless, Praetoria's body is extraordinarily powerful, with strength that passively matches that of a Behemoth in both Vigor and Ferocity and even more destructively strong when she infuses golden wrath to augment it, rendering her capable of grinding a Behemoth’s bones to a pulp. 



She has no qualms about customizing her armor to make it more suitable for flashy acrobatics and fighting moves to ride demons and show off her strength in unnecessarily risky yet impressive flamboyant executions; this at the cost of protection. She delights in toying with her prey like a Rokyu Matador to exhaust them and gain the upper edge by recuperating her strengths in between taunts and mockery; forgoing any caution and instinctively relying on her abilities to humiliate her demonic opponents before obliterating them in grand fashion.

Being a Glory-Seeker she hunts to gain not only wealth in demonic Substance but omnipresent fame in Dismalia and beyond. Due to her constant inhuman training, her Zathan metabolism requires monstrous amounts of food to sustain the punishment she puts herself through to become stronger, faster, more durable and fierce. Therefore, she always ends up feasting on most of her own budget of demonic organs and fluids, living on only the bare minimum of necessities and luxuries to maintain the juggernaut that is his body by increasing her vigor and violent capabilities.

Nothing is too cruel or insidious to survive in Dismalia, and so she will always absorb the techniques of other guilds and Hunters into her own style to form a chimera of martial discipline that only she can master; though current circumstances have motivated her to teach her style to the strange insectile demoness pupil and adoptive daughter Histeria.

The Glory Seeker also excels in taunting demons with her exposed torso and brave emblem to rush head on towards her recklessly without thinking, so as to take advantage of their wrath to twist it against them with wrestling moves. She loves the idea of inflicting deep emotional wounds in demons even when they are completely ignored by them, the thought of is enough persuasion to keep Praetoria jolly and fierce in combat.

Praetoria is one of the main characters of DISMALIA WILD HUNTS; the Anthology Series focusing on Demons and the Slayers who Hunt them. She is a special character who transcends any expectations of heroism in the genres of sword & sorcery. Embodying my most unhinge, unrestrained passions, Praetoria cleaves through the veiny veils of reality, in the upcoming first Volume of Dismalia Wild Hunts: An Introduction to the Demon Plagued Wasteland. To thank the many artists that have brought her to visual life, all credited below. 

S A M! [ComicNerdSam]  Twitter: https://twitter.com/ComicNerdSam Pixiv: https://www.pixiv.net/en/users/35821279 Andre Díaz [Grimonomicon] Twitter: https://twitter.com/Grimonomicon Patreon: https://t.co/fW3VlsTOXr Fai [TheFaiao] Twitter: https://twitter.com/TheFaiao Tumblr: https://thefaiao.tumblr.com/ Sharkey [DeadmansPixels]  Twitter: https://twitter.com/DeadmansPixels Linktree: https://t.co/lUMmqx8giQ Dio [astygiansump]  Twitter: https://twitter.com/astygiansump Meatborg [Paultr0n] (For Histeria, the bug girl) Twitter: https://twitter.com/Paul0tron Itchio: https://t.co/61rx0Qv8CQ Salavante [salavante]  Tumblrs: https://salavante.tumblr.com/ / https://salavarte.tumblr.com/ Thank you to all of you and so many more unseen for inspiring me to write about this crazy eater of demons. Things are just getting started~ 

[writerofchub]

Sometimes summer is for lazing around (weight gain)

Welcome to today's update where the lucky guys are two Sabers - Dia and Siegfried. Or the chapter where I said 'Screw restrain, I'm going all in!'

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A loud belch rattled Ritsuka’s room.

“Urgh, Master, that was too much - urp - grinding.” Siegfried lurched his head back, and his shoulders hunched into the couch, jutting his big torso forward. His round, big pecs bubbled up, and the button over his cleavage stretched apart as if tortured. “I feel like - burrrr! - I’ll burst with the experience.”

The button wobbled like a coin on its side. Siegfried had expected his swimsuit - it was a swimsuit, no matter Master’s disappointed blank stare - to be a tight fit. But to be so tight that his body was striving to rend all buttons?

A lazy smirk graced Siegfried’s bespectacled face, although the fluffy clumps of hair hid it. His stomach must have been working through the Embers, turning them into fuel for his power. Yes, that had to be why his shoulders were bubbling through the coat or why the buttons were struggling to press down his abdomen.

“Isn’t that our heroic duty, Siegfried?” On the other side of the couch, Diarmuid was rubbing his sizeable belly. “Our Master needs strong warriors to fight for him, and we’ll only get stronger if we eat like we are.” The gold rush of glutting himself on Embers was still tingling through his blood, making his voice more joyful than ever. It even dulled the pain where the metal edge of his chest plate dug into the top of his belly.

Good thing it did not extend lower; his gut was already twisting the metal around it to make room for his heft. He had absolute faith in his stomach, of course - it would make quick work of any armor! But it would be needless time wasted when his final level was still far away.

He had wanted to discard even the measly top, but the Master’s hand immediately had gone to his Command Seal, and he had said, “You look better with it farming your gut. Keep it on.”

“You are perfectly rig - UuUUUURRRR!” The crass sound projected out of Siegfried’s throat, throwing his face into an exhausted stupor. The buttons over his gut shook like buildings during an earthquake while his stomach worked through another batch of Embers. “Although everything seems kind of small now. I wish - ughrhr!” This time the eruption came because Ritsuka pushed his chubby hand on the crest of Siegfried’s stomach. Harshly.

“Come on, Siegfried, don’t be like this. Doesn’t it feel great being too stuffed to fit into things? Makes you feel like a real big shot.” His fingers flicked one strained button that could not even wiggle in place without digging in Siegfried’s gut. “That’s the biggest charm of the starting sizes: when you can fit in normal things, but they are so cramped, and they make you like a huge piece of work! Like Diarmuid, right? Don’t you feel like a real warrior when your gut is bending out that hard armor? Like you’re really huge?” His elbow poked into the side of Diarmuid’s belly - or what could be a side since it was almost a perfect sphere.

“I’m not - ugh! - sure if I understand everything, Master, but I do agree,” Diarmuid smiled, and his fingers rubbed his gold-skinned gut. “Knowing that my stomach can twist the hardy metal is one thing, but feeling it... It truly makes power surge through my body.”

“Yup! See, Siegfried - not an inch of room here, and he’s not complaining a bit!” Ritsuka had already tried to squeeze a chunky finger under the plate’s edge, ramming it where the gut and the armor kissed, but their tightness repelled any attack.

Each jostle sank under Diarmuid’s skin, to his stomach, sparkling again the grand feeling of fullness.

“Looks like a true warrior, glutting himself to his limits and getting wedged in his plate!” Ritsuka’s pushes grew harder, almost as if he was rutting his finger against the curve, and his breaths sped into rapid pants. He was falling into Diarmuid’s personal space, and his jiggly belly was flowing over the taut ball.

“Thank you for the praise, Master! You’re better spoken than any king! But I am merely following the example you’re setting.” Diarmuid groped Ritsuka’s belly, where it was heaving under his tight shirt, and his fingers squeezed in a true warrior’s hug.

Ritsuka twerked, and his ocean of a belly hit Diarmuid’s solid gut. “That’s how you do it! Take notes, Siegfried!” The Master slid his hands limply to his Servant’s legs and half-rolled to the other side, slow like an exhausted sloth. “Not that you’re doing bad, either. I’m sure a Grail or two will make very quick work of that coat.”

“A perfect observation, Master,” Siegfried nodded, making his glasses glisten. “With how powerful my body is getting, I’m sure it will take just one more burst of strength before I tear it asunder. But the sofa might give out even before that. After all, it’s barely keeping up with the three of us.”

There was only a small twitch of a joke to that. But the poor furniture had groaned even before the Master had set his rather bulky body on it, and now... With how packed they were, Siegfried doubted they would be able to stand up without getting stuck.

To make his point, he shifted a little backward. It was just for a show - not to topple the couch. The front rose like a neighing horse, and his weight flowed to his back.

Ritsuka clung to his coat, pulling whatever was left to be stretched. It squashed Siegfried’s gut, stealing his balance and forcing another thundering belch. The sofa dropped forward like a boulder, and the impact sloshed all the Embers in his stomach.

Ritsuka whispered before another belch could silence him. “Those glasses do give you some great ideas!”

[jennifferoramas]

Transforming Lives: A Fitness Journey with Jenniffer Oramas

In a world filled with quick fixes and fad diets, individuals like Jenniffer Oramas remind us that true transformation is not just about shedding pounds; it's about nurturing your body and mind to become the best version of yourself. Jenniffer's fitness journey is a testament to the power of dedication, discipline, and a genuine love for well-being. Through her inspiring story, we explore the remarkable transformation that has changed her life and impacted countless others.

The Beginning

Like many others, Jenniffer's fitness journey began with a deep desire to change her life. She found herself in a place where she felt physically and mentally exhausted. The daily grind of her job, coupled with an unhealthy lifestyle, had taken a toll on her well-being, and a moment of self-reflection pushed her to take the first step toward a healthier future.

"I knew I had to make a change," Jenniffer recalls. "I was tired of feeling tired all the time and wanted to regain control of my life."

Embracing Fitness

Jenniffer's journey into the world of fitness took time. She began by researching different fitness routines and nutrition plans. With determination and guidance from experts, she crafted a personalized fitness regimen that suited her needs and goals. She gradually integrated regular exercise and a balanced diet into her daily routine.

"I realized that this was not just about losing weight; it was about feeling strong and vibrant," Jenniffer explains. "I fell in love with the process of self-improvement, and that's when everything changed for me."

Overcoming Challenges

Like any fitness journey, Jenniffer faced her fair share of challenges. There were days when motivation was scarce, and the allure of unhealthy choices seemed too tempting. But what set her apart was her unwavering determination to stay the course. She learned to view setbacks as opportunities for growth and kept pushing forward.

"The road to transformation is never easy," Jenniffer admits. "But every obstacle I faced made me mentally and physically stronger."

Inspiring Others

As Jenniffer's transformation began to take shape, she couldn't help but share her journey with those around her. Her dedication and progress were a beacon of hope for friends and family struggling with their fitness goals. Jenniffer's story inspired many to embark on their fitness journeys, and she soon realized the profound impact she could have on others.

"I started a blog and social media accounts to document my journey and offer guidance to anyone who needed it," Jenniffer says. "Seeing others find their path to a healthier life was incredibly rewarding."

Becoming a Certified Trainer

Jenniffer's passion for fitness and her ability to motivate others eventually led her to pursue a career as a certified personal trainer. She wanted to formalize her knowledge and skills to help even more people transform their lives. Her dedication to her craft and genuine desire to support her clients set her apart as a trainer.

"I wanted to be there for others the way fitness professionals had been for me," Jenniffer states. "Becoming a certified trainer allowed me to do just that."

The Ripple Effect

Jenniffer's fitness journey and her subsequent career as a personal trainer have ripple effects on the lives of those she has touched. Her clients have achieved remarkable results under her guidance, not just in physical transformation but also in improved mental health and overall well-being.

"I've witnessed incredible transformations in my clients," Jenniffer shares. "Seeing them gain confidence, break through their limitations, and become the best versions of themselves is the most rewarding part of what I do."

A Holistic Approach

One of the critical aspects of Jenniffer's fitness philosophy is the importance of a holistic approach to well-being. She emphasizes that transformation is not just about the body; it's about nurturing the mind and soul. Her training programs focus on balance, mindfulness, and self-care, helping her clients achieve a state of holistic wellness.

"Physical fitness is just one piece of the puzzle," Jenniffer explains. "True transformation comes from caring for your mental and emotional health, too."

Never-Ending Journey

For Jenniffer Oramas, her fitness journey is not a destination but a never-ending adventure. She continues challenging herself, setting new goals, and inspiring others to do the same. Her commitment to personal growth and dedication to helping others make her a beacon of hope in the fitness world.

"Every day is a new opportunity to become a better version of yourself," Jenniffer says. "I want to keep evolving, inspiring, and transforming lives."

Jenniffer Oramas's fitness journey is a testament to the transformative power of determination, discipline, and self-love. Her story serves as an inspiration to anyone seeking positive change in their lives. Through her dedication to her well-being and her commitment to helping others, she has transformed her own life and become a source of motivation and support for countless others on their fitness journeys. Jenniffer's story reminds us that true transformation is a journey of self-discovery and growth and is well worth embarking upon.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Burning the Midnight Oil | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! My love for Lana Del Rey knows no bounds and I feel like a ton of her music reminds me of Bucky.

If you like what you read, throw me a reblog so that others can find my stuff! 🥰

Wanrings: Bucky’s tragic past, PTSD/ nightmares, feelings

"You don't ever have to

be stronger than you really are

when you're lying in my arms, baby."

The biting cold nudged you awake, dragging you out of your peaceful sleep. A harsh shiver wracked your body as you snuggled deeper under the covers and rolled over to face Bucky, searching desperately for his warmth. Still half-asleep, you pawed at the sheets, but found them empty and cold. The sharp realization that Bucky wasn’t lying next to you stripped all exhaustion from your body and sent your heart pounding.

Discovering that he was absent from the bed in the middle of the night was never good. Sometimes, he rushed out the door for a dangerous, last-minute mission. Other times, he was lying on the floor in the midst of a panic attack, barely able to breathe. The sharp chill bit at your skin as you threw your blankets to the floor and flicked on your bedside lamp, finding the room empty. Bucky’s large form didn’t lie sprawled upon the ground, nor did he inhabit the en suite bathroom. Dread poked holes in your heart as you resigned yourself to that fact that Bucky had left on yet another middle of the night mission.

A disappointed huff echoed through the room as you scooped up your blankets and piled them on top of the bed, wishing he’d woken you to say goodbye. You reached for your phone, hoping that Bucky had at least sent you a text explaining the details of his absence, but a small sound stopped you. Someone quietly cleared their throat in the living room, catching your attention. You’d know that sound anywhere- it was Bucky.

Once again, you ditched your covers. A sharp inhale pierced your chest as you fled the warmth of your bed and high-tailed it in the direction of Bucky’s voice, the cold air nipping at your skin. In the dim living room, Bucky sat in his favorite armchair, quietly reading by the light of a solitary lamp.

“Buck...?” He lifted his head from his book and met your curious gaze, a small smile stretching across his lips.

“Sweetheart, hey. Did I wake you?” He gently folded the corner of his page, leaving a dog-ear to mark his place. He could practically hear your teeth grinding together at the sight of yet another folded page and couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not one of yours,” Bucky’s metal hand raised the book, showing you the cover, “I promise”.

You gave him a dramatic roll of your eyes and padded in his direction with a smirk- he knew you too well. He laughed once more as you fell into his lap and made yourself comfortable, your body resting perfectly against his.

“You didn’t wake me. I just…I woke up and you weren’t there- I got nervous, that’s all”. Your fingers danced through Bucky’s soft locks, your nails gently scratching against his scalp. His book landed against the floor as he ditched it completely, committing all his attention to you, instead. The strong arms you’d often referred to as ‘home’ wound around you, binding you to Bucky’s warm chest.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you”, he nuzzled his face into your neck, pressing a light kiss to your pulse, “I just couldn’t sleep- came out here to read instead.” Alarm bells rang inside your head. Being tired was no longer a temporary state for Bucky- it was a lifestyle. He always fell asleep quickly, even if he didn’t stay that way for long.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

“No”, he said simply- no explanation, no elaboration. Your hands removed his head from your neck and brought his face up to yours, your eyes narrowing as you stared him down.

“Don’t give me that look”, he pinched at your sides, using your ticklish spots against you, “I’m not lying, doll. I haven’t had one in a while- it must be the adrenaline.” Bucky had returned from a particularly harrowing mission just a day earlier, and explained how his body was still full to the brim with the anxiety and energy that helped get him through. “I’m okay, though. I’m sure I’ll crash soon.”

A strong yawn overpowered you, forcing your head back as exhaustion crept into your bones. “Come on, let’s get you back to bed,” Bucky swept you up into his arms, but you protested- something you never did when he held you.

“If you’re gonna stay up, I wanna stay up with you. I don’t-” another yawn interrupted you, sending Bucky into a fit of laughter. He carried you to bed despite your pushback and got you settled under the covers, smiling as he watched you get comfortable. Bucky watched as your eyes fell slowly shut, losing the fight against sleep in almost record time.

“Come back to bed soon?” you breathed, reaching out for Bucky with your last stores of energy.

“Very soon”, he pressed a kiss to your hand, “promise”. With that, you were out. Bucky tightened the blankets around you just a bit more and left a kiss on your forehead, smiling down at his best girl. He flicked off your bedside lamp and padded quietly out of the room, but not before giving you one last look. He quietly shut the door and retrieved his book from the floor, resuming his place in his favorite chair.

A sharp ray of sun poked at you, rousing you from your deep sleep. A tired groan tumbled from your lips and you rolled over, hiding your face from the morning light. You reached for Bucky’s strong arms, but he was nowhere to be found. He was always waking up earlier than you on the weekends, cooking you breakfast and making sure there was coffee ready when you got out of bed- but the apartment was silent. The smell of coffee didn’t float through the air, nor did you hear Bucky clanging around in the kitchen.

Figuring that Bucky had gone for run, you hopped out of bed and headed for the kitchen. Since he was always making you breakfast, you figured it was time you returned the favor. But just as you turned the corner toward the kitchen, the sound of quiet snoring caught your attention.

Bucky’s limp body still rested in the armchair, his head slumped over to one side. His book lay sprawled against the floor, its pages crinkled against the hardwood. With silent steps, you crept toward Bucky and scooped up his book, placing it gently on the coffee table.

You knew his enhanced hearing would pick up the sounds of you mulling around the kitchen, but you moved as stealthily as possible to get the coffee started. His arms were around you in no time, holding you close as you got the coffeemaker going.

“Morning to you too, Barnes”, you turned around, meeting his lips with yours, “Missed you in bed”. He let his forehead fall against yours, allowing for a dissatisfied grumble to escape his chest. “I know…I’m sorry, sweets. I got way too into my book. I didn’t realize that I passed out until I heard you in here”.

“I know, Buck. It’s not a big deal”, you ghosted your lips over his, “I still love ya”. He landed a light smack to your ass and banished you to a barstool, promising that he’d make breakfast to make it up to you. His large hands worked quickly to prepare a cup of coffee for you just the way you liked it, delivering it to you in your favorite mug.

Bucky watched with a smile as you sipped on it casually, telling him all about the wild dreams you’d had the night before. “Yeah, and so then I had to coach the soccer team because the real coaches got arrested- but no one would tell me why! And you know who the coaches were? Trixie and Katya!”

Bucky looked up from his waffle batter, a silly smile toying with the corners of his lips, “the drag queens?” He threw his head back in a laugh at your emphatic “YES!” and felt his heart swell- God, you were adorable. He served you your cinnamon waffles with a bowl of strawberries and a second cup of coffee, another “I’m sorry” falling from his lips.

“You are more than forgiven, Sarge” you popped a strawberry into his mouth, wiping at the sweet juice that stained his lips. The two of you ate and did the dishes together, enjoying the lazy, stress-free Saturday morning.

The day passed without incident, the two of you taking a walk in the park and grabbing Thai food for dinner at your favorite local place. Bucky dragged you into the bakery down the street and bought you the macarons that you deemed “too expensive”, relishing in the smile that spread across your face as you tried each one. He, of course, refused to take a bite of any of them and swore that they were just for you- but folded like he always did when you gave him your puppy dog eyes. It was a perfect day and an even better night, Bucky slipping into the shower with you and making you see stars.

He carried you to bed afterward, your damp hair sending goosebumps across his skin. “I love you…” he snuggled in close to you, wrapping his warm body around yours, “I love you a lot”. It was clear to you that Bucky still felt a twinge of guilt about the previous night, but there was no need.

“And I love you, Buck. A whole lot.” You reached for the lamp and flicked it off, sending the room into a dark stillness. Bucky tightened his grip around you and listened for your breathing to steady, waiting for his best girl to fall asleep.

You stirred around 3:15am, the urge to pee ruining the perfect dream you’d been having. Quickly and quietly, you padded to the bathroom, only realizing on your walk back to bed that Bucky was missing.

“Not again,” you snapped your head in the direction of the bedroom door, discovering a soft, yellow light emanating from the living room. “Buck…” you muttered, dragging your body from the bedroom to search for your super soldier.

He sat in the same place as the night before, his nose buried in a book while his metallic fingers played absentmindedly with the corner of the page.

“Burning the midnight oil?” Bucky’s eyes left the words and met your gaze, an apologetic smile pulling at his lips. A slight shiver made your body shake, forcing you to cross your arms over your chest in an attempt to conserve your heat.

“Hey, sweets, what are you doing up?”

You padded over to Bucky and perched on the arm of his chair, staring down at him with disapproval. “I could ask you the same thing, Barnes. Are we gonna have a problem?”

When the two of you first got together, Bucky had an issue being honest. He couldn’t seem to open up to you when he was struggling, nor did he ever dare ask you for help. And his habit of suffering in silence drove him to a seemingly-apocalyptic panic attack that convinced him he was dying.

He’d shown up at your door looking like a ghost of himself, scaring you half to death as he gasped for breath. It took nearly an hour to get him calmed down, and several hours after that for him to finally spill his guts to you. He told you every detail he could remember about Hydra, and the anxiety that often plagued him.

And when everything was laid out on the table, you made him promise to be honest from then on out. You assured him that you loved him for exactly who he was, Winter Soldier and all, and that you’d much rather hear about his troubled past than have him suffer in such a state of panic.

He reached for your hand and left a few kisses on your palm before pressing it gently to his cheek. “No problem here, doll, I swear I’m okay…I honestly don’t know what the deal is- just can’t fall asleep”. His arms tugged you from your seat and landed you in his lap, his body heat granting you a welcome respite from the cold.

“Are you sure? Cause if there’s something eating at you, Buck, you can talk to me- I want you to talk to me”. You twisted your fingers into his hair, making an automatic smile stretch across his face.

“I know that, sweets…” his grasp around you tightened, burying you deeper in the warmth of his body, “but there’s nothing to talk about. I laid in bed for hours before I came out here- no luck.” He threw you a defeated shrug and trailed kisses from your forehead to your lips, just like he always did.

“You promise? I mean, you always used to swear that you were okay, and then-” Bucky took your face in his hands, silencing you. He could tell the worry that you’d locked away all those months ago was rearing its ugly head, threatening to break free and wreak havoc on your psyche.

“I promise- just excess adrenaline or something, alright?” he offered you his pinky, linking it with yours in an effort to grant you a little peace of mind. With narrowed eyes and a faux-frown you gave his pinky a gentle tug, sealing the promise in place. “I just care about you, Buck…” the lighthearted tone left your words completely, exposing your deep-rooted anxiety, “I don’t mean to bug you- I just worry”.

Bucky pulled you tighter against his body, enveloping you completely in the safety of his arms. “I don’t think anyone’s ever cared about me as much as you do- it’s never a bother, you could never be a bother, doll. I welcome it.”

You rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beating of his super-soldier heart. The sound brought you more comfort than you ever thought any one thing could, and before you knew it, you were falling asleep. “Alright, back to bed you go” Bucky swept you into his arms and carried you to bed, gently placing you back under the covers.

“Buck, would you stay? Just for a minute…” you pulled your head from the pillow, catching Bucky just as he stepped through the bedroom door, “I miss you”.

Without hesitation, Bucky crawled back into bed and pulled you flush against his chest, dropping kisses on the top of your head one right after another. “Of course, baby. I’m here”, he squeezed you a bit tighter, “you can go to sleep”. With Bucky in his rightful spot in your bed, you drifted easily off to sleep- but the same could not be said for him.

For three subsequent nights, Bucky snuck out of the bed you two shared and planted himself in the armchair, diving into his book while you slept without him. And every night, you woke to find him missing, disappointment and loneliness slowly chiseling away at your heart.

On the sixth night of Bucky’s absence, you wrapped yourself in the cozy quilt that adorned your bed and trudged into the living room. It was 3:47am and exhaustion threatened to force you to the floor, but a fierce determination to drag Bucky back to bed kept you going.

As you crept into the living room, your quilt dragging along the floor behind you, you laid eyes on Bucky. His head rested in one of his hands and his eyes squinted down at the page before him as he clearly struggled to stay awake.

“Buck…?”

A sharp jolt rattled Bucky’s body, your voice startling him out of his stupor. He looked up at you slowly, exhaustion making every movement that much more difficult. “Sweetheart, hi” he rasped, his groggy voice clearly struggling to appear cheery. His crystalline blue eyes, usually clear and alert, were foggy and vacant, betraying just how tired he was. Dark circles lived under his eyes and the healthy color was drained from his face, leaving him lifeless and ghost-like.

“Don’t tell me you’re okay, because you’re not,” you dropped the quilt and marched over to him, taking the book from his hands.

“Buck, I need you to talk to me. Right now. You’re clearly exhausted-” a slight crack in your voice sent a sharp pang of anxiety to Bucky’s chest, “what’s going on with you?”

Bucky’s head fell back and he resigned himself to defeat- but an inkling of relief tugged at his heart. He hated hiding things from you, hated keeping up the charade of being okay when he was falling apart at the seams. With a labored groan, he sat up straight in his chair. His tired muscles ached and throbbed, his exhausted mind foggy as he tried to lay all of his cards out on the table.

“That first night that you found me out here…I’d had a nightmare”. Bucky watched you cover your face with your hands, a crippling sensation of shame clawing at his chest. “I know, I know- I’m sorry. I should’ve told you, baby. I know”, he waited for a moment, only continuing his story when you’d composed yourself a bit.

“I couldn’t go back to sleep after, so I came out here to read- that’s the truth. But then…” Bucky’s vibranium hand gripped his dog tags, forcing a quiet whine from the thin metal. “Then I just- I didn’t want to sleep…every time I closed my eyes, I saw that same nightmare playing on an endless loop- I couldn’t take it”.

You lowered yourself onto the coffee table, the weight of Bucky’s words forcing you to sit down. “So you’re saying that-” Bucky nodded, confirming your fear. “Yeah. We’d go to bed and I’d wait for you to fall asleep, then I’d spend the rest of the night out here- forcing myself to stay awake”. Bucky’s dark chuckle sent goosebumps over your skin, “I got through four and a half books, though”.

But it wasn’t funny. You didn’t laugh or even crack a smile at Bucky’s attempt at humor. “Buck, you can’t- you have to sleep”, you tensed your jaw, pushing the raw emotion aside as best you could, “this is serious”. He knew you were right, and he was certain that he’d thrown your anxiety into overdrive, but he didn’t know what to say. An uncomfortable silence pushed its way between the two of you, filling you with a strange sense of isolation.

A shiver crawled up your spine, making your body shake against the unwelcome chill. “Oh, sweetheart-” Bucky grabbed the quilt you’d left on the floor and wrapped it around you, banishing the cold from your body.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you stared down at Bucky, watching him tuck the ends of your blanket around your feet. “You promised, Buck.”

His head fell forward. The utter brokenness in your voice, your seemingly hopeless tone shattered him completely. Shame twisted in his chest, making it ache and throb as he thought about what you said. He made a promise to you, but chose break it- something he swore he’d never do.

“I didn’t…I don’t like telling you about this stuff, baby”, he raked a hand through his hair and lifted his tired eyes, meeting your worried gaze. “I’ve told you all about Hydra and my missions and the anxiety, but I haven’t- I don’t like to tell you about the dreams…”

“I’m an adult- I’m a grown man…I’m a fucking Avenger. I shouldn’t be bothered by them, you know? It’s embarrassing…” He rocked back on his heels, allowing his butt to land against the cold hardwood. You slid from the coffee table to the floor, landing just a few inches from Bucky’s exhausted form. With a light touch, you placed a hand on his knee, ensuring him that you were there- you were with him.

A sudden, sharp cringe pulled his brows together, forcing the alarm bells in your head to sound at full volume. “Um, since I’m being honest…do you remember how I told you that I’d had fewer nightmares since moving in?” You looked at him expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop, only to feel your heart shatter.

“You’ve been hiding them from me this whole time…” You felt your chest tighten at the thought of Bucky suffering in silence- all alone.

“I didn’t hide all of them, not the-”

“Not the ones that woke me up?”

He nodded sheepishly, explaining that he couldn’t hide the nightmares if you were the one shaking him awake as he screamed. He could practically feel the anxiety rising in your body, the tension turning your pliant muscles into rock hard knots.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry- I never want to lie to you or hide things, but I-” With the raising of your hand, you silenced him. Nervous energy twisted in Bucky’s stomach as he sat before you, waiting for you to speak.

“I’m not mad, Buck”, you finally said, “I’m not happy that you kept all this to yourself, and I wish you’d told me like you promised you would, but…I just hate that you’ve been dealing with this alone- how can I help you? What can I do, babe? I just want you to sleep- I need you to rest.”

Bucky scooted closer to you and leaned his head against the crook of your neck, releasing a deep sigh. “I don’t think there’s anything you can do doll,” he whispered, “I’m so fucking tired…I’m gonna pass out soon, and then I’ll have the dream again- and the whole cycle will start over”.

Your heart broke for him, splintering and shattering into hundreds of sharp, tiny pieces. If anyone deserved rest, it was Bucky. But the ghosts of his past plagued him so violently, so aggressively, threatening to ruin his present and his future.

“Okay, how about this- let’s just get you into bed, alright?” Bucky tried to protest, but didn’t have the energy to put up much of a fight. “We won’t turn the light off and we’ll keep the tv on- I’ll put on something happy…and when you wake up from the nightmare, I’ll be right there. I’ll coax you through it, okay? We’re gonna get you some rest- I promise.”

He didn’t resist when you pulled him from the floor and escorted him to the bedroom, his hulking form leaning against you as he trudged down the hall. With the blanket wrapped securely around him, Bucky felt a sense of peace- but it was eclipsed by overwhelming anxiety. He didn’t want to close his eyes. He didn’t want to see the gory, bloody carnage that sat dormant in his brain. He started spiraling, willing his body to flee from the bed and find safety in his trusty armchair, but your voice brought him back.

“Why don’t you want to tell me about the nightmares?” you snuggled into bed next to Bucky, gently stroking his scarred chest, “I know you said it’s embarrassing because you’re an Avenger or something, but do you think that Steve never had nightmares? Sam? Nat? Tony? Everyone on the team has been through shit- you more than anyone else. Nightmares are a normal response…”

Bucky shrugged, his aching muscles protesting against the motion. With exhaustion taking hold of him and stripping him of his usual filter, Bucky dropped the truth on you all at once.

“I should be stronger than this…”

You stared at him, your mouth hanging slightly ajar. Bucky was the strongest person you’d ever known- mentally and physically. To have suffered so much, only to remain so kind, so grounded, was a miraculous feat.

“Buck, having nightmares doesn’t mean that you’re weak-”

“But letting them keep me awake does…” he breathed, “letting them torture me to the point of avoiding sleep simply because I’m too fucking scared to close my eyes- that makes me weak”.

He left you speechless. How Bucky could be so cold, so callous toward himself, lacking any fiber of empathy or understanding, broke your heart. “I don’t want- I don’t want you thinking less of me…this isn’t what you signed up for when we got together, baby,” Bucky’s eyes dipped once again, the unbridled humiliation forcing his gaze downward. “I want to be strong for you. I’m a fucking super soldier-“

“I know you’re a super soldier, but you’re human. Before you’re anything else- you’re a human being. It’s okay to be affected by these things, Buck. It’s okay to be scared.” You placed a hand under his chin, lifting his eyes to meet yours, “You don’t have to put up a façade with me- you don’t have to pretend. If you can’t be vulnerable with me, if you can’t let your guard down and be honest about what you’re going through- it’s only going to make things worse”. Bucky nodded- he knew you were right- but the humiliation still threatened to eat him alive.

“And hey, I didn’t sleep for a week after seeing the last IT- and that’s literally a movie about a spooky clown”, Bucky half smiled at your quip, looking more at peace than he had all night. “You’ve faced some real horrors- things that no one on this planet could even imagine. Your mind revisits them at night as a way to deal and cope- you’re literally reliving some of the worst moments of your life, of course it affects you”.

Tears stung at Bucky’s eyes. Emotion and exhaustion had his head spinning, a complete loss for words preventing him from even responding.

“Hey, we can talk about this more in the morning-alright?” you pressed a kiss to Bucky’s forehead and grabbed the remote, turning on Golden Girls at a low volume. “Okay, ya Girls are playing, the lamp is on- is there anything else I can do for you right now?” Bucky just shook his head, still too overwhelmed to say much of anything.

He freed his arms from their blanket burrito and tugged you against his body, holding you tight to his chest like he always did. “I’m always here for you, Buck. You never have to be embarrassed- I just want what’s best for you. Okay?” He nodded, finally feeling a sense of relief. With you there, Bucky could endure anything.

“Baby…I love you” he managed to whisper, squeezing you tighter as he let his eyelids flutter shut. With the uncertain darkness of sleep on the horizon, he prayed silently that he wouldn’t see the faces of those who tortured him all those years - but knew that if he did, you’d be right there to save him.

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[frenchfrywrites]

Distracting MILF Lucifer

MINORS DNI

warnings: soft-ish dom-ish top reader, bottom sub-ish milf Lucifer, erectile disfunction, feminization, mommy kink, mentions of vers lucifer/reader, bit of humiliation

It’s been weeks since you first cleaned Mammon’s family pool and fucked his older brother, Lucifer. One of those two things you now do regularly.

And it’s not cleaning the pool.

You’re not always fucking though. You go on dates, you call and text when you're not together, you keep a toothbrush in the bathroom attached to his room, and recently you've gotten close enough that he's given you a key so you can enter the house and his room at the end of a day.

Today when you let yourself into his room– carefully avoiding his brothers along the way, you hear the shower on in his bathroom. Semi-disappointed that you have to wait to see Lucifer, you flop onto his bed, and make yourself comfortable there, snuggling against the pillows against the bed frame. After a few seconds of waiting you pull out your phone to play some dumb game while you wait.

The shower turns off and not much later Lucifer enters the room, but you’re too preoccupied with playing on your phone to look up. You hear him move around a bit, shuffling in drawers, mumbling, and then you feel the bed sink as he slides in next to you. This is your cue, so you set your phone down on the side table and turn to him.

"Oh!" You exclaim, your eyes widening as you take in the view in front of you. Lucifer is adorned with a very pretty lingerie set: a bralette and some panties, both made of black lace. He's holding lube in one hand, and just the suggestion of what that means makes your dick stir in your pants.

"Hi," you mumble softly, reaching out to cup his cheek. Lucifer melts into your touch dropping the bottle of lube next to you then scooching forward so he can straddle your lap. He wraps his arms around your neck to pull you closer to him.

"Hello," is all he says before leaning in to kiss you.

“How was your day?” you ask before he gets carried away. He huffs,

“It could have been much better,” he confesses, looking annoyed and exhausted. “I’d rather not talk about it,” you nod and his expression changes to one of mild amusement, “do you think you’re up for distracting me tonight, baby?”

You kiss him again, “I’d love to mommy,” you pull away just enough to mumble against his lips then return to kissing him.

As you kiss you let your hands wander until they both find themselves at Lucifer's chest, pulling his bralette down just enough for you to play with his nipples. You can tell he's trying to contain himself, that he's trying to stay collected, but soft moans leave him against his will while his chest arches into your touch. You tug and flick his nipples, feeling them harden under your touch. The urge to pull away from Lucifer’s kisses to suck his nipples is strong, but his arms around your neck, keeping you in place, are stronger.

Your dick is fully erect by now, and Lucifer knows it. He grinds his ass against the tent in your pants shamelessly. Both of you moan at the sensation.

Letting your hands once again wander, you place one on his hip and the other makes its way down to his panties.

You cup his dick gently and find that he's completely soft. Lucifer pulls away to look down at his groin, his lips all puffy and spit-slicked. “Is your dick not working tonight mommy?" you ask simply, after a second of the two of you staring at his junk.

Lucifer’s head shoots up to look at you, his eyes wide and worried. "I'm sorry, I don't- it's- I can go get a pill, I-" you shush him, cutting off his rambling.

"It's okay mommy, you don't even need it," you rub soothing circles into his hip, feeling him relax under your touch. He flushes and squirms in your lap, likely both embarrassed and aroused by your words. You pet his cock softly over his panties, "you’ve had a hard day so you just relax and let me take care of you. And anyways, your cock is just here to look pretty, otherwise it's useless," he keens softly, grinding into your touch. "I'll just make you cum from your cunt instead."

Lucifer’s eyes widen and his hips stutter, “baby,” he sounds embarrassed, like you don’t already know how depraved he is.

“I’ll make you cum like a girl mommy,” you promise, giving him a brief kiss. “Can you get up for a second? I’m going to get out of these clothes,” you pat his thighs, and he immediately does as he’s told without protest.

You then get up from the bed to undress, feeling his eyes watching you hungrily as you do. The desire to be back on the bed with him outweighs how you want to tease him by slowly stripping. So you hurry up while Lucifer hums appreciatively with each article of clothing removed, his eyes gravitating to your hard cock as you pull off your underwear.

Getting yourself comfortable leaning against the bed frame again you first help Lucifer out of his panties, then manhandle him back onto your lap.

“Think you can ride me tonight?” you ask, running your hands along his soft thighs. He purses his lips for a second,

“Perhaps. If you promise to help a bit, baby,” is what he finally tells you. You grin up at him,

“Of course mommy.” With that settled you reach for the lube next to you, coating your fingers. Meanwhile, Lucifer busies himself with stroking your cock slowly. He plays with your head, strokes the shaft a bit, and fondles your balls, all the while looking like he’ll start drooling any minute now.

You bat his hands away so you can focus on him. Lucifer leans back a bit, giving you access to his hole. His flaccid dick is on full display for you, hanging there and looking wonderfully pathetic and pretty. Your cock twitches as you look at him, and Lucifer, who’s been watching you through lidded eyes, moans softly.

Gently you circle his puffy hole with your lubed fingers, “tell me how much you want me mommy,” you prompt him. Lucifer avoids eye contact,

“I want you very much baby,” he pauses, so you give him a look and he continues, “I want your dick inside of me, I’ve been thinking about this all day, I want it in my cuh-” he again pauses, “want it in my cunt,” stumbling a bit over his words and whispering at the end, a flush blooms all over his skin from the humiliation that comes from telling you his desires. You reward his honesty by pressing your fingers forward and into him. He gasps as you stretch him open, his eyes fluttering shut as his hands curl and uncurl.

“There you go Luci, just relax,” you encourage, rubbing and massaging your fingers against his hot insides. Your dick twitches as you grow excited from thinking about being inside of him soon. His shoulders drop, his breathing slowing, as a pleased sigh leaves him.

You’d hate to admit it, but you sort of love when Lucifer has a stressful or bad day, simply because you get to watch him unwind and submit to the pleasure you give him. With your free hand you stroke and rub his soft thighs,

“Feel good?” you ask, knowing the answer but wanting to hear the answer regardless.

“Oh yes, baby,” he moans, opening his eyes again as you add another finger. “Yes,” he whines as you press against his prostate, tightening around you while jerking his hips into your fingers, his cock flopping around a bit as he does.

You tease his prostate for a moment, getting him just hot and bothered enough that he whines pathetically when you remove your fingers.

Lucifer attempts to catch his breath as you lube up your cock, but he’s panting as he shamelessly stares at your lubed hand stroking yourself. He places his hands on your chest, steadying himself so he can lift his hips. You align yourself with his hole, kissing his jaw quickly before he slowly lowers himself onto you.

Your head pops in and he wails as he slides down your length, his eyes rolling into his head, pupils blown wide. You coo softly, placing your hands on his hips to steady him and make sure he takes his time.

It takes him a bit to adjust and stretch around your fat cock, but he manages, letting out a relieved groan as you bottom out inside of him. You rub his hips in what you hope is comforting for him.

Soon, Lucifer shakily lifts himself halfway off your dick, then lets himself down slowly. He does this over and over again, getting faster with each raise and drop. Along with the sporadic moans and groans, his breath picks up from the physical effort required to ride your dick.

Once he gets fully adjusted , you snap your hips up to fuck into him. Lucifer gasps out your name, squeezing tighter around you at the sensation.

“More,” he whines, his soft dick swings a bit with each thrust, leaking some pre cum onto your pelvis.

You move one hand from his hip to take ahold of his limp dick as you oblige him, thrusting up into him faster and harder. “Hm, maybe your dick isn’t so useless after all mommy,” Lucifer clenches tighter around you while his legs shake and quiver, though– with some considerable effort, he continues to bounce on your cock.

“When you can get it up again, maybe I’ll- hah let you put it inside of me,” Lucifer’s breath catches at that, his eyes widening before letting out a high pitched moan, “you like that?” you moan, imagining him trying his best to fuck you, “you wanna fuck me mommy?”

“Uhng- um, ye- oh, yuh-hah,” eventually he nods, giving up on trying to speak. He’s flushed and twitching all over, looking beyond cute from how excited and embarrassed he is. You tell him as much,

“You look so cute mama,” you groan, pinching at his foreskin a bit, not enough to hurt, but enough to hear him squeak as more pre flows out of him.

“Fuck, baby,” he whimpers, finally losing all ability to move himself, and letting you thrust up into him. “‘M going to-oh cum,” he whines, letting his head fall forward into your shoulder. You’re close too, but you don’t tell him that.

Instead, you rub his sticky tip, playing with his limp cock as you fuck up into him, getting closer and closer with each flutter of Lucifer’s hole.

“Are you- hah, going to cum from- ngh, me playing with your clit?” you tease, and unsurprisingly that’s what gets him off.

“Cummin’” squeals into your shoulder. You feel your hand get coated with the cum seeping from his head like a faucet, his hips jerking into your touch, back against your hips.

“Mommy,” you moan as you cum inside him without warning. You can hear him gasp then let out a choked moan as your cum fills him up. He kisses your shoulder, muttering soft yes’s and thank you’s as you jackrabbit your dick into him, fucking him through your orgasm. Over time you’ve learned that he absolutely loves when you cum without warning. And now is no different.

You’re both far too exhausted when you’re done for him to get off of you, so you cuddle for a bit as you catch your breath. No matter how many spin classes he takes, you have much better stamina than Lucifer, so you recover first. You carefully lift him off of you, some mild whines coming from him as your dick leaves him feeling empty. You set him down on his back on the bed next to you, then move to go get a washcloth and other aftercare items.

However, Lucifer’s hand on yours stops you.

“I’m just getting some stuff so you can relax better,” you explain, brushing some of his hair out of his face to see him looking lovingly at you.

“Thank you beloved,” he mumbles softly, bringing your hand to his mouth so he can kiss it gently.

“Ah!” you squeak quietly at his unexpected blatant display of affection, your heartbeat quickening and heat growing on your cheeks. Lucifer smirks at your reaction, letting you go.

You rush out of the bedroom, already thinking about what grossly sappy and romantic thing you’ll do to get back at him for flustering you.

[neurodivergientqueerthoughts]

Introduction

Have you been wondering what ADHD is really like? This will not be biased towards one minority of people who have ADHD. It will be focused on the big picture.

This document will explain the seriousness of ADHD and everything that may come with it. Make sure to do more research into ADHD, as I am not an expert (although I, myself, have ADHD). In this, I go into detail about different aspects of ADHD and why it should not be taken lightly.

What is ADHD?

(Note: Not everyone with ADHD has these symptoms. They can vary from person to person.)

Constant activity going on internally (Hyperactivity)

Hyperfixations

Hyperfocusing

Depression (Co-occurring)

Anxiety (Co-occurring)

Sensory Processing Disorder

Executive Dysfunction

Auditory Processing Disorder (Co-occurring)

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria

Insomnia / Sleep issues

Inability to focus

Difficulty switching tasks

Inability to stick to one task

Mood swings

Difficulty regulating emotions

Choice paralysis

Problems with focusing

Poor impulse control

Trouble recalling things, such as commonly used words

Exhaustion levels

Imposter syndrome

Overwhelm

Overstimulation / Sensory Overload

Understimulation

Memory issues

Motivation issues

Time blindness

Poor sense of time

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome (Co-occurring)

Extreme boredom

Going into Detail

Executive Dysfunction/ADHD Paralysis:

A feeling of constantly ‘waiting for something’, without knowing what or why.

Confusion as to how to start or do a task.

A feeling of being completely overwhelmed, even by mundane tasks, to a point of being unable to do the task or function.

A very good description of how this can feel is “a fuzzy-restless feeling when you need to do something but your brain won’t focus on anything… you’re silently begging yourself to just do one thing but instead you’re [sitting there] even though you don’t even want to be. It’s like your head is filled with heavy electric cotton… you’re both uncomfortable and unable to stop.”

This is not the same thing as procrastination or laziness. This occurs with tasks that the person is afraid to do, does not want to do, or even wants to do. Laziness means that a person does not feel like doing something, but they could if they wanted to. Executive dysfunction/ADHD paralysis can be described as something a person has been trying to do for [insert amount of time between minutes and months/years], but they physically cannot do the task and end up feeling like a failure because of that. It is debilitating.

Hyperfixation/Hyperfocus:

An extreme obsession over something. This can be creating something, finding out everything about something, or just something that creates extreme emotions in somebody.

This obsession can easily become unhealthy as the person may forget to take care of themselves due to it. However, these hyperfixations cause extreme joy or curiosity in the person.

Difficulty switching tasks:

“When you have ADHD, task switching can often be difficult. You might feel like you're stuck in a gear. It might be you're trying to start, and your gears just keep on grinding. Other times you may want to stop but the gear just stays in place because you're hyper-focusing on whatever you're doing.”

Inability to stick to one task:

People with ADHD often have issues with motivation, which leads to many unfinished projects.

If a task does not give a person with ADHD dopamine, they are often unable to complete the task (i.e. homework; chores).

Delayed Sleep Phase Syndrome:

Instead of having a regular circadian rhythm, with sleeping hours from 11 pm to 7 am, people have an irregular pattern of 2 am to about 10 am.

These times are flexible. However, this means that people with ADHD tend to have issues with falling asleep at a “normal time”.

Extreme boredom:

People with ADHD have issues with dopamine and serotonin.

There are moments when boredom can be painful. People with ADHD can be bored to tears due to extreme emotions and a lack of dopamine.

Time Processing:

If somebody has to leave at 8 am and they wake up at 5:30, they will think that they have two hours or less to get ready. Time seems to pass without a pattern or rhythm.

“Today is Monday, but tomorrow is Tuesday and I have class. After that is Wednesday: I’m having lunch with my mom. Then on Thursday, I have a night class which means it’s basically already Friday and this week is already over.”

Time Blindness:

Not knowing how much time has passed based on their ‘internal clock’; they don’t have one!

Being completely unaware of how much time something will take.

Memory issues:

With ADHD, memory can be greatly affected. Some things will be forgotten very quickly, and some things can be over-remembered.

Difficulty regulating emotions:

“Processing emotions starts in the brain. Sometimes the working memory impairments of ADHD allow a momentary emotion to become too strong, flooding the brain with one intense emotion.” -Thomas Brown, PhD

Brain imaging shows that delayed rewards don’t register for people with ADHD. They are more motivated by the instant gratification that strong emotions deliver.

As a result, a person with ADHD may struggle to deal rationally and realistically with events that are stressful, but not of grave concern.

Motivation issues:

People with ADHD have much lower levels of dopamine than those without ADHD. This causes the brain to constantly crave dopamine.

If a task is not providing the dopamine the brain wants, it will make a person with ADHD less motivated to complete the task, or even start it.

Overstimulation / Sensory Overload:

Information reaching the senses feels like an assault of competing stimuli.

Understimulation:

Outside stimuli are dulled, as if a shade has been pulled over the environment, muting sights, sounds, and touch. These people crave extra stimulation to feel alive.

Exhaustion levels:

Feeling fatigued and tired all the time can actually be related to ADHD. Due to low dopamine levels, people with ADHD can feel exhausted even after getting ample amounts of sleep.

Ironically, people can get bursts of energy from ADHD as well. This can be from hyperactivity or high amounts of dopamine.

Imposter Syndrome:

Feeling like a fraud and doubting your own abilities.

Somebody who is intelligent and who has ADHD can have imposter syndrome towards both. They are not related to each other, but the ways they are portrayed in media causes imposter syndrome.

Auditory Processing Disorder:

Things can take longer to process when somebody hears them than when they see/read them.

The amount or complexity of noise around somebody can affect how they hear things.

Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria:

Extreme anxiety towards being criticized or rejected by others, despite their relationship with the person.

Extreme pain or emotional sensitivity is caused by a sense of ‘rejection’.

Hyperactivity:

This is not always visible, if at all. There is constant activity going on inside of a person’s head when they have ADHD.

This creates difficulty with sleep and relaxation.

If visible, it usually takes the form of fidgeting or stimming.

“Dealing” with ADHD

ADHD cannot be fixed, but some things can help people work with it. The coping mechanisms vary from person to person, and they aren’t always going to work. Getting diagnosed with ADHD is the best step to take before anything else, as trained professionals can help with ADHD symptoms.

It is important to understand that ADHD is a learning and doing disability. It affects every aspect of life, but it isn’t a bad thing! Many things with ADHD can be positive as well. Hyperfocusing can lead to a lot of productivity! Additionally, people with ADHD are known to be more creative and inventive (according to numerous studies). Empathy and compassion are higher in individuals with ADHD. People with ADHD even have a stronger moral compass!

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Request by anon: so, like, this is my first time requesting and I’m nervous, but like I have this strong feeling that sasuke is a bottom, so can I have the reader dominating him and he gets all shy??? like they’re yk, doing the deed and he starts acting like a brat, so the reader like flips them over so they’re on top and they make him behave?? yeah sorry if that was too much👉🏻👈🏻

I'm always happy to write a little bit of fun with my mans Sasuke. Don't even worry yourself there. 🥺❤

Behave, Uchiha || {NSFW} Sasuke x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, dirty talk, offensive language (swearing)

Word Count: 1k

When you opened the front door of the house you had expected to see Sasuke asleep on the couch. He had just gotten home from a mission the day before and he had been exhausted when he had gotten back. You stepped into the kitchen and caught sight of him as he stood in front of the sink, dishes in hand as he finished the few that had been sitting there.

Your eyes grew wide as you looked over at him and cleared your throat. He hadn’t even noticed that you had come in. “Are you seriously doing the dishes?”

Sasuke jumped a little and turned around, setting the plate he had back in the sink. He snickered and stepped forward, wiping his hands on the nearest towel. “I just figured since you’ve been so busy I could help out a little.”

You stretched your arms out for him and wrapped him into a hug. “Well, I appreciate it greatly.”

He hugged you back, as tight as he could, happy to be home again. He held you back a little and cupped your face on your hands, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I missed you, you know.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the way his eyes softened when he was with you. The normal Sasuke Uchiha was always hard and uninviting. He never wanted anyone to bother him unless there was a good reason. But you were completely different for him.

As you realized just how long it had been since you had felt his lips on yours, you deepened your kiss, watching as his hands left your face and gripped your waist tightly. Sasuke pushed you back, leading you down the hallway, straight for the bedroom that the two of you shared.

You couldn’t help but smile into his kiss as he pushed you through the hallway. The bedroom door was closed quickly and forcefully after him as he took his hands from your waist. The smirk that now painted his features made you swallow hard, a shiver running down your spine. His voice was deep as he stepped toward you. “You look nervous, pretty girl. What’s the matter?”

You leaned toward him as he stepped between your open legs, his hands touching your shoulders, pushing you back against the mattress. Sasuke had always done quick work, his hands wrapped into the waistband of your sweatpants, tugging them down your legs easily. His hand pushed between your thighs, slowly rubbing your folds with his fingers. You whined out his name, pleasure already coursing through you.

Sasuke teased, his fingers just barely touching you, just enough to get you going. “You like that, princess?”

You were reeling underneath him, begging him for more as he grinned deviously at you. “Sasu-Sasuke, p-please.”

He ignored your pleads, keeping the same slow pace while your hips rocked against his fingers. As he leaned over you again you had an idea. You wrapped your legs around him and rolled, flipping his back onto the mattress.

Any other time you never would have been able to do something like this. Sasuke had always been much stronger than you were. If he hadn’t been completely off guard you would have been pinned back down in an instant.

You leaned toward him, pressing your lips to his neck as you straddled his hips. Sasuke made an amused sound, his hands flying to your waist, fingers digging into your skin. You chuckled as you watched his eyes turn desperate, your hips grinding against the bulge in his pants. “What’s the matter, pretty boy?” You mocked him as you placed your hands on his chest, tugging at his shirt with your nails.

He dropped his head back as your hands tugged at the waistband of his sweatpants. “F-fuck, Y/n.”

You slowly pulled at them, bringing his pants down his legs. Your nails gently scratched at his groin, causing another amused sound to escape him. His length stood before you, your hand wrapping around it as you slowly pumped. “Not so tough now, are you baby?”

Sasuke hummed as he felt your body lift from his, your hand guiding him to your entrance. You lowered yourself onto him, whining as his girth filled your tight cunt. You slowly moved your hips over him, whining more and more as his fingers dug into your side. “Shit, Sasuke.”

The coil in your abdomen grew as your hips rut into his own more and more. His head pushed back into the pillows and a groan spilled from him. Bliss coursed through both of your veins as you quickened your pace. The noises leaving his mouth were magical as you leaned into his neck, placing soft kisses on his skin.

He could feel himself growing closer and closer to his release as you rode him. His grunts and groans got louder as your hands ran down his chest, leaving scratch marks in their wake.

Sasuke gripped you tighter, moving his hips in time with your own. You could feel yourself reaching your high, his hands moving from your hips to your breast. As he squeezed them tightly you threw your head back, a loud whine leaving you. The coil in your abdomen snapped as his hips rut into yours harshly, his cock twitching inside your walls as he emptied himself out. Your cunt clenched around him, his name rolling off your tongue as you tried your hardest to not completely lose yourself.

Sasuke wrapped himself around you and sat up, placing his lips to yours roughly as he held you against him. “Maybe I should let you take control more often, darling?”

You smiled and buried yourself into his chest. “You know as well as I do that you’d never be able to do that, Uchiha.”

He chuckled and smirked at you. “Yea, you’re probably right, doll.”

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[xandria]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 : ᴄᴏᴄᴋᴡᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ

   — includes : Bokuto, Hinata, Tendou

𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 : 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘥𝘶𝘣𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘢 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯𝘵

♡ this man is too pure, does it just to be close to you ♡ innocent and wholesome, that’s how it always starts anyways ♡ he promises he only has pure intentions when he approaches you ♡ “wanna be as close as we can” 🥺 ♡ he whines it out like a justifiable reason as he slides your panties to the side ♡ you want to believe him, you want to trust he'll behave ♡ 100% does not behave though, honestly, this is your fault, you know better ♡ you know how quickly he comes undone buried in your tight, wet heat ♡ not that he cares though, he's positively shameless ♡ he definitely wants to do it in a dark room with friends because he can   ♡ gets off on the idea that he’s balls deep in you and no one in the room knows ♡ but you know better, so why the hell did you agree to this? ♡ oh, that's right

- ♥ -

   His strained gasp sounds off in your ear, shaky and stifled, caught in his throat as you clench around him. With his lips pressed to your ear, you are going absolutely insane with each subtle noise he makes, each stuttering breath from the way you affect him going straight to your cunt and making you soak around him.

Your muscles ache from the tension of trying to stay still, and the way his breath comes out ragged and unsteady let's you know he's in the same shape. Luckily, his labored breathing can't be heard over the movie playing in front of you, and no one can see underneath the blanket, where your dress is hiked up to your waist, Bokuto's shorts pushed down slightly, and every inch of his cock stuffed inside you. His hot breath on the back of your neck, the way his lips graze the shell of your ear, his taught chest and chiseled arms embracing you tightly, it is taking everything within you not to jerk your hips violently. You can tell by the way his heavy pants in your ear get louder, and his roaming hands become more grabby that your little 'cuddling season' is getting very dangerous very quickly. 

You freeze when Bokuto moves slightly to adjust his position laying on the couch. At least, that's what you hope it looked like from above the blanket, because beneath it, he just angled his hips to pull back an inch and then push forward, sighing deeply through his nose as he presses the head of his cock as far as it will go. You inhale sharply, wincing when it makes a louder noise than you wished for, then relaxing after a few moments of no one noticing. Only when his tip is hugged tightly to your cervix does he settle back into stillness. You want to turn and glare at him, but the lethal grip his biceps have around your waist keeps you stationary in his arms as his large palms roam your sides.

"Kou," you whisper in a warning tone that he doesn't register. He simply buries his face in your hair and hums happily in response, pleased that you are calling out to him. You look up to assess the potential risk around you. Atsumu is the most likely to notice first, as he is sitting on the couch right beside you, but he also seems the most distracted, idly chatting with Hinata during the movie. Ok, you figure, if you can just keep Bokuto in check, maybe you can keep from-

Your breath catches in your throat, thoughts interrupted, when bokuto's hands suddenly slide underneath your shirt, palming your breasts. Teasing your nipples with his fingers, he pinches your sensitive buds, and whether it be involuntary or as revenge for his teasing, your hips jerk back into him, and your walls squeeze his cock tightly, something you immediately regret.

His head falls back and he sighs in pleasure a little too loudly.

A few of your friend's eyes are now on you, specifically Atsumu's, who's staring hard at the two of you with rightful suspicion, before he says a phrase that you and Bokuto, unfortunately, know all too well.

"Hands check!" At the order of the blonde, you and Bokuto raise your hands from under the blanket to show that they aren't up to anything nefarious, and your friends, satisfied, return their attention to the movie.

Thank god they didn’t ask y'all to stand up.

Some time passes and you start to get hopeful, Bokuto seemingly behaving himself as he lays still on the couch behind you. Your friends start to leave one by one, and you actually think for a moment that you'll get out of this scandalous situation with the entirety of your dignity intact. That is, until another guest exits, leaving only Atsumu and Sakusa left, and you feel sudden suspicion and dread at how your boyfriend starts glancing between them and the door. You are moments away from giving Bo a small reminder of patience when he opens his mouth to address the remaining guests.

“Okay guys, I’ll be completely honest, I’m balls deep in y/n right now and getting pretty into it, so, if you wouldn’t mind heading out!”

The small, lingering moment of silence after your boyfriend's announcement rings loudly in your head, and you will yourself to be less aware of your friend's deadpan stares.

“...Really, Bokuto? Really?” Atsumu’s jeers, and then starts laughing. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry.” Sakusa regards you, apologizing on behalf of the two fools in the room. 

“...It’s fine...“ You mumble from behind your hands, burning red with embarrassment. 

You can just feel the beefy man behind you beam with excitement as he watches your friends stand and leave. He’s on you the second the door is closed, moaning lowly in your ear,

“M’fucking dying to finish what I started,”

♡ needs it for naps 🥺 ♡ this pretty boy isn’t often tuckered out, but when he is ♡ he still wants to be close to you sooo bad  ♡ just needs to hold you and feel you wrapped around him  ♡ so he’ll crawl into bed, pulling you into his grip ♡ burying his face in your hair and his cock in your cunt <3 ♡ and just, pass out like that ♡ heaven for him, sometimes inconvenient for you. ♡ don’t even think of trying to move though, this is his sacred time  ♡ even if you could escape his beefy grip, ♡ he’s a light sleeper :) and grumpy when waken from naps :) ♡ oh, and he takes it real personally if you ruin his precious cockwarming naps

- ♥ -

   You knew you should’ve said no… you’ve got groceries to get and a meeting to catch, but, when your tanned, beefy, exhausted-looking boyfriend walked through the door with heavy steps and spotted you on the couch with those tired hooded eyes, you just couldn’t resist what came next. 

When he crawled over to you with that lazy smile, a husky “hey there, pretty puppy” falling from his lips, when he wraps his strong arms around your torso and pulls you in, and especially when he grinds lazily against your ass, moaning a few praises before pulling your panties to the side and stuffing himself inside. Every single time, he hums happily at the way you have to adjust, twitching and whimpering in his grip, before relaxing into his form, and every single time, he is asleep within moments.

A while later, you try to glance at the clock, your movements limited by the big spoon embrace he has you trapped in, and you just know it’s probably time to get up. 

But… the soft hum of your boyfriend’s warm breath is on your neck, coming out in steady huffs, his nose nuzzled up to the skin behind your ear, and fuck. You thought you had stronger will power than this. 

With his warm embrace, the way his heartbeat thuds rhythmically against your back, his taught chest rising and falling with his peaceful sleep… Honestly, nothing would have made you get out of this heavenly embrace, except maybe, the burden of responsibilities, or maybe the ache of your hips from being wrapped up with your knees toward your chest for so long. You try to shift your hips to a more comfortable angle, and he twitches inside of you, reminding you of how positively filled you are right now. 

You huff, from sensation and frustration, and when the wall of muscle behind you doesn’t wake, you try your luck again. You push your legs against his thighs, trying to break free from the curled position his legs had pushed you in. You manage to free yourself some wiggle room, and you hopefully start to squirm your way out of his arms, when a sudden grip on your wrist catches your attention. 

“What’re you doing?” His tired voice grumbles out, almost innocently, but you know better, you’ve been caught. 

“I was… I have-“ You’re interrupted with your own gasp when he thrusts forward suddenly, pushing his now hardening cock deeper into you.

“You were what, baby? I thought you were being my cocksleeve,” he coos out the degradation with such dripping affection you almost feel guilty for waking him up from his nap. He leans in with a sigh, placing soft and sweet kisses on the skin of your neck, right below your jaw. “You’re so perfect as my little cocksleeve…”

“Shoyo,” You sigh in pleasure and relief, your eyes fluttering closed at his soft touches and warm praises, mistakenly taking his kind demeanor as a sign you were in the clear. You gasp in shock when he flips you over on your stomach in a mere moment.

“But, you woke me, so” He says, his sudden tone almost alarmingly dismissive as he sits up from you, leaving you whining at the loss of his warm chest on your back. He grips your hips in his large hands with vigor, “Now I have to punish you, okay?”

“S-Sho! Wait!” Your fingers grasp at the sheets as you tense. “Can’t,” is all he gives you, running a rough palm down your spine to squeeze your ass harshly.

“You’re my puppy, aren’t you? That means you’ll let me use you when I need you, right?”

♡ he does it to tease himself, and you ♡ can you tell this man is a masochist AND a sadist? ♡ can you tell this man has an orgasm denial kink AND an edging kink? ♡ ok anyways ♡ he’s fucking wild so he finds it hottest in really risky situations  ♡ catch him pushing your skirt up and telling you to be quiet in the corner of a crowed train <3 ♡ or how about on the balcony of a crowded party? ♡ a sea of dancing people behind him, a night sky of city lights and passing cars in front of you ♡ he’ll hold you in place while spilling filth into your ears ♡ after all, as long as you stay still ♡ he just looks like a good caring boyfriend, hugging his girlfriend on the balcony <3

- ♥ -

   Music and muffled voices pound dully through the glass of the closed balcony doors, colored lights flash in your periphery, mostly blocked by Tendou’s looming frame behind you as the cold wall of the balcony is pressed tight against your chest. Your fingers white-knuckle the railing in tight fists, attempting to ground yourself, as the painful stretch of your boyfriend's cock threatens to do you in. He's only halfway in you, and your head is spinning as he barely pushes more of himself inside.

Your hips jerk forward to escape the harsh stretch of his cock, but the tense tightness of your cunt won't allow you any reprieve, only succeeding to suction him in tighter as you pull forward. 

“S-Shit, you better stop fucking doing that, sweet girl.” His long fingers have a mean grip on your hips, your skirt bunched in his knuckles, and you can practically feel purple forming beneath his fingertips. 

He waits for you to still and then sinks farther into you. You twitch again, and he reprimands you with a harsh warning squeeze to your thigh, leaving the flesh tender and aching.

“Better listen to me pretty thing, or I’ll have to pull out and leave you an empty mess on this balcony.”

“No! Satori, please,” you pant, the muscles of your thighs and ass trembling from trying not to push back into his agonizingly still hips. 

His long, curved, perfect cock is slowly driving inch by inch into your wet heat, dragging his pronounced head against your sweet spot at a speed so slow you could choke. 

You whine and grab desperately at his hands, the one on the railing and the one digging painfully into your hip.

“I said, stay still angel, or this whole party will see how fucking desperate you are for me," he moans lowly, voice deep and taunting, a stark contrast to the soft kiss he plants on your cheek. He fists the flesh of your hip harder, despite you keeping yours just as still as his, and you whimper.

"Don't get us caught, and maybe I’ll give you what you want,” he practically growls in your ear, his killer grip on the balcony making the veins in his hands protrude. The throbbing of your bruised hip under his large grip and the dripping lust from his voice is too much, your knees shake and a deep, broken whine leaves your throat. Tendou shivers, releasing his hand on your side to wrap his strong arm across your waist, trapping you against him. He moans into your hair, deeply inhaling your scent.

“Fuck, unless, that's what you want, huh? You just tightened around me, does getting caught stuffed full of my cock turn you on, slut?” He's growling in your ear and you whimper, your head falling back to his shoulder, tender walls fluttering around his cock. He leans down and groans against the skin of your neck, taking the opportunity to trap you in a tighter hug against the balcony and finally push his cock into you to the hilt. His lips smile against the side of your throat as you gasp.

“That is what you want, isn’t it? You’re just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you? My dirty little whore,” You quiver around him as he grunts in your ear, his aching cock twitching against your cervix. 

You can tell by the way his voice shakes and grows huskier, and the way he tightens his arm around your waist, fingertips digging forcefully into your soft flesh, that he is just as weak and trembling with pleasure as you are.

“I should just fuck you right here on this balcony, shouldn’t I? Let everyone below us, everyone at this party see how good I fuck you, show them how hard I make you cum, yeah?” He’s practically panting in your ear, his cock painfully still, and painfully hard, straining in your tight, gummy walls.

“I’ll spread you open and show the whole world you’re mine, you want that?” His iron restraint has held up until now, his hips jutting forward in a moment of weakness, jolting you into the cold balcony and making you cry out his name.

“Yes, please! Tori! I’m yours!”

The pleased, sadistic chuckle that tumbles from his throat is low and vibrates you to your soaking core.

“That’s my fucking girl,”

[rocorambles]

Mission: Seduce Kuroo Tetsurou

Pair: Kuroo x Reader

Genre: NSFW, Slight Angst, Fluff, Porn With Plot

Warnings: Degradation, Master/Pet Dynamics, Sex Toys, Overstimulation, Cum Play, Nipple Play

Prompt: "Guess I'll just have to cum inside you."

Summary: You really should have just spoken to Kuroo about your insecurities instead of letting everything spiral out of control. But that’s okay, your husband is more than happy to thoroughly remind you that you’re the only woman he’ll ever want.  

Author’s Note: This is my contribution for my HQ Discord Server’s NSFW collaboration. There are so many talented writers on the server and I highly encourage you to check out the collaboration masterlist here to see how everyone decided to run with this spicy prompt. (Masterlist goes live Monday 31st August 11:30pm U.K. time!) 

You stretch your arms over your head as a big yawn rumbles throughout your entire body. It’s too early for any sane person to be up, even the sun is barely creeping in through the windows of your apartment, but your husband has hardly been sane recently with the crazy amount of hours he’s been pouring into work. You’re lucky that you even woke up before he left and you smile as you hear your overgrown house cat rustle around your bathroom and bedroom, getting ready for the day. 

“Tetsurou, hurry up so you have time to eat at least a little breakfast before you head out! You’ve been skipping it too much recently. You wouldn’t want me to leave you for one of those pro-athletes you work so closely with when you become just stick and bones, would you?” 

You bite back a laugh when your husband’s messy bed hair peeks out from around the corner and hazel eyes narrow at you, but you’re not laughing when he finally saunters over to you in his suit and traps you against the kitchen counter between his long arms, leaning in so close your noses are brushing and just when you relax and close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you, you rapidly blink your eyes open as he gives you a quick light peck before ambling off to pour himself a cup of the green tea you’d brewed. With a pout, you warm up the rice balls you’d bought last night and place them on the dining table, wrinkling your nose in displeasure at the smirk on Kuroo’s face, but it’s all forgotten as the two of you lightly chat over breakfast, Kuroo’s long legs spreading into your space across the table, your calves gently rubbing against each other as you laugh and eat. But all too soon it’s time for him to go and he gives you another loving peck before racing out the door and with a sigh, you wash the dishes before getting ready to leave for work yourself.

You love Kuroo with all your heart. Your feelings for him have only gotten stronger over the years and even after tying the knot with him, you can’t help the way your heart flutters and warmth fills your chest whenever the two of you lock eyes. But when your mind replays the teasing scene from this morning, your thighs clench and you bite your lips. Kuroo’s always been a tease and you love it as much as you hate it. No one knows how to rile you up like he does and he uses that to his advantage, rendering you a desperate, needy mess before finally making good on all his dirty promises. But lately, he hasn’t been following through. You can’t even remember the last time you’d done anything more than heatedly make out. 

At first, you had tried to be patient. You know far too well exactly why he hasn’t been in the mood recently. It’s so obvious to you. It’s obvious in the ever growing and darkening circles underneath his eyes. It’s obvious in the way he can barely stay awake when you do manage to spend some time together when he comes back home from work. It’s obvious in the way he immediately passes out as soon as his head hits the pillow. Hell, even his messy bed hair that usually defies gravity seems to slump more and more with every passing day. He’s exhausted. You’ve always loved how dedicated and hardworking Kuroo is. It’s one of the many reasons you’d fallen for him and you know how important his job is to him, but you wonder if it’s time to intervene as you watch your husband walk around your shared apartment like a zombie. Also, more selfishly, you have needs and it’s been months since you’ve been stuffed full by him and really, this is all Kuroo’s fault for training your body to constantly yearn for him after all the years he spent pleasuring you over and over again. With a determined glint in your eyes, you begin to scheme. Let Mission Seduce Kuroo Tetsurou begin.

You scan yourself in the mirror pleased with how you look in a strappy lingerie set you know drives Kuroo crazy. It’s a delicate and intricate creation of lace and ribbons that barely covers you, only accentuating the curves of your figure, but you know it’s the one strip of ribbon that travels in a single bold line between your breasts and leads up to a delicate lacy red collar wrapped around your neck that will specifically catch Kuroo’s eyes. Checking the time, you excitedly perch yourself on the bed, positioning yourself seductively, candles flickering and enhancing the mood as you wait for him, but a hour passes and you unwillingly succumb to sleep, ignorant of the way your phone buzzes with an apologetic text from Kuroo, letting you know he’d be home even later than usual. Blearily you open your eyes and wince as daylight sears your vision. Wait...daylight? You scramble to sit up and check your surroundings and your shoulders sag in frustration when you find yourself still in your lingerie set, but carefully tucked into bed, blankets wrapped around your body, Kuroo’s side of the bed empty and cold. You reach over to look at your phone, getting up to get dressed for work, when you see a new text from your husband. 

Sorry, kitten. You must have been waiting a long time for me last night. You looked absolutely beautiful. Look! I even took some pictures so I could remember. But maybe next time try not to fall asleep while the candles are still lit ^.^  

Your face heats up at the lewd pictures he’d taken of you while you were fast asleep and your heart warms at his compliment, but you stubbornly shake your head. There’s no time to be distracted. You’re still a woman on a mission. 

Attempt two takes place that weekend and you watch your husband from the shadows, lurking behind him before finally pouncing on him as he sits at his desk, answering a work phone call. You saucily wink at him as you saunter into his view and you smirk at the way he clears his throat and gulps at the sight of you dressed in nothing but his old Nekoma jersey and black thigh highs. And when you sink to your knees and arch your back just so, you almost snicker at the way he hisses when his jersey rides up and your bare ass is displayed. But he collects himself enough to firmly, but gently shove you away from him as you try to pull his boxers down and despite a few more attempts on your end, you instantly stop when he puts his phone on mute and sternly says your full name. 

But Kuroo’s always been weak against your puppy dog eyes and with a slight roll of his eyes, he beckons you to sit on his bare thigh and as he calmly and professionally continues his call, you heavily pant with your tongue lolling out, drool dripping from your mouth as you grind against his strong muscles like a bitch in heat, smearing your arousal everywhere until you’re almost sliding back and forth against the taut surface. And as he clenches his muscles and digs his leg further up into you, your body convulses and he barely has time to end the call before you loudly moan as you ride out your orgasm. He whispers filthy praises into your ear about what a good slut you are, what a desperate pet you are, what a mess you’ve made all over master’s leg, but when you finally exhaustedly slump onto his chest, he peppers butterfly kisses all over your face and holds you for a few minutes before carrying you to the bathroom and washing both of you off despite your protests that you still want to play more. 

He at least has the decency to apologetically kiss you for ending things so abruptly as he throws on slacks and a button-up before rushing off to work to take care of the emergency he had just been on a call about despite the fact that it’s a weekend, but you can’t help the growing insecurity that begins to eat at you as you spend the rest of that Saturday alone. Were you not as attractive as you used to be? Was Kuroo getting tired of you? Why does it feel like you’re trying so hard to get his attention? Does touching you feel like just a husbandly duty for him now? Thought after crippling thought sears through you and you have to hold back the tears that threaten to spill when Kuroo returns late that night and, thinking you’re already asleep, turns on his side with his back facing towards you and instantly falls asleep.        

You muster what little resolve you have left with the last few scraps of your self-confidence for a final attempt. Raking through your mind for memories of what would hopefully bring some passion back between the two of you, you perk up as your eyes scan a black box crammed underneath the bed. Kuroo hates it when you masturbate, when you touch yourself, when you make yourself cum without him being physically present or at least on a call with you to hear all the pretty sounds you make. Surely this would be enough to finally have him fuck you senseless like he always used to. But when you purposefully time everything so that Kuroo enters your bedroom and finds you stuffed full with your favorite dildo, a wand vibrator pressed against your clit, and your back arched as broken cries fill the room, he just gives you a tired smile and sits on the edge of the bed before helping you by thrusting the dildo in and out of your gushing cunt. And it feels so good, but when you see how dull and lifeless Kuroo’s sleep deprived eyes look despite the fact that you’re laid out in an erotic display of lust, you can’t stop the sobs you let out as you climax. 

Thinking you’re just crying from the overwhelming pleasure and too tired to dig further into it, Kuroo absentmindedly tosses the toys to the side and cradles you in his arms as he falls asleep, finding comfort in your familiar scent and figure, ignorant of the way your body continues to tremble as you cry yourself to sleep. And as you try to keep your sobs and sniffles as quiet as possible, you decide to abort this mission, deeming it a complete and utter failure and you struggle to fall asleep that night as self-deprecating thoughts claw at your insides. Of course Kuroo didn’t find you sexy anymore. Your body has changed a lot since your younger days. You should be grateful that you still have a loving husband, a husband who works tirelessly to help provide for the two of you, a husband who always takes care of you, a loyal and devoted husband. And despite the longing pang for something more, something primal, for your base desires to be filled, you tentatively turn in Kuroo’s arms until you're face to face and you nuzzle into his toned chest and finally find peace in the rhythmic rise and fall of his sleeping figure. 

Life goes on normally after that. At least for Kuroo. He's too distracted and exhausted to notice the way your smiles are a little more forced, the way you're more hesitant about touching him, the way you wear more clothes to cover your body as self-consciousness plagues your mind. So it's just business as usual for him to excitedly tell you about the Japan Volleyball Association's annual summer beach party, but he blinks in confusion when you don't return his enthusiasm, mumbling a feeble excuse about not having a swimsuit for the occasion. Brows furrowed, he digs through the drawers of your wardrobe and triumphantly holds up a black bikini set you still have, waving aside your worries that it won't fit and that it won't look good on you anymore and that's how you find yourself a few weeks later, exiting Kuroo's car and walking side by side with him in said bikini, feeling like an ugly troll next to your stunning husband whose lean and toned muscles are on full display with him just sporting a red pair of swim trunks. 

But your insecurities are pushed aside as a loud "hey, hey, hey" echoes even over the sound of the waves crashing on the beach and you can't help but grin as Bokuto runs over slapping Kuroo hard enough on the back to leave a red mark before picking you up and spinning you around as he hugs you. "Alright, that's enough, stop manhandling my wife, you big dumb owl!" Kuroo pretends to grumble at the two of you, but you can tell by the amused glint in his eyes as Bokuto finally lets you go and the reassuring hand he places on your lower back as the three of you mingle with everyone else that he doesn't really mind. But as soon as you reach the thickest part of the crowd, Kuroo quickly kisses your forehead before running off to network with some players and coworkers, leaving you alone with Bokuto. 

The two of you have fun. Bokuto has always been the life of the party and you laugh the hardest you've laughed in a long time. But many drinks later and unable to keep up with his crazy stamina, you excuse yourself and find a quiet corner, drinking a glass of cold water to cool down and sober up a bit. It's been hours and you still haven't seen Kuroo since he separated from you and you're so focused scanning the venue for him that you don't notice the person drawing near you until you feel movement right next to you. Surprised you turn around and are met with a vaguely familiar face. Blond dyed hair. An ever present smirk. You don't realize how long you've been staring, trying to remember where you recognize him from, until he snorts and waves a hand in your face. "I know I'm good looking, but don't you think it's a little rude to just stare at me silently?" 

You try to stutter out an apology as you finally come back to your senses, but he laughs it off and introduces himself. Atsumu. Yes, now you recognize him. Bokuto's teammate. You've seen tons of pictures of him on Bokuto's social media accounts. He's a little rough around the edges and you can feel your face heat up as he blatantly looks you up and down, eyes lingering a bit too long on the swell of your breasts, but you can feel your confidence growing, feeling truly desired for the first time in months. What's the harm in a little flirting? 

The two of you banter back and forth and maybe it's the heat of the sun mixed with the alcohol still running through your veins, but you don't notice the way Atsumu inches closer to you until your thighs are pressed tightly against each other or the way he rests one arm behind you, slyly pressing it against your upper back. And you definitely don't notice how he suddenly swoops in to crash his lips against yours and you move to shove him away from you only to be interrupted by a flurry of motions and you stare in shock at Atsumu sprawled out on the ground and your husband furiously glaring down at him, fists clenched so hard his knuckles are turning white. 

You react just in time to lunge at Kuroo and you tightly wrap your arms around his tense figure as he takes a step towards the blonde setter, holding him still as realization finally dawns on Atsumu when he spots your matching wedding bands and he scampers off with a rushed apology. But even when he’s long gone and nowhere in sight, you still clutch your husband, not letting go until you feel his muscles relax. You let him shake you off as he turns around to tower over you and you whimper at the fire burning in his eyes, hazel eyes almost glowing as they pin you down. You’re thankful for the loud music and lively atmosphere, ensuring no one’s paying any attention to the two of you as he tightly grips your chin and forces you to maintain eye contact. 

“Someone’s been a naughty kitten. I leave you alone for a few hours and you let some other man just place their dirty paws all over you? Let them taste your pretty little mouth? If I hadn’t stopped him, would you have let him fuck your tight cunt too? Mark you up inside and out?” 

You hate the way you grow wet at his words, trembling when Kuroo notices your growing arousal and narrows his eyes in disdain. But it’s the brief flicker of hurt in his eyes that finally has you digging your hands into his waist as denial and reassurances come pouring out of your mouth. 

“Tetsurou, I had no idea he was going to kiss me. It happened so fast. I’m so sorry. Of course I would have stopped him if you hadn’t stepped in! I love you. I only want you.” 

You stare intently into his eyes, trying to portray all your love for him through your gaze and you sigh in relief when his eyes soften at your words, but your breath catches in your throat when his eyes sharpen into a familiar gleam and a dark smirk curves onto his lips. He finally releases your chin and leans down until his hair brushes against the side of your face as he purrs into your ear. 

“Prove it to me.” 

Kuroo has a reputation to uphold and, not wanting to risk anyone seeing what’s about to happen, he grabs your hand and guides you through the dancing crowd, laughing and greeting a few tipsy faces he recognizes in passing, but not once does he stop leading you towards the exit and you’re quivering in anticipation by the time the two of you reach the parking lot and he roughly shoves you into the back of his car. The door has barely closed before he pulls your bottoms down, not even bothering to fully remove them as he also hastily shoves his boxers down just enough for his cock to swing out. And you almost moan at just the sight of what you’ve been lusting for all these months, a small part of you taking pride in the fact that he’s not as unaffected as he makes himself seem behind his angry facade as you unconsciously lick your lips at the sight of his already fully hard length. 

You attempt to sit up and move towards him, desperate for a taste of the pre-cum leaking out of his tip, but you yelp when you’re shoved back down by a hand on your chest and you whine, only for that to quickly turn into a wail as Kuroo slams two of his fingers inside of your throbbing cunt. He growls as he rapidly pistons his digits in and out of you and you should be embarrassed by the way your cries of ecstasy and the sound of your squelching wet pussy fill the car, but you can’t bring yourself to feel any shame as you lose yourself to the delirious pleasure of your husband’s long fingers filling you, stretching you, always sure to rub against that spongy spot inside of you that makes you see stars. But when your hand instinctively reaches down to rub your clit, you’re startled back to reality when it’s slapped away and his fingers are yanked out of you. 

He sneers down at you, a wicked smile twisting his face as he shoves his drenched fingers into your mouth and you obediently suck, making sure to clean every remaining drop of yourself that coats his skin. Satisfied, he finally removes his hand from your mouth and he quirks an eyebrow in amusement as you beg and plead for him to fuck you.

“Tetsurou, please. I need your cock inside of me. Please, I want it so badly. Please fuck me. Please please please. I miss it so much.” 

He mockingly coos down at you as desperate tears well in the corner of your eyes. “Aww is my little kitten crying for my cock? You’re such a fucking whore. You want my big fat cock inside of you so badly that you’d cry and beg for it like a desperate slut? You sure it’s my cock that you miss? I think you’d be happy with any cock fucking you. You’d let anyone stuff you full and moan like a whore, wouldn’t you?” 

And the tears finally fall as you sob and shake your head rapidly. “Only you, Tetsurou. Always only you. Please please please.” You’re still crying and incoherently babbling as he slams his entire shaft inside of you in one swift motion and Kuroo darkly smiles at the way your crying instantly turns to wanton moans at the sudden intrusion. But it’s been far too long since either of you have done this and both of you are so worked up that he knows he doesn’t have much time before you both reach your ends. And sure enough after just a few strokes he can feel your body begin to tighten and he grits his teeth at the sight of your eyes rolling into the back of your head, your head shaking back and forth, and your mouth wide open. But even as dazed as you are, when you feel the way your husband’s thrusts become uneven, you try to voice as much reason as you possibly can, fully aware of your husband’s tendency to paint your body with his fluids. 

“Tetsu-Tetsurou AH- Feels so good. Hngh D-don’t cum on me. Don’t have anything to- AHHH clean it up with and- OH we need to go back to the party.”

Kuroo grunts in displeasure at your words, but he knows you’re right and as much as he loves to see you covered in thick spurts of white, the thought of anyone else seeing that incites rage in him. You get ready for him to pull out and cum down your throat like you always do when you mess around in similarly inconvenient places, ready to swallow down any evidence of your sinful deeds, but you scream when his thrusts get even harder and faster. 

"Guess I'll just have to cum inside you."

And those words are the final shove you need to fall over the peak and Kuroo follows shortly after you as your pussy walls clench and milk his cock. He stays buried inside of you for a few more moments, wanting your tight walls to soak up as much of him as possible, but when he slides out of you, he quickly pulls your bottoms up, not letting a single drop escape, and you whimper as he purposefully tugs them up just a tad too tightly, teasingly wedging the fabric between your folds before finally having some mercy and letting you rearrange them. He opens the car door and steps out first, offering a hand down towards you and you grab it, gingerly standing up only to be pulled swiftly towards him and you stumble into his chest. But before you can fully find your balance, a large hand tugs your hair until you’re forced to stare up into cat-like eyes. 

“I want you to keep my cum inside of you for the rest of the party. I’m not anywhere near done with your punishment. I’ll be checking at home tonight to see if your pretty little pussy is still painted white.”       

The rest of the party is torturous. Kuroo doesn't let you step even a foot away from him as he continues mingling with the crowd and in any other scenario you'd love the attention he showers you with as he affectionately introduces you to countless faces, but not today. Not with your pussy desperately clenching in order not to spill a single drop of the white liquid coating your insides. Not with your touch starved body only yearning for more after getting a taste of what you've wanted all these months. And Kuroo only makes things worse with his subtle teasing. 

You know better than to think any of his touches are accidental or innocent and your body is so in tune with his that it reacts to every single bit of contact he dishes out. His arm grazes over your nipples as he reaches over to grab a drink. He leads you with a hand that just happens to slip from your lower back and land squarely on your ass. He wipes your mouth for you, claiming you have a piece of food on the corner of your mouth, but that doesn't really explain why his fingers briefly slip past your lips. But all hell breaks loose when he reapplies your sunscreen for you and his hands blatantly slip under your bikini set, teasingly close to where you want him most, but always just missing your clit and nipples and when he reaches your neck, a moan escapes you at the feeling of his hand subtly wrapping and tightening around your throat. 

"Tetsurou, stop teasing me! Can we go home? Please take me home. I need you inside of me again. I want you to ruin me." 

Kuroo's the one who's turned you into a needy slutty mess, but it's his turn to feel flushed at the sight of you lewdly begging him to do whatever he wants to you in broad daylight, in front of hundreds of people and finally losing his self-control, he brusquely grabs your hand and once again the two of you are leaving, but this time for good. The car ride is silent, the atmosphere thick and tense between the two of you as you clench your thighs together and Kuroo tries to ignore the growing bulge in his shorts. It's silent as both of you enter your apartment and Kuroo seats himself on your couch. But you break once you close and lock the front door and Kuroo impassively stares at you as you drop to your knees in front of him and beg him to fuck you again. You know you're barely making any sense, fueled only by your cock hungry thoughts, but you pause when Kuroo raises a hand to silence you. 

"Let's see if you were able to follow the one rule I gave you today, kitten." 

Eagerly you nod your head and you raise yourself on your knees, spreading your thighs apart before pulling your bikini bottom to the side and you think you could cum right there and then just from the way Kuroo unabashedly stares at the white trail dripping down your inner thigh as he pushes down his shorts enough to languidly stroke his cock. 

"Good girl. Did you like being my little cum bucket today? Did you like being filled by me? Bet if it were possible, you'd always want your little cunny to be drenched in my cum, right? Come sit on master's lap." 

Kuroo chuckles at the way you clumsily stumble in your haste to reach him as you blather affirmation after affirmation in response to his questions and he lowers his head to affectionately kiss you, lightly nipping your lower lip before he pulls back. He moves one hand to his cock to angle it as his other hand grabs your waist and urges you to move, but you hardly need any encouragement and you both groan as you sink down on his length until you're completely bottomed out and sitting in his lap once again. Immediately you try to bounce, but you whine when strong hands hold you still and you can feel tears of frustration forming as you pout at your husband's smirk. But any annoyance is forgotten when his hands fondle and pinch your nipples through the fabric of your top. 

"Look at you. I've barely done anything and you're already so worked up. Stop moving! Just sit there and take what I give you." You yelp when he roughly pinches your nipples and you cease your attempts to ride him, but you can't help the way your hips roll and grind as he continues. 

"Your nipples are already so hard, kitten. Look how obvious they are even beneath your swimsuit. Were they like this all day? Is that why Atsumu couldn't take his eyes off you? You think every player there saw how slutty your nipples are? Realized what a horny desperate whore you are? I bet they all wanted to get a taste." 

You wail when Kuroo shoves the fabric aside and latches a mouth onto one of your sensitive nubs, while experly flicking and rolling the other between his fingers. He alternates between the two sides and your frazzled mind can barely keep up with his actions as he switches up the motions of his fingers and mouth. He pulls off briefly and sharply tugs at your nipples. "Think you can cum just from your nipples?" You try to deny it, pleading for him to at least rub your clit, but your protests are ignored and you gasp when he dives back down and harshly sucks at one of your puffy nubs. Kuroo knows your body even better than you do and he continues to stimulate your nipples even when you topple over into an orgasm that takes you by surprise and you tightly clench around his cock as your back arches and only when you weakly paw at him to stop does he release your nipple with a lewd pop. 

You playfully smack him when he teases you about what a slut you must be to be able to get off from just your nipples and you hide your face in his neck as he shamelessly thinks out loud about all the nipple clamps, suctions, and vibrators he can use on you to train you even more. But you raise your head in alarm when you feel yourself being repositioned, Kuroo's erect cock still inside of you as he lays you on your back and hovers over you. 

"Tetsurou, st-stop NGH TOO SOON!"

"What did you say, kitten? Sorry, it's hard to understand you when you're moaning like a whore. Weren't you begging for this all day? Shouldn't you be thanking me?"

Kuroo thrusts sharply into you with every word and you can't think of anything other than how well he fills you, how perfectly he fits inside the cunt he's molded and shaped for himself after years of using it, how amazing the drag of his cock against your insides is. You babble thank you, thank you, thank you mindlessly over and over again, incapable of doing anything else as your breasts bounce and your body writhes underneath him. And when his hips finally stutter and he furiously rubs your clit as he adds to the mess inside of you, you break apart once again, your mind going blank as you feel the warmth of his cum sloshing inside of you.

But exhaustion slams into you as you come down from your climax, exhaustion from your third orgasm, exhaustion from being teased all day and all the barriers you’d put up finally come crashing down and Kuroo stares in horror as you sob, nothing like the pleasure filled sobs he usually wrings out of you. No, these are heartbreaking anguished cries for help and he immediately answers the call by tightly clutching you to his chest, your lower bodies still connected as he murmurs words of praise and love into your ear. 

“Hey, what’s wrong, sweetheart? I love you. You know that, right? I love you more than anything or anyone else in this entire world. I’m so lucky to be your husband. You’re so good to me, so loving, so supportive, so loyal, so beautiful.” 

The last word catches your attention and with a sniffle you hesitantly remove your head from his torso and look at him through watery lashes. 

“You think I’m beautiful?” 

Kuroo flounders for a second, disbelief choking the words in his throat, unable to understand how you could think otherwise. But when he sees the insecurity and doubt flooding your eyes he gently cradles your face in his calloused hands. 

“Of course I do. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out.” 

Your heart flutters at the sincerity you see in his eyes and that’s all it takes for you to break down in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tuck your head under his chin, and he silently listens as you reveal all the internal suffering you’d put yourself through over the past months as you let your anxiety and worry mix with your doubts and insecurities, letting them fester and ferment into a self-destructive time bomb. A slow-moving process he’d been too daft to notice, that you’d been too scared to talk to him about for his sake, not wanting to be a bother or another item he needed to check off his to-do list. And while you continue shyly speaking, tears stream down Kuroo’s face and his heart clenches at the thought of how long you’d quietly suffered, putting on a happy facade for him, taking care of his every want and need during the few hours of the week he was home and awake. 

Surprised to feel liquid drops plop down on your face, you quirk your head upwards and panic when you see your husband’s teary eyes and the two of you become a blubbering mess as you both try to wipe each other’s tears and soothe each other. It’s so silly to see two adults trying to out comfort each other that you accidentally snort at the strange image the two of you must make and there’s a slight pause, but then your laughter is joined by Kuroo’s trademark cackle and before you know it, the two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the rumble of each other’s laughter through your connected bodies. 

Yes, there’ll be serious conversations later about being more open and transparent with each other when something’s troubling either one of you and discussions on how you can both work on your communication. You’ll jokingly complain that Kuroo is hovering over you too much for weeks after this breakdown as he practically scrutinizes you with those perceptive eyes of his, always making sure you’re really fine. And he’ll never give you any more opportunities to doubt how much he loves every part of you when you’re screaming his name on every surface of your home. But for now, feeling infinitely lighter with all your burdens finally shoved off your shoulders with the help of your husband, you’re content to close your eyes and relish in the warmth of the lean body pressed against you.