#the praise heavy fuckin' is key

[ba9go]

(nsfw) bestfriend!bakugou catches you sneaking over

🔞 minors please do not interact!!! nsfw under the cut

bestfriend!bakugou x fem!reader, college au (bkg & reader are both of legal age), masturbation, heavy petting, loss of virginity, degradation, teasing, praise kink, fingering, clitoral stimulation, rough sex

summary: you get caught masturbating in his bed

part 3/3 of the bestfriend!bakugou likes to sneak over series (completed)

back to part 1 (sfw) 💥 part 2 (sfw)

about a month after katsuki’s parents found out about you, his darling best friend since childhood and now his girlfriend, sneaking over late at night, they gave you a spare key to the house. you had initially refused their offer, red-faced and stammering profusely, “nononono, i couldn’t! this is too much—” but mitsuki kept insisting, and katsuki couldn’t stand anymore of her damn whining and told you to just take the damn key. you relented.

the next day, katsuki decided to hit the gym after school and told you to go home first.

“huh? but your mom’s cooking dinner tonight, isn’t she?” you frowned. it was a friday. you always ate dinner at katsuki’s on fridays.

katsuki raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “no shit?”

“then why would i go home? i’ll just wait for you to finish up at the gym and go back with—”

“i meant my home, dumbass.”

“i can’t sneak over when you’re not home!”

“who the fuck said anythin’ ‘bout sneakin’? you have a fuckin’ key, for fuck’s sake!”

for some reason, using the key to unlock the door later that day felt more egregious than all the other times you had snuck over to katsuki’s place. you thanked the stars that katsuki’s parents were working. that definitely made things slightly less nerve-wracking for you.

still, you couldn’t help but take your phone out to text katsuki.

you: suki

you: i’m home

katsuki’s reply came after a few moments (he always left notifications for your chat turned on, even at the gym).

katsuki💣: Ok

you: i’m gonna go shower

you: then i’ll revise for next wk’s history test

katsuki💣: Cool status report I guess.

you pouted at his dry response.

you: ure so mean

you: it’s weird doing things at ur place when ure not home

you: feels wrong

katsuki💣: The point of having a damn key is for you to come over

katsuki💣: Even when I’m not around

katsuki💣: I’ll see you later idiot

katsuki💣: Stop spamming me

you sighed. katsuki was right.

you: okayyyyy see you later

you: i love you

katsuki💣: You know I love you too

you smiled, reacting to his message with a ‘❤️’. katsuki was right about that too.

you showered and slipped into one of katsuki’s hoodies. on katsuki, the hoodie fitted his shoulders and broad frame just right, but on you, it was oversized.

you sat on katsuki’s bed and whipped out your notes and laptop to start studying. about two hours later, you found yourself increasingly bored. it was weird, not having katsuki around. even if katsuki was more or less silent when you two studied together, he’d always be there to check in on you occasionally, grabbing your hand to press gentle kisses on each of your knuckles, or grabbing an elastic band (he kept a few on his nightstand for you) to bun up your hair.

you contemplated texting katsuki, but it was already almost 5pm; he should be back anytime now.

maybe you should take a break from studying. you sighed, getting up from the bed to place your study materials onto katsuki’s desk. you plopped back down in bed, pulling the covers over yourself.

like this, you were completely engulfed in katsuki’s scent — sweet, musky caramel. you had always been addicted to katsuki’s smell. you wish he was here to hold you, in his big, strong arms. god, he’s so big. and fuck, he must’ve looked so good at the gym, in that black compression tee that you bought for his birthday last year. you can’t believe he’s your boyfriend. yours, yours, yours—

you eyes squeeze shut, and you can’t help the way your hips start grinding into the pillow between your legs. it’s so hot down there, and you just wish katsuki was here to hold you, touch you, make you feel good—

you gasped, and your hand moves downwards, beneath the waistband of your and into your panties. your pussy is soaking, dripping, throbbing, and you can’t help the tiny moan that escapes your parted lips. it had only been a month since you and katsuki had started dating, but you’ve been growing increasingly pent-up and frustrated; every time one of your makeout sessions got too steamy, katsuki would always pull away, kissing you sweetly on the forehead. you knew katsuki well enough to know that it wasn’t because he didn’t want you (fuck, you’ve seen, felt his erection press against your thigh so many times), but because he, the perfectionist that he is, wanted your first time together to be perfect.

you found it endearing, really, you had always known that katsuki has always been sentimental about things, especially when it came to you, but fuck, you wanted him, needed him.

“fuck, katsuki,” you moaned. you were getting impatient. you brought your fingers to your clit, rubbing quick, hard circles. you wanted to cum, fuck, your pussy— “feels too good. hnng— fuuuck, m’close, m’gonna cu—”

“feelin’ good without me?” you imagine katsuki on top of you, smirking down deviously at you, eyes bright with mischief. you whine, and your hand stops.

“fuck, m’sorry,” you whimpered, grabbing katsuki’s hoodie to pull it up to your face. you writhe, feeling your pussy throb in want as you inhale the scent deeply. “wanna feel good with you, wanna make you feel good, ‘suki, please, please, i’ll do anyth—”

the covers are ripped away from you, your body suddenly exposed to cold air. you gasp, eyes flying open to see— oh, fuck.

katsuki stands at the edge of the bed, and god, he really is in that damn compression tee, and you moan at the sight. your fingers continue moving against your clit for a moment, but you watch as katsuki’s eyes flickered down to the movement, to your bare, exposed, leaking pussy, and you cross your legs shyly.

“y/n,” katsuki grits out, dragging his eyes slowly up to meet your gaze. you wonder if you’re imagining the lust swimming in his eyes, or if it’s just your own lust that’s clouding your judgement. you bite your lip, embarrassment washing over you, but you can’t tear your gaze away from katsuki.

“y/n,” katsuki repeats. he doesn’t move. “tell me to fuck off, and i will.”

you look at him, standing at the foot of the bed, jaw clenched and fists balled into tight fists at his sides. his face is flushed, and you almost feel sorry for putting him in this situation.

“don’t go,” you whimpered. “need you, ‘suki.”

and suddenly, katsuki is on top of you, arms and legs caging your body while his hands cup your cheeks. he kisses you, and your lips fall open with an embarrassingly loud moan, and katsuki’s tongue forces its way into your mouth. you didn’t think you could want him more, but in that moment, feeling the wetness of his slick tongue against yours, you think you do. you rub your thighs together, already sticky from your juices.

katsuki pulls away, and you whine. he ignores the way you wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him back down for another kiss.

“ya sure ‘bout this?” katsuki says, voice gruff but stern. a hand goes to the top of your head and he ruffles your hair slightly, before ducking his head down to bury his face in the crook of your neck. “need ya to be sure.” he kisses your neck.

“katsuki,” you moan as katsuki begins suckling at the spot, biting and licking and sucking. “fuck me, please?”

katsuki groans, his hips falling as he finally grinds down against you. your hips move upwards reflexively to press your core against his. fuck, he’s so hard.

“you,” he growls accusingly. “said ya didn’t wanna come over, cuz it felt wrong?” his hands find their way to your hoodie (correction: his hoodie) and he tugs at it. you tug at his shirt in response, and he shifts backwards to undress himself. you do the same.

you stare at katsuki, clad in just his boxers. big, is all you can think as you stare at the obvious outline of his dick.

when he lies on top of you again, your naked bodies are pressed flushed against each other. this time, however, his hands are cupping your breasts, and he presses featherlight kisses on the top of your chest, making you whine.

“why did it feel wrong, huh?” katsuki presses, eyes darting upwards to meet yours. his touch finds your nipples, pinching and rolling them between his fingers harshly. a smug smirk tugs at the corner of his lips at the drawn-out moan that the touch illicits from you. his hands continue moving down and down, tickling over your skin, until one hand ghosts over your leaking pussy. his other hand holds your waist.

he takes two fingers and drags them along the wet slit of your cunt, smearing your slick all over his fingertips.

“katsuki, fuck!” you cry out, voice a garbled mess as your hips stutter.

shamelessly, katsuki continues to tease you. he finally tears his gaze from yours as he brings his face down to your pussy. he looks at his fingers, coated and glistening in your thick juices.

katsuki brings his fingers between his lips, and sucks on them obscenely, sticking his tongue out to lick around them, between them—

you moan like a bitch in heat.

“is this why, hm?” katsuki pulls his fingers out his mouth with a ‘pop’. without warning, he shoves his fingers into your dripping cunt. your hand flies to your mouth, and you try to stifle your screams as he begins thrusting his fingers in and out.

“felt wrong cuz you knew you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, right?” katsuki demanded, eyes flicking hungrily between the fucked-out look on your face and your pussy. “you knew you’d start touching yourself like this, like a needy slut, the moment i’m not around to keep an eye on you.” he rubs a thumb against your clit, and you cum around his fingers.

your eyes squeeze shut, moaning and moaning as you tremble under his touch. katsuki continues rubbing your clit, relishing in your noises and the shivers that wrack through your body, until your hips are squirming away from overstimulation.

“dirty girl,” katsuki scolds, though his face is more smug than angry. “what am i gonna do with you, hm?”

“f— fuck,” you stutter through gritted teeth, still coming down from the highs of your orgasm. “fuck me, kats.”

“can’t hear you,” katsuki smirks. he pulls his fingers out of your dripping cunt, and pries your lips open with them until they’re shoved deep in your mouth. your eyes sting with tears and you start to choke as his fingers hit the back of your throat. “speak up, sweets.”

“f— fua—“ you tried to speak around his fingers, but your words came out a garbled mess.

“hah?” katsuki snickers. you’re too horny to be mad. “come again?” this time, katsuki relents, and pulls his fingers out of your mouth.

“fuck me, please,” you manage to choke out between your coughs. katsuki takes pity on you, you think, as he presses an apologetic kiss to the corner of your lips.

“slut.”

katsuki flips you over onto your belly, and you instinctively prop yourself on your hands and knees as he positions himself behind you. curiously, you twist your head to look at him and holy shit—

katsuki’s boxers are off, and his cock is so big. it’s thick and veiny, and you make a mental note to suck him off later, but for now, you let out an impatient whine as you back your hips to grind your ass against his cock.

katsuki clicks his tongue disapprovingly. he places his hands on your ass, kneading the soft, fleshy fat, as he lines his cock to your entrance.

you let out a moan when you feel the head of his dick press against your entrance. then, he presses in and—

“fuuuuuck—”

“fuckin’ hell,” katsuki groans, hands moving to hold your waist as he bottoms out inside of your pussy. his dick is so deep inside you. your pussy throbs and clenches around him. “such good pussy. so perfect,” he starts thrusting, and you start seeing stars.

“yer so good for me,” katsuki rasps, and you moan happily at the praise.

“yes, yes, yes, all for you, ‘suki, all yours, love you, love your dick so much,” you babble. your hands fumble around the bed until you find what you’re looking for - katsuki’s hoodie - and you pull it towards you before sinking your face into it. the smell drives you crazy.

“greedy girl,” katsuki says with a slap to your ass. his hips thrust into you faster, harder. “already fuckin’ you senseless, and you still want that thing? fuckin’ insatiable.” you try to apologise, for being such a slut, but as katsuki’s pace becomes punishing, you can only let out broken screams.

“shit, m’not gonna last like this, sweets,” katsuki pants shakily, hands gripping your waist even tighter. his thrusts become shallow and sloppy. “pussy’s too fuckin’ good.”

“s’okay, ‘sukiii,” you moan drunkenly, eyes rolling back. you’re already so fucked out, letting katsuki do all the work. “cum for me, wanna feel you cum inside me.”

one last thrust, and your words are pushing katsuki over the edge, and he barely makes it in time to pull out. as his cock spills warm, sticky cum all over your ass and back, katsuki lets out a stream of curses, groaning quietly. he swears you’re going to be the death of him.

he presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder blade.

“ya’d better not lose that fuckin’ key.”

is it obvious that i haven’t written smut in like 3 years

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Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: König x Female reader Summary: While helping your boyfriend do a little spring cleaning, you come across his old gear. You've seen him wear it in pictures but to have him put it on for you… Length: Medium/Long Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY, strong language, explicit content, established relationship, kinda' sorta' roleplay even though is himself, degradation, name calling, fingering, pussy slapping, edging, p in v (unprotected, wrap it up!), creampie, oral (f & m receiving), detailed smut. ENJOY!!!

beg me for it (bitte mich darum) my love (meine liebe) my honey bee (meine honigbiene)

"What about this one?" You call out, shifting a rather large cardboard box away from the dusty window. You sneezed for the tenth time. Helping your boyfriend clean out his attic before the fall came. You'd gone through old clothes, holey jackets, boxes of books, notepads dated from before you two had started seeing one another.

"Nein. That is just some old paperwork, put it over there by the others." König answered, tearing open a box of his own at the opposite side of the attic. It wasn't a big space, it did not accommodate his size at all as he was crouched down in a squat. His ass looked great, you thought as he was none the wiser of your ogling.

You moved another box and saw a big, beige duffel bag high on a shelf. It called out to you.

TAKE ME DOWN! TAKE ME DOWN!

"What's this?" You mumbled, mostly to yourself as you reached up on your tip toes, hands reaching out for the thick black straps.

"What's what, meine honigbiene?"

"Whatever it is it's fuckin' heavy! Ow!" The bag came down, hard against your chest making you topple over into yet another cloud of dust. Like clouds of it making the air up here a little thicker than need be.

"Be careful, my dear." König said, spinning on his feet. He coughed and you heard him walk over to you. He wasn't a gentle stepping giant by any means. "Oh liebe don't look in there-"

You unzipped the bag just as he reached you, his hands on top of yours to stop you but it was too late. You saw a helmet that resembled a spider, there was another mask that looked similar to Simon's, along with an array of secured weapons and flares. "This is your old gear."

"Ja." König hummed behind you, pulling out a foreign piece of material to you, completely nostalgic for the man. You'd seen it in pictures around his home but to see these key pieces of his past self was something different. Vulnerable. König mused over a pack of unopened flares, a few ammunition magazines. "I haven't put on the mask in so long… there was a time, believe it or not that I never took it off. Only to wash it of course but, this was my face. This was König."

"Will you put it on for me?" An intrusive thought popped in your head like champagne bubbles. You bit your lip before your brain could short circuit that you would ask such a thing. You knew he was an operator, high ranking, cultured and experienced. He'd mention some things in passing that were a bit on the grim and dark side. He'd dealt with the trauma and guilt, what he had to do to survive, to make it out and up rank. To be praised for his hard work and dedication.

"The mask? Certainly not. That version of me is over, I couldn't begin to tell you what that man has done, who I'd become if I were to put this thing back on. 's not for your pretty little eyes, honigbiene."

"Bitte? Just once. For me."

"Oh no, don't start with talking my language to get what you want."

König held your face with the other hand, shoving his mask back into the duffel, he kissed your head. "And don't pout, you're face will remain that way."

….

You heard him before you saw him. Sure he wore boots, custom Doc Marten's to be exact, so hearing him clunk around wasn't out of the ordinary but- he sounded heavy. The sounds of his outfit, the light SWISH of his standard issue pants got closer, he was getting closer.

You covered your face with your hands. You had to. It felt like instinct. Once König was in the living room with you, the air felt different. Your skin felt hot even though a chill went down your spine once he stopped walking. You heard his gloves creak. He cleared his throat and tapped his foot.

The only coherent thought once your eyes adjusted to the sight before you, was a gentle "Oh."

Your lover was… fucking massive. The way his shoulders rounded, he stood a little taller, a little prouder. That glitter in his blue eyes let you in on the smirk that laid hidden behind his black and red streaked mask. Especially with his hands behind his back, standing at attention.

Helmet, vest, forearm plates, shin guards, enough cargo pockets to put damn near anything but the kitchen fucking sink.

"Do like what you see, my dear? Your legs are practically falling open for me."

He wasn't lying.

Sat on the couch, your legs moved apart at the sight of him covered head to toe in tactical gear.

"What do you think?" König asked, rocking in place. His waist looked good enough to eat. The urge to bite him all over was overwhelming and you'd be lying if you told yourself this wasn't a major turn on, or that you were in fact getting excited. The damage, the chaos, the bloodshed he'd left behind while wearing his tactical gear made you itchy.

"It's different. I mean, I've seen pictures of you in your gear but. Woah. It makes you look… bigger." You spoke with your hands as he nodded slowly.

König moved one of his hands from behind his back, made a fist then motioned for you to come towards him. You did so on shaky legs and tiny feet. He towered over you on a usual day, he's a behemoth of a man and yet when you looked up and up at him, you couldn't help but feel like a bug. An insect about to be squashed.

"You wanted to see me in my uniform," König softly spoke, putting his gloved middle finger under your chin and gave it a light tap. "Here I am. Up close and personal."

You licked your lips. "What did you do in it?"

"Everything. Fight. Kill. Fuck."

Your eyes darkened. You weren't a jealous person and obviously he'd had a life before you much like you did yourself. But to hear him speak so clearly, so thorough, clinical even about the adventures he'd had in this attire had you weak.

"Will you fuck me in it?"

König snorted, his mask puffing out a little with his breath. "You're quite serious?"

You nodded.

"Then I am afraid mein liebe… it wouldn't be me that fucked you if that's what you're looking for."

You furrowed your eyebrows until his words started to make sense, stringing and looping together to make loose ends meet.

Of course you would be fucking your lover but… with him dressed in his old gear, old habits would die fucking hard. He'd be König, your König. But if you wanted him like this… you would be fucking KorTac's colonel.

….

König grabbed you by the waist and pushed you up against the wall behind him, grabbing both of your hands in just one of his, the rubber pads of his gloves marking up your skin. You gasped. He chuckled and dug around in one of those cargo pockets on the front of his vest, without breaking eye contact he pulled out a pair of zip tie handcuffs.

They dug into your flesh, pinching just enough to air on the uncomfortable side, in front of you before König pushed himself up against your back, mentioning that if you were to refer to him as anything other than sir or colonel you were to be sorely punished. Spanked within reason. Broken with trust. Fingered without mercy in any hole of his choosing. You clenched around nothing.

You felt the foreign pockets of his vest dug into your shoulders, he circled his hips against your rear with a low hum that vibrated through you.

"You've got yourself a safeword, have you?"

"Mhmmm. Pocket knife."

"Good girl." König praised in your ear, grunting when he slipped his hand between your thighs, clicking his teeth when you wiggled back against him. "Spoke too soon, apparently. You're radiating heat, honigbiene. Are you wet? Should I inspect?"

"Bitte."

König snarled and grabbed your leggings and yanked them down to your ankles, he moaned when he realized you weren't wearing anything else underneath. He moved his hand to the front of your face.

"Take it off."

"How?"

"Bite down."

You whined and took his glove between your teeth, he pulled his hand out and cupped your sex. You writhed in his hold. His hand was so hot and so big and it felt so damn good between your legs.

"Wet already? What a little horny thing you are, my dear. You like this don't you? Pinned down, held in place, vulnerable in the best way possible. "Give in to me, biene. Give in to your colonel."

You yelped when his fingers, testing your leaky entrance for awhile, coating the pads and finally breached your hole, splitting your folds apart to get to the softest, spongiest, spot inside you.

"Well well…" König pressed his face to the back of your head. "What have we here? Is this turning you on, biene? The way your sweet little pussy keeps sucking in my finger is giving me the answer your voice cannot."

"Please!"

"Please what, my dear?" He asked, making his palm flat, your clit throbbed and ached to be touched, the friction of it hitting once more as he fingered you deeper, his thick thumb tapping the hood of it gently which each thrust.

Suspended between bliss and absolute torture, your body betraying you by twisting and rocking back and forth, pushing yourself back against his ministrations with your hands splayed on the wall in front of you.

"I need more."

"More what?"

"More of you. Inside me, König."

He tsked and removed his hand completely, making you hang your head in shame.

"Failure so soon, pet? Gonna' have to work on that," his heavy presence and warmth left you too suddenly, he peeled himself off your back and turned you around once more, eyeing your lower half. "You can be obedient, can't you honigbiene? Desperate to be a good girl for me. Show me your dedication."

König thudded his big boots over to the couch, plopping down with too much weight the whole scooted back at least an inch, legs splayed out wide, hands on his thighs. His still gloved one patted an inner thigh.

It proved to be difficult to shimmy over to him with your leggings around your ankles, stuck to your crew socks. You were careful not to slip on the silky material. It felt hamulating to shuffle over like that but also the way you needed to keep your knees together, your thighs together, rubbed your sex deliciously.

Once in front of him, he rubbed the warm skin of your outer thighs, then between them spreading your legs apart until the fabric of your legging tugged and pulled at your feet.

When his gloved hand slapped against your cunt you jumped. "Bad girl. What two names we're you given to address me?"

You whined, locking your fingers together, desperately wanting to close your legs. You were already a pulsating mess but this… oh this was something else.

"Tell me!"

"Sir." You jumped.

"And?"

"Colonel."

"Good job, biene. And what do you just call me?"

"Kön--König."

Another slap to your center made you shut your eyes and bite your lip.

"Did I not promise punishment if you did not behave."

"I forgot!" You whined and twitched when he switched hands, teasing your entrance once more, just pressing, not intruding, just letting you know he could pierce through you. " 'm sorry, sir. I won't forget again."

"Hmph. We'll see about that."

König is a very calculated man, knew how to draw you i like a moth to a light source. He grabbed you, pushing you down to the couch with a bounce and grabbed at your legs, kneeling down in front of you. He pulled off his vest to reveal the tightest looking thermal shirt, it made his muscles look huge, he could choke you out in seconds with how they moved. And that made you wet and weak to the manhandling of your body. His hands pulled at the back of your knees, just your lower back on the cushion now and he hooked your legs over his massive shoulders.

"Show me your pussy, baby. Go on, open her on up for me now." With your bound hands and aching sex, the way his eyes fixated as you spread your legs.

"Good job, pretty. So wet. I think I just saw her clench, are we needy biene?"

"Yes sir! I am I am so fucking needy for you."

"Good." König moaned as he lifted up the hem of his mask, licked his fingers and spread your folds before diving in to worship you.

….

He had you where he wanted you, tettering on the edge of the couch cushions, lost in pleasure as König ate you out, tongue fucked your cunt, spat on your asshole until you screamed for mercy. Grabbing at his hair. The hot and cold juxtaposition from his tongue ring brought your orgasm closer and closer.

"Colonel bitte, I can't… I can't take much more." You sobbed and bucked your hips up into his face, he chuckled darkly, smacking his lips and moaning as you felt the bridge and tip of his nose bump up against your clit.

"You're gonna' take a lot more once you cum," König groaned, rubbing all of his fingers, rather quickly over your pussy, making you feral. "Oh biene, can you hear that? You're fucking pussy is juicing up just right, you're gonna' cum aren't you, princess? Cum all over my fingers or my face, you've redeemed yourself so far."

"I um I--"

"Keep them open now. Come on pretty thing, I am giving you an option and if you don't use your words I'll just-"

"I'm so close, please!" You whine, tilting your head just right to watch in awe and bliss how fast you were losing control, your legs jerked against the sides of his head.

"That's not what I asked, sweetie."

"Fingers! Please colonel, fuck. Fing-ger fuck me, make me cum please." You sounded pathetic but it was just too much, his mouth, his fingers, his words and sprinkles of praise lit you up like the Fourth of Fucking July.

He quickly switched tactics, as he usually did to keep you on your toes. On edge for what he'd planned for you two next. But this complete dominance, his control, left you dizzy.

Instead of curling his two fingers deep into your core, hollowing you out to make room for his thick cock, he turned his wrist, palm down as he rocked them into that way. Magnificent.

You squirmed and squealed and shouted out profanities in English and a few you'd learned from your lover, like you were speaking in tongues.

Almost there, almost there, almosttherealmosttherealmostthere…

Then-- there was nothing.

No fingers, no mouth, no tongue!

You opened your eyes to see König standing above you, taking off his belt, unzipping his pants.

"I was so close."

"I know," he tilted his head and took his cock out. You clenched around nothing, licking your lips when he moved the mask just out of the way for him to spit on his own dick. You loved watching him do that. The first time you two had sex, he spat on it while staring at you, a smirk on his handsome and scarred face. It was hot then and even hotter every time after.

His boots pounded against the floor, jerking himself off as he got closer, slapping his cock against your pussy, your arousal making the stickiest noises to fill his living room.

"Colonel!"

"What a needy little slut. Just a little bit foreplay and you're a fucking mess, look at you. You think you deserve to cum, have you earned it?"

"You said I, you said I was gonna' be redeemed." Tears filled your eyes as he slapped your inner thighs, one after the other. He then dragged his nails down your heated flesh.

"Changed my mind, now sit up and open your fucking mouth." König helped you by placing his hard and cold shin guards against your knees and helped to push up. "Lift up your shirt too."

With the way your hands were bound, thumb to thumb in a praying motion, proved to be a little too difficult and König was getting impatient. So he grunted and grabbed your shirt, yanked it up, your tits spilling out from your bra and on a whim, it seemed, he just hooked it around the back of your head. On perverse display.

"That's much better. You look like a fuck toy, is that what you are, baby? Just a hole to fill, keep my fat cock safe and warm. No teeth. Stick out your tongue." König barked at you. Cursing something in German soon after you obliged, followed orders.

He plopped his cock against your tongue, you could faintly taste yourself on it, mixed with the beads of pre-cum. Delicious. You moaned around his length, his hand on the back of your skull, which he could easily squeeze and crush it in an instant, and had you bobbing, and gagging and drooling over it.

König made the dirtiest sound, low in his throat as he face fucked you, every time you pleaded with your eyes for a little release he'd slap your cunt again. Over and over until it was sore. Your clit aching and throbbing for some attention, your pussy reacting to his purposeful ministrations to make you as messy and sticky as possible.

Your König did not treat you this way, at all. In fact he made love you almost every night, claiming feeling you there, on him, in you felt safe. Comfortable. You were home. So this filthy pace, his thumb pressing down on your clit, that twisted look in his eyes as he watched you slobber all over him, down your neck and over your chest was a sign of delight.

"What a good little throat slut you're being honig, just delightful! You suck me down like you were made for it, were sweetheart, were you made to suck this cock so well?" He chuckled and finally pulled off when you nodded dumbly.

"Good girl, now then," he sighed and took a step back, a heavy string of saliva connected your swollen lips to the crown of his cock. "Do you prefer to look at me while I take you, or do you prefer to be hollowed out on your hands and knees?"

"Both." Came out of your mouth like you'd had one too many, trying to catch your breath.

"Both? You are greedy. Come here now! Hold still." He grabbed your hands and lifted you to your feet like it was nothing, and held them up above your head, your wrists screaming. "Keep them there."

He tore off the other glove and pulled down the cups of your bra, uncaring that your spit would be all over his palms as he kneaded your breasts, thumbed over your nipples.

"Oh colonel, please sir, that feels really good. Keep going."

"Sounds like it, you are so… breathy." You could hear the smile in his voice, his voice low and swirled with lust. "I love these tits so much, I just…"

He was on his knees faster than you could blink, for a man of his stature he's quite swift. He lifted his mask once more and mouthed of your breasts, groaning and growling and holding you close under the ribs, pulling at you to get further into his mouth. "I love you."

"Th-thank you sir. I love you too." You tried to remain calm but this fucking behemoth was working you over and for fucks sake would he fuck you already. You could another flood of desire and wetness slip through your folds as he licked and sucked. That damn tongue ring was worth the investment.

He pulled off your left nipple with a light pop and got back up to his feet and spun you around, you fell over on to the couch the long way, scrambling with your hands to push yourself up and into position, only to have your lover mold you to his liking. Whacking your thigh and hoisting up your hips against his groin.

"Now pretty thing… say that again for me, say it back to König."

"Oh fuck."

You did eventually find your voice after being rocked back and forth, his cock slipping in between your legs, gathering more and more of your arousal, the head of his cock bumping into your clit on purpose. He pushed into you slow for the first inch, feeling your walls spasm made him pause for a moment before you gave the go ahead with a pat to knee underneath you. He split you open, humming at the sounds coming from you, wiggling and trying to fit him all the way in at this angle. He pulled all the way out, spread your cheeks and spat once more before easing his way back in. Only to do it again and again, moaning how perfect you looked all gaped and wanting.

He fucked you hard and fast after that, the cushions feeling scratchy against your sensitive skin, your heated and exposed chest and stomach. The jangle of his belt knocking against your hip, the crotch of his pants getting soaked with your juices. He's never been this harsh before!

"Can't say anything, can you biene? Good. You don't need to fuckin' talk, just give and take. Feels so good."

"You always f-feel good, sir."

"Good answer!" was followed by a hard spank as he pounded into you even more before stopping all together to circle his hips and rub against that spongy bit that made you holler.

"Sir! Can I cum now? Bitte, I've been so good. Please?" You gasped into the cushions, your face wet with drool from all your whining and moaning. Your shoulder pushed deeper into it.

"Ja, ja! Cum on my cock, honigbiene. Cum for König."

You instantly came.

And came some more.

He couldn't wait for you to face him, see him in all his glory. So he gripped your shoulder, fisted your shirt for extra leverage and rolled you onto your back. He flicked one of your nipples harshly, enjoying the reaction and sunk back into your cunt.

Unrelenting as König massaged you from the inside out, letting you push and pull him back in like the tide. You arched and damn near fell off the couch but he caught you, cradling your hips, slipping off your socks and leggings, chucking them to the ground his his vest.

"Keep holding yourself open for me, honig. You're doing such a good job, what a good girl you turned out to be tonight hmmm?" König said while spitting on and stroking his cock again above you.

"Please sir, I'm begging you to fill me. I need to be stretched out." You cried, keeping your legs open was tedious at this point but necessary to get what you wanted.

"Bitte mich darum."

The wheels of your brain started to reel, you knew the words separately so… oh.

"I need it, colonel. I need you so badly, inside me sir, bitte bitte."

"Wanna' cum together, pretty girl. Show me that face."

He grunted when saw you smile and reach for him, wrapping your arms around his neck, drawing him in.

"Do one thing for me honig, grab my cock, that's it," König moaned around your fist, feeling your juices on your palm as he shifted. "Can you guide me in, show me the way?"

You rubbed the head of him between your lips.

"That's it."

You helped him glide back home, in and out, safe within the confines of your pussy. His neck rolled under your hands and you moved up your pelvis. He sunk in deeper.

"Good girl now," he gulped, framing your head with his forearms, his chest lowering down to yours. "Fuck yourself with it."

"What?"

"You heard me. Fuck yourself with my cock, like you do with one of your toys."

In. Out. In. Out.

Just that simple action had you open mouthed and pouting at how good he felt. You already came hard once, another explosion was nearly the horizon the more you fit him in, the more fuller you felt. You used him as a fuck toy, crying out his title's, holding onto his mask.

"Kiss me."

König flipped the mask up enough to comply, he tasted salty and sweating. He fucked his tongue into your mouth to the rhythm of you fucking yourself. He grunted you name against your lips. You sucked on his tongue.

"I'm going to cum if you keep that up, honig."

"I want you to. I need you to. Cum inside me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. You wanted me to beg for it so I am- oh fuck yeah. That's it."

"You fuck…"

You hurried your wrist, looking up at König, with his eyes trained on yours, thrusting into your hand to finish together.

….

König collapsed on top of you, panting and out of breathe and hot. Both in appearance and body heat. That black thermal of his came off at the lightning speed after he came. He hugged you tightly, resting his face in the crook of your neck as you stroke his back. Full, sated and complete.

"I did not hurt you, right? I was a little--"

"You were perfect," you breathed and kissed the top of his forehead, tracing the scars on his shoulder. "Can I ask you one thing, though?"

"Anything, honig." König said and looked at you with curious eyes.

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Joel Miller was a massive fucking liar, you'd realized.

You probably would have been able to guess that before, but as you were stood here, back pushed against a brick wall in an alleyway, it was clear as day.

You'd been dragged down here by two men - a small rat like one and a taller one with a mean look on his face - and thrown against the wall. Your back smarted, and you tried to reason with them, but they were tugging at your clothes and threatening you before you could think of anything useful to say.

They were torn off you as quick as they were on you.

And now, heavy fists were pounding into them, beating into their faces and stomachs as they slouched pathetically against the brick opposite. Joel had found you, somehow noticed in a crowd of people that you were suddenly gone. He had someone with him, they looked similar enough that they could have been family, and both were beating into the men that had dragged you down the alley.

A yelled threat and the two men were hobbling away, beaten and bloody and holding onto themselves in their retreat.

"You okay?"

You're looking at Joel, so it takes a second to register that the other man is addressing you. You slowly turn to him - definitely related - and nod. You're stunned and a little winded more than anything.

Joel is flexing his fist, staring daggers at you. His companion doesn't say another word to you, but you hear him talk in hushed tones to Joel, before Joel mutters something back to him and he walks away.

You should probably be more scared of being alone down an alley with Joel Miller than the other two guys but, though it confuses you, you feel safer than ever. He'd protected you, saved you, and that's how you knew that Joel Miller was a fucking liar.

"C'mon," he growls to you, walking away and expecting you to follow. Of course, you follow, even through the low lying anger and frustration that's still simmering in your belly.

As you walk behind, you watch as he clenches his fist and flexes his hands over and over. Before you know it you're outside his apartment block, being roughly dragged up the stairs by a heavy hand on your arm, dragged down a corridor and deposited in front of his front door. He doesn't look at you as he fishes his key out from an inner pocket on his coat.

"Saw you fuckin' lookin' at me, I told you not to do that shit," he says angrily, throwing you into his apartment and slamming the door closed behind you.

"They hurt you?" You shake your head. "They touch you?" You shake your head again.

His nostrils flair. You can almost hear the bones in his hands creak from how hard he's clenching his fists.

And so you poke the fucking bear again, because what is there to lose. You'd spent all week mulling it over, getting angrier and angrier as you talked yourself in circles. He didn't like you and you definitely didn't like him. You didn't want to kiss him, but also you did. Neither of you cared, but maybe both of you did. Everything was feeling like a lie and all you wanted was the truth. So you poke, bracing yourself for impact.

"You're a liar," you whisper, pulling at the sleeves of your coat.

His eyes immediately snap to yours, and he's making quick work of the distance between you. He's toe to toe with you when he stops, looking down at you, fists still firmly clenched at his sides.

"What did you fuckin' say to me?"

You swallow before you speak again, meek as a mouse but a fire in your belly. "You're a liar. You said you wouldn't look out for me."

"S'that why you kept lookin'? S'that why you got yourself in trouble? To prove some fuckin' point?"

You frown at him - it hadn't been intentional. You were glaring at him when they grabbed you, stuffing a gloved hand over your mouth to keep your scream from being heard. The people around you didn't care, didn't stop what they were doing or go for help. They just left you. But Joel came anyway.

"You think I asked for that?" you say, trying to keep your voice from cracking. You never have and never will cry in front of this man, not like this anyway. You watch as his mouth curls to sneer at you, the fire turning into a sick feeling bubbling up through your belly as you watch his lip raise.

You don't know what comes over you, but you push at his chest, wanting to touch him and get him away from you in equal measure. It takes him by surprise, the force of your push making him stumble back.

You both stare at each other, unmoving for a beat, both shocked that you'd dare to touch him let alone push him. You think maybe you should run, get away before he gets you, but your reactions are slower than his, and you're raising your arms to protect yourself as he makes one big stride over to you.

The blow doesn't come.

He's pulling at your coat, jerking it down your arms, before tugging at the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. It gets caught, and you hear a tear as it catches on your arm, but he keeps pulling anyway. The fabric splits from your body, tattered and ruined as it's discarded on the floor.

"You think I would fuckin' hit you?" he says angrily as he tugs at the rest of your clothes. "You think I would fuckin' hurt you in any way you don't want?"

You have no time to answer before he's manhandling you again, pushing you roughly into his room.

He pushes you forward onto his bed, bending you over and holding you there as he reaches around and tugs at your zipper. You fight to stand, but the weight of his hand keeps you in place as he pulls your pants and panties down in one, leaving them around your knees so you can't run to escape even if you wanted to. Any thought that you could, should, run is already gone. You don't want to, not any more. Whatever he wants to do, whatever anger he has for you, you want it. You want to feel his anger, you want it to burn into yours until you combust.

A hand claps down on your ass and you feel the sting ripple up your back. He wanted that one to hurt, and it did. Another sharp slap hits your other cheek soon after, the sting of pain made worse by your cold skin, but you're glad for it because you wanted that one to hurt too.

Both his hands rub across your cheeks, drawing a groan from you as he massages them and soothes the sting before rough fingers pull you apart. He always did like looking.

He wastes no time in plunging his wet tongue into your pussy from behind, Joel's hands yanking your pants down the to your feet to spread you open further for him. "You're fuckin' dripping," he says between breaths as you push back into his face.

"You this wet from those guys?" You don't answer, so he slaps a hand down on your ass again.

"Fuckin' answer me."

"N-no. M'not wet from them."

"Then why," he says, breathing deeply as he devours your pussy, the cold of his nose tickling your hole as the scruff on his jaw scratches at your inner thighs. "Tell me. Tell me why this needy fuckin' pussy is so wet."

"Because of you," you push your face down into his bed, biting at his sheets as his tongue swipes over your clit, already so sensitive your legs are shaking. You arch your back, exposing more of your cunt to his relentless tongue. There's no question or thread of shame in your mind why you like this - why you're already so close to coming undone just from him being an asshole and playing with your pussy.

"Me, huh? Little hole's desperate for me? Look at her cryin' out to be stuffed full, drippin' all over the place."

You couldn't help the drip of slick from your cunt, or the way his words always worked to make it worse. You knew you were a mess, but by now you knew he liked it, even if he taunted you for it. You felt how his grasping hands got firmer, saw as his cock got harder, just at the sight of your glistening pussy.

Two of his thick fingers are pushing into you, the cold feel of them startling you as they slide home. You'd spent a week thinking of his fist buried in your cunt, but his fingers still felt so thick, so much, plunged into your dripping wet heat as they were.

"If you make a mess on my sheets I'll rub your fuckin' nose in it. Act like an animal I'll treat you like one."

If you were an animal, he was fucking feral - a snarling, growling, feral animal of a man that you just couldn't resist.

His fingers curl, dragging against your walls harshly as his tongue slides against your clit again, swirling around the stretched rim where his fingers are embedded in you, tasting you, before slurping at your clit once more. You grind your hips back against his face, trying to get more friction on your clit as he fucks you with his fingers. They're warmed now, the burning heat from your cunt drawing the chill from his bones.

The wet squelch in your cunt is obscene as he laps at your clit, drawing you so close already, your feet still tangled in your pants and your moans muffled by the push of your face into his sheets.

Joel's fingers are gone just as your orgasm starts to raise its head over the horizon, ruining any high you were so close to getting. You slam your fist down on the bed in frustration, ignoring his gruff laugh as you muffle your fuck into his bed. His knees crack as he stands, undoing his belt and pulling his cock from his pants. He doesn't stroke himself, he doesn't need to, he just squeezes himself at the base, lines himself up with your hole and pushes forward.

A strangled moan pulls from your chest as he sheathes himself, pulling your hips back flush with his as his cock impales you in one movement.

"Fuck, if this pussy don't just love this dick."

He draws back slowly, pulling any slick from your cunt back with him, coating himself in you, before slamming back to the hilt.

"Uhh, f-fuck."

You feel him draw back again, holding himself back from you, tip barely inside your cunt, teasing himself at your entrance. Before he can, you push back onto his cock, taking him in with a deep moan.

He stifles a groan, fingers digging into your hips, pinching the flesh in his grip. You try to move, to fuck yourself on his length, but his grip won't let you. You can feel him throb inside you, and you hope he's already close to coming, that he wants you that much he can barely hold himself back.

The thought is gone as soon as he starts pulling back again and thrusting forward quickly, repeatedly slamming his hips into your ass and pulling you back onto him. The sharp slap of his hips and wet squelches of your pussy are muffled only by your moans and Joel's shaky breathing.

"Tell me - you fuck anyone else - like this," you say through staccato gasps as his cock collides with your cervix. "If you say you do - I'll know - you're even more of a - fucking liar."

He throws you forward, pulling out and standing glaring down at you when you twist to look at him, finally able to kick your pants and shoes off your feet.

"You think you're special?" he growls. You take him in, his massive figure stood there still clothed, cock hanging lewdly from his pants and covered in your slick. You want to lick it, taste your own pussy on his cock and catch the drip of precum from his tip before it's wasted.

"No. I'm not. And neither are you," you spread your legs as you say it, willing him to come back, to start fucking you again, but not daring to ask for it. "You're an asshole. I just like that you make me feel good."

"Feeling's mutual, sweetheart." He's pouncing on you before you can process it, yanking his shirt over his head before pulling your spread thighs across his clothed ones, notching at your entrance and sliding straight back in.

You thud back down onto the bed with the force of his cock fucking into you, staring up at him with an open mouth, panting as he starts to cant into you once again. His hands are holding your thighs against his as he rocks so deeply into you you think you can see your lower belly pulse with each movement.

His hands slide down your thighs, pulling you apart where his cock joined with you, swiping a thumb up the slick gathered there and rubbing it around your clit in rough circles. You reach down, hand trying to meet his and hold him there, but he swats you away. You move further instead, grabbing at the waistband of his pants and tugging down, slipping them over his ass before he's pushing you back again. Your fingers drag across his abdomen as you fall back again, watching a shudder crawl through him with the graze of your fingertips.

You try not to smile when his hand falls from you and shimmies his pants further down his legs, over his knees and kicking them off the end of the bed whilst still buried in you. You can see all of him again now, his broad shoulders, dark nipples, the trail of hair down to his cock where it disappears inside you. His thick thighs, spread almost as lewdly as yours, dusted in hair, the muscles flexing with each rock into you. He doesn't look at you as you drink him in, eyes focused on your cunt as he pulls you back open.

He spits down onto your clit. You whine when it collides with your skin and starts to trickle down your spread pussy. You whine again when his thumb draws it up and around your clit, massaging it into you, each swipe of his thumb jerking your swollen nub and bringing you closer to coming undone as he pounds you hard into his mattress.

You throw your head back with the feeling of it all, moaning loudly into the open room.

"You'd let me do anythin' to you, huh."

"Yeah," you admit, head still thrown back and eyes closed. You would, you couldn't even say why, just that you knew you would. That for all the pain at the end of the world, this was a pain that was worth it, a stretch that made you ache in the right ways, the sting of his palm that electrified you, made you feel alive.

"You're just beggin' for me to slap your pussy pink again, ain't you? Fill that pretty little asshole up with my cum. Wear you like a fuckin' glove." He's growling, muttering obscene things to you, things you both know to be true. "You'd let me fuck you anyway I want, even share you with whoever I want."

You nod, stupidly bobbing your head along with the rhythm of him sliding into you.

"This pussy is mine," he growls. "Say it."

"Yours!" you pant, you didn't want it to be anyone elses any more, what was the point when he'd ruined you for anyone else. "M'yours!" Fuck.

"All o' you? That's more than I even asked for sweetheart."

And he's falling forward over you, hands planting either side of your head for leverage as he pounds into you harder than he ever has, abandoning your clit just as you were about to fall apart underneath him yet again. Any words to correct yourself are gone as you groan, pulling your brows together and watching him. His face relaxes and contorts over and over, sweat beads at his temples. You know his hair would feel damp if only you would reached up to touch it.

He shifts to his elbows, the sweat from his chest and belly mingling with yours, making your bodies slick as they slide together. You watch his mouth open as he pants, the heat of his breath on your face cooling the sweat dripping down your neck. You can smell him, see every imperfection of his skin in such detail that you're struck dumb, angry, and desperate all in one swoop. Something so close still feels so far away, and a frustrated sob is bubbling from you before you can stop it.

Something inside you snaps with that. You'd be chasing it for weeks, denied something you hadn't even dared to ask for.

You grab him by the throat as his hips roll into you, gasping out a breath before you grit your teeth and say it, forcing him to look directly at you.

"Fucking kiss me."

He laughs in your face and you fight down the shame for even daring to ask for something you wanted, something you deserved. "Is that what you want?"

You nod, squeezing his throat beneath your fingertips.

He pulls back from you - you want to claw at him and hold him to you but he pushes your hand against his throat with his own. He looks down between you, your pussy creaming around his cock and swollen clit twitching with each thrust.

You tighten the grip on the sides of his throat, feeling the hard thud of blood through his veins at your fingertips, drawing his eyes back to yours.

"Fuck, that's it, sweetheart."

He suddenly throws your arm down from his neck, pinning both if your hands down as he puts his weight on top of you.

"That what you want?" he grits out. "That what you keep coming back for? Thought you were whoring yourself out for pills, not a fuckin' kiss. Are you that fuckin' desperate?"

He's goading you, you know he is. Still, you want to scream at him, but his face is close to yours now, so terrifyingly close you could kiss him by accident if you weren't careful. Suddenly you're terrified of it, desperate but terrified.

His aquiline nose slides up the side of your face, and you stop breathing. "You want this?"

"Please." You'll be angry at yourself for begging later, right now you'd say anything if it meant he'd finally give it to you.

He drags his nose across your face, rubs his nose against yours. He's practically still inside you now, the shallow rock of his hips the only movement either of you are making. "You sure?"

"Please," you whisper again, breath ghosting across his lips. You try not to move your mouth too much, barely muttering the word in case your mouth touches his. His own breath huffs against your mouth, teasing you with the taste of him.

"S'all you want, huh?"

"Mm." He's so close you don't trust yourself to speak.

His nose nuzzles into yours, the hair on his face tickling at your sensitive top lip. Then you feel it, the bow of his top lip swiping against yours, not kissing just feeling.

You're frozen, terrified to move, terrified to feel what you've been desperate for for months.

But you made it through the worst days at the end of the world. What was fear any more except another lie.

You press your lips forward, done with waiting, done with being patient, done with putting others first. You want it so badly that finally, finally, you take it.

At the first press of your lips to his, he releases your wrists, sliding his hand down the curve of your body to hold you to him. You moan into his mouth, blinking back angry tears as you wrap your own hand around his neck to pull him in further. At first he doesn't move against you, letting you kiss the soft swell of his mouth, but when you slip your tongue against his bottom lip and breathe him in, his mouth opens and his lips press to yours, giving back everything you're taking.

"This all you wanted this whole time?" he whispers against your mouth.

"Not all I wanted," you mumble. Your eyes are closed, head dizzy from breathing so deeply, from finally doing the thing you'd literally only dreamed of.

"No?"

"No," you swallow before continuing, the shame of admission gone now. What shame could there even be when it was so obvious. You open your eyes just as you speak. "I wanted all of it."

"Yeah?" You think from the look on his face that he needed to hear it as much as you needed to say it, so you kiss him again, just because you can.

He presses his hips into you harder, making you gasp straight into his mouth, the sharp pressure of his cock so much with the fuzzy high in your head. He does it again, kissing you of his own volition this time and swallowing your moan down as he starts fucking you again, one hand settling in your hair as the other wanders your body. You can still taste the salty sweetness of your own pussy on his mouth as you lick into him.

Your own hand dances with his over your body, teasing your own nipples and stroking down, down, until you push your hand between your bodies and feel between your legs. You're a mess, sweat and the wetness from your pussy merged together to create a slip and slide of slick as he slides his cock into your tender hole. You stroke at the base of him and feel another shudder work its way through his body before you move your hand back to yourself, circling your own clit as he rocks his length into you.

"You gonna make yourself come on my cock?" he says, looking down where your hand strokes at your clit. You nod, lips brushing his, capturing him in another kiss as you moan, so close already.

"Good fuckin' girl. You rub that pretty pussy. She just fuckin' loves this dick." True.

His cock in your pussy, his hands in your hair, holding your body, your own hand strumming your clit with well practiced movements, the feeling of his lips on your own. It's all so much so quickly, everything you've been craving for so long, that the fire in your body burns so bright it explodes out of every pore before you can hold it off.

"F-fuck, Joeeel."

You come with a cry, every part of your body shuddering and convulsing, hand twitching over your own cunt as you desperately try to keep the high going as long as you can, until you're so sensitive all you can do is grip your own thigh, your nails creating half moons in the soft flesh.

"You're all mine, huh?" he says gently, still inside you now as he feels your walls pulse and twitch around him. You nod, floating from his kisses and your own high. "No one else gonna touch this pussy. S'all mine."

"S'yours."

"Needy, needy, pussy," he grunts into your mouth, as your cunt quivers around him, an aftershock pulled from you at just his words and the rasp of his coarse hair against your clit.

It hits you then, for all he called you needy you never actually asked for what you wanted, what you needed. You never took it either. Not until now. But he always did.

"I think you're just as needy as I am," you whisper.

He clicks his tongue and cocks his head. "I never said I wasn't, sweetheart."

A quick shuffle of his knees later he's pounding into you with abandon, your cunt had barely stopped throbbing by the time he started again.

"Ohhhh, god."

You don't move to kiss him again, he's chasing whatever high he needs now and you let him take it, back arching, moaning as he pounds away, cock slipping inside you with ease. The hand in your hair pulls harder, tugging your head back. You think this is going to be it, he's going to come inside you like this, but then wet kisses are being peppered across your neck and collar bone, his moans sounding more like those of a common whore than his usual grunts.

You want to come again already, so you grip him tight, hands roaming from your body to his arms, his shoulders. Your nails claw at him, pulling him closer and pushing him away, trying to tear him apart with your bare hands as he fucks you.

He moves quicker still, head buried in the crook of your neck as he holds onto you and slams home over and over. You think he's almost there - hope he is because how much more screaming can your voice take before it breaks - when he's yanking your hair again. His mouth latches to your own in a sloppy kiss, tongue fighting with yours and his cock squelching into the wet heat of your pussy as he comes undone, groaning into your mouth, shuddering, fucking ropes of thick cum into your empty cunt and never stilling for a second.

His hips stop bucking against yours before his mouth does. He kisses you softer, groaning, slowing down to catch his breath before he finally removes his lips from yours with a shuddering gasp, screwing his eyes shut.

Cum practically gushes out of you when he pulls out, and you expect him to get up and leave like he has every time before. He doesn't. Instead, he rests his head next to yours, kissing your shoulder, the warmth of his body encasing yours.

Your face finds his, nudging against his jaw. He shifts, letting you in, and your mouth finds his again. You kiss him until you turn to liquid, sighing deeply and tracing soft patterns on his skin and your own with your fingertips.

Eventually, he releases your hair, and you think the moment is truly over. But then he rolls over, flopping down next to you, the weight of him dipping the mattress and making you shift closer to his side. He closes his eyes, putting an arm behind his head, and you take the chance to look down at his naked body, his cock now soft between his legs.

The feeling that bubbles up through you rips out of your mouth in a laugh. Joel's eyes fly open, finding yours, making you laugh harder. Tears are falling from your eyes - the absurdity of it all too much to bear. So angry at him, at yourself, for weeks now. Wanting something for so long, something that it turns out you could have just reached out and grabbed. Driving yourself near mad over wanting to be touched in a way you thought he never would, when maybe all along he thought you never wanted it. You're left with nothing but small giggles and an aching belly by the time the feeling bubbles out of you completely.

You wonder how all of this must look to him. How small and naive you must look, just a silly girl giggling in his bed. If he thinks it, he doesn't voice it. He just shakes his head softly and raises an eyebrow at you, as if to ask if you're done.

You lie next to each other in silence after that. He doesn't tell you to leave, and you don't move to either. You just lie there, arms barely touching, sweat drying and cooling both of your bodies.

You'd always been okay with silence, more often than not finding yourself with nothing to say, especially these days. But something in this moment tells you to speak, and so you do, filling the silence with your own voice before the opportunity can be taken from you.

"Thanks for helping me out there," you start softly. "I know you said you wouldn't, and I'm not trying to prove a point I just... Thank you. I was looking at you. I couldn't help it. I've been... angry. At you, yeah, but mostly myself. So I was looking, but I didn't realize it was that much, I swear and I -"

"S'okay," he stops your ramble so simply and quickly you frown, an involuntary tut falls of your mouth. He casts a glance over to you, almost chastising as he continues. "Ain't lyin' when I say it though. You gotta stop lookin' at me. I really can't be lookin' out for you, just got lucky this time. There's assholes bigger than me out there."

"Doubt it," you scoff. He raises an eyebrow and runs his tongue along his teeth, daring you to say more. You don't.

You fiddle with the sheets between you, biting at your cheek and bottom lip, so much more to say but the words just ending up jumbled in your head.

"I wasn't lying either. When I said I want it. All of it." That's a start, you figure.

"You don't want me. I could be anyone."

"Maybe I don't. Never said I did. I just know that I want whatever this is," you gesture between the two of you. Whatever had started as a transaction was clearly more than that now. You enjoyed the feel of him, the way he touched you and talked to you. You enjoyed the escape of it all. It was nice to know another person in the world knew you were there, that you existed, cared about you in some way, even if it was only enough to make sure you came. "Sex was never really any good with anyone else anyway."

"I've got other people I have arrangements with. I've got Tess, I've got -"

"I know. That doesn't matter. I'm not asking you to change. I don't want anything to change. I just want..." you trail off, shrugging. "I just want this for me. I don't care what it is for you, as long as it's good too."

He looks at you, taking you in with curious eyes, working out if what you're saying is true. If really, in this moment here and now, you want this exactly as it is. "I can do that."

You think that he gets it, understands it all more than you could ever explain. The thought of that alone is more comforting than any touch he could give you. It could have been a sweet moment, if that's what you two were. But it's not, and still he ruins it anyway.

"Pussy really is no one else's but mine, huh?" There's an edge to his voice that tells you he's holding back a laugh, and you could fucking hit him.

This time, you do. You relish in the oof that leaves his body as your hand collides with the side of his chest. He catches your wrist before you can land another soft blow, your skin prickling in his firm grip. You know from the feel of his hand and the look in his eye that you'll fuck him again before you leave his apartment today.

It only takes a few minutes for you to prove yourself right. You climb on top of him all soft curves and bouncing tits, hair a mess, face scrunched and jaw relaxed as you ride him, kissing him as much as you've ever wanted. Even when your legs ache, when he starts fucking up into you with each bounce of your hips, you carry on, wanting to take from him again and have him fill you.

He never tells you to leave, but eventually you get up, putting your clothes on, tucking your torn t-shirt around you. You expect your dad will be wondering where you've got to soon.

Joel sits and watches you dress until you're stood fully clothed, looking at him lying nude on his bed, a total contrast to what happened in this room just a week ago.

You think for a moment, waiting as he gets up and walks with you back through his apartment. You take in the last few hours. The last week. The last few months of knowing Joel Miller.

"Joel?"

"Mm."

You look him up and down as you stand in front of his door, still naked as the day he was born. "You're a massive slut, you know that, right?"

He laughs. Full bellied, head back, laughs.

"Takes one to know one, sweetheart," he says with a smirk, winking as he unlatches the front door.

You kiss Joel again as you leave his apartment. He can't stop you now, and you don't think he would ever even try.

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[takami-takami]

hihi!! would you ever do a drabble focusing on hawks and his dumbification kink?? was reading thru some of your works and i /need/ that so bad :((

Pretty Predictable.

includes— hawks x fem!reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— dumbification. degradation. praise. keigo loves you so bad.

A gentle flick to your forehead nearly shocks you out of your stupor; nearly, but not quite.

"Oi. Did you hear a fuckin' word I just said?" Keigo sweetly drags the question, already aware of the answer. The droop of his eyelids paints a portrait of dissapointment; but the glimmer that shines in the gold of his irises tells a different story. His stare is practiced, perfectly fashioned to burn holes, and you ache with the suffocating knowledge that no matter how far you avert your gaze, his will remain fixated on you.

The deep creases of his frown twitch upwards at the corners, a smirk threatening to spill and break the illusion of this little game.

This is fun for him.

He always did tend to play with his food before devouring it.

"Sweetheart," he sighs in feigned dissapointment, plunging deep into your heat once more and pulling out to the tip, just to watch you thrash against his bruising grip at the bend of your hips. "I know you're not the brightest bitch of the bunch, but ya' gotta work with me, pretty girl."

A hitch of your breath, a simple squeak, is all he needs to hear to know you love this just as much as he does. He hides his smirk in the crook of your neck. You're so predictable.

The wood of the bed creaks and aches below, a constant reminder of his dominance over your trembling form. You're a drooling mess at more than just your pouting lips, he notes. The mess between your thighs, the glaze in your teary eyes; it's all because of him.

A dark chuckle falls from his mouth as he resumes fucking the last remnants of your brain out of your sorry, little head. Keigo adores you for all your wit, reveres your intellect and personality; it's just one of the many reasons he fell so deeply in love with you. But with each hiccup you sputter from the thrusts of his hips against yours, the further your eyes roll into the the back of your head, the more he realizes just how much he loves this side of you.

The slick drip, drip, dripping from between your thighs coats his cock, makes it unbearably loud. When all you can hear is the schlick of his flesh against yours ringing in your ears, your poor mind can't register the condescending filth of his words; it cannot begin to process just how much it drags you deeper down.

"Awww, baby girl, c'mon," he coos, lifting your calves up and over his broad shoulders with practiced ease. "You can still think with somethin' other than your pussy, can't you?" He punctuates the ask by burying himself to the hilt and swallowing your gasp with his lips.

Keigo would spend just about the rest of his life watching you fall apart on his cock, if it were up to him. He fantasizes about it, spends countless commission board meetings daydreaming of a life where he can spend his days memorizing the way you fall, lost in ecstacy that only he can provide; but nothing could prepare him for the responses you give.

"N-No– Too good. Can't think, Kei'," you whimper against his mouth, too far gone to notice the way his breath sticks in his throat, the way his hips stutter. "You're right, a-always right. 'M sorry, y'make it really hard to think."

You can feel the lopsided smile pressed against you more than you see it, can feel the vibrations of his knowing, boastful 'mhmm' more than you hear it.

This is his own, personal heaven. Your delirious, lust-drunk, absolutely empty smile sends a sharp current to his heart, the charcoal fuel for the fire of his little fetish.

"Show me that pretty face, princess," he murmurs, dazed and heavy, tilting your chin with his thumb to lock eyes as you fall apart again. He gulps down the sight of those teary, babydoll eyes. Not a thought behind them, not a hint of anything but pleasure; glossy like glass, as only his reflection remains in that lovestruck look.

"There we go," he praises while doubling his efforts, the bed frame threatening to splinter, if either of you were lucid enough to care. "Good fuckin' girl. Show me what you look like when you cum nice and pretty for me. C'mon, give it to me."

When your spine stiffens, when you scream into the crackling air, he resolves to make good on his promise.

He's not stopping until you're fucked dumb.

[satorumyman]

mast€rbating sub!gojo (your best friend tries to hide his erection form you)

Pairing: dom fem!reader, best friend sub!gojo

warnings: jerking off, oral (male receiving), satoru has a lot of c*m (sorry not sorry lol), bimbo satoru, he whimpers obv, reader spits in his mouth twice, hair grabing, praise name?(good boy, angel, baby...), final with a plot tiwst.

* i tried to write smut lol*

I don´t need to say this is my first time writing smut, you will notice it as you read this shit... and english is not my first language so sorry for my grammar mistakes.

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Satoru is sitting on the luxury couch of his penthouse lazily scrolling in the gallery of his phone looking at the photos he has of you and him together, a smirk come to his lips as he sees your pretty face, he drinks every little detail of your face.

Your plump lips that always have an intense red color because you always wear a cherry lipstick, he had imagined how your lips would taste, how they will feel wrapped around his thick cock, if ur little mouth would be capable of suck his entire length. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh as he feels his dick hardening through his pants at the mere thought of your lips.

He hisses lowly, putting his hand over his eyes blaming himself of thinking about her best friend in that way, he puts his dirty thoughts aside. He keeps scrolling through the photos until a picture appears that you had sent him when you were on the beach, he takes a deep breath shifting uncomfortably in his seat at the sight of you in a little baby blue color bikini.

His eyes scanning the top that barely cover your big boobs, he feels how drops of precum start to slide from the tip of his cock to his balls, making his boxers feel sticky and uncomfy, Satoru throughs his head back against the sofa, biting hard his lower lip, he moans your name ´´Fuck... Y/N and your fucking damn big boobs of yours´´ he whispers in a low voice.

He fights the instinct of sliding down his hand to his pants to touch his painful bulge and jerking off at the image of your perfect boobs in that bikini, he doesn´t want to be a creepy man that jerks off his cock at a picture of her best friend.

Satoru forces himself to relax as his eyes return to the photo, blue eyes gently tracing your curves thinking if you had chosen that color to match with his blue eyes, he chuckles feeling like a delusional man for thinking that.

He swears that he never got so hard in his live until now, he feels so stupid for acting like a hormonal teenager at his 24 years.

Unconsciously his hand slides down and rubs his painful erection, he knows that the head of his dick is red and swollen. He lets out a pathetical whimper as he grabs his heavy dick through his pants, slowly rubing his cock with his thumb, at this point his boxers and pants are a mess.

´´Damn Y/N fuck, i need you so bad baby´´ He shuts his eyes, breathily whimpers coming out of his mouth ´´I wanna you to suck my fuckin cock like is your last meal´´ his eyebrows furrowing, little drops of sweat sliding over his forehead as he bucks his hips up fucking roughly his hand thinking his your hand instead.

"Oh god... Yes... That's it... You're making me so fucking hard..." Satoru grunts, his grip on his dick tightens, tears starting to form in his eyes from the intense pleasure he's feeling.

He stops his movements abruptly, eyes wide open at the sound of keys at the front door following by your voice, he cursed under his breath, why did he think giving the keys to his house to you was a good idea?

´´Satoruu i´m here´´ you sing taking off your shoes in the entrance, ´´yoo I missed seeing your dumb face, today at work I had a very bad time´´ you say dramatically walking to his living room.

You raise an eyebrow at the scene in front of you, Satoru on the couch red as a tomato with sweat on his forhead and chin, eyes glossy and swollen lips, your eyes going down where he has a pillow on his lap holding it tightly to his body.

Satoru clears his throat, trying to sound confident "I didn't know you were coming here" He says avoiding eye contact tightening his grip on the pillow.

"Well, i send you a message saying that I was coming over to your house" You sit beside him on the couch, satoru tensed slightly, he imaginary facepalm himself for being to busy fucking his dick that he didn't even realize the message you had sent him.

He lets out a nervous laugh scratching his temple "Oh.. I didn't know, the phone battery just died and I was to lazy to charge it so I decied to take a nap instead" He swallows looking everywhere but your face.

You cross your arms "You were sleeping?" you ask surprised, he looks at you confused "yeah?" he clears his throat, "So did you have a nightmare or something?, cus you are red like my shirt" Satoru's eyes go down towards your red shirt, a shiver runs down his spine when he noticed that you're not wearing a bra, your nipples showing through the shirt.

Then his eyes travel upward until they meet your worried eyes, you lean towards him, your boobs unconsciously rubbing against his arm, he feels that he is going to explode at any moment, he clenched his jaw trying to breath properly.

You touch his forehead "you have a fever?" Satoru bites his lower lip nervously "I don't know?" He grabs your shoulder trying to pull you away for him, to his attempt to get you away from him the cushion he had on his lap falls to the floor, revealing a wet spot on the center of his pants and the shape of his large and thick erection. You clench your thighs unconsciously feeling a tingling in your lower abdomen at the sight of his messy pants.

Satoru blushed hard his eyes moving rapidly looking everywhere, his big hands covering quickly the mess of his pants ´´I-I was...eh d-don´t´´ He starts babbling without knowing what to say, he suddelnly gets up ´´I-Im gonna g-go to´´ He cuts himself when the phone that he had hidden under the cushion falls to the floor showing an old picture that you had sent him in a blue bikini. Your eyes widened in shock when you see the photo, you feel a heat trickle down to your body as you realize what Satoru was doing before you came to his house.

Satoru's hands start to shake as he stupidly tries to pick up the phone "so battery dead uh?" You tease, a smile rising to your lips feeling your pussy throb at the mere thought of Satrou jerking himself with a photo of you. He runs a hand through his sweaty white hair, eyes looking at yours with lust and hunger behind them before he looks away sighing shakily "Sorry, I know that you might feel disgusted right now" he swallow heavily, you see his Adam's apple rise and fall through movement making you want touch it with your fingers.

You let a soft chuckle before standing up and walking towards Satoru, he turned his head at you with a surprised look. You lean into him, gently running your finger over his Adam's apple, he closed his eyes a small breathy sigh coming out of his lips, 'so sensitive' you though smiling.

Your right hand going up his arm making a shiver of pleasure runs up and down his spine, your hand following its path up until you reached the undercut behind his head, you gently pull the few hairs making him groan a "fuck" in a hoarse voice as your finger lightly squeeze his Adam's apple.

You feel his erection squeezing sightly against your abdomen, making you bite your lower lip feeling your pussy getting more wetter as he gently rolls his hips towards yours searching for some friction, "Do you seriously think I'm going to be disgusted" your lips sliding sensually along his neck, his breath hitched at the feeling "knowing that my hot best friend is masturbating his fat cock thinking about me?" You finish whispering in his ear giving a chaste kiss on the lobe.

He forced himself to relax into your embrace, letting go of some of the tension that has been building up inside him for what seems like an eternity.

But every second he spent in your arms feels like a test of his resolve, making it harder for him to resist the urge to pull you onto his lap and take you right here.

"So you are not disgusted?" He pants deeply getting more worked up by each passing moment. You shake your head with a breathy laugh. "So are you gonna let me suck your dick?" You ask moving your lips centimeters against his. "It seems like you've had to endure a lot of pain" You pout.

Satoru's eyes widen in shock at your words, his heart races with excitement, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he can hardly believe what he's hearing - were you really offering to suck his dick?. "Fuck yes," Satoru whimpers, his voice barely above a whisper as his big hand cups your chin his thumb caressing your lower lip, you close your eyes leaning into his hand, pulling away for him with a playful smirk, you push him by his broad shoulders making him sit on the couch.

He lets himself be dominated easily by you, he spreads his longs legs leaving a space for you, mouth watering at the sight of his strong thighs and the throbbing erection through his pants that claims to be free.´´oh my poor angel tried so hard to hide his heavy dick from her best friend´s eyes´´You purr, hands caressing his strong thighs up and down, He throws his head back to the couch, raising his hips, a pathetic moan escape from his lips,´´mñm Y/N pleasee´´ He looks at you dumbfounded with half open eyes, spit dripping from his plump lips.

You place yourself in the space between his legs, with your hands on his thighs you lean into him ´´Please what baby?´´You whisper, Satoru feels a pulsation in his aching cock at the petname. Your hand go to his forhead and you push back the hair that cover his eyes, revealing his sweaty forehead. With his white strands in your hand, you tilted his head back, you hear him grunting, making him look at your eyes.

´´I asked you a quiestion, angel´´ your other hand slowly going up his thigh stopping centimeters away from his bulge, his pants got so fuckin meesy and wet, your mouth getting dry, the space between your legs feeling uncomfortable with the amount of dripping that slides form your pussy.

´´I need your little mouth on my cock´´ He says between sighs, big hands going to your waist squeezing it tightly. Giving him a soft smile, you whisper ´´Good boy´´ your hand that was grabing his hair slowy slides down to grab his chin, you hear him gulp your thumb playing with his lower lip, meanwhile, his big hands begin to move from your waist to your abdomen caressing it.

´´Open´´ You command, he quickly opens his mouth you stick his tongue out with your thumb, collecting a ball of saliva before spitting in his mouth, he lets out a moan from inside his throat, a drop of saliva connecting your tongue with his, you gently hit his cheek ´´Swallow´´ he swallow it in seconds maintaining eye contact with you. ´´So obedient to me ´´ you smile before crashing your lips with his, you both moaned at the feeling, hands going around his broad shoulders as his thumbs stroke your abdomen through your shirt.

You run your tongue over his lower lip making him open his mouth, quickly domating the kiss you explore his mouth, tongue brushing his, he grunts now hands going up slowly up to cup your boobs, thumbs caressing your hard niples you whimper in his mouth. Pulling away from his lips a drop of spit conecting his tongue with yours, feeling your thighs tremble as you see how fucked up is already Satoru.

Two slander fingers squeezed your niples, biting your lip letting a small ´´fuck´´ you look at his face, blue eyes half open and clouded with lust looking at you, a mischievous smile forms on Satoru's lips, his smile fades quickly letting a desperate moan when he feels your fingers around his lenght through his pants.

*Yeah there is not a plotwist lol*

[ghostssweetgirl]

huh, puppy?

simon ghost riley x reader (smut - pet play)

description: it is ghost's birthday and you want to treat him ;)

pairing: fem! puppy reader x dom! simon ghost riley

cw: pet play, use of butt plug, slight use of master/daddy/owner, fingering, oral (m receiving), doggystyle (heh 😏), aftercare

nsfw under the cut, minors, do not interact! 18+ !!

Today was Ghost's birthday, and although he hated it, you had other ideas to make his birthday worthwhile. You decided to surprise him by wearing a cropped tank top with no bra, and a skirt with no panties that barely came down over your ass paired with a fluffy tailed butt plug, puppy ears, with thigh highs with paw pads on the bottom. And you were waiting in front of the door on your knees, like a good girl. 

You had to stop yourself from reaching between your thighs to touch yourself at the thought of Ghost coming in, seeing you like this and using your throat as a personal fleshlight. But you were determined to always be his good, compliant puppy. You never disobeyed. Growing impatient, you bounced up and down as you whined, nervous he wouldn't be coming home. You become sad at the thought and look down at the ground. But you perked right back up when you heard a vehicle pull into the driveway, and footsteps approaching the door. 

As keys jingled into the deadbolt, you wiggled your hips in excitement, smiling from ear to ear as you started to whimper; he was taking too long. The door finally cracked open, and his huge frame in his tactical gear came into view, looking down at you.

"What's this, baby?" he cooed at you. "Beautiful girl."

"Hehe, hiiii sir!! I missed you! Happy birthday!" you shrieked, holding your tongue out to him as he caressed your jaw, staring into your puppy dog eyes. 

"Hi, baby..." he leaned down and sucked on your tongue, moaning into it, making you whine in a needy tone. "What is it, pup? Hm?"

"Want you..."

"Want me? How do you want me, luv? Use your words for me, puppy," his raspy voice pitched higher, almost in a mocking tone.

"Mm~... Want you to use my throat, sir," you begged as your hands grabbed his thighs, sitting up higher on your knees as you pleaded to serve your master. 

"That's all you had to say, baby," he chuckled as he wrestled with his belt, then tapped his pants to instruct you to finish the job. And you did so. You rested your head against his thigh, biting at your lip as you undone the button and zipper, pulling them down along with his boxer briefs as his cock sprang out almost hitting you in the face, causing you to jump. "'S okay, pup. Make me feel good, darling. I've been thinking about you all day, my good girl."

You whimpered at the praise, body heating up from arousal and grabbed his cock with both hands as you licked at the tip, teasing him.

"Don't tease me, baby... Fuck, you look so good like this."

You giggled and sucked on the head, letting your jaw adjust to how wide you have to open before you worked your way down. Your tongue played with the vein running along his shaft each time you bobbed up and down, earning breathy moans from him. Your hand jerked off what you couldn't fit, while the other fondled and massaged his balls. 

"Fuckin' hell, what a good puppy, yeah?" he teased. "You like sucking my cock? You like making your daddy feel good, luv?"

You nodded as you took his cock further, gagging yourself. His hands held your head and played with your hair. Looking up to him for approval, you see his head tilted back with his heavy breathing chest. You could tell it was becoming too much for him as his hands held either side of your head in a tighter grasp, threatening to fuck your throat. You whined onto his cock, telling him you wanted him to do it. He understood as he started pulling your head back and forth, letting out deep moans as he was about to become unleashed. 

"Fuck!" he gritted through his teeth before he started ramming his cock deep in your throat. "That's it. Take it. What a good fuckin' puppy. Likes getting her throat fucked, yeah?"

You couldn't respond, but he knew you. He knew you loved this. He knew how much you wanted to please him, and exactly how much you strived to be his good - no, best girl. 

It was hard to breathe, but you didn't care. Saliva dripped out both sides of your mouth onto your tank top, wetting it. The noises coming out of your mouth were almost disgusting, showing exactly how much you really struggled taking his full cock. He pulled out with a long groan, jerking his own length off as he rubbed his thumb across your lip, admiring the view. "Lean over the back of the couch, doll. I want to fuck your little puppy cunt."

You blushed at the words and obeyed. Using his thighs to help you elevate yourself get up, he stopped you. "Crawl."

You whimpered as you got on your hands and knees, crawling over to the couch, looking behind you making sure he was following.

"That's it. Good girl, go on."

As he took notice you weren't wearing anything under your skirt, he tsked, "Really are a slut for daddy, huh? No panties, baby? You were prepared for me?"

"Mhm!" you nodded as you crawled up the couch, leaning over it, exposing your ass in clear view for him. His hand flew down and spanked it, soon rubbing over the red handprint to soothe your skin. 

"Look at this fuckin' ass... Fuck," he rasped as his hands went lower, finding the aching mess that is your core, slicked with arousal. "So fuckin' wet already. Little puppy gets wet when her owner fucks her throat? Uses her for his own pleasure?"

"Fuck, yes, sir..."

"Ah, watch your mouth, baby," he warned. His fingers worked through your folds, finding your clit before rubbing it softly. You wiggled in his grasp as you hissed from the pleasure. "You like that, huh?" He rubbed it in soft but hard circles, watching you become undone as your butt wiggled and the butt plug serving as a tail tucked between your legs, also becoming wet with your juices that were pooling on the inside of your thighs.

"Yes, sir... Please!" you begged, needing more, needing him inside of you.

His hand glided down your back, holding onto the nape of your neck as his two thick fingers teased your entrance, sliding in causing you to clench and your thighs snapped together. "Na-uh... Open up for me, baby..."

It really was second nature for you to listen and obey his demands, doing what he says. You couldn't handle the thought of not pleasing him nor making him happy. All you wanted was to make him proud. 

As he flicked his fingers in a come-hither motion, your back arched as you moaned deeply into the air. His breath ragged from feeling your squishy walls take his fingers, preparing you for something much bigger. 

"I'm gonna cum, sir! P-please!" you wailed, seeking permission.

"Cum for me, then, pet," he moaned, leaning down to pepper kisses up your back. His other hand toyed with the plug, pushing it in and out slightly, earning lewd shrieks from you as you were too busy focused on your climax, and it did nothing except help too much. 

Your climax seeped on his hand, causing a pool to become in his palm. "Such a good girl for me. Always eager to please me, yeah?"

"Yeah! Yes, sir, yes, so much..." you agreed, eagerly.

"Then you're going to take my cock really well, huh?" he mocked.

"Yes! S'good for you, daddy!"

He opened your legs further with his, pushing you down at a better angle. He grabbed his cock and aligned it with your hole and pushed the tip in. "Just like that, yeah? So fuckin' tight, puppy..."

Your mouth gaped open as all sound left your throat, feeling him bury himself to the hilt in you, nearly splitting you open with one slow thrust. He grunted as he pulled back, but you kept him still in you with your tightness. "I love this tight little puppy cunt, baby. Feels so fuckin' good wrapped around me."

Your hands reached behind you and gripped onto his forearms as he pulled out then back in, causing your broken moans to reach a higher pitch. You were fucked out already, his cock was too much, his praise that never ended, he just kept talking you through it. 

"I know, pup, I know," he comforted as he pushed himself in impossibly deeper. 

"C-can't! Ohh~! S-sir! Too much!" all you could manage was a few words - a broken sentence. You were already about to cum again. 

"Too much, huh, puppy? Cum all you want to, pretty girl, but you're not done until I say so," he spoke between grunts.

At this point, what the fuck were words? You didn't know any. Your moans were broken, connected, and your mouth was dry from breathing in cool air. Your legs trembled beneath you, shaking from overwhelming pleasure. 

You came undone, again and again. Wetness seeped on the floors, from your cum and squirt. All it did was motivate him to go harder, the sounds of skin slapping against each other bounced off the walls. With each thrust, the scent of gunpowder and his musky cologne filled your nostrils, somehow causing you more pleasure. 

You didn't want him to be done, but you didn't know how much more you could take as it was too much. Your legs kicked from behind him as he rutted slow, deep thrusts that drove you wild, really pushing past your breaking point. 

"Is it too much, my puppy? Fuck, I'm close, luv. Keep taking it."

As your eyes rolled into the back of your head, more white heat licked your spine, you were due to orgasm again. You knew this time would be the end of you, you felt your consciousness slipping. 

Stilling himself inside you as your pussy gripped his cock like a well-fitted sleeve, you both came in unison with high-pitched moans, almost shrieking. Your pussy hurt, but the pain was pleasure when it came to Simon. 

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You fell into a fucked-out slumber, and he took care of you while you were asleep. He took the butt plug out, and redressed you into something comfier, and wiped you down with a hot rag. He laid with you against his chest in bed, watching how peaceful you looked wrapped up into his arms. It was definitely the best birthday he's ever had, and he wouldn't have had it any other way. 

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A/N - Ta-da! Hope you enjoy. Was in a moody mood for pet play with Ghost. Just imagine having your own little dog bed by the side of his, or a cage with fairy lights and stuffies 🥺anywayyyy ta-ta for now! 

[raccoonfallsharder]

The Very Boring Adventures of

Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl ✩°｡⋆

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩ Installment One (excerpt & rating key behind the cut)

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 5/5 visits | complete | word count: 37,783.

In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it

reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. excerpt below the cut.

Chapter One (The First Visit). rocket evades SHIELD by hiding in your purse. ✩ Chapter Two (The Second Visit). you and rocket eat omelettes in your underwear. ✩ Chapter Three (The Third Visit). rocket finds you naked & takes care of your cat. ✩ Chapter Four (The Fourth Visit). rocket teaches you about his tail. ❤︎‬❤︎ Chapter Five (The Fifth Visit). rocket stops by for a visit. ❤︎‬❤︎

WARNINGS: feelings & domestica. smut commences in the fourth visit. dirty talk, praise, use of "slut"/"whore" (affectionate), a little bit of oral.

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That’s when you hear the screech from the hallway.

“Oh! Call Animal Control! Oh! It has rabies!”

“It is even still alive?”

“I heard it growl!”

Later, you won’t be able to say how you know.  There have been countless chaotic squirrels in the building before, and the occasional massive rat off the streets, though you suspect they all have much better reasons to be afraid of humans than vice versa. 

But you do know. Maybe it’s Mr Hobbes’ weird behavior or maybe it’s something more cosmic than that, but you know, and you grab your key off the hook and step into the corridor, still in just your bikini-briefs and a sweatshirt that almost goes to your knees.

Your gaze finds him unerringly: passed out, possibly injured, wedged in the doorway at the top of the stairwell with the heavy fire-door propped open on his ribs. 

“Uhhh,” you interrupt, pushing past your neighbors. “Sorry. Sorry. He’s my - “ you pause, thoughts colliding with each other “ - my friend.”

“Your friend?” says Josh From Down the Hall. He’s been bugging you to go out to dinner and drinks for months. “What is he, some kind of miniature furry?”

You roll your eyes and pull open the door, propping it with a hip while you try to hoist Rocket into your arms. Unfortunately, he weighs even more now - probably due to the heavy artillery on his back and at his hips, all of which makes him very awkward to carry. Geezus, one of these guns alone has to be at least as much as his body weight.  “He’s not a - “

“He must be your new cat,” says Brenda From Next Door, her voice a little doubtful. Brenda is harmless enough, though she can be annoying. “I hear millennials like to talk about their pets like they’re actual people.”

There’s way too much to unpack there and fuck. He weighs a ton. Your arms are shaking as you stagger past them. “He’s not - “

“He’s not a cat, Brenda,” Josh says rudely. “Didn’t you hear her? He’s her shrimpy, perverted boyfriend. Wasted in the friggin’ stairwell.”

You sigh. “Josh, this is why no-one wants to date you.” 

“You fuckin’ bitch - “

“Brenda, can you help me with the door?”

The older woman rushes to turn your doorknob and pushes it open for you, while also trying to stay as far away as she can from the Space Pilot in your arms. 

“Did something happen to Mr Hobbes then, dear? Is that why you got a new cat?”

Geezus. No wonder Rocket had been so exhausted of hearing people’s bullshit last time. It’s been five minutes and you’d cheerfully throttle both your neighbors. And you like to think you like people.

“Nope. He’s still alive and kickin’. Thanks, Brenda.”

You lean against the door when it closes behind you, shuffling the weight in your arms so you can slide the deadbolt and chain lock. By the time you get Rocket to the bedroom, you’re panting. Maybe the loveseat would have been the closer, better option, but you’re pretty scared you’re going to need to be able to access him from all sides. 

You rest him on the bed. Mr Hobbes is pacing in the doorway while you wipe the sweat from your brow and then tie up your hair with the elastic around your wrist. The cat meows pitifully.

“He’s gonna be okay, Hobbsie,” you mumble, looking down at your prodigal houseguest. He’s wearing some sort of jumpsuit with blood splashing up one side, but it’s hard to discern much thanks to the plethora of firearms he’s sporting. Carefully, you pick over the range of buckles and snaps and magnets holding his holsters in place. Some just look like grips, but have the weight of something much larger. You don’t know the first thing about guns, really, but you have a feeling that most of Rocket's don’t exactly have a safety.

Cautiously, you undo what you can, lifting each weapon with slow deliberation, keeping every barrel pointed away from you, from your wounded guest, and from Mr Hobbes. Probably these things can blow through sheetrock even better than regular bullets, so you lay them on the floor by the exterior wall, lined up neatly with the barrels pointed toward the brick.  

Then you’re unstrapping the harnesses, holsters, and straps of his jumpsuit. It’s been burnt in some places, torn and bloodied.

“Sorry, Space Pilot,” you say under your breath. “When you wake up, just remember that it’s not the first time I’ve seen you in your underwear.” 

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some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

[dabislilbaby]

For Your Eyes Only

Dabi X f!Reader

A/N: Alright, i know It's very late in the day. I meant to post it this morning but i fell asleep before i finished it last night and my little adhd brain kept getting distracted while working on it today.😭 But anyways, I hope you guys enjoy my nasty birthday smut for my baby boy<3

Warnings⚠️: 18+, smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving), throat fucking, creampie, praise kink, use of restraints, use of a vibrator, pantie sniffing, choking, hair pulling, very slight anal fingering, spit kink, dacryphilia, slight ownership kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, heavy Dom/sub and a pussy whipped dabi <3

Word Count: 3k

@haru-x-ren @electricnovaa @juslili @malewifetouya

Dabi did not like celebrating his birthday. It took you months of bagering and begging just to get him to tell you the day. "Why should I be excited about being one year closer to death?" He'd say, giving you every excuse in the book as to why you should just let it go.

"C'mon Dabs! Just tell me when your birthday is!" He gave an aggravated growl. "I don't understand why you care so much." He looked over to you, glaring before he saw the puppy dog eyes you gave him. He rolled his eyes, tongue in cheek. "Ugh fine! If I tell you will you shut the fuck up about it?" You nodded, smiling excitedly. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose at how much you annoyed him. "January 18th." He spoke. Your eyes lit up. "That's next week!"

"Don't you dare go getting any fuckin' ideas, got it?"

"But-"

"But nothing, I don't want you to make a big deal out of my birthday." You pouted, shifting your gaze to the floor. His expression softened. "Listen y/n..." He started, speaking low as he lifted your chin to look at him. "I get you wanna do something for me, I know how you are." He gave a soft smile, thinking about all the things you've done to 'emotionally take care of him' as you liked to put it. "I've just got a lot of not-so-fun memories when it comes to my birthday. So I'd rather just treat it like any other day." He paused, searching for a response but you still pouted. He lifted your chin to make you look at him. "Please, baby?" He mocked your pouting in an attempt to get you to crack. You nodded. "Okay, I guess I won't plan you an extra-special birthday extravaganza surprise party." You joked, bringing a laugh out of him. "God, that sounds like an absolute nightmare." You laughed too as he pulled you into a hug. "Oh, and don't mention anything to the rest of the league okay? They don't know my birthday either, and I'd like to keep it that way." You nuzzled your head against his shoulder. "Okay, it'll stay between us."

You did do as he asked and kept this new found information to yourself. And you would keep it low-key on his birthday, nothing too extreme. However you definitely didn't plan on doing absolutely nothing.

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Dabi and Toga had just come back from a short little mission. Nothing too flashy, just scouting some possible places for the next attack. Most days when he'd come back to the hideout, you'd be on the couch in the common area, or maybe working on something with Giri behind the counter...but not today.

As the two entered the room, Toga noticed a small black box sitting on the bar counter. She went to look at it and saw a little note card. It had Dabi's name on it with a little heart drawn over the i. "Dabi?"

"Whatd'ya want, brat?" He answered from across the room. "There's a box for you on the counter, I think it's from y/n 'cause theres a heart on it." Dabi froze for a moment. 'Goddammit, I told her not to do anything for my birthday.' He thought to himself. He turned and met Toga at the bar counter. "Gimme that!" He snatched the note card from her hands. "Dabi (for your eyes only<3)" Yep. That was definitely your handwriting. He glanced over to the blonde, who still stood there, peering over his shoulder out of curiosity. "What are you still doing here? go play with dolls or somethin'." Toga grunted. "I don't play with dolls! I'm not a kid!"

"Yes you are, now get out of here and mind your business." He retorted. Toga huffed, irritated as she stomped out of the room. He ran a hand thru his inky black hair as he flipped the note card over, reading what was written on the back. "Do whatever you want with me, I am yours. Happy Birthday." He was unsure at first what that meant. At least until he opened the box.

He lifted the top to find a bundle of black fabric. When he grabbed it, pulling it up, he recognized the familiar lace pattern of your panties. He gulped, pulling the fabric close to his nose. He closed his eyes and breathed in your scent. He was practically salivating as he pulled them away, dick already straining in his tight pants. He saw that there was something else in the box. He reached in and pulled out a tiny purple remote. 'What the hell is this for?' He thought.

He turned it, trying to see if he could find a name or logo, but it was blank. All he could see was a power button, and a plus and minus symbol on a small gliding bar. He pressed the on button, and suddenly there was a sharp whine from the room over.

Just then, spinner came around the corner of the bar. "What's that?" The voice broke Dabi from his trance and he quickly shoved your panties back in the box. "What? uh- nothing. Just a gift from y/n."

"What's the occasion?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." He snapped. Iguchi put his hands up defensively as he walked away. "Okay dude, forget I asked." As soon as spinner was out of the room, he took your panties back out of the box and smelled them one more time. He felt the throb below his belt as he heard another whine. It was definitely coming from his room.

He walked up to the door and turned the knob. As soon as it was cracked open, he heard the buzzing of a vibrator. He opened it further and saw you laying on his bed. You were on your stomach, wrists tied behind your back with one of his belts and a blue bow stuck to your lower back. Your pussy was on display for him, dripping and a small purple bullet vibrator in you with the tail sticking out. His jaw dropped at the sight.

He quickly entered the room all the way and shut the door behind him. "Are you just gonna stand there and stare? Or are you gonna come open your present?" You giggled and then let out another small whine from the vibration against your walls. His shock finally calmed down enough and he was back to his cocky self. He held up your panties in his hand and took a step towards you. "I thought I told you to ignore my birthday, Doll?" You smiled. "C'mon baby, you know me better than that." You pushed up on your knees slightly and arched your back, giving him a better view of the mess between your legs. His dick throbbed painfully in his tight pants from your seductive voice and your display. He sucked his teeth. "You never listen, do you? Such a little fuckin brat." He said as his hand came down hard on your ass, grabbing the doughy skin firmly in his palm. He took his other hand and peeled the bow from your skin, discarding it somewhere in the room.

"I hope you know that I'm gonna abuse the fuck out of this thing." He slid the glide bar on the remote up and the vibration in your core increased. You whined again and your hips moved involuntarily, chasing the feeling. You heard him kick off his shoes next to the bed and then felt him grab a hand full of your hair and pull you to sit up. He got close to your ear. "Everytime we leave the hideout, you'll have this in you." He whispered, fingers gently trailing up your arm. "And you'll be at my mercy whenever I feel like it, do you understand?" Your face grew hot and you nodded. "Use your words, sweetheart. Tell me you understand."

"Yes sir, I understand." He smirked. "Good girl." He kissed your neck softly. "Only time I can ever get you to listen." He chuckled before grabbing onto your chin and turning your head. His lips crashed on yours instantly and his hand came to your throat. He squeezed the sides gently and pushed his tongue past your lips, entangling it with yours. You could taste the faint remnant of the cherry soda he drank on his way back.

He pulled his lips from yours and pulled your head back a little more. "Open." He commanded, and you did as you were told. He dropped a glob of spit out of his mouth and watched with lust blown eyes as it slid down your tongue. "Now swallow it." He spoke, a little quieter this time and you again followed his orders. He tapped your cheek. "So obedient when you wanna be."

"Yeah yeah, just get naked already."

"Aren't I supposed to be in charge here?" He teased as he pulled his shirt over his head and threw it on the floor. Your eyes grazed over the dark purple scars that covered his abdomen as he reached for the button of his pants. When they dropped to the floor, your attention was immediately drawn to the thick outline in his blue boxers. He hooked his thumbs into the waist banned and pulled them down slowly just to taunt you.

His erection smacked against his stomach and he grabbed you by the throat once more. He bent down and kissed you again, rough and hungry before he took a fist full of your hair. With an open mouth, you were forced around his length. He went slow at first, gentle thrusts as you swirled your tongue around him. He let out small little moans whenever you grazed over his tip. "Pinch your thumb." He instructed, and you knew exactly what he was about to do. As soon as you did, his grip on your hair tightened and he started throat fucking you. You whimpered as his head hit the back of your throat with every thrust. You kept your tongue on the underside of his shaft as he continued to abuse your mouth. "Fuck you always take me so well, Doll." Tears welled in your eyes while you choked on him again and again. He pulled out to let you breath, drool running down his shaft while you gasped for air. He gave you just a few seconds while he wiped your pretty tears before he shoved himself back down your throat. He turned up the vibrator again and watched you squirm and whimper, mouth still stuffed. "You like getting throat fucked, don't you pretty girl?" He cooed.

You did your best to moan an "mhm" while you gagged around his length. He tilted his head back towards the ceiling and groaned. "Fuck that feels good." More tears stained your cheeks and his hips stuttered. You felt him twitch in your mouth and it wasn't long before you felt hot spurts of cum slide down the back of your throat.

He slowly pulled out of your mouth, sensitive but still very hard. You finally let go of your thumb and he kissed you again, holding your bottom lip between his teeth and pulling gently.

"Bend over for me, Doll." He ordered, letting go of your hair as he sat on his knees behind you. You leaned forward and let your face be buried in his pillow. He parted your legs with his knee and gently grazed his fingers over your slit. Even the smallest touch was enough to make you clench around your vibrator, needy from the lack of attention. He rubbed small circles over your clit while he pushed the little bullet into you further with his thumb. You moaned and whimpered, writhing underneath his touch. He pushed it in until only the tip of the tail was exposed, making it vibrate at your cervix. He watched your opening continuously clench from the stimulation, dripping with slick and he wanted a taste.

He leaned down and ran a flat tongue over your little bundle of nerves, bringing a particularly high pitched whine from your lips. He slid his tongue thru your folds and into your hole. He grabbed onto the tail of the vibrator with his teeth, pulling it out slightly and pushing it back in a few times. He stuck his tongue back in and you tightened around it, relishing in this new sensation your body wasn't used to. He lapped at your clit again with small, fast movements. Given the time you'd spent laying here with the constant stimulation of the bullet vibrator, you were quick to reach a climax and cum all over his tongue. You squeezed your thighs shut in an attempt to push his face away but he quickly pushed them open. "Nuh-uh. You said i could do whatever I wanted with you, don't back out now sweetheart." His tongue was back on you in seconds, Abusing your over-sensitive bud as he drowned himself in you.

After You'd been over-stimulated by another 2 orgasms, he finally decided to give your clit a rest. He sat up and massaged your lower back comfortingly, then grabbed onto the tail of the vibrator and slowly pulled it out of you with a pop. "Your doing so good for me baby." He praised, gently squeezing onto the doughy skin around your hips. He stuck out his tongue and put the purple bullet in his mouth, suking on it to get one last taste of you before throwing it somewhere on the bed.

He hooked his fingers into the leather belt that was wrapped around your wrists and started to loosen your restraints. Once the belt was gone he pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest. He kissed your neck while he massaged the skin on your wrists with his thumbs. "You okay, Doll?" He asked with a soft voice next to your ear as he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed right below your ear. You gave a small nod and laid your hands over top of his. "Good, 'cause I'm not done with you just yet." He let go of you and pushed you forward, back into the position you were just in. You gasped at the sudden action.

He positioned himself at your entrance and, as if you weren't already wet enough, let a large glob of spit fall from his lips and run down your folds. He rolled his hips into you slowly, holding onto your hips to steady himself. He slid his hand up to the middle of your back and pushed slightly to deepen your arch. Even after all that work, you still squeezed him so tight. You could feel every vein that bulged from his length as he started a relaxed pace, giving you time to adjust and get comfortable.

As he continued languidly dragging his tip against your walls, he took two handfuls of each cheek and spread them. Another glob of spit fell and landed right on your tight hole. He took his thumb and dragged it across the entrance, all while lazily thrusting his hips into you. "Dabi~" You whined, slight concern in your voice. "Shh baby it's okay, i'll be gentle." He purred, massaging the opening a little more. "Now be good and take what I give you." And just then you felt his thumb breach your hole and stretch it open. You cried out and gripped onto the sheets next to your head. His pace quickened as he slowly pushed his thumb in and out of you. You moaned and pushed yourself back on him. "Thaaat's it. Such a good girl for me." Suddenly his thrusts became erratic, deep and hungry and all you could do cry and moan into his pillow. You felt it every time his tip hit your cervix, one after the other until he was essentially abusing your insides. Every few seconds you would feel a twitch or a throb, and his hips would stutter a bit as a result. With his free hand, he once again grabbed you by the hair and yanked you backwards while he pounded into you relentlessly. "Your mine, ngh~ do you understand? Nobody else's." He growled. You nodded your head as much as you could as you choked out a sob. He got closer to your ear. "Let me hear you say it, Doll. Tell me your mine." His tone was dark and demanding, and you tightened around his length.

"I- ngh fuck I'm all yours Dabi!" Your legs started to quiver as you reached your 4th orgasm. Your walls fluttered around him and it sent him flying over the edge. He bit down of the soft skin of your shoulder and let out a strangled groan as he felt his cord snap, emptying himself inside of you and painting your insides white. With one last hard thrust, he stilled inside of you. You felt him soften as he slowly pulled out, letting your mixture of cum drip down your thighs. He collapsed onto the bed next to you, and grabbed your waist to pull you with him. His chest was flush against your back as he buried his head in your neck.

It was quiet for a few moments while you both caught your breath. "Thank you." He whispered, his hold on you tightening a bit. "For what baby?" You questioned, running your fingers along the arm he had wrapped around you. He paused and let out a deep breath before answering. "For caring." You smiled, though he couldn't see it. "I guess my birthday isn't so bad with you around." He kissed the back of your shoulder softly and nuzzled his face into your hair.

It'd take some work, but one day you'll get him to see himself the way that you do.

[webdollzz]

hiiiii i love your blog so much😭😭😭💕💕💕 I absolutely love this mechanic of sending requests🤭🤭

🌶 ex!hobie like an enemies to lover to enemies to lovers again omg does that make sense?😭

anyways have a gorgeous day/night <33 love u!💋

a/n finally starting this. I hope I do it justice for you, doll! I tried my best. I luv this idea sm! I fr and lowk did the plot of 10 things I hate ab you...

warnings: praise, small degrading? mocking, p n v, slightly cunty hobie ngl, fem!reader, manhandling, slight dumbification? tad bit angsty, language obvi, angry/make-up sex

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you and hobie had a very difficult relationship. you hated each other all through secondary school, despised each other when you chose the same college, but by second year, you guys were dating. And in love. Or, so you thought. You had been dating each other for a little over eight months, and it was great. until you overheard his mates talking amongst themselves in the halls a few weeks ago.

"ya' owe Spike £50! he made 'er fall in love."

"But i' lasted more than a month! Tha' means I get £70." and other chatter, but by then your ears were ringing so loud you couldn't hear them.

you've never felt your heart drop deeper than that. since then, you had been avoiding Hobie like the damn plague. Every text, call, ignoring him in the halls, lessons. He didn't exist to you no more. you should've known, really. it was hobie. he didn't care about others' feelings. you thought he was in love with you...even though he never said those words, you thought the way he looked at you..spoke to you..touched you, held all his feelings. Guess you were fucking wrong.

you were walking home from college, your heart still heavy weeks later. you felt betrayed. but who were you to think Hobie could be a genuine, nice, committed person?

he's the same guy who threw a dictionary at your head in year 10.

you got dragged out your thoughts by someone following behind you, and you immediately recognised the thumping boots on the pavement.

"Oi! Wai' up." Hobie barked, his lanky stature making him next to you in no time. "The fuck is going on wit' you? Ya've been ignoring me fo' weeks!" He said, his hands shoved into his pockets.

"You noticed? Colour me surprised." You scoffed, not even looking at him, despite feeling his eyes bore into you. his face scrunched, eyes narrowing.

"A'ight, the fuck 'as gotten you into such a foul mood?" He asked curtly. You ignored him, letting out an incredulous huff. He really doesn't know what he did? What a dick.

You walked up the steps of your house, hearing him quickly follow you as you unlocked the door. Nobody was home, that'd be good if you get into a screaming match with hobie. You left the door open for him, knowing he'd just let himself in either way.

"Ya gonna fuckin' speak to me, or what?" He scoffed, slamming the door shut with his foot before approaching you. You couldn't help yourself.

"How much money did you get?" you spun round, throwing your bag to the armchair, along with your keys as you stared at him. You saw his face twitch, anger leaving, confusion and...worry replacing it.

"Wha'? What're you talkin' 'bout?" He asked, brows pinching together. "How much money did you get when you bet that you could get me to date you?" You reiterated, extending it so his simple brain could click. You watch his face fall, and it almost made you laugh at his dumbfounded face.

"W-wait — baby, it's not wha' you think." He panicked, reaching out for you and winced when you slapped his hands away.

"Oh, fuck off with that. I don't wanna hear it. I was just a bet to you, all this time? Everything we ever did, every kiss, every touch, every fuck, every date — a lie." You rambled, your emotions getting the better of you, eyes filling with tears as you stared at him, gesturing wildly.

"Shh shh, ay — calm down -"

"Don't tell me to calm down!"

"Calm down then." You glared at him. "You're a fucking joke. I wish we never dated. It was all a fucking bet to you! I was just some extra cash!" You yelled.

"Not anymore." His voice raised above yours, startling you. He never shouts at you — not really. "The fuck is that supposed to mean? Not anymore?" You hissed, your brows furrowing together as your nose scrunched. "Just stop fuckin' talking! You're making no sense, Hobart, you're literally so fuckin' st—" you got rudely cut off by his lips smashing against yours, his hands on your cheeks.

You tried your hardest not to melt into him, the two sides of your head wrestling. You haven't felt his kisses in weeks, you missed them. but on the other hand, it's probably fake. that gave you enough courage to put your hands flat against his chest and shove him away, shaking your head as you wiped your lips, as if you were getting rid of his kiss.

"No, no! You don't get to kiss me and —..and think everything's okay! It's not! You're a selfish, self centered, rude, arrogant cunt. These last eight months were a waste of my time. I could've been fucking alot hotter in this time." Your words flew out your mouth before you even had time to truly consider them, but honestly? he deserved that. you watched him stare at you, his eyes darkening but his breathing surprisingly calm.

He moved towards you, you stepped back, he stepped forward, until your back hit the wall. his hand gripped your jaw, forcing your head up to him as you let out a quiet grunt.

"Tha' so? Jus' a big ol' waste of time for ya?" He asked lowly, tilting his head at you as his stature blocked out anything else.

"Was just a bet to you," you shrugged. "so, why you throwin' a fit?" you watch him run his tongue along the inside of his cheek, glancing off briefly before his eyes dragged back to you.

"Lemme tell you sum, doll. You're real fuckin' stupid." his lips crashed back against yours in an aggressive, but needy kiss. His hand on your jaw drifted through your hair to the back of your head, forcing you close to him. you kiss back absentmindedly, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders, balling his shirt in your hand and yanking him flush against you, making him groan.

His free hand trailed down, fumbling with your jean button and pulling them down to your mid thigh before he pulled away from the kiss. He gripped your hair, not tightly, but enough to maneuver you to the sofa, bending you over the arm rest. you gasp, your hands bracing yourself and attempting to push yourself off the armrest, only to be pushed back down by Hobie's large, calloused hand between your shoulder blades.

"Stay down. Lemme do my shit." He huffed, sounding fed up as he practically ripped off your panties. you shivered at the cool air, feeling his hands pull down the rest of your jeans, spreading your legs.

"Ya' could've fucked hotter, y'say? Can hotter make you cum fifteen times in one night?" He scoffed, grabbing a handful of your ass, making you huff.

"Oh, fuck off with that already. It happened one time!" you tilted your head back at him, watching him fumble with his belt, dipping his hand into his briefs.

"Don' look at me like tha'. Might jus' hit tha' score again." his breath hitched as he swiped his tip through your folds, making your eyes flutter shut. Three weeks and no sex, and definitely not in the mood to touch yourself, it's safe to say you're pretty pent up.

"Please," you whisper, feeling his tip repeatedly hit your clit, making you jolt or twitch each time.

"Please, wha'? Please forgive me for bein' a miscommunicating bitch? Please forgive me for not talking to you? Please fuck me?" He mocked, watching as you glare at him and grind your teeth.

"The last one." You hissed. You had no reason to apologise! who the fuck did he think he is?

"Ah, righ'. The impor'an' one." He lined himself up with your entrance, tucking his pierced bottom lip in his teeth, sinking into you with a throaty groan from himself and a whimper from you.

"Fuck. I fuckin' missed you. You n this pussy s'bad." He drawled, already pussy drunk. You clawed at the sofa, feeling his hand force your back to arch as he set a steady pace, watching him disappear inside you, the view hypnotising.

"Oh, fuck. Hobie — Hobie!" you squealed, hands fumbling to grip onto something - settling on a nearby cushion. The armrest of the sofa was right at your lower abdomen, pushing on the bulge of him, heightening the pleasure. He speeds up, a bruising grip on your hips, huffy growls spilling his mouth as he watched how your ass jiggled everytime his hips snapped against yours.

"Yeahh, tha's wha' I thought. Ya' jus' needed to get dumb on my dick again, didncha?" He mockingly cooed, slapping your ass.

"Sh-shut the fuck up n jus' fuck me." You scoffed, leaning back to hold his arm, purposefully digging your nails into his forearm alot harder than needed. He grabbed your arm, pinning it to your back.

"Oh? Still talkin' tha' talk, eh?" he smirked, making his strokes slower but harder and deeper, watching how your eyes flutter before rolling to the back of your head. he grinned.

"oh shiit. feels s'good - fuck." you whined, burying your face into the sofa. he hummed, running his hands over your waist.

"Yeah, I know. I fuck ya' dumb, don' I?" He rhetorically asked, not expecting much of an answer as his thrusts finally sped back up, hitting that sweet spot inside of you, making your legs shake. "Hobie - shit. can I come? please?" You whined, pushing your hips to meet his with a loud gasp. Fuck, your head was spinning. You swear you could see white spots in your closed eyes.

"C'mon. Be a good girl, y'got it. Tha'sss it. Fuck, yeah, cum all over this dick, sweetheart." He coaxed you through your well pent up orgasm, your loud moans bouncing off the walls.

"Fuck, look at her. Always coverin' me in her mess." He hummed, pulling out of you and watching your release drip down. He softly grabbed you, sliding you up the sofa so you were now sat on his lap, too dazed to even feel his still hard cock resting just below your wet, throbbing cunt. You were panting, unfocused until you felt his finger tap your cheek.

"Cmon. I gotta talk t'ya'." He murmured, his other hand rubbing your back. "M'listening." He sucked in a harsh breath.

"Yes, you started as a bet," He began, feeling your body tense. "But, but. You're not anymore. It was selfish, yes, i know. And I regre' i' everyday, n' 'specially not tellin' you 'bout it. I fell in love with you. I am in love with you. Which is why 'it went on for so long'. It got real. m' infatuated wit' ya, my luv." He explained, his perfect face scrunched up as he thought carefully. you could cry. he just fucked your brains out, now he's giving you a love confession.

"I love you, sweetheart." He added in a soft whisper, glancing down at you. You guys hadn't said i love you yet. But he just did. After fucking your brains out. Romantic. You leant up, sniffling softly as you placed a quick kiss to his lips."You promise?"

"I pinky fuckin' swear it. cross my heart, hope to die." He kissed you lovingly, his hand on your cheek as he did so, the other hand trailing up your thigh, his thumb just brushing over your sensitive clit. you broke the kiss, gasping softly.

"what're you doin'?" you asked, feeling him rub small circles onto your clit, making your hands grip his shoulders.

"we got fourteen more ta go, baby."

© WEBDOLLZZ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒.

[touyasdoll]

Day 26 Bonus: Stuckage

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 2.2k

warnings: stuckage kink, reader gets stuck in a window & it has nothing to do with weight or size or whatever and everything to do with Kats being unable to help himself when you find yourself trapped, praise kink, mild degradation, light teasing, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism sorta, daddy kink, nicknames used: princess, baby, & sweetheart, uhh if I missed any lemme know politely pls <3

notes: so..yeah. here’s another Kinktober post. even though it’s August lmao. maybe I’ll finish these by November ajdhdhs I’m sorry. these are all literally sitting in my drafts fully formatted, so I'm not changing them 😂

“Hey, babe?” You call in your sweetest voice to Katsuki, who is not-so-patiently waiting for you to retrieve the set of keys that you were so sure were right here in your bag.

“Yes, baby?” His tone borders on mocking as he stands there with his arms crossed, leaning against the car that he was hoping would’ve been open by now.

“What would you say if—hypothetically—the keys weren’t in my bag aaand I already locked the door on the way outta the house?”

“I would say that’d probably make you look like a pretty big asshole, considering that you swore they were in your bag. Hypothetically,” he adds with a shrug. 

“Yeah..s’pose it would, huh?” You frown and stick your bottom lip out in a pout to answer the heavy sigh that falls from your lover’s lips. 

“You’re not allowed to be in charge of the keys anymore,” he grumbles while strolling back over towards the door to lift up the plant where your spare key should be, but it isn’t there. 

“We, uh..took that in to make an extra copy to give to your parents,” you gently remind him, physically feeling the frustration radiating off of Katsuki. 

He closes his eyes and splays his hand over his face to pinch his temples, dragging his digits together as he rubs them over his eyes. 

“And both of those keys are still sitting on my fuckin’ desk where I left ‘em.” He heaves a sigh and looks at you, shrugging against as his hands settle on his hips. “Whaddya wanna do? Should we call a locksmith?”

“Is this all it takes to put you in full blown dad mode?” You giggle, unable to help yourself as you take in his stance and all too serious demeanor, not that your boyfriend was much of the carefree type anyway. He narrows his eyes, rolling them while his mouth moves in a mocking gesture. 

“It’s daddy to you, princess,” he teases, not-so-lightly swatting your behind and making you yelp as he strolls past you and starts walking around to the side of the house. 

“Hey, wait! Where ya goin’?” You call after him as you scurry along. 

“M’gonna check the back door. Maybe we left it open,” he explains with a shrug. It was doubtful, but worth a shot. 

“Fuck,” he curses, trying the obviously locked back door one more time like it might make a difference. It doesn’t. He tousles his hair and goes to head back to the front of the house. “Locksmith it is, I guess.”

“Wait!” You bounce a little on your feet and he turns around to hear your bright idea. “What about a window? I bet the one in the kitchen is still unlocked. I can climb through it.”

“That could work.” He nods and pivots to head further into the backyard, making his way over to the aforementioned window with you on his heels. 

He grabs the bottom and lifts up and, much to his relief, you were right about it being unlocked. He pushes the window up plenty high enough for you to crawl through and onto the counter that sits below it inside. 

“Alright, c’mere, baby.” He curls his fingers, gesturing for you to come closer before he bends his knee and taps the outside of his thigh. “Grab the sill and step on my leg. I’ll help boost you up.”

You nod and step in front of the window, placing both hands on the windowsill and putting your foot up on his knee to help propel yourself up and through the window. Everything’s going according to plan. Until you lose your footing on his leg trying to give yourself enough of a push to crawl through. That awful feeling of falling washes over you for half a second before his strong hands find your hips, keeping you from falling backwards onto your ass when your feet touch the ground again. 

“Motherfucker,” you sigh, closing your eyes as you take a moment and a breath to collect yourself. “Okay, let—ahh!” 

You’re cut off by the sound of the window closing. Again, thanks to his heroic reflexes and reaction time, you’re spared from injury as he catches the window before it hits you. You breathe a massive sigh of relief, practically wilting in the window, which now you can no longer simply slip back out of. 

“Babe, can you lift it back up, please?” 

“I’m trying,” he mutters. 

“What?”

“I said I’m trying,” he repeats, sounding frustrated, though you know it isn’t aimed at you. It’s aimed at the window that suddenly won’t budge an inch. “Damn thing’s fuckin’ jammed,” he gripes, heaving a sigh before his hands are on you, soothingly rubbing your back. “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you reassure him. “I’m fine I just,” you sigh. “Don’t know what to do now. Who the hell do we call for this? I’m not letting the fire department find me this way,” you state as you shake your head and briefly imagine what an interesting interaction that might make for. 

“I’m not either,” he scoffs, his eyes being drawn to your backside, which he had to admit looked especially great with you in this position. 

“Try opening it again. Maybe you loosened it,” you suggest, turning your head to try and look over your shoulder at him, but the angle is rather awkward with how you’re trapped. 

He tilts his head thoughtfully. It couldn’t hurt to try, but it certainly felt pretty well stuck. He leans over you and places his hands beneath the window again, trying in vain to lift it while his crotch presses right up against your backside.

“Are you really getting hard right now?” You can’t help but giggle, wiggling your ass against the bulge that you can feel growing in his pants. 

“You’re bent over in front of me,” he mutters, grunting as he attempts again to shove the window upwards. “And looking pretty vulnerable, I might point out,” he adds with a smirk as he relents his attempts and instead runs his hands along your sides. “How the fuck am I not s’posed to be hard right now?”

His hands seize your hips, bringing you flush against him while he grinds his hips forward, You close your eyes and let out a quiet groan, feeling a pulse between your thighs.

“You wouldn’t take advantage of me in a position like this, would you?” You ask in a sultry tone, no doubt implying that you sincerely hoped that he just might. 

“I wouldn’t say that, princess. You know how much I like seizing opportunities and this one seems too good to pass up.”

“Katsuki,” you whine his name, knowing full well that it makes all the blood in his body redirect to his dick. 

“Fuck, baby,” he gruffs, already feeling his breathing shallow from the pure sense of need that you can still feel pressing into your backside. “You want it that bad, huh? Want me to take you just like this, where any of our nosy fuckin’ neighbors could peek over and see me drillin’ ya?”

“Yes, baby. Don’t just want it. I need it, daddy. Please,” you insist, writhing as much as you can in your compromised position. 

“Shit,” he huffs the curse as he bunches your dress up over your hips, only pulling his hips away from your to appreciate the view. 

He hooks a finger underneath the waistband of your panties and tugs, letting it snap back against your skin while his other palm takes a greedy handful of your ass. 

“Still can’t fuckin’ believe someone as hot as you puts up with me,” he snorts, delivering a swift smack to your cheek before he soothes the ache with his palm. 

“I could say the same,” you reply, shaking your ass and grinning when you hear him groan at the sight, but you’re growing impatient, so you poke at him a little. “Have you even got your dick out yet? I want you so bad, baby..”

“Patience, princess. M’gonna take care of ya. Lemme just look at’cha for a second, yeah?” Both of his hands grope your behind before he hooks his fingers into the crotch of your panties and pulls them aside. “Wanna appreciate all this before I ruin ya.”

His thumb parts your folds and you shiver, juices gushing onto his digit as he snickers. 

“That worked up already, huh? Guess ya really do need me.”

You don’t need to see him to know he’s wearing his signature smug grin. His thumb finds your clit and he begins drawing it in slow circles, making you clutch to the wall inside the house. 

“I do, I do. Please, daddy,” you whine, rocking your hips to chase the friction he offers you. 

It’s gone a second later, but you hear the jingle of his belt coming undone and clench in anticipation while he frees his leaking cock. 

“All this beggin’ sounds real good, baby. Gimme a little more and then you can have this,” he promises, letting you feel his rock hard erection as the head teases through your lips. 

“Please,” you blurt the plea out, instantly complying in order to get what you need. What you crave. “I’ll do anything, baby. Want you inside me. Need you to fuck me. Want you to ruin me, daddy. Take this pussy. S’all yours. Always all yours.”

“Such an overachiever. S’what I love about you, princess,” he chuckles, giving you no notice before he lines up and bottoms out in a single thrust, stuffing you full with his impressive length. 

“Fuck!” 

You claw at the drywall beneath your fingers, pressing your hands to the surface to hang on as he begins to thrust, showing little mercy to your drooling cunt. 

“Goddamn you feel good. You’re really into this, aren’tcha? Like being stuck and lettin’ me use your pussy like I wanna?”

“Y-yeah. Oh fuck, yeah, daddy. U-use me. Oh my God, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

You’re babbling now, too far gone already with the way his cock moves inside you, deliciously dragging along your walls as the tip finds that special, velvety spot inside you and starts knocking into it over and over and over again. 

“M’not gonna stop, sweetheart. Not ‘til you’re creamin’ on my cock. You ain’t gonna last long, are ya? Fuckin’ squeezing me so tight already. Shit.”

“Mm-mm. N-no. Feels too—haa—s’too good, baby.”

And he’s right, of course. That white hot heat burns in your belly, searing you from the inside out as it builds and spreads, spiraling out of control as he continues to snap his hips, offering you no mercy now as you rocket towards your orgasm. 

It hits you like a freight train, making you scream as you slump over the sill of the window, simply trying to hang onto the structure as your cries echo around the empty kitchen. You don’t even notice the way that the window seems heavier on your spine now. 

“Good girl,” he grunts, breathing labored from his efforts as he keeps it up, sprinting towards his own undoing. “So fuckin’ good. Pussy’s too fuckin’ good, baby.”

He doesn’t even falter when he finds his release. If anything, he moves faster, willfully pummeling your poor, abused cunt as he fills you to the brim until the mixture of your essences begin to seep out as your own name falls from his lips, ringing in your ears through the haze you find yourself floating through. He looks down, entranced by the vision of his cum being pulled from and pushed inside of your again and again.

“Fuck,” he pants, sweat dripping from his brow and landing on your exposed lower back. He watches the bead trail along your heated skin to mingle with the rest of the fluids joined between your bodies. 

A whimper is all that you can manage as he withdraws himself and leans over you, a decisively more gentle touch skimming along your sides before he begins rubbing your back and feathering kisses along your spine. 

“You okay, baby?” His tone is as soft as his touch as he restores your modesty, dipping down to return your panties to their rightful place before he reaches for the hem your dress and pulls it back down. 

“Mhm,’ you hum, blissfully content as you continue coming down from your soaring high. 

“Good.” He continues rubbing your back, working up to your shoulders when his hand nudges the window and he realizes that it’s finally budged. “Well, shit,” he chuckles, reaching over you to lift the window up, freeing you from your entrapment. 

“Hmm?” You feel the pressure lift off of your back and step back from the window, shaking your head as a smile graces your features. “Well, I guess that works out.”

“Think you still have the strength to crawl through?” He grins, a little smug and a lot handsome as he pulls you into his arms, holding you close as he rubs your arm. 

“Gimme a minute.” You laugh quietly, closing your eyes as you wind your arms around his and rest your head upon his broad chest, nuzzling into the fabric of his shirt to inhale his cologne. 

“Take all the time you need, princess. I’m good right here,” he murmurs into your hair as he presses a kiss to the top of your head.

likes, comments, & reblogs especially are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading <3

[muertawrites]

*leans in close but not too close to make you uncomfortable and whispers* Eddie letting reader wear his battle vest during sex

Everyone always writes for the Hellfire shirt which like yea 10/10 babes but everyone is missing the most important article of clothing for a metal head such as our dear Eddie. Bonus points for perv!Eddie letting you try it on for funsies then things get WAY more fun from there

Warnings: my daddy kink continuing to rule my existence, tipsy reader, soft dom!eddie, light bondage, oral (m receiving), heavy praise, mechanic!eddie, eddie in a crop top, perv!eddie my precious babe

this is

this is depraved y'all i'll see y'all in hell ✌🏻

18+ minors here's my library card go check something out from the kids' section

Maybe you've had too much wine. But they shouldn't make it four percent alcohol by volume and so cheap and sweet and expect you not to drink the whole bottle. Either way, you've stripped down to nothing but a pair of lacy black panties, sprawled out on the bed waiting for Eddie to come home from his Saturday shift at the garage.

His battle vest is draped over your shoulders, hanging loose and only just covering your breasts. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you're tempted to pull out your dildo and give yourself a good fucking. You're way too hot, and way too drunk to keep your hands to yourself.

Just how Eddie likes you.

When you hear his van roll into the driveway, you spread yourself out, trying to look as much like one of the centerfolds in his porno mags as possible. Your heart does a little jolt when you hear his work boots stomping into the apartment, his keys clattering onto the counter.

"Queenie, I'm home!" he calls.

"In the bedroom, baby!"

Your voice is sultry. It immediately piques Eddie's interest, luring him back to you.

He stops dead in his tracks when he lays eyes on you. For his part, you can't get enough of your view, either.

He's changed out of his coveralls, but he's still covered in a day of grime. The cropped Megadeath tank top he wore to work gives a delicious view of his midriff, his shoulders looking extra broad, his boxers poking out from the waistband of his jeans.

For a moment, all you do is ogle each other. The tip of your finger finds its way into your mouth and you giggle, the seductive action making Eddie's cock twitch.

"Hi, daddy," you lilt.

He immediately tears his shirt over his head, making quick work of his jeans in its wake. You laugh as he leaps onto the mattress, causing you to bounce and fall into his arms.

"You're a fuckin' temptress, y'know that?" he pants. His lips latch onto yours, licking into your mouth in a sloppy, needy kiss. You bite down on his lip, causing him to breathe out a beautiful little moan.

"I haven't been bad, though," you coo, grinning impishly up at him. "I just missed you all day, daddy. I couldn't wait for you to come play..."

"Oh, you're fuckin' in for it, kitten," Eddie growls. His eyes have glazed over, hungry and feral. "Be a good girl for daddy and get your handcuffs."

You nod, giving his lips a playful lick as you hop off the mattress, retrieving his favorite toy from the wall beside the door. After handing them to him, you dutifully turn around, placing your hands behind your back so he can restrain you; as he does, you reach back and palm at his cock through his boxers, causing him to groan and bite at your neck.

"You wanna take daddy's cock in your mouth?" he asks, exhaling the words with a nibble on your earlobe.

You nod, and he gently lowers you to your knees, traipsing around you to pull the o ring gag from the top of your the dresser. You obediently open your mouth, allowing him to fix the gag between your teeth. His hands are careful, tender, paying close attention to make sure the strap isn't bound too tight and the ring isn't cutting in to your lips or palate. He bends down to kiss your forehead before pulling his cock out of his boxers.

"Did you treat yourself to some wine today?" he wonders, asking the question as casually as if you were seated around the kitchen table at dinner.

You nod, humming as he pushes his cock into your mouth.

"You get so naughty when you drink wine," he muses. He lets out a soft groan as he slowly starts to thrust between your lips, hand placed behind your head to guide you. "And you look so pretty in daddy's vest. Just begging for me to fuck you."

You flatten your tongue along his shaft, causing him to gasp out a moan of pleasured surprise and grip fiercely at your scalp. You look up at him through your lashes, unable to smirk but saying all you need in the eye contact you make with him. He pushes in deeper, the head of his cock kissing the back of your throat.

"That's my good girl," he praises. "Knowing just what daddy likes... I think you deserve- ah, fuck! ... ah, shit, baby, I think you deserve a little fun of your own."

Eddie slides from between your lips, smirking devilishly as he disappears behind you and shuffles about in the drawer of your nightstand. He returns a moment later with your remote controlled vibrator, kneeling down in front of you and kissing your cheek.

"I'm gonna make you cum, too," he promises.

He gently tugs down the waistband of your panties, slipping his index and ring fingers along the length of your petals.

"Ooh, yeah."

He grins when he feels you soaked, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.

"Nice and wet for daddy," he states, pleased. "I won't even need to use lube."

He gently spreads you open, slipping the shaft of the insertable vibrator inside you so the stimulating head rests firmly against your clit. He then taps the power button, sparking it on to the lowest setting and sending a shock wave through your legs. Your eyes flutter a bit, lost in the sweet sensation. He smiles, kissing the tip of your nose before standing again, guiding his cock back into your mouth.

"You know exactly what you do to me, don't you pretty girl?" Eddie says as he resumes his slow, teasing pace, running his shaft languidly over your tongue. "Know just how bad daddy craves you on his dick. And look at you... mmm, fuck, sweetheart, you're taking me so well... I think you can handle more."

He hits the switch on the remote, turning the vibrator speed up a level. You whimper, and his fingers knot into your hair as he increases his speed in turn, starting to properly fuck into your mouth.

"Yeah, baby, you feel so good," he groans, head falling back as he gives in to the pleasure. "Fuuuuuuck yeah, take my cock... take my cock in that pretty little mouth of yours... that's daddy's good girl..."

You close your eyes, allowing yourself to feel nothing but the hum of the vibrator and the head of his cock brushing the base of your throat. You press your thighs together, increasing the pressure on your clit.

"You want it harder?" Eddie asks, picking up on the movement. He doesn't even wait for you to answer - as soon as the words escape him, the vibrator kicks up to its highest setting, his hips snapping into a ruthless pace.

"Gonna... make you... cum... so... hnng, fuck!... sofuckinhard, princess... ah, shit... shit shit baby, fuckin' heck..."

He's panting, forcing your head down onto his cock as he grinds up into your mouth, letting himself go with abandon. You roll your hips into the vibrator, all the while sucking in your cheeks to grip him tighter, milking him for all he's worth. He lets out a little mewling cry, the sound so adorably pathetic that you wish you could see his face. You imagine his eyebrows knit together the way they do when he's close, concentrating all his energy on reaching his orgasm.

" 'M not gonna go until you do, kitten," he tells you, huffing the words in breathless moans. "Come on, cum first... be a good girl and... oh, fuck, baby, yeah, just like that... be a good girl and cum for daddy..."

His words are all it takes. With a final roll of your hips, you're whimpering and whining around his cock as you cum on the vibrator, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as he breaches your throat and fucks you right through your orgasm. He goes so deep that you gag, the sound and the sensation only spurring him on.

"Good girl," he growls through clenched teeth. "So fucking good... daddy loves his little... hnng shit, his little... cum slut... so fuckin'... pretty for me, baby..."

It isn't long before Eddie bursts, releasing into your mouth with an unhinged howl and a forceful tug on your hair, pushing you down as far as you'll go. You suck around his shaft, legs shaking from overstimulation as the vibrator continues to buzz, swallowing his cum as it pours into your throat. He pulls out before he totally finishes, slipping from between your open lips to stroke himself, still connected by a string of saliva made milky with his semen. He cums onto your chest, watching hazily as the pearls of his seed drip between the curves of your breasts, framed by the familiar denim of his vest.

Once he's given all he can, he makes quick work of turning off the vibrator and removing the gag, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he slides the toy from its place between your folds. He then uncuffs your restraints, rubbing tenderly at the red marks they left in your skin where you pushed against them. He lifts you into his arms (you always forget how strong he is, handling your not insignificant frame as if you weigh nothing), carrying you to bed and cradling you in his lap as he lights a pre-roll from the case on his nightstand and reaches for his lotion. He takes little puffs from the joint as he caresses the cream into your wrists, kissing your forehead between inhales.

"How was work?" you ask, voice hoarse from the strain on your throat.

Eddie chuckles, running his free hand lovingly through your hair.

"Good," he replies. "Finally finished the '57 Ford we were working on."

"Didn't you say that client was a total dick?"

"Yeah but he pays well. Not like the daddy's money pricks we sometimes work with."

You nestle into the crook of his neck, shutting your eyes and fading into the calm of post-orgasm bliss. Eddie stubs out the joint, curling his arms around you and hugging you close.

"... I still have your cum on me," you realize after a moment.

He laughs, leaning down to see for himself. Sure enough, his cum is there, pressed stickily between your gorgeous cleavage.

"Keep it for tonight," he teases, only half joking. "Looks good with my vest on you."

"You're disgusting."

He bites into your neck, soothing the little nip with a messy kiss, tongue pressed flat to your skin.

"Still love me though, dontcha?"

You giggle, raising your head to press your lips to his.

"Endlessly, Edward. Endlessly."

[iplayghoul]

𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 ⦂ 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫.

pairing:: eren yeager x black coded fem!reader

word count:: 3.3k

warnings:: sweetheart eren, valentines day, fighting, slight angst, heavy pregnancy, crying, overstimulation, n slur use once, creampie, pet names, praise kink, slight degradation, lactation mentioned, more crying, squirting, after care.

author notes:: the smut parts are inspired by this post of mine and this smut by @ickyhrtz feedback, comments n reblogs greatly appreciated so ik if this was ass💀😭🤞🏽 as usual ignore typos pls

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲. now eren was being a little careless but it was a simple mistake and of course, he has to make it up to you. :)

it was three am now, you were still forcing yourself to stay awake as you waited for Eren to come home to your shared apartment. he never does this shit, you huffed turning the tv off. it was only background noise for your busy mind right now. you looked out the big windows, down at the city and felt like crying. it was valentine's day: you and Eren's anniversary, well, not anymore but you peered down at the cars that went by in moving traffic, thinking about all the couples who were heading home after spending a night with each other.

your eyes welled up with tears, rubbing your swollen tummy and helping yourself off the couch to the bathroom. flicking on the light, and grabbing your skincare products while fat tears splashed the counter after rolling off your cheeks. you couldn't stand this shit after your past relationships. you always make lovely plans for you and Eren's anniversary, nine times out of ten he would show, ready to go. so when he didn't show up today, it hit you hard. especially while you were pregnant and even more when it's your anniversary.

you peeled your eyelashes off and took a wet wipe to your face to clean off a layer of makeup, then going in with your cleansers to begin removing it all. big lips quivered in the mirror, and you tried to hold yourself together, only letting soft whimpers and quiet huffs pass your lips. sobbing silently as you prepared for bed. after a warm shower, like a bath 'Ren would've prepared for you, you slipped your feet into some socks and a fuzzy, soft pyjama set.

you crawled onto the bed, shifting uncomfortably with the big pregnancy pillow trying to find a position to sleep in. wrapping the pretty pink n' black wig you installed in a satin cloth, you denied hearing the key jingling in the front door as your eyes began to well up again. you caressed your stomach to comfort yourself, you could only think about Eren, finally finding a position with your back to the bedroom door that felt comfortable. you heard his heavy footsteps and your heartbeat quickened.

while you were excited to see him, you felt scared and upset. what was he going to say? what could you say to him? your eyelids twitched crazily as you tried to keep your eyes closed. the bedroom door opened. the first thing you heard was a loud sigh, you ignored it and tried to sleep, his heavy steps were coming around to your side of the bed. why the fuck is his shoes on in the house? you just became progressively more upset.

the bed sank by your waist, you felt his stare on you, figuring he could see the dried tears on your face. you felt a shift, then his large hand; barely touching your legs as he hesitantly decided if he'd touch you or not. his rough hand pressed onto your thigh, and he rubbed you softly, caressing your legs and your throat choked up, "Don't touch me 'Ren." your felt yourself frown as you opened your eyes to look at him. you were crying again, "Sweetheart, you know 'm sorry," he whispered.

"No? the fuck would I know that 'Ren? You can't fuckin' apologize properly nigga?" your mouth screwed up with a sour taste in your mouth. you could see his jaw stiffen by your response, and he bit his tongue, breathing heavy. "'M sorry, love," you swallowed a sob, "Fa' what 'Ren?"

"'M sorry for missin' your plans for our anniversary." his eyes bore into you, you weren't pleased. "Go shower and go to fuckin' sleep." you pressed your lips together tight and flopped back over into your pillow to sleep.

"You serious right now?" he was pissin' you off. "Yes, Eren. What the fuck you want me to say 'Ren?" you sit back up, he has to be crazy. Eren's putting his hair up into a bun, frowning at you like he wanted a different response, "Well-,"

"Well what 'Ren? 'M tired. You never do this shit so the fuck 'm I g'na say baby? Just go shower and we'll go to sleep." you pleaded with him, eyes big and starry with tears. he chewed on his lip nervously, leaning over and pressing a few kisses on your cheek then on your lips. he got up then, mumbling another apology before shutting the door to the bathroom.

sighing, you dropped your weight down into the mattress and shut your eyes to sleep. but, morning came quick.

the sheer curtains of the bedroom let in so much sunlight on mornings, at 8 am the golden sun did feel great against your skin. you smiled in your sleepiness, soaking it up. achingly, you shuffled your elbows to hold up your weight one by one as you scooted up into a seated position. you felt a dip in the mattress, feeling around with your hand resting on Eren's chest as he'd conveniently put his arm behind your back and one below your legs to support you back into your pillows. "'Ren...," you mumbled roughly, throat sore from sleep and rubbing at still closed eyes.

"Goodmorning love, 'm sorry."

"Eren... where the hell were you?" you peaked an eye at him. "Was an accident on the highway, they brought a family of five in for operating, love. I planned to clock out early, I swear but the surgeries took hours n' no other surgeons clocked in yet." you licked your lips and sighed. "'Kay..." you whispered, resting your head back into the pillows, eyes closed and basking in the sun that peeked through across your legs and belly. you were having a baby boy who couldn't help but excitedly move about in your tummy while you tried to relax. a beeping from the kitchen made Eren rush out back downstairs.

you were drifting back to sleep when the bedroom door swung open. shifting your head to see, Eren came in with a large platter in his hands; you couldnt help but smile softly, yawning lightly as you started waking up a bit more. he put the platter down on the center of the bed and quickly rushed back out without a word. peering down after finally rubbing the last bit of sleep out of your eyes, you see crepes, pancakes and waffles, all with sweet honey and cream cheese frosting toppings on them. he added some seedless grapes on the side and topped the floury treats with strawberries; it was just enough for you both to share.

you saw him coming in slowly holding two glasses of juice, one with orange and another with apple juice then he rest them on his bedside table and joined you on the bed again, giving you a quick kiss. "Eren," you began with a shake to your head,"No, just... let's have some breakfast 'kay? I know I fucked up so just lemme do this yea?" you nodded, grabbing one of the forks with him and digging in.

pregnancy hormones are crazy, after stuffing your face full of food and brushing your teeth and freshening up, you couldn't help but think about Eren in the kitchen. he was washing the dishes now and your previous sadness was basically gone, you wanted to get fucked.

"hey 'ren?," you padded down to the kitchen where he was busy cleaning up the counter and dishes he cooked with. he hummed in response and you brushed your fingers through your eyelashes continuing, "whatchu wanna do when you done with the dishes?" you rocked back on your heels idly. then you hopped onto a seat by the kitchen island, opposite to Eren.

"ion know baby, I'll do whatever you want. took a few days off from work." he looked back at you, all pretty and shit like he does. you bit back a broad smile as he began drying off his hands, still peeping at you in interest. you pouted playfully and shook your head, "don't wanna fuck me or nun?" your tongue popping back between your teeth at the last consonant and you didn't miss the way his eyes followed the movement between your lips. he swaggered over with the drying towel in his hand, chuckling a little smugly, seeing through your advances then tossing it on the counter.

"you tryna invite me to?" he pressed his body up against the kitchen island, holding up his weight with his hands on the marble. his pretty lips spread into a soft smile looking down at you and brushing his messy hair out of his face. "do I needa invite you? come fuck me den," you giggled prettily at him as he starting walking around the island nodding, tongue-in-cheek.

you sit there pleased, a shit-eating grin on your face when he put his arms over yours on the counter and leaned over you to kiss your lips. then, your temple, your cheeks and then his lips were warm on your neck, your collarbone and, "hey baby?" you stopped his hand from pushing aside your top to kiss your chest and he gave an 'Mhm?', "let's go on the couch yea?" humming deeply with a 'yea'.

the couch was big by the way and he was careful; he's been careful your whole pregnancy. trailing behind you, he pulled out the soft pillows from the backrest of the couch and stuffed them in the corners before you could lay down. then, guiding you into the little nest of cushions on the couch. his lips kept finding yours like he's desperate. "y'know you're so pretty?" he kisses you quick, you nod into it, "n' good for me?" he's kissing you again like a drunk man, "yeah? gonna' keep praisin' me?"

Eren slips off his shirt and you're biting back another playful smile, leaning back as he stretches over you for another kiss. mumbling against your lips, "take dis damn top off." and you're quick with it too. your breasts sensitive from your lactation development and nipples hardening from the room's cold air. you hissed a little and leaned back again, "don't move, princess." Eren stops your hands from taking off your panties and shorts. instead, focusing his smooth, warm lips around your nipples; widening his mouth to suck your areolas in and massage it with his pierced tongue. all while he massaged the other with his hand.

your hisses and gasps made him shudder, slipping your fingers between hair. humming softly against you, he busies himself with your other breast, sucking softly to not provoke any milk out but just enough to make you writhe in the pillows and scratch at his hair.

"'Ren, damnit, c'mon." you whimpered, small, when he pulled at your nipple with a pop coming off it. "relax, want me to stop?" you shook your head no, "then lemme make you feel good, baby." his slender fingers tickled your thick hips, hooking under the waist of your shorts and panties and slowly pulling them down. he's so annoying sometimes, a real perv, pulling down your shorts ever so slowly he can watch the way your panties get stuck to your pussy.

Eren grabs your thighs, pulling you down slightly and shifting back on his feet as he spreads your legs apart. it's nerve wracking, and you open your mouth to say something but he leans down to take a small kitten lick at your clit. your lips part, gasping when he licks again, and again, forcing more of his tongue onto your pussy each time. your hands find his hair again and a leg is propped up against his shoulder. 

you can't help but squirm around, pulling your leg away from him and trying to push him away with the other, knowing he hates it. his soft tongue is rough against your pussy, swirling over your clit smoothly as he suctions his mouth over you to suck on it. the metal balls of his tongue piercing cool. Eren's dragging his mouth through your lips and sticking his tongue into your hole.

Eren smacks kisses on your clit, his cheeks and chin dripping from you as he just digs his nose into the clithood.

you put a hand on your tummy as you thrashed in the pillows, attempting to push his head away from your throbbing cunt.

"'Ren– Eren, fuck, c'mon. stop, stop, stop!" you whined and chewed at your lips hard. your cunt began to dribble more and more wetness while Eren just moaned as he licked you up. he gripped your thighs hard, frowning down into you and pushing your thighs apart more. your pleas just kept getting ignored.

finally, after a sharp mewl from you, Eren's leaning back up on his arms and panting, his muscles flex and from this angle you can see just a bit more down his shorts. a little happy trail leading down to his cock that did a terrible job at hiding beneath his boxers. "sweetheart," he snaps you out of it, licking his puffy lips. you feel still feel a buzz of stimulation on your clit,"How you want it?" he nudges his chin out.

"huh?," distracted. Eren stuffs a hand down his pants idly toying, jaw clenched and emerald green eyes trained on you. he watching your eyes follow as he waits for a response. "I said," your eyes snap back up to his, "how you want me to fuck you, princess?"

"god, 'ren, fuck me however you want." he smiled a little, and then it grew into an sly chuckle.

he's childish, thinking of all the mischievous and torturous ideas of how he could fuck you and how he has fucked you. you squint, "Eren–," "nah, nah, don't go back on it now, baby," he's smiling wide at you, rubbing at himself in his shorts with another hand squeezing your thigh playfully.

"y'know imma make you enjoy it, right?" he leers and you roll your eyes shifting yourself back into the cushions again.

"turn on yo side." you pause and stare, "turn to the side, sweet thing," he holds back a smile and you immediately see where he was going with this. you get comfortable in the cushions, laying on your side with your belly snug facing the inside of the couch, arching your back and pushing your ass out a little.

Eren's hands are on you again, hiking your shaky leg up too the top of the couch backrest and pulling your other thigh down, spreading your soaked cunt. you peak up at him as he's pushing down his grey shorts and boxers. it's heavy, uncut, six inches, thick and he grooms well. with his adrenaline pumping and a hand gripping the base of his cock, the veins on his lower stomach become prominent and they pop out along his dick too.

Eren scoots forward, grabbing a handful of your ass, pushing it up to spread your lips, rubbing his cock between your cunt that was starting to drip again like a leaky tap. "you ready?" cockhead poking at your pussy as he peers at you below heavy eyes and long eyelashes. "yeah," and he tilts his head back, his lips pulling into a sneer and he presses in. "fuckin' damnit."

he smooths a hand up and down your back, leaning over you as he pushed his cock up into you. you keened and pressed your teeth together, the stretch from Eren's cock forcing a whimper out of you. you choked out another moan when he was in all the way, he leaned down to press a few kisses on your shoulder. your cunt was fucking pulsing and the drag was slow, Eren took his time setting a slow pace.

"'Ren, fucking go faster, oh my fucking god," you whined and he swats a stinging slap on your ass, "nah, either we gon' fuck like this or we c'n stop now, your choice baby." you felt tears prick your eyes as he maintained the slow drag of his cock, right up against your g-spot and cursed under your breath.

with every thrust you let out a gasp, and his hair wet with sweat was sticking to his shoulders. he couldn't possibly look any hotter to you, arm muscles flexed as he gripped your body and chest shiney with a sheen of sweat. but he just kept going, slow.

"'Ren, 'Ren, 'Ren," you murmured through lips swollen from all the biting and glossy from spit and tears, you felt like you'd explode if your clit pulsed again, "'Ren– goddamn, touch it please?" you squinted up at him and pouted prettily.

"watchu want baby?" he licked his lips, brows furrowed in concentration. "touch– shit, touch my clit please, 'Ren?"

you almost squirted all over the couch when he slid a hand down your big tummy and pressed a middle finger against your clit. you felt a creamy, slushy, stickiness practically covering your pussy everytime his hips connected with your ass. you were creaming all over his cock but he wouldn't go any faster ans you were growing impatient. slowly and lightly he rubbed circles around your clit and the folds of your pussy nearest to it, feeling the way you twitch when he touched it.

in and out, in and out, he fucked you slow, your pussy could do no more than trickle out more wetness, thicker than before and gushing. though his thrusts were slow, so fucking slow, you could feel the sloppiness. his mouth hung open, a little drool on his lips and he rasped out a groan with every thrust because each one came with a tighter squeeze.

his eyes flicker about your body, watching the way you gripped at the couch cushions, "c'mon baby, I know ya' gonna' do it f'me." he applied more pressure to the finger on your clit, watching how your leg spasmed and your body jerked at the added pressure. he loved it, you were chasing your own orgasm so desperately trying to push down on his finger and cock. he felt the heat radiating off you and tilted his head back again; his cock slipped out, slapping on your leg once before you reached a hand back and grabbed the base of his cock to push him back in with a quickness that caught him off guard. he audibly choked out a moan, loud, "shit, give it t'me 'ren, fuck," he started thrusting again, notably quicker than his torturous pace but nothing as hard and fast as you usually would do.

he was moaning like a bitch, fucking into the slippery, hot and creamy mess you two made, gathering some of it on his fingers and pressing it onto your clit again. harder and quicker than before you felt yourself stiffen up. "'Ren, f—uck me 'm g'na cum," your vision went white and suddenly you were squirting on the seats, "cum on it, cum on it, come on," he edged you on but you could barely hear him. your legs jolted with a burst of pleasure and you felt limp; a heavy load of Eren's cum shooting into you. he dropped forward, laying his head on your shoulder and rubbing his face into your skin.

"was good, wasn't it?" he murmured against you, "fuck, shuddup 'ren, you know it was good. now get off me." he pressed a kiss onto your cheek and pushed off you, pulling out slowly much to your discomfort and heading to the towel cabinet in the downstairs bathroom.

Eren soaked it in some cool water from the sink and pressed it on your thighs first, cleaning up the mess you both made then running back to rinse it off and finally cleaning up your pussy. when he was done he brought you some water, and lifted you off the couch so he could carry you to a shower. "so, I'm forgiven aren't I?" he made small talk with a little smile.

"ugh, yes 'Ren but, call me or send a text next time yea?" he laughed, "of course."

— masterlist.

[titsuya]

# ONLY GIRL IN THE WORLD

HAITANI RINDOU x f!reader

synopsis: rindou does his best to make sure his pretty girl knows that she’s the only one for him— even if she forgets it sometimes.

wc: idk but less than 700

warning: mirrors, fingering (f. receiving), HEAVY praise, mentions of insecurity, slight angst (nothing much), overstimulation, squirting, daddy kink. MINORS DNI. 18+

sar’s note: me: “i’m never writing abt daddy kink ever again.” 🐻 anon: “doitdoitdoitdoit.” me: “ok.”

rindou told you to never talk down on yourself. not in front of him at least. even if it’s a simple “this top looks terrible on me,” or a “fuck, i look terrible today,” he will have you eat your fucking words. every single time.

today was no different, but when then pretty girl at the counter getting your to go order kept talking to him and refusing to acknowledge you, it got to your head. the green monster inside of you making you feel terrible about yourself. you pout for the remainder of the outing, brushing him off whenever he asked if you were okay. he wasn’t dumb, though— he knows when you’re upset about something.

when you arrive back to your apartment, he drops his keys and the food on the counter and turning to look at you with a stern face, “whats wrong with you?” he asks, and even with an emotionless face, you can hear the concern laced in his pretty voice. you frown not wanting to sound so insecure of some girl you’ll probably never see again. your silence is deafening and you can tell he’s getting restless with your lack of response, “baby,” he mutters. “tell me.”

you sigh, “it’s just… i don’t know. that really pretty girl was flirting with you n… n i jus’ felt kinda ugly ‘cause she didn’t even notice that i was right next to you,” your pout grows once the words leave your mouth, realizing how dumb it was to be upset over something so petty. “‘m sorry, ‘s fine. promise, rinnie, it’s dumb.”

he doesn’t say anything for a few seconds before pulling your arm to follow him into your shared room, muttering about how he’s gonna teach you a lesson.

here you were now, sitting in between his legs with yours spread all the way open— all in front of the large floor-to-ceiling mirror in your bathroom. his soft lips pressed to your ear, one hand wrapped around your neck, the other teasing fingers into your dripping pussy.

“now, what did i say about thinkin’ n talkin’ like that?” he whispers, squeezing his hand around your throat gently. his eyes shoot to the mirror looking right into your teary eyes. “told you not to, didn’t i?” he hums, knowing that you’re not in much of a position to speak, yet still urges you to answer. “asked you a question, baby. c’mon, what did i say?”

you sniffle, “‘m s-sorry,”

rindou croons, “‘s okay, pretty. i don’t have a problem reminding you,” he kisses the shell of your ear before pulling back. “now, look at yourself n repeat after me, okay?” you nod your head obediently, looking at yourself. your shirt ripped open, leaving your tits exposed n hard with the way he pinched at your nipples earlier. “‘m the prettiest fuckin’ girl in the whole world.”

you whimper, “‘m-m the prettiest f-fuckin’ girl in the whole worl- ah!” he shoves his two fingers into your cunt, your eyes rolling back as you let out a loud whine. “rin!” you cry feeling his fingers curl inside of you, tickling that spot he knows that you love.

his fingers continuously thrust in n out of you, his other hand trailing up your throat to grasp at your face, squeezing your cheeks in the process. “look at yourself,” he chuckles, “look at my pretty girl’s pussy sucking my fingers in,” he smiles triumphantly. “should i add another?”

before you can object, he shoves a third finger inside of your tight cunt, stretching you out. you gasp loudly, choking on a moan, looking down and watching his three fat fingers disappear into your sticky hole. your moans increase and you feel your back arch— that knot in your tummy tightening, signaling your impending orgasm. you clench on his fingers, gripping them like your life depends on it.

“wanna cum? wanna cum for daddy?” he whispers back into your ear. “wan’ me to forgive you?”

the nickname alone makes you let go, back arching and legs shaking uncontrollably, cumming all over his fingers. your gummy walls contracting over them over n over again till you come down from your high.

he pulls out his fingers, slapping your cunt, “daddy’s,” slap. “pretty,” slap. “girl.” slap. “say it.” he coaxes, rubbing fast circles into your throbbing clit.

“‘m daddy’s pretty girl!” you sob. tears are slipping from your eyes, crying out his name and incoherent words, your hand gripping his wrist with all your might. you feel like you might explode with overstimulation, yet you don’t want it to stop. he whispers things into your ear, things about how much he loves you n how beautiful you are. his praise filling your head, making all the negative thought leave and now all you can think about is him. “daddy!” you cry out for him. “g-gunna make a mess!”

he groans, slapping your pussy again watching your body writhe at his touch. “yeah, that’s it, beautiful. watch yourself make a mess all over my hand. all over that fuckin’ mirror. cum for me, ‘s gonna feel so good.”

your eyebrows furrow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. his hand slaps your sensitive clit a few more times before you feel yourself gushing over his hand. your cum sprays the mirror and the floor, yet rindou can’t seem to keep his hands off of your pretty little pussy. he rubs your clit through your orgasm making it feel never ending.

“r-rin, st-stop!” you sob, gripping his wrist tighter, pussy still gushing and dripping.

he smirks at you through the mirror, “can’t stop playing with this perfect pussy, baby. not until you learn that it’s the only one for me.” he murmurs. “gonna make sure you never feel like that again. gonna make sure you know your fuckin’ perfect— everything i’ve ever wanted.”

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🏷 tagging: @kisakunt

[mrs-geuse]

Hello! I recently played DBH and fell in love with Hank. I know I'm a little late, but I wasn't into dilfs before, even tho I knew the game.

Anyway, I saw your fanfics, and wondered if you'd be up to write one for me c:

I totally understand if not, as I mentioned, I'm late, but wanted to give it a shoot! Have a nice day 🤍😊

Only because you asked so nicely 😏

Seriously though - thank you! I haven't written in so long and it's really nice to return to our lovable Mr. Anderson.

It isn't fear that crosses your face, no. When the clock shifts to 11pm and he hasn't called, you know Hank's in another one of those moods. It's this month. Any time this month comes around, he's reliving. It's when he lost Cole. You both know it.

He's ashamed he's told you, but you're glad the friendship you've struck up has gotten to this level of comfortable. It makes you feel giddy. Not that Hank's even aware of your feelings for him, but you swallow that down.

But, yes, it's this month that weighs heavy. So he buries himself so deep in any case that crosses his desk and he gets home late. He'd cut back on drinking but these nights are often filled with unfair memories. You don't blame him if he resorts to old habits. One doesn't just heal after losing a kid.

You step in to help out. How can you not?

There's a spare key hidden on a shelf in his garage. No, he isn't stupid enough to just leave it out. He's a cop, after all. You know the pass code to his door lock on the garage, can stumble your way around in the dark no problem.

You take Sumo for walks often on nights like these. It helps you. Breaks up the lonely. Makes you feel important. You're so good at fixing. This is, unfortunately, one of those things you cannot fix.

So you take Sumo for a walk, try to hold things together for another night.

If Hank hasn't shown up at home by now, you usually go looking. Few local pubs, nothing too frantic. It's not like years ago when you'd find him booted from the place, passed out behind the wheel or against the brick of buildings.

Hank Anderson does reckless things when he's hurting.

It's what you tell yourself - especially tonight - when you've found him at Rival's Pub, nursing a beer. He's not drunk by any means and it's one of those fall specialty drinks, you can smell the almost maple flavor on his breath.

And then you can taste it.

After a, "you really got it out for me, don't cha, y/n?" You feel heat blossoming in your chest and before it registers, you're lip locked at the bar.

Hank Anderson does reckless things when he's hurting.

You repeat this to yourself. It plays in loop in your head as he's pressing you to the backseat of his car, as he's undressing you, as he's kissing down your body.

"Always fuckin' takin' care of me. You don't gotta do that, yanno. I'm...I'm okay." He says it between kisses and it sounds a lot more truthful this way than when he'd claimed it at work the other day.

You almost ruin it. Of course you do. When his head is midway down your thigh, awfully close to your sensitive bits, you say, "This may make work a little awkward, don't you think?"

He just shrugs, continues kissing down your form, loops his fingers under your knee and places his face between your thighs.

You'd dreamt of this moment, but nothing compares to the real thing. Hank Anderson loves to eat you out and when his talented tongue is done with you, you're a gasping mess for him.

"So pretty. So fuckin' pretty." It's everything you can do to hold yourself together when he's hovering over you like this, when he's praising you like this.

Hank doesn't ever say "thank you" for taking care of things while he's struggling emotionally, but this is the closest he's ever gotten.

You agree to take this back to his place and the fact that you drove your own car was your saving grace because you got to compose yourself. Hank was like a drug you'd been craving for years and all of those times of pining for him all accumulate to this moment: parked in his driveway now - something commonplace. But this time is different. This time you're trying to remember what his hard cock felt like pressed against your thigh.

How you wanted to be wanted.

Hank is no gentleman, but he takes things slow when you get inside. There are no candles or glasses of wine poured. But he fucks you against the wall because you were too worked up to make it to the bedroom.

You could feel bruises start to form from the pressure, from his fingers pressing and curling into your skin, almost as if he were making sure you were real.

"Thought about this for a while," he almost growls this into your neck; kisses you like he means it.

You're a mess for him; a string of cursing and moans. You're all hands, wandering, making sure you're feeling this moment - that you're present. You worry that any second now you're gonna wake up.

Only this isn't a dream and it gets really real when you're cumming all over his cock - when he has to pull out and cum because it got to be too much. He was too worked up.

There's a splatter of Hank's cum on the floor and he sets you down gently, all gasps and gentle kisses.

He asks you to stay the night. 'It's late' he says, uses that as an excuse for those pleading eyes to suck you in, hope you'll knock the lonely out of him for just a little longer.

And you stay. Without hesitation, without letting your mind wander to anxious thoughts.

You're good for each other. You ground each other.

And it sure as Hell feels good to love the lonely out of him, if even for tonight.

[erodasfishtacos]

harry adores yn with his entire being and i can tell that she loves him just as much but the poor thing is just so scared, and by what you have showed us she has a fair reason to have struggles

Through Hell and Back

warnings: cheating, mentions of domestic violence, this could just be overall triggering if you have experienced trauma or family struggles.

this is a very important blurb to understand dynamic and history of the characters.

PLEASE let me know your thoughts.

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Harry’s out at a bachelor party for his friend, Jack, at a noisy bar downtown where there is a mechanical bull and half-naked waitresses.

His phone rings at two-thirty in the morning, he already knows who it is and why she’s calling him so late.

He steps outside the noisy bar, “Hi puppy, y’alright?”

Harry already knew she wasn’t.

Her voice is shaky, “Er, are you still out at the bachelor party?”

If he says yes, she’ll just try to say have fun and was just calling to check in - a lie because she felt like such an inconvenience at all times.

“No, just got home,” He lied smoothly, he could hear her trying to hide a sniffle - she must have had a bad dream.

Every since she started trauma therapy, they’d been getting worse, as she worked through her struggles with a therapist.

—

“I-I don’t want to g-go in,” YN whimpers as she sits in Harry’s passenger side outside the clinic, “I can’t talk about it.”

“Baby, you need to do this. You need to talk to someone who’s trained to help you, okay? You promised you’d try it f’me,” He hums, rubbing a thumb over her wet cheekbone.

She shakes her head stubbornly, “It’s all going to come back.”

“Yes, it will. Because you didn’t work through it, you repressed it. There is a difference, okay?” Harry’s heart feels like it’s being ripped in two as YN looks like a caged animal.

YN squeezes Harry’s hand so hard it hurts but he doesn’t mind, he can feel her fear being shared through the rough touch.

She wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater, “Please, H. I don’t want to remember.”

He sighs softly, “I would never force you to do something you don’t want to do. If you really want to leave, we can.”

YN searches his eyes, sees his sadness and she knows she has to push through because she loves him so much, “Will you walk me in?”

“Of course, s’fucking proud of you. My strong girl,” Harry praises, kissing the top of her head, and shutting off the car.

He walks her in, watches her as she hesitantly goes back in with her new therapist, and sits in the waiting room for the hour and a half until she comes out.

He does that every week without miss.

Drives her, walks her in, sits in the waiting room, and then drives her home.

She doesn’t usually talk much after the sessions, her eyes swollen and puffy which is a telltale sign she cried during the appointment.

Harry holds her hand on the ride home, sometimes draws her a bath or tucks her in for a nap under his covers.

One day, after therapy, they crawled into his bed together. She hadn’t said one word since she walked out of the office but she looks tiredly at Harry.

“Why?”

Harry frowns, “Why what?”

She hides her face into the fluffy pillow, words mumbled, “Why do you want me? I’m so broken.”

“Hey,” Harry responds loudly, pulling her up and giving her a serious look, “You are not broken. Even if you were, I’d love every broken piece, okay? I want you because I’m so in love with you it doesn’t make sense.”

YN shakes her head, “I don’t deserve you. You-you have to drive me to therapy every week, leave work early, have to make it up the next day.”

And well, his heart breaks a little because she truly believes that.

Harry grips her jaw, gently, “If you need to go to therapy for the rest of your life, I’ll drive you until I’m ninety. I’ll drive you five days a week if you need it.”

He continues,“I don’t deserve you, sweet girl. Strongest, bravest, most resilient person I’ve ever met. You are my soulmate and I believe that wholeheartedly.”

“I want to nap now,” She whispers, crawling back into her shell where she’s safe from the world, from facing her fears.

Harry just stares at her, the girl he’s had a crush on since fourth grade, the girl he’d been in love with since ninth.

When she felt broken, well so did he.

—

“Mum, I want to do more for her,” Harry cries to his mother one night at dinner after school.

“I know you do, Harry. There is only so much you can do. She has parents tha-“

“Those aren’t parents, mum! You know that!” He shouts angrily, “I need to do more for her. Help her!”

Anne looks at him with a soft, understanding expression, “You’re doing all you can, Harry.”

—

He was still doing all he can.

“I wa-was wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a movie?” YN acts casual despite the tremor but he won’t call her on it - on the phone at least.

“I’d love to pup, I’ll be over on a tick,” already walking away from the busy bar.

Harry can hear the relief in her voice when she says, “Okay, I’ll see you soon.”

When he uses his key to open the door, she sat on her couch with all the lights in the house on, not one off.

“Oh, pet,” Harry murmurs, all the blinds were drawn shut and he knew she’d already triple checked that the windows were locked - despite the state of the art security system he had installed for her.

“Um, so are we feeling a scary movie or romcom?” She ignores his words, picking up the remote, and pulling up Netflix.

He flicks a couple of the bright lights off until it’s normal dim and he sits next to her on the couch, taking the remote and turning off the television.

“Talk t’me,” Harry coaxes, unraveling her from the heavy weighted blanket, and tugging her into his chest.

“M’fine,” YN lies on a choked whimper.

“Y’safe, you know I’d never let anythin’ happen to you . Please puppy, tell me,” He’s not to manly to beg for her to open up.

He allows her to nuzzle her face into his neck, “He cam-came back an-and he -,” her voice drops, “broke in here and I wo-woke up as he was opening my door.”

Harry holds her for a very long time that night.

-

With Harry and her therapist’s constant encouragement she’d been able to be more open and up front with Harry - which made him feel unexaplainably proud of her.

Anna almost fucked everything up, all the hard work without even realizing it.

It was nearly three in the morning this time.

Harry was stuck at Anna’s house with her and her friends for a movie night.

He’d gotten up to go to the bathroom when his phone rings.

Anna sees who it is and picks it up, “What do you want? Harry’s busy and doesn’t have time for you right now. You know it’s not all about you, right?”

Then she hangs up, all of her and her friends giggling at how she just treated YN.

Harry is unaware of the call for a few minutes when he gets back until he gets a text from YN.

I’m sorry I bothered you. I am okay. Have fun tonight x

He scrolls through his phone in confusion until he sees the call, he glares over at Anna, “Did you answer my phone?”

She has a cocky look on her face, “Yeah, I told YN that the world doesn’t revolve around her and to leave us alone.”

All the friends are giggling - but that comes to an abrupt halt when Harry stands up, knocking over the little table of drinks with his anger, “Where the fuck did you get the idea that you could touch my phone, let alone answer it?”

All of them are quiet.

He scoffs, “Now all you annoying prats are going shut up? Get the fuck out of my way,” he orders to Anna who’s pouting.

“C’mon, it was a joke. Don’t leave,” She whines, grabbing at Harry’s arm which he instantly rips out of her grip.

“Don’t touch me. I can’t fuckin’ stand you,” He tells her honestly before storming out of her house without a look back at her teary face.

-

When he arrives at YN’s house, a book is automatically been hurled at the front door when he opens it, then another.

“Hey, puppy, stop tha’. S’just me, you’re okay. S���just me,” He coos, rearming the security system to make her feel better.

She is only in one of his shirts with the company logo on it and soft cotton boy shorts, hair frizzy atop her head.

“Y’have another nightmare?” Harry asks softly, all the lights were on again, every single one.

YN clenches her jaw, “No.”

He hardens his expression too, “I was in the bathroom when she answered that call. As soon as I found out, I came over here. Don’t be sour with me.”

“I didn’t have a nightmare.”

“I know y’bloody lying because your legs are still tremblin’. Now cut the bullshit and talk t’me, we’re not going backwards,” Harry tells her seriously, with all firmness he can muster.

“I love you.”

It takes him aback. YN told him how much she adored him but it was something that didn’t come easy for her.

To hear it flat out, well….he nearly almost melted on the floor into a pile of goop.

“I love you too, puppy.”

She takes a deep breathe, “It’s been that same nightmare, but it’s not really a nightmare? It’s a flashback to…”

YN swallows before she continues, “Remember when….when I ran from my parent’s house to yours and my dad came and found me…”

Harry doesn’t want to remember but he does.

—-

“Harry, he-he just pulled up,” YN cries, peeking out his window, “I don’t want to go home.”

“Harry, he’s screaming at your mum. I have to go.”

“Harry, I have to go before he does something stupid. I’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Harry, don’t cry. I’ll be fine, he’s just really upset. I’ll just deal with it and it will be over before we know it, okay?”

——

“I remember,” He wavers like he normally doesn’t, feeling like a helpless sixteen year old again.

It was moments like this were no matter how hard he wanted to be angry or scream at her for making their relationship so difficult, that he couldn’t be.

How could he blame her for her commitment issues?

Why she struggles to trust?

Why she never feels good enough?

“I’m sorry to bring that up-“

“Do not apologize,” Harry interrupts, “I want to know everything you experience or feel no matter how traumatic or upsetting.”

YN despite her own struggles, when she heard Harry say things like that…well she knew full heartedly that he loves her with no conditions.

She knew this was so hard on him, “I am so in love with you, H.”

His eyes automatically soften and he reacts like he’s being praised. His face lights up without him even knowing it does.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was sixteen, thank you for being my person. I appreciate everything you do for me.”

It was something she had been also working on in therapy, expressing gratitude- specifically to Harry.

And it works because Harry actually starts tearing up, eyes watering with emotion, “I love you. I’d walk through hell and back for you.”

He would and he has.

[pretendingboyfriends]

Spit: The Grammys

a/n: here’s a lil sequel to my favorite one shot i’ve ever written, inspired by this lil pic above🥴. it’s short and sweet, but just as filthy as the last one. enjoy!

warnings: smut, face fucking

word count: 2.1k

His arms are around you as you step over the threshold of your home, smiling and giggling like a couple of drunk idiots. He's dressed in the leather ensemble from his performance at The Grammys (from which you’re returning) and you’re fully ready to take a bite out of him. 

The entire evening you’d been by his side rooting for him, and when he won, you were the first to throw your arms around him, muttering praises into his ear. Even throughout the small after party with the band, you and Harry could not keep your hands to yourself. The high of his win combined with the copious amounts of alcohol you both consumed created an almost dangerous magnetism between the two of you. His touch never left your body—a large, ring adorned hand almost gluing itself to the base of your spine or the curve of your waist in every moment the two of you stood near each other. On any given day, Harry is already quite touch driven, but with alcohol, those tendencies are increased tenfold.

Now, at long last, you’re alone together in your home, stumbling into each other with large, cheeky smiles slapped across both your faces. The house is dark safe for the small shreds of moonlight peering through the windows. You toss your keys to the side without a single care as to where gravity pulls them before you spin on your heel to face Harry. You find yourself pressed up against his warm chest, giggling girlishly as your hands cup his cheeks. 

"And the Grammy goes to," you kiss him firmly, his arms wrapping around your waist so that he can press your front flush against his own, "Mr. Harry, fucking, Styles."

He chuckles, gazing down at you and shaking his head. His dimples are sunken into his cheeks as he smiles and leans into your hand when your thumb strokes over the soft skin of his cheek. You feel dizzy and intoxicated just from the amount of pride swelling in your chest, the alcohol in your system only partially to blame. He worked so hard to get where he is and now he has one of the most prestigious awards to show for it.

Harry’s lips drag against yours, slowly pulling hot kisses from your mouth as his tongue starts to explore deeper. Your fingers are clawing into the short hair at the back of his neck, causing goosebumps to scatter along his skin and a low grunt to emit from the depths of his throat. You can feel the warmth emitting from his bare chest against your own, the knowledge that he’s just as riled up as you are only egging on your need for him.

The two of you finally reach your bedroom after lingering in the foyer for much longer than you'd originally intended and Harry begins removing his leather suit jacket, watching you as you lean down to remove your blistering heels. His gaze is heavy and inviting, lustful intent oozing from his blown pupils as if to say ‘I want you’. Your own gaze holds an equal amount of lust, paired with a playful glint as you watch him undress across the room, ink littered chest fully on display. 

"Are you tired?" You ask, making your way over to him and reaching up to run your fingers through his hair.

"Not really," he shrugs as his hand finds the curve of your hip so that he can pull you into his chest, "Got plans?"

You tilt your head to the side to get a better look at him, "Only if you're up for it."

"I think you already know the answer to that question."

*

Soon, you find yourself lying on your stomach at the edge of the bed, your dress discarded on the floor across the room, thanks to Harry. He stands in front of you in just his flared, leather trousers, bare chest on display as he towers over you. You're slowly stroking him over the leather, gazing up into his eyes with a devilish glint as you bite into your bottom lip.

"Is this alright?" 

"Mhm," he hums lowly, stroking the back of your head and pressing his hips forward subconsciously.

You unbutton his trousers, taking the metal zipper between your front teeth and teasingly dragging it down until his fly is completely open, exposing his hard cock aching for you to touch it. Luckily for you, he'd decided to go without underwear for the evening, so all you have to do is tug his trousers down just a few inches and he'll be fully exposed to you.

Harry takes it upon himself to pull his trousers down to his ankles, kicking them to the side carelessly so that he can return to his previous position in front of you. Immediately, you take him into your hand and lean forward to drag your tongue along the underside of his shaft. The taste of him causes your mouth to water even more than it was before and you lean closer to spit onto him, stroking him up and down slowly to lube him up. You open your mouth, pressing the head of his cock to your tongue as you stare up into his eyes and continue to stroke him. Deep, quiet moans slip from his lips with your movements and his fingers dig into your scalp, urging you to continue.

You finally take him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down his large shaft as your hands rest against his hips. He mutters raspy expletives at the feeling of your soft lips around him and his head drops back against his shoulders in pleasure. 

The taste of him against your tongue is heady and familiar, reminding you of all the other times you’ve taken him into your mouth just like this. You’ve always loved the heavy feeling of him against your tongue as you bob your head up and down slowly, taking him further and further each time. And every time his reaction is the same-- head thrown back, muscles flexing uncontrollably, low grunts of your name combined with the occasional “fuckin’ hell”.

You’re only just warming yourself up to take him as deep as possible, though, building the pace ever so steadily so that he doesn’t reach his orgasm prematurely. But eventually, it becomes too much for him and he’s forced to tug your mouth off of him by your hair. He stands there, silently catching his breath and allowing himself a moment to calm down before he’s ready to go again.

He gazes down at you, "Are you ready?"

You nod wordlessly, removing your hand from him so that you can flip over onto your back with your head hanging over the side of the bed. Harry drags his hands down your stomach, pausing to caress your breasts carefully as you take him into your hand once again, stroking his shaft whilst you mouth at his balls. 

"Alright," he hums, reaching forward to caress your jaw, "Open up for me."

You do as he says, opening your mouth and holding your tongue out for him as he takes himself into his own hand, nudging yours away. He taps the tip of his cock against your tongue teasingly before he finally slides it into your mouth fully. He begins by slowly thrusting forward until he reaches the back of your throat and you're gagging quietly around him.

"Y'doing so well, baby," he mutters, gently stroking your neck as he allows you a moment to adjust to the feeling of him down your throat. The moment doesn't last too long, though, and soon he's pulling his hips back slowly before pushing forward again with a bit more intent than the first time. The feeling of him deep in your throat is inexplicably pleasurable for you, causing you to emit quiet moans with each thrust of his hips. 

His slow, steady thrusting gradually turns into faster and harder jabs of his hips as his large hand finds its way to your neck, squeezing the base of your throat ever so gently. This causes a muffled whimper to crawl from the depths of your esophagus.

"Like that, huh?" He chuckles, leaning forward so that he can thrust harder and faster. 

Your spit is running down your face in thick globs, dragging every inch of your professionally done makeup down with it, but you can’t find it in you to care. All you can hear are the unabashed, sloppy, wet sounds coming from your mouth and the low, breathless groans emitting from Harry. The mere knowledge that you’re getting him off so well is enough to have you squeezing your thighs together to release the pressure building up between your legs.

“Fuckin’ hell, darling,” he grunts, jutting his hips forward again and again, “Y’so good to me. Don’t deserve it.”

After a few more thrusts to the back of your throat, Harry pulls himself from your mouth to allow you a moment to breathe and you’re immediately sent sputtering and coughing when he does. 

“Y’alright? Did I go too hard on you?” 

You’re shaking your head at his inquiry, smiling almost devilishly as you turn back to your previous position beneath him on the bed, eager to continue. He’s chuckling breathlessly at that, shaking his head in disbelief that you’re enjoying this just as much as he is, even if you’re drowning in your own saliva. 

Soon, you’re back to where you were just moments ago--with your lips around him and the tip of his cock nudging the back of your throat. Harry’s hand finds its place against your neck once again, squeezing it in just the right way that has you whimpering around his cock. 

You drag your hand slowly along the length of your body, nestling it between your thighs with a slight arch of your back. You’re aching and oh, so sensitive but a part of you wants to hold off on touching yourself. The other part of you is ready to bury your fingers within yourself, curling and thrusting until you’re releasing all over your digits and your thighs are shaking. So, you opt for the latter, allowing the soft pads of your fingers to graze your bundle of nerves before sliding down between your dripping folds. 

“Shit.”

Harry nearly cums when he sees what you’re doing, and he can’t help but thrust his hips a little faster, his eyes narrowing in on your fingers as they disappear inside of you. The vibrations of your throaty moans against his cock is bringing him closer to his inevitable demise. just as your fingers frantically brushing against your g-spot are causing the knot in your stomach to pull tighter and tighter. 

Your lungs are burning from lack of oxygen but, truthfully, you don’t give a single shit. You want him to cum—need him to cum—and you’re going to do anything to get him to do so as soon as possible. 

You reach back with your spare hand, cupping and massaging his balls in the way you know will send him hurtling down the path of complete and utter ecstasy within moments. And at the same time, the fingers of your other hand are growing more frantic with each pathetic whimper from Harry’s lips. 

Finally, as if an overly full balloon finally reaches its limit, you’re both bursting suddenly. His cum paints the back of your throat in thick ropes as you desperately swallow every drop. Your fingers are covered in your own release and your thighs are quivering, squeezing and clamping together uncontrollably. It’s euphoric, really. 

Harry pulls himself out of your mouth after he’s completely emptied himself into the depths of your throat, his chest heaving as he steps back to gather himself. You’re still lying on the bed in a similar state as him, breathless and nearly unable to move. Your eyesight is slightly blurry and you can feel every single pulse of your heart throughout your entire body. 

“Christ,” he mutters, watching you lazily move your head from hanging over the side of the bed to lying back against the mattress, “Fuckin’ blew my mind, baby.” At that, you laugh. It’s breathless and weak but it’s there, causing Harry to return it with a low chortle. 

Your eyes are closed as you lie there, regaining your strength, but you can hear him wandering into the bathroom and running the tap. He returns with a damp washcloth (as he usually does after a particularly heavy evening) kneeling on the bed so that he can help you remove the mess from your face. 

“How’re you feelin’, hm?” He asks as he carefully brushes the wash cloth along your face. 

“Good,” you hum happily, squinting up at him as you smile. He returns the smile, leaning in to grant you a quick kiss before pulling you up to sit on the bed.

“Did so well f’me, baby.”

“You deserved it,” you smile, “Mr. Grammy winner.”

-

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