#the way she literally cannot stop /looking/ at his chest ? and then his lips ? ?

[roberrtphilip]

I'm… I'm fine. I'm fit as a fiddle.

[sttoru]

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. your older boyfriend, satoru, shows you just how much he adores you in his private office <3

tags. older bf!gojo satoru x virgin!female reader. age gap (reader early 20’s, satoru early 30’s). smut, pwp. fīngering. multiple ōrgàsms; overstimulation. mention of corruption kink. dry hūmping. nicknames ‘princess, baby, beautiful’. pls ignore any grammar errors xx

“heh, don’t look at me. look at yourself, princess,” satoru chuckles, easily noticing how your head is tilted in attempt to watch him as he gets you off. you’re sitting on his thighs with your legs spread, shamelessly allowing him to finger you in his office.

your shaky eyes dart down to your dripping cunt—clearly seeing how it’s got a mind of its own. it’s squeezing satoru’s long fingers as he moves them in the speed of light. your limbs are shaking by the amount of pleasure you’re receiving.

“the-the door,” you hiccup. you hadn’t locked the door behind you when you walked into satoru’s office. you definitely wouldn’t want any of his colleagues to walk in on you. though, that didn’t seem to worry your boyfriend. all he’s focusing on at the moment is your perfect pussy taking in his middle and ring finger.

satoru’s glossy lips are parted and covered in spit. he has to lick up the drool from the corner of his mouth so it wouldn’t dirty your opened blouse. he’s quite literally salivating at the sight and feeling of your warm cunt. . .

“the others ‘re busy, they won’t come in as long as you keep your pretty voice down,” satoru promises you in a smooth tone, blue eyes wide with fascination as he stares down at your pussy.

he’s always imagined what it’d be like to be inside of you. what it would feel like to hold you in his arms and make love to you without holding himself back— to show you a world you have yet to discover.

satoru wants to be the first one to do that, though he’ll wait until you’re ready. for now, he’s completely satisfied with just a taste of heaven.

“fuck, baby, she’s beautiful,” satoru praises your delicate pussy. your wet folds continue to make way for more of his fingers, spreading as he tries to enter a third digit into your poor, clingy hole. you whine as you feel satoru prepare you by rubbing your clit repeatedly with his thumb—trying to make you as wet for him as you possibly could be.

you shake your head, “can’t take more, ‘toru.” it genuinely feels like you’re being stretched out. three fingers are going to take you out. “nuh-uh,” satoru mocks you before telling you to look at him. the moment you do, his lips envelop yours in a lustful yet comforting kiss. you moan into his mouth and he does the same back, eyebrows furrowing because of how good it feels to suck on your tongue.

his fingers don’t stop. the third slides in and you jolt back against satoru’s chest. “shh, shh, i got you,” the older man attempts to calm you down. he stops fingering you for a second so you could adjust to the stretch. you’re tight—he can feel his erect cock twitching in his pants, begging to replace his fingers. he can’t, not yet.

satoru cusses under his breath once he feels your ass rub against the bulge in his uniform’s pants. you’re killing him and you don’t even realise it because you’re too focused on his fingers fucking your cunt. shlick shlick shlick — you’re dripping wet.

“i’m gonna cum,” you whisper through a soft gasp. it would be your third orgasm. you’re sensitive and your pussy feels like it’s on fire. your lower abdomen is tingling and aching. you’re going to inevitably squirt all over his chair, again.

satoru bites his lip as he hears you announce how close you are. his long fingers are already soaked with your juices, coating them with a sticky layer that he cannot wait to taste. “do it, baby. wanna see you cum,” your boyfriend coos.

satoru loves the way your hips circle back to him, rubbing against his groin. you’re driving him insane without even knowing it. he curls his fingers inside you, thumb still circling your clit for extra stimulation. you’re being driven to the edge of insanity.

he bucks his hips a little each time you involuntarily move in his lap. “toruuu, fnnh, so close,” you’re not only moaning because of the fingers inside of you, but also because of the hard bulge rubbing against and between your ass cheeks.

satoru knows your voice can easily carry over to the next room. you’re usually loud when you finish on his fingers. he takes his free hand and pushes your head back against his shoulder, his index and middle finger sliding into your mouth to silence you.

your whimpers are muffled as you automatically start sucking on his digits. satoru kisses your ear and jawline, whispering small words of praise against your skin because of your obedience. “keep it down for me, beautiful. y’re already doing so well.”

your eyes roll back as your saliva dribbles down his left hand. the wet trail runs down his veiny arm that’s exposed to your view. you love it when satoru pushes the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows—it reminds you of why everyone fawns over him. it’s hot.

you’re trying to hold out, not wanting to cum. you wish to stay like this, with satoru’s fingers deep in your cunt and mouth, his bulge grinding against the fat of your ass.

the white-haired man instantly notices this and chuckles to himself; you’re fighting a losing battle. he increases the pace, his wrist working over time so his fingers could reach those sweet spots in your velvety walls. he decides to rile you up some more;

“shiit, just imagine that ‘ts my cock stretching your pretty cunt out,” satoru grins against your ear. he knows you’re weak for dirty talk. you have never felt what it’s like to be stuffed full of a dick, and thus the imagination adds to the raunchiness of it all.

you shiver and let out a small moan escape your mouth before you continue to suck on satoru’s fingers. all this time you’ve settled for make out sessions, grinding and oral pleasure. you’re needy for more than that.

satoru knows what buttons to push. he knows how to make you melt and give in to him and his words. he bites your earlobe after letting his tongue lick the skin, “all filled up to the brim. you’d like that, huh?”

you barely managed to stifle a loud whine at that. your eyes widen and your pussy spasms around his fingers. you know it’s not long before you’re going to cream all over satoru’s hand.

sweat trickles down your forehead.

“yes, yes, yes!” you moan repeatedly, voice muffled by the fingers in your mouth. you can hear your boyfriend grunt into your ear after seeing how enthusiastically you’re responding. he’s totally getting off to you’re desperation.

satoru wants to cum so bad. he wants to shoot ropes of his cum in the pussy he’s prepping to one day take his dick.

you see black spots in your vision because of how hard the climax hits you. your breath hitches and you grip onto the armrests of the chair for support. a spray of clear and watery juices covers satoru’s entire hand and bits of his arm—evidence of just how much you enjoyed your little session with him.

the older man pats your tummy and rubs it, comforting you as the aftershocks of your climax hit. he pulls his fingers out of your messy cunt and brings them up to his glossy lips, thoroughly licking every drop off. his dick pulses in his pants at the delicious taste.

you’re panting as you try to get your thighs to stop shaking. you’re out of energy, drained. all that you hear replaying in your mind is satoru’s dirty talk. you don’t know if you can handle his dick if you’re already overwhelmed by the way he skilfully uses his fingers.

as if sensing your thoughts, your boyfriend smirks and hugs your body tightly to his chest.

“can’t give it t’ ya now,” satoru whispers and pouts, teasing you as if to turn you on again. he takes his wet fingers out of your mouth and presses his lips against yours as a promise, “but one day i will, yeah? one day i’ll fuck ya so good you’ll only know my name.”

[yeonzzzn]

hii I have an idea in mind ><

hee as your ex watching you ride his best friend jake

but instead of hee freaking out and being jealous, he will join them and ask y/n to show jake how good she can ride him

tysm !!

anon, I literally cannot thank you enough for blessing my askbox with this rq. I was drooling the entire time writing this.

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a good ride: heeseung / jaeyun

pairing: hee x afab!reader x jake word count: 2.4k

The last thing Heeseung expected to see when he returned back to the apartment was seeing you—his ex-girlfriend—riding Jake’s—his best friend—cock. 

Heeseung wasn’t even surprised in the slightest. He’s known Jake had the hots for you. He’s seen the way Jake would look at you when you were over like you were a piece of meat he wanted to get his mouth on badly. Has seen how Jake would check you out thinking nobody else had noticed it. 

Heeseung wasn’t even mad. Not at all. You and him have been broken up for a good three months now and Heeseung has accepted the end of the relationship. He figured Jake would snake his way to you somehow, wanting to have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours and even do it behind his back. Heeseung just didn’t think he’d catch you both in the act. 

Does he still love and care for you? Absolutely. Does he miss you? Of course. Does he wish nothing but the best for you even if that’s riding the fuck out of his best friend's dick? Also a yes. Would he do anything to fuck you again? Also a major yes. 

Which is why Heeseung kept quiet, watching carefully as you bounced on Jake’s cock, your head flung back as loud moans escaped your lips. Knuckles turning white from the grip you had on Jake’s shoulders. 

Jake was also completely fucked out. His eyes closed tightly with furrowed brows, panting and moaning like a bitch in heat with his hands attached to your waist. Your name spills from his lips following up with “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” and “Yessss, just like that, fuck.” 

Heeseung found this situation way too hot. Because like, is that how you looked when you rode him? Heeseung has only ever seen how you look when he was beneath you, never from the side like the angle of view he has right now. And boy was it a sight to see. 

Heeseung tried to keep quiet as he palmed his growing hard-clothed cock, steadying himself against the wall. He wanted to touch you, wanted Jake to watch him touch you. Show him how to touch you properly and in all the right places. Wanted Jake to see how you lose yourself on his cock. 

He pushed himself from the wall, his mind on autopilot as he now stood behind you, neither you nor Jake even realizing Heeseung was there. And neither of you didn’t until Heeseung’s hands cupped your breasts. 

You jolted to a stop, and leaned yourself back against Heeseung’s chest, already knowing it was his hands that were touching you, and on pure instinct you fell back onto him, letting out a gasped moan. 

It was Jake’s reaction to you no longer moving, seeing how his eyes widened out of fear that you realized what actually was happening, your body now tensed as you tried to push away from Heeseung. 

Oh god, what did you get yourself into? He was going to kill Jake and then you for this. You could tell Jake had the same thoughts. How could he not? He was railing his best friend's ex-girlfriend. You were supposed to be off limits, something Jake couldn’t have because of the bro code. Jake couldn’t help himself when it came to you, mostly after how upset you were after the breakup, he didn’t leave you alone and when the moment came for him to finally get his cock deep inside you, he took it. But at the cost of his best friend standing behind you now. 

“Why did you stop moving pretty?” Heeseung cooed into your ear, his fingers squeezing the plush of your breasts, “Go on, keep riding him.” 

You looked at Jake in confusion but continued to slowly move on him. This was the last thing you expected. 

Heeseung dipped his head to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up the skin and to your jaw, “I’ve missed touching you baby,” he whispered, “And I love seeing the way you ride my best friend.” 

Jake’s hands on your waist squeezed tighter, something about the way Heeseung is just…letting this continue did something. You were clenching around his dick tighter, and the angle you sat on his lap now made him fuck so much deeper as you leaned into Heeseung’s touch. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Jake chanted, “Fuck she feels so good.” 

“Doesn’t she?” Heeseung snickered, tracing his tongue up the side of your face, “Cum on his cock, YN,” he kissed your brow before dropping one of your tits to connect that hand to your jaw and force you to look at him, “Make him cum too, then you’ll wrap yourself around me, understand?” 

Your head spun at the thought of getting to feel Heeseung deep inside you again. Jake might be big, but Heeseung was big. You ached for that stretch his cock will give you. 

You clenched around Jake tighter at the thought, bouncing faster on his dick. 

“Jake,” Heeseung said, leaning his face closer to you, his hot breath touching your lips, “Rub her clit,” 

Jake listened, releasing one hand from your waist and snaking it down to your clit, rubbing fast circles. 

You jolted your body upward, a wet moan escaping your lips only to be halfway muffled by Heeseung’s lips connecting to yours. His tongue shoved down your throat. 

Jake felt you clench around him,  causing him to throw his head back onto the couch, “she’s fixing to cum,” he moaned, “fuck she’s about to cum.” 

Heeseung pulled from your face, both your tongues still hung out your mouths, a string of salvia connecting your tongues together. Jake lost it at seeing that sight, seeing you so desperate to kiss his friend again, imagining you wanting to be that desperate over him instead. 

Heeseung ran his hand down to your heat and on top of Jake’s hand, helping him rub your clit faster, “Cum for us baby,” Heeseung whispered, “Show him how you can make a mess.” 

You leaned your head back onto Heeseung’s shoulder, keeping eye contact with Jake as he bucks his hips up into you, mouth gaped open and pants getting heavier. Jake loved how you stared at him, loved seeing how you bit your lip and whimpered as you came undone around his cock, keeping your eyes connected to him the entire time. 

Heeseung released his hand from Jake’s, the biggest smirk on his lips as his hands fly back to your tits, squeezing them and kissing your neck again, “Such a good girl baby, taking Jake’s cock so good.” 

“Fuck,” Jake moaned, his hands slipping to your hips and bucking faster, “M’cumming,” he pants more, dropping his head down, furrowing his brows, and squeezing his eyes shut, “Fuck I’m cumming.” 

Jake unloaded into you, pressing your hips down onto him, making sure every drop of his cum was shot deep inside you. 

“Good,” Heeseung cooed, “Make out with her while I undress myself.” 

Jake was confused as to why this was all even happening, but who was he to say no? He just fucked you in front of Heeseung, might as well keep going. 

Jake cups one hand to your neck and brings you to him, lips moving against yours, his aching cock getting hard again as you sit there and cock warm him. His hand at your hips slides to your thigh, squeezing the plush as you shove your tongue down his throat. 

“Fuck that’s so hot,” Heeseung groans, slipping his jacket off his body and tossing it to the floor, seeing how yours and Jake’s cum dripped out your cunt and pooled on Jake’s thighs and legs, “You both came so much.” 

Heeseung stripped himself of the rest of his clothes, sitting beside Jake, “Come here, baby.” 

You release your lips from Jake and look over at your ex-boyfriend, your body shaking as you shift yourself from Jake’s lap to Heeseung, loving how Heeseung’s cock was already twitching, so red and angry as it waits for you to suck it into your pussy. 

Heeseung places his hands on your hips softly, and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, keeping his eyes locked with yours as you take his cock between your hands and lined himself up to your entrance, slowly sliding down onto him. 

You gasp at the stretch, your hands flying to Heeseung’s shoulders as he fills you completely. 

Heeseung furrowed his brows when his tip hits your cervix, fighting back the urge to close his eyes and release the loudest moan at feeling you wrapped around him, “Fuck, YN. Missed this cunt so fucking much.” 

“Missed this cock too,” you whisper, giving yourself time to adjust to his length and size. 

“Shit,” Jake hisses, taking his cock between his hands and pumping himself, your cum still covering his dick making it the perfect lube to help his hand slide up and down with ease. 

“Okay baby,” Heeseung said, “Show Jake just how good you ride my cock, ya?” 

You nodded, starting slow, letting your cunt shape itself perfectly to Heeseung’s size until you slid up and down his length with no problem then bounced on him. 

Jake was losing his mind, stroking his cock at the same speed you rode Heeseung. Jake knew the sexual chemistry between you and Heeseung would never be on the same level as you and him. Heeseung knew your body inside and out. Has had years to figure out how to work your body with his hands, mouth, cock, and the entirety of his body. Jake only had the few times he’s gotten to make out with you after the breakup and then today. But was Jake jealous to see you riding Heeseung? No, not one bit. All it did was give Jake silent pointers on how to fuck you better next time. 

Heeseung started moving his hips in sync with yours, his fingers digging into your hips, pants leaving his mouth and at a worse rate than what Jake was not even five minutes ago. 

Heeseung might have your body figured out, but he was such a sucker for your pussy. No other cunt will ever feel like yours or replace yours. He was weak for your fuckhole and probably always will be. 

“Fuck I’ve missed this pussy,” he groans, flinging his head back onto the couch, “Missed the way it feels wrapped around me, missed how fucking wet it gets, how it fits my cock so perfectly. Fuck. I’ve missed you. All of you.” 

Heeseung was so in love with you still, and the fact he was balls deep inside you after months of being away from you drove him to the edge. 

You were also still in love with him, losing yourself on his cock and bouncing faster and faster, wanting to feel him come undone beneath you. 

“Jake,” Heeseung hissed, trying to steady his breath but it came out shakey anyways, “Touch her, rub her clit again. I can’t cum before her, wanna feel her cum first. Fuck.” 

Jake stood quickly from the couch, pressing his chest to your back, cock twitching at the pressure of your skin against it. One hand wrapped around the front of your neck, pushing your head to his shoulder, while the other hand ran back to your clit, middle finger circling faster than he did earlier. 

You moaned out, one hand leaving Heeseung’s shoulder and finding its place on Jake’s hand around your neck. He wasn’t choking you, but the pressure there was driving you crazy. 

The feelings you have for both these men were driving you up a wall. And here you were, having the greatest threesome sex with them. 

Your skin felt hot at their touches, breathing became uneven. You tilted your head up to Jake’s, taking his lips back to yours, kissing him so desperately as if you needed to steal the oxygen from him. 

“Faster,” Heeseung groaned, feeling his climax reaching faster than he wanted it to, “Touch her faster.” 

“Fuck,” Jake moaned against your lips, working his finger on your clit faster, your mouth parting and hand gripping his wrist harder, “Fuck look at you, coming so undone by us,” Jake kisses you harder, “You’re so fucking sexy. Being so good at taking our cocks and fingers.” Jake started rubbing his cock against your back, knowing he was close to his second orgasm. 

You clenched around Heeseung’s cock, “I’m cumming,” you moaned into Jake’s mouth, “I’m cumming.”

“Yesssss,” Heeseung hisses, fucking into you faster until he felt your cum wrap around him and seep out your hole and onto his thighs, “Gonna fill this pretty cunt to the brim, gonna show you just how much I’ve missed you.” 

Heeseung fucked into you harder, being nearly seconds away from spilling his seed. Jake was now moaning into your mouth, the friction of your body moving from Heeseung fucking you and him bucking his hips against your back had him shooting his hot cum up your back, curses falling out of Jake’s lips as he drops his head down to your shoulder, biting hard on the skin from the high of his second time cumming. 

Your help from Jake’s bite sent Heeseung over, his cum painting your gummy walls white as if you were the canvas and he was the painter. 

The perfect painting that belonged in a museum. 

Heeseung slumped his body back onto the couch, the grip on your hips softening as his thumbs now do figure eights against the skin, “I love you,” he finally admits, “I still love you.” 

Before you tell him you still love him, Heeseung pulls you closer to his body, with no inch left of space, and falls to his side on the couch, grabbing Jake’s arm to force him to lay behind you, filling up every inch of the couch. 

“We’re dating again,” Heeseung growled, taking your chin between his fingers, “And you’re going to date Jake too.” 

Jake widened his eyes, staring at his best friend as if this was even remotely okay, “We are sharing?” 

Heeseung chuckles, giving a nod, “You already fucked her, I want to keep fucking her. We might as well share.” 

Jake just smiles, his lips connecting back to your shoulder as his index finger traces up and down your side, “I’m fine with that.” 

You felt dizzy as you were sandwiched between your boyfriends, feeling as if you were on cloud 9. 

Heeseung shifted, his cock still inside you twitching, “Jake, ready to ruin her again?” 

Your eyes widened, fixing to protest but feeling Jake’s fingers sliding into your mouth, shutting you up. His cock against your back hardened, “Fuck I want to keep ruining her.” 

This was your life now, but you couldn’t complain. Not when they both bent you over in multiple different positions and gave you praises. 

You could get used to this.

[dreaming-tonite]

The Necessity of Old-School Dating

— A relationship should start with flowers and a proper confession.

A/N: I just finished x-men 97 and my crush on Kurt when I was like 15 came back in full force. Like, you cannot tell me this man would not go to lengths trying to charm you.

Pairing: Kurt Wagner x reader

Warning: (1) German pet name in the feminine form that hopefully will not ruin this for any German speakers

Word count: ~1.5k

When Kurt Wagner was in love with you, the entire world would know.

He had a lot of love to give, knocking people off their feet (quite literally) when he made his sudden appearances and tackled his friends with full-body hugs. But with you, he was always more careful. While he made no hesitation in finding his way to you in a puff of purple smoke the second he saw you, he always landed just a step away from you.

He grinned ear to ear, glowing eyes curled into thin moons just at the sight of you. His body leaned towards you slightly, aching to be close to you but restraining himself until you reached out for him first. The heat radiating off his body tempted you to close your eyes and allow your mind to sink into his embrace when he immediately pulled you in after getting the go-ahead.

“It is good to see you.” His voice was soft in your ear, the vibrations from his chest seeping into your skin.

He made sure to tell you that every time, even though he must be aware that you already knew how often he told you that. But to him, it was important that you hear it from him.

Kurt never pulls away until you do and the lingering of his touch on your back when he does always leaves your skin tingling.

A true gentleman but with a trickster’s spirit nonetheless. Your back bumped into his anticipating tail, respectfully curved around your form. You gasped when it presented you with a bunch of flowers that he seemingly pulled out of nowhere, the end of his tail holding at the stems.

“Oh, you really shouldn’t have,” you sheepishly said, “today is not even anything special!”

“I like that they make you happy,” he mused, his gaze so soft that it made your face burn, “is that not enough of a reason?”

“They make me very happy,” you smiled and took the bouquet, his tail gently recoiling from behind you to sit neatly against its owner. You pressed the flowers against your chest, the faint scent of petals tucking at your senses, “Thank you, Kurt.”

You did not remember a moment when your room was void of flowers since the very first time he ever gave you any (in fact, you did not even have a vase before that and now it was reserved specifically for flowers he brought you). Some days it was a properly wrapped bouquet, some times it seemed he just saw a daisy on his way and plucked it when he thought of you.

It was a fluttering feeling to be treated special, to have someone show you that you were always on their mind. As much as it was a sweet gesture, it sure was a smart one too. Flowers sitting at the corner of your room reminded you of him whenever your gaze flickered towards them, and it brought a smile to your face whether you intended to or not.

("That brother of mine sure got you smitten for him, doesn't he?"

The sugar-sweet voice broke you out of your trance and you subconsciously stopped toying with the daffodil you had been twirling between your fingers. "I have no idea what you are talking about," you quipped, avoiding Anna-Marie's amused stare.

"Why, is that so?" she crossed her arms in front of her chest in fake thoughtfulness before it broke into a smirk, "Then care to explain what is so special about some little flower that it got you smiling like a fool?"

Your eyes went wide, the smile on your face that you weren't even aware was there dropping in an instant as the realisation hit you in full force.

"Sugar," she said, a loop-sided grin tucked at the corner of her lips, "I know the look of someone in love when I see one.")

They said that if their heart was in the right place then you would never doubt, and he made sure that his intentions were clear from the very moment you caught his eye.

He remembered things you said in passing, asked you to go out for dinners and subtly took note of items your eyes lingered on when you passed by store windows even before there was a proper label to your connection.

Kurt always managed to find excuses to take the long route when he walked with you back to the school. Sure, he could, and usually would, skip the unnecessary process of walking. But the minutes that were saved would be a waste of precious time he could spend with you.

The world was quiet and all was good in these rare moments when you were alone, talking about nothing and everything and all that fell between. He fell a little bit more in love every time you laughed as if his heart was not already threatening to burst out of his chest. He preened in moments like this, standing a little taller and a little closer to you until your shoulders nearly bumped with each slow stride.

And if the knuckle of your fingers happened to brush against his, then he would allow himself to be a bit bold under the disguise of the starry sky to hold your hand.

Kurt was a true believer in the importance of proper courting, putting in the effort and letting the effort be felt. But as much as he enjoyed the tip-toeing and the words that were left unsaid, there came moments when the passion was too much to bear.

It was a night much like any other. You had thought that things were going well, there was laughter and he was being his usual charming self until the two of you started heading back. Under the silver moonlight, he was... quiet. Your gaze flickered towards him in concern but seemingly, he was too deep in his thoughts to notice.

So instead of speaking, you reached for his hand and his walls came crumbling down.

"I wanted to take things slow so that you could consider if my affections, my— my love is worthy for you." He blurted out, accent thicker than usual in a moment of vulnerability. "But recently, I have been plagued by my own selfishness, that the more you have allowed me in your life, the more I crave to have you all to myself."

"Ah, entschuldige, I am rambling," he muttered under his breath, his voice trembling and guiding your hand so that he faced you properly. You reached out to hold his face and he leaned into the touch, sighing in content at the contact and all the more certain that close could never be close enough when it came to you.

"I like to think that any relationship, any romance, should start with flowers and a proper confession, and you deserve nothing less." he paused, his hand reaching up to hold yours firmly. "My heart is in your hands, mein liebe."

Time stopped, and all was still.

The thudding of your heart was the only thing in your ear as he waited for your answer with bated breath.

The first touch was so light he could barely feel it. Your body reacted before your mind could keep up and at the first brush of your cupid's bow against his lips, perhaps the bravest thing you had ever done even though you had been on literal battlefields, your reason immediately got ahold of the better of you. But before you could start to pull away, doubt and logic melted into a puddle when he crashed into you, strong arms holding you firmly as he returned the kiss with one much deeper than the one before.

He kissed you again, and again, getting light-headed when you pressed your palm flat against his chest and kissed him back every single time.

You gasped when you suddenly felt the ground disappearing from under your feet, purple smoke blurring your vision and your feet stumbling when gravity weighted you down once more. Kurt didn't seem to notice it at all, too drunk in having your body flushed against his.

Bamf, bamf, bamf. You nearly stumbled when you landed one last time, his hand finding its way to hold you by the small of your back before you could fall.

He was out of breath and if you could see under the blue fur of his cheeks you were sure he must be blushing like mad. Still heaving, he pressed his forehead against yours.

"Forgive me, I lost control of myself," he closed his eyes, the tip of his nose touching yours, "you have no idea how happy you make me."

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you decided that a proper confession deserved a proper answer.

"I love you," you said, "it would be a blessing to call you mine."

He chuckled before leaning in once more, this time soft and tender.

"And me, yours."

[voidcat]

assigned knight!mithrun x royalty gn!reader – hcs and blurbs

a/n: this was supposed to be just some hcs but ended up as a 2.7k beast... nsfw content by the last third/half so minors do not interact ! and to clarify mc is one of the youngest of their family but age wise they're close to mithrun.

renowed hero mithrun, one of the big talents who fought bravely during the war. mithrun who is left broken afterwards, losing all his purposes, all his senses, the deaths he witnessed, the news he received. at the frontlines, he receives news of his brother and his beloved marrying– no longer his beloved now, is she? he feels something inside him break but has to ignore it all away. he was never meant for the throne, not when his brother is in such a state, unable to wield a sword, when there is war raging at all sides, when people need to be led and to be supported at the frontlines.

mithrun who resembles an empty shell now, unsure how to carry on from then on, until one of the kings he fought side by side invites him among their ranks, their kin. "let us be your new home, and you can spend the rest of your days at ease, come now, honorary knight mithrun of house karansil, the leading hero, finishing slash of this war." no reason to refuse, he simply accepts, he agrees to becoming one of king's younger kids' assigned knight. maybe another task like this, this need to watch and protect will give him a sense of purpose, an excuse to keep on living.

and here enters you, the young royal, so oblivious, so unknowing to all those happening around you, not a single care and isolated from the world, you spend your days at the castle, strolling gardens, sketching and reading whenever you can, make a face at the slightest topic of future and marriages. aware of the unstoppable future that awaits you, the fate no royal can escape– save for those who are unelligable, those who fall ill and die or those like mithrun, no longer a part of their own kingdom. the young royal and their knight joint at the hip soon enough, days and weeks pass, years come by and you two never seperate.

loyal knight mithrun who always walks by your side, tailing behind like a shadow and the young royal, they still call you, that walks without a care in the world; who helps him to stop and smell the flowers again, talk over red poppies and shed tears together in seclusion, sneak desserts from the kitchens and taste the sun on berries while taking shelter in the shadow of great oaks, whom he chases after literally and figuratively– he agreed to become a knight, because by default they live by a single purpose, but mithrun notices himself finding his purpose again in the shape of your smile. how your chest moves up and down at night, how you tense and whisper to yourself when plagued by night horrors.

loyal knight mithrun always found next to you, holding your hand when you climb down the stairs, wrapping an arm around and pulling you closer to him when you cannot sleep at night. your breathing a lullaby to his ears, and you a source of comfort to him, as much as he is to you. as goal oriented as he is, and with the war dulling his senses and entire being, he was in a way, the perfect knight, just a man crafted of his duty and nothing else. And with abilities like his, he could come to your aid in no time, carve out the eyes that look at you the wrong way.

Yet as you nurse him back to reality, intentionally or not, he finds anxiety and guilt eating at him with each passing day. The same acts you once performed, he feels himself unable to respond with the same nonchalance now. When you bring another berry to his lips for him to eat, he does his best to take it from your hands without his lips making contact with your fingertips. He does his best to look away when you lick off the excess nectar dripping from the peach you’ve just eaten, even just standing outside your door grows harder and harder, his keen sense of smell betraying him and his body.

You should be guilty too, for not noticing how you’re tormenting him.

Preparing for bath, you take off your clothes, let your private garments drop to the floor like it’s nothing. Stepping into the bathtub, taking your sweet time as you do so, leaning your head backwards and letting out a content sigh— “Mithrun!” You call up to him in a sudden, eyes wide open, “can I ask you something?”

In fear of words betraying him, he settles for a nod. Making a gesture with your hand reachimg out, you signal for him to come closer. Hand diving into his hair like always, stroking his face, his cheeks and over his eyes, “when was the last time you have taken a bath?” You ask, giving him a curious gaze.

As he tries battling for an answer to give you, because if he knows you, he knows what will come after this and he is unsure his poor heart can survive it. “Ah, usually at night when you’re—“ “stop lying, I know you wait by my side every night too.” You cut him off.

Bringing a finger to your lips, you pretend to think. “Oh, I know! There is plenty of space here, why don’t you take a bath with me? Maintaining appearances is important, it keeps you refreshed and ready for everything, no?”

When you stare at him with big, begging eyes, words laced with concern adn worry, and all of it just for him, he finds himself unable to move, until he catches sight of you trying to take his armor off and drag him into the water with you.

There is plenty of space for more than one person, but you stand glued to his side, your warm body pressed up against his, fingers in his hair massaging his scalp, your fingertips tracing over his old scars. Mithrun finds himself vulnerable to your touch, soft and laced with love, colder than the water, sending electric down his spine every time.

Your father, the king, dotes on you and always brags about his trusted knight Mithrun at banquets. Raising a glass in honor of the man who saved his life and protects the life of one of his treasures— not knowing the same man is guilty of growing an attachment to the said treasure. every time the king or an elder praises him for not just past accomplishments but for his current post, he feels guilt beginning to bloom and grow– the knight supposedly in charge of you, protecting and shielding you from bad eyes strrugles to stand by your side at night.

should you really be wearing a nightgown see-through and light, he wants to ask, with just a little breeze you'd catch a cold in no time, he tries to rationalize his thoughts; trying to wipe off the images, how the moon shines down on you, how the thin material sticks to your skin, presenting you before him. he feels the guilt toward you most of all, after everything he has lived through he has gained a bit of instincts and senses and yet he is still the same despicable man of the past; how he repays your kindness, your love and care– why, he remembers it like yesterday when you stroke his cheek and prosthetic eye, placed a kiss there and looked at him like he is still whole. as his affection for you grows, he wishes more and more to return to just the end of the war, when he was still hollow and indifferent toward you.

Mithrun realizes in many ways he is your first witness. First to see you get stung by bees, at which you asked for him to kiss it better, usually the first to see you getting sick, immediately calling in a medic to prepare for you a brew; first to cuddle you to sleep at nights, your head buried into his chest and your legs wrapped around his; first to guide you, first to help you explore the castle grounds, the city, banquets to come and even your body, at your request.

right outside your bedchambers one night, mithrun muses whether should he make a quick trip to his chambers. with the change of weather his usual armor and undergarment feel too thick. before he can teleport himself, muffled sounds of someone reaches his ears– out of breath and erratic, coming from no other direction than your chambers, the voice belonging only to you. frozen in place, he teleports himself into your room without a thought and finds himself nailed to his spot. the sight of you under the pale moonlight, a hand between your tighs, eyes closed shut and your face an expression he can only describe as 'pleasure'. mithrun has no clue for how long he stands there, stuck, feet glued to the floor, until you turn your head toward the door, eyes finding his and before he can see how you'll react, he teleports himself out– for hours he feels his beating frantic, threatening to burst out of his chest.

for the following days, he tries putting a distance between the two of you, replying with few words at most, avoiding your gaze, your touch like the plague. he can stand his guard only so long until he gives in, defeated by the sadness that takes over you after his sudden change of behavior. as if reading his mind, you do anything but drop the matter, eventually what he walked into coming to the surface as well. battling on the fields is easier, he thinks, there is only instincts, sharp and calculated moves, kill or be killed, conquer before you can be defeated– such is not the case outside war, and certainly not by your side, you always find a way to make things twice as difficult for him somehow. the scent of your body still haunts his senses and you have the courage to ask him what was going on with your body exactly!

you complain about all those people you see on castle grounds, exchanging gazes, holding hands, in the narrow hallways or the gardens, stealing kisses and using terms of endearment when conversing. not jealousy but yearning is apparent in your voice and he notices that much. it is not easy spending your whole life confined to a castle– even harder when you are a long life species, the hidden hallways remain a mystery only so long, few decades in and they lose all interest. "i couldn't sleep" you pout, "i was just lying down, must've thought myself in those scenes i often witness, and my hands were wandering around." your voice begins to drop with each word, "it was just trailing my fingers around until it felt... funny, and... ah... some sort of wetness, or so to speak." you finish shyly, turning your head away.

at your confession mithrun doesn't know how to react. such topics aren't exactly welcomed to be discussed so openly among your kind. burrowing his brows, he decides to take a simpler approach, from general to specific. "you see... our bodies have certain reactions reserved for certain situations." he does his best not to stammer over his words, does his absolute hardest to not make contact with those big, bright eyes of yours. "when we enter puberty, certain systems of ours go through changes to accomodate for new things we might experience in the future." one thing you have said bothers him though. "that was one of them. take that sensation you have described for example. it occurs so the act itself might take place easier and without causing discomfort for both sides." you seem to find his explanation helpful, judging from the smile slowly forming on your face. he can see the gears turning in your head, he hopes you reserve those new questions for the books you read.

"your highness, may i ask you something?" he blurts out, now or never. his formal way of addressing seems to catch you by surprise, he continues when seeing you nod. "if i won't be crossing any lines..." "there is no such thing as tha–" you say almost instinctively. "you said you were thinking, who was it?" he asks bluntly. "I..." your mouth opens and closes, head turned to the side, you cast your eyes downwards; he can see a blush creeping up. his ears pick up on you mumbling a 'no one' but he knows you are just deflecting now. if you are uncomfortable, he won't pry further. seeing him walk, you qucikly rush to his side, taking the arm he has offered you. "come now, what was it you said you wanted to do today? the greenhou–"

"could you lend me a helping hand actually!" you claim loudly in a sudden, fists clenched in excitement. "you know i would never refuse you as long as logi–" "i mean it, literally." you cut him off, emphasising on the word, and take his hand in yours, moving it in the air while giving him a determined look. considering the topic of conversation the two of you just had and now that... it doesn't take him long to connect two and two together. "a- absolutely not! i-" you will be the death of him, that's for sure. coughing few times, he tries gathering himself and catching breath. "your highness, acts such as the one you accidentally tried, are private matters. done by one's self or with a special one. you cannot just ask anyone that."

you bring your face closer to his, "i am not asking anyone, mithrun" you speak word by word, "i am asking you." the pronoun rolls off your lips like honey, poisoned. "when i say 'special', i mean a significant other, your highness." he adds the title at the end, already sounding defeated. you know exactly what he meant, why must you make things so difficult for him? "or a spouse, in our cases." he adds on, his gaze cast down, "though i doubt the same still applies for me." his voice comes out in a whisper, the unevitable future of an awaiting marriage haunts you both, and he wonders were he to return home, would he regain his title, be elligable for your hand after all.

in the end, he gives up. knight mithrun finds himself more vulnerable than before. lying in your bed, your body pressed against his with the both of you awake. bringing his hand to his lips, he licks his fingers and trails down your chest, your abdomen, down to your groin. feeling every crook, inch and curve of you, fingers moving smooth and slow, he drinks in your expressions, how your lips slightly part, pleasure taking over your entire body, how you grow wetter with each touch, each movement. he has to bring his other hand to your mouth at one point, it wouldn't be wise to have passerbys hear the sounds you make for him now. how you begin to whimper under his hand, small moans soon saying his name like a plea, 'more, more, more' you begin to chant– a symphony to his hears, he watches how your body begins to spasm in pleasure as you reach your high, coming all over his hand, making a mess.

bringing his hand to his lips, he licks his fingers, savoring your taste. with hazy eyes, you barely catch sight of him, your hand trying to make way to him. Mithrun sees your exhausted attemps and brings his cheek to your palm, the all-too-familiar gesture you grace him with on a daily basis; though rather than stroking, you try to pull him towards yourself. "oh? curious as to how you taste?"

the question leaves his mouth without a second thought, though you don't seem to register his words, too focused on his lips. giving his hand another, long lick; mithrun leans into you and for the first time his lips meet yours– your saliva mixing with his, your soft lips eagerly biting into him with wanton need, how that hand tries desperately to pull him even closer, you taste just as sweet everywhere, his taste buds decide. his lips meet yours once and does not let go ever, even when the two of you gasp for breath, oxygen loses all its purpose and though the thought should horrify him, he realizes and accepts easily: mithrun meets his demise at the mercy of you, far exceeding the point of no return.

[seraphicsentences]

hey baby i was wondering if you could write something about chubby!reader feeling insecure and Ellie noticing and worshiping her body like a damn goddess byeee ily!

hi my loveeee i loved this request but i hated everything i wrote. i’m so sorry this took so long i’ve clearly been off my game. heres a half decent drabble to suffice and it in a god-awful written out form if you want your eyes to suffer (here)

✂️ so imagine date night with ellie after a loooong tough week, and you’re stuffed up in your room, frustrated, because you cannot decide what to wear for the life of you. everything’s either too tight, or too casual, or too short, and really you’re starting to think that it’s just you that’s the issue.

✂️ here comes ellie now, swinging into your room absolutely elated to be going out with her girl after a brutal, busy week of not seeing her, and she can feel the distressed tension emanating from you the instant she steps in.

✂️ “what’s wrong, baby,” she’ll ask, coming up from behind you to wrap her arms around your waist, peppering kisses against the side of your head in greeting. —to which you’ll merely shrug, biting your cheek as you let out a shaky sigh, mumbling your frustrations.

✂️ and then ellie’s jumping in, genuinely distraught that her beautiful girlfriend doesn’t see herself the way she does, and she’s tugging you over to sit between her legs in front of your floor-to-ceiling mirror, and she’s gently prying your arms away from being held over your bare stomach.

✂️ she has a hand cupped softly by your jaw, making you watch yourself as she takes you apart, but not before quite literally worshipping every single inch of your body.

✂️ she’s murmuring things like, “i want you well-fed,” and “it’s my duty as your girlfriend to spoil you silly,” when you frown at the creases over the pudge of your stomach, and whispering things like, “look at you, fuck you’re so pretty” and “c’mon tell me how pretty you are,” as you blush at the way she won’t let up on her praises.

✂️ she’s squeezing at the meat of your thighs, staring hungrily like she wants to sink her teeth into them (and she has, before), and ranting on about how much she loves them— especially when they’re squirming shut tight around her head.

✂️ and then her mouths going off nonstop, telling your pretty mind to shut up and for you to use your pretty voice to tell her where you need her and to spread your pretty legs so she can see how soaked you are for her and then stuffing your pretty, dripping, pussy full of her fingers.

✂️ and she doesn’t stop there. taking it as her job to fuck you through three orgasms while you watch your reflection fall apart, murmuring sweet, sweet praises that have you clenching down around her like a vice.

✂️ and even through your tear-filled vision your eyes soften, as you can’t seem to see anything other than genuine love and affection in the way ellie presses soft kisses to your nose and forehead between whispers, and in the awe-struck way her mouth drops open every time you shudder against her warm chest, fingers grasping in her hair as she stimulates you beyond belief.

✂️ and when she’s decided that you’ve had enough, you can deem yourself nothing short of beautiful without grimacing, she curls her overworked fingers to caress the deepest crevice of your burning core, rasping into your ear, “you’re perfect, and you’re mine,” she says, “my perfect girl.” and that’s what tips you over the edge, hurling towards your fourth orgasm as you arch into ellie’s touch, gasping for air.

✂️ it’s when you’re coming down when she strums her fingers through your hair, continuing to mumble the gentlest assurances into your sweated-over skin, capturing your lips in an oh-so-soft kiss to whisper, “i love you,” into the warm cavern of your mouth.

✂️ “let’s order in yeah? we’ll put on our movie,” she’d say, because it was never about going out to a nice dinner, but going out to a nice dinner with you. and dressing up is overrated anyways, she decides.

well yikes!

[ohbo-ohno]

don't leave me locked in your heart (chap 2) - ghost x soap x reader

summary: Soap sees you dancing at a bar and decides you'd make the perfect anniversary present for Ghost, so he tempts you into going home with him one night and simply… doesn't let you leave in the morning.

word count: 8.2k

cw: NONCON!!!! dark!!! light petplay (ghost calls soap mutt/dog/puppy), dom!ghost, switch!soap, sub!reader, restraints, gags, ghoap are a little deranged

chapter 1/2 here, read on ao3, see the pinterest board

He could’ve fucking warned you. 

“Simon” is terrifying. His eyes are locked on yours over Johnny’s head, and they’re terrifying.

He’s nearly a full head taller than Johnny, who was already the biggest man you’d ever gone home with. And on top of that, Simon looks like he’s twice as muscular. His arms bulge in his sleeves and you can literally trace his abs. He’s wearing a sweatshirt and you can trace his abs.

You’ll die if this man tries to fuck you. There’s simply no way his dick isn’t monstrous, and if it’s even proportional to the rest of him you’ll surely split in half. And considering the fucking bulge in his sweatpants? It’s a hell of a lot more than just proportional.

The skeleton mask and eye paint certainly don’t make him look any less intimidating. They clash with the short bit of dirty blonde hair he’s got, but it hardly matters when half of the face he’s revealing is literally painted black. 

After a moment of eye contact you couldn’t break if you tried, he lets go of Johnny, taking the few steps to the bed in long strides and standing at the edge without brushing it. You’re frozen in fear, some ancient animal instinct in your head begging you to lay still and submissive in the face of a predator.

His head tilts a bit to the side, gaze sliding over your body in a way that would offend you, were you in any other position with any other man. He’s silent as one hand reaches out to trace the trembling muscles in your thigh and you can’t hold the small noise of fear back with your mouth held open. His hand doesn’t stop, just continues tracing up and down, up and down.

Johnny slides behind Simon, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist and leaning around to look at you. “Yknow,” he starts, nuzzling into the side of Simon’s arm. “She squirts when you fuck her right.”

“That so?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“And you managed that?” 

Johnny makes an offended little noise but there’s a smirk playing on his lips, and you cannot believe the nonchalance. 

Johnny moves from behind Simon to kneel between your legs again. Your eyes follow him and his eager smirk as he bends his head towards your core, and you can’t help but up.

Then there’s a hand in his mohawk, yanking his head straight back so he’s staring at up the ceiling. No, not the ceiling - Simon, where he’s bent over the smaller man.

“Now, who said you could do that?” Simon rumbles, his hand continuing its slow stroke up the inside of your thigh. “Hm?” He asks again when Johnny doesn’t reply, jostling the man’s head in his grip. 

“S-sorry, L.t.,” he pants, pupils blown wide and mouth dropped open just enough for him to poke his tongue out.

Simon only makes another low noise in his chest, neither approving or disapproving, and tugs Johnny back off the bed. The man follows easily and your eyebrows furrow a bit - the Johnny you were with last night was dominant through every round, but this Johnny? He’s falling to his knees at a man’s feet with just a nudge. 

Simon pets his hand over Johnny’s head where he now rests, then brings his eyes back to yours. “Better. Now stay.”

Then he leans forward.

You make a high noise in your throat, irrationally trying to wiggle away as the man becomes all you can see. But he doesn’t go for any of your very available vulnerable places, instead reaching up to… untie you?

To your shock, that’s exactly what he’s doing. His fingers make quick work of pulling the rope from the slats of the headboard, but when you go to yank your hand away from him, you realize it’s still tied securely to your ankle. He lowers your limbs surprisingly gently to the bed, then frees your other bound wrist.

When he’s done he scoops you under the armpits, lifting you entirely off the bed for a moment and dropping you on your knees. You crumble as much as you can, back bending and head dropped low so you don’t have to look at him, don’t have to think about what you know he’s about to do to you.

“Head up, doll,” Simon grunts, but you can’t bring yourself to listen, watching little drops of spit drip from your mouth. You can see Johnny’s naked knees on the floor. There’s a sigh above you, then Simon’s hand reaching down and grasping firmly under your chin, forcing your head up and holding your eyes again.

His thumb strokes softly over your bottom lips while he considers you. You glare up at him, but he’s unfazed. He leans a little closer, then sighs again.

“Pouting won’t get either of us to let you go,” he says simply. A statement of fact - not cruel, or mocking, just… the truth. Your eyes squeeze shut as understanding finally, truly, sinks in and you feel the warm track of a tear down your cheek. Simon doesn’t give you time to dwell. “Was Johnny good to you last night?”

“Of courseI -!”

“Not asking you, puppy,” Simon growls, tone going from soft-ish to stern like whiplash, though his thumb remains soft where it wipes the tear off your cheek. “I’m asking your little stray. So?” His hand nudges your chin up, a little jerk, and you open your eyes on instinct. 

Johnny was good to you last night. You came five times, there isn’t much else you could’ve expected from a one night stand. Except for the fact that he tied you up and gagged you, he would’ve been the perfect candidate for a FWB situation.

Still, you can’t really get past the kidnapping thing. So you glare down at the kneeling man as best you can with your chin held high as it is and shake your head with the little room Simon gives.

“What?” Johnny barks, raising up on his knees and shooting you a glare. “That’s not true, L.t., I was fuckin’ great to her!”

Simon hums a little, thumb still stroking. “I don’t know, Johnny. She looks right pissed with you.”

Johnny huffs, but settles back on his ankles when Simon’s free hand moves to the nape of his neck. “She’s just pissy she can’t leave. Brat.”

“You’re the only one being a brat right now, MacTavish.”

There’s a little grumble of disagreement from the floor.

“Alright,” Simon starts, standing to his full height and taking both of his hands back. “You can’t fuck her today.”

Your eyes go wide at such an explicit command, accompanied by a sharp “What the fuck?!” from Johnny.

“Don’t start fuckin’ barkin’ at me, Johnny. Shoulda been better if you wanted to fuck her again.”

“But I was good to her, she’s just pitchin’ a fit!”

Simon looks down at you, tense and glaring, about as far from “pitchin’ a fit” as one could probably be in your situation and snorts. "Bit of a reach, Johnny. And it don't matter anyway, cause you'll do as you're told."

Another unhappy noise, followed by a petulant, “Yes, sir.” 

It’s good enough for Simon, who finally moves to get on the bed. He settles against the headboard, then reaches and lifts you beneath your armpits again. You can’t help the helpless noise of fear in your throat as you’re left just floating for a moment, before Simon settles you over his thighs.

He spreads his legs, spreading yours along with them. You’re forced into an arch as your wrists move with your ankles, and you anxiously shift back and forth on your knees.

“Settle, doll,” Simon rumbles, hands stroking rope to hip up your legs. “Johnny - on the bed, behind her.”

Johnny quickly obeys, and while he does Simon tugs his sweatpants down. He only pulls them far enough to hook beneath his balls, and you can’t help the panicked noises as his cock flops up against his stomach, fully erect.

You were right. He’s gonna tear you apart. Your heart beats faster at just the thought.

Simon huffs at your wide eyed reaction, shifting his legs up. The movement forces you down to sit on his dick, and his knees pull up behind your body, shimmying his sweats lower on his legs. “Panicky little thing, aren’t ya?”

You keen lowly in response, eyes still glued to the massive length this man is about to force into your body, unable to still your shaking hands. Johnny makes a low noise behind you, and you feel his hands begin to trace up and down your sides. “‘S ok, lovie,” he murmurs, head ducked into your throat. “I told you you’d like Simon, yeah? He’ll be good to you.”

It shouldn’t bring you any comfort to hear those words from the man who put you in this position in the first place, but the warm sets of hands combined with Johnny’s newly familiar weight at your back has your muscles relaxing against your will. Your eyes squeeze shut at the realization that your brain and your body are completely split when it comes to these men.

“There ya go,” Johnny rumbles, and you hate the little smirk you can feel against your skin as his teeth start to gnaw at your neck.

“Johnny, back down,” Simon says suddenly, leaning forward and pushing the other man back with a palm on his forehead. He goes easily, albeit with a little whine. “Good boy.”

Then, with no warning, Simon stuffs two fingers into your cunt. 

You jolt forward with a little shriek, losing your balance since your hands are still attached to your ankles. Simon’s free hand steadies you by the shoulder and you can’t keep the moan of pleasure trapped in your chest as he crooks his fingers.

You lose track of time as he stretches you, thrusting slowly but with an almost punishing strength before eventually adding a third finger. You whine at the stretch, arching your tits high in the air as your hips try to move away from the intrusion.

“Down, girl,” Simon rumbles, hand reaching out to press solidly on the center of your chest. “Gonna fuck those wrists up ‘f you keep jerkin’ away like that.”

You can’t keep yourself from glaring at him for that, and his painted eyes crinkle above the skull mask. 

Bastard.

You can feel Johnny getting antsy behind you, the mattress shifting back and forth and his breathing becoming heavier and heavier. But Simon ignores him, so you do too.

Eventually, he deems you stretched enough for him. His fingers slip out of you and his hand raises to your face, soaked fingers pushing past the ring gag and to rest heavily on your tongue. You realize why when he reaches down to grip his cock, angling the tip to your hole. Your noise of surprise is muffled by the digits. 

You can’t help but clench up tight, staring wide eyed at Simon. He glances up from where he had been staring at your core, eyes boring into yours with an intensity that shocks you. “Gotta relax if this’ll work, doll.”

He must see the lack of appeal to that in your face, because a moment later he adds, “It’s happening either way, but relaxing will make it better for you. I’ll fuck you either way.”

His fingers block the mournful little noise you make. Then, when you relax as much as you can and he pushes into you, they block the sharp yelp. “There you go, atta girl,” he hums.

“Johnny, guide her down,” Simon commands, moving his hand from his dick to your nipple, plucking and twisting lazily as he fucks his fingers in and out of your mouth at the same lazy pace. Johnny’s hands are immediately on your hips, stilling the drop you hadn’t been able to slow before you can fully impale yourself on Simon.

He lowers you slowly, but without pause, and hooks his chin over your shoulder to stare down at where you sink on Simon’s cock. “Doin’ so good, lass,” he murmurs in your ear. The three of you moan in sync when your hips meet Simon’s.

You feel like he’s splitting you down the middle, like you’re being cleaved in half. His size, the position, and being held down so no matter how much you squirm there’s no escape from the intrusion, it all makes you drip like a faucet. As much as you hate your body’s betrayal, you can’t help but be thankful for the natural lubrication to ease the way. You can’t imagine the stretch had you been anything less than soaked.

They let you sit there for a second, Johnny’s hands squeezed tight on your hips and his own hard cock pressed against your back, Simon panting beneath you with eyes half lidded as he watches his hands work on you. You can’t help the way your torso squirms at Simon’s merciless pinches.

The moment of stillness passes, and Simon’s hands move to replace Johnny’s.

“Johnny,” Simon rumbles, lifting and dropping you just the smallest bit, ignoring your moan.

“Yeah, L.t.?” the smaller replies, hips beginning to hump against your back as he buries his face in your hair.

“Want your mouth on my balls. Get on your back.”

Johnny’s obedience is instantaneous. He drops to his back and you can feel his breath against your ass as he gets settled.

“Hands on my knees,” Simon commands. “This isn’t about you right now. No touching. Understood?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then get to work.”

Simon obeys his own order as much as Johnny does, setting his feet more comfortably and lifting you high off his dick. You whine at the anticipation, clenching tightly on just the tip as you hear Johnny’s mouth get to work.

Simon drops you on his dick, thrusting up at the same time and forcing a grunt from you. His pace begins in earnest, hips slapping against you ass as he fucks you like you’re nothing more than a fleshlight he’d use to masturbate.

You lose yourself in the pleasure, moans and whimpers slipping from your lips without your notice as the pleasure continues relentlessly. Occasionally Johnny’s tongue slips to your ass when Simon bottoms out in you, and every time it draws a yip from you that makes Simon fuck into you all the harder.

An eternity later he slows his pace, his own hips no longer thrusting and instead lifting and dropping you by the hips for long, slow jabs up into you. The slower pace gives Johnny a chance to move his work to you, and as the slow pace continues his tongue lingers on your back hole longer and longer on each thrust. 

When Simon realizes what’s happening he lets out an angry snarl, one that nearly scares you out of the pleasure-drunk haze you’ve fallen into. 

“Bad dog!” He nearly shouts, hand leaving your hip to grab Johnny by the hair and yank him up to his knees, ignoring the shocked and pained whine. “What did I say?” He grunts, hips working much faster now, pounding up into you. You hear a loud smack, and jolt at the knowledge that Simon had just slapped Johnny, and the ensuing moan that Johnny lets out. “Told you to suck my fuckin’ balls. Didn't say a damn word about eatin’ the toy’s ass out - her pleasure ain’t your concern, puppy. Get your tongue back on my balls ‘fore I lock you in the fuckin’ closet til I’m done.”

“Yes, sir,” Johnny moans, breath heavy and tone almost reproachful. When he slides back down to his back his sucking noises are far lounder, and you no longer feel his tongue sneak up to you.

“Much better,” Simon growls, still not sounding satisfied. Both of his hands lock back onto your hips and he gives you a few more harsh thrusts before dropping you completely, pushing your weight down onto Johnny’s face. He holds you there for a few moments, seemingly unconcerned with the man buried in his balls’ ability to breathe.

After a bit he hums in satisfaction, one hand dragging up to your back and between your shoulder blades, giving you a solid shove into his chest. You yelp at the change in position, now much more vulnerable. His cock is still deep in your cunt, but your chest leaning against his forces your ankles and wrists high into the air, knees dug in beside Simon’s ribs. You feel off-kilter, only balanced by the thick cock deep in your cunt and your knees, which only stay in the same spot because you squeeze them tight to Simon’s ribs.

“There ya go, doll,” he rumbles, voice rumbling in his throat where your face rests. “Just lay still and let me fuck you, hm? Good girl.”

You’re not entirely sure why he’s praising you when you couldn’t have less control of the situation, but you don’t care when he starts thrusting up into you again.

It’s infuriatingly pleasurable. His tip drills into your g-spot on nearly every spot in this position, drawing whines and squeals from you, but you still can’t come without a touch on your clit. Tears well up in your eyes as you linger just at the precipice, hips humping as much as they can to try and push over that edge.

You’re stilled by a sharp smack on your ass. “I said lay still,” Simon growls, slapping your ass for another time without pausing his hips. “You’re a fuckin’ toy right now, toys don’t wiggle around like girls do.”

The filthy words draw a long moan from your throat and you hear a muffled laugh beneath your ass. 

Simon doesn’t like that any more than you do. He lifts his hips high in the air before slamming what must be his sac on Johnny’s face. “What do you think you’re laughing at, mutt? You can’t do more than suck at my balls, you gonna laugh when you don’t even get to get fucked?” Johnny whines beneath the two of you. “That’s what I thought.”

Time becomes a blur as Simon fucks you. You’re just what he said, a toy. You can’t move where he holds you down, can’t do anything other than moan at the deep thrusts he gives you. You stare through tear-filled eyes at the walls, unable to do anything but focus on the pleasure.

So you’re shocked when Simon grunts from above you, hooking his hands beneath your thighs and holding tight as he flips the two of you around. The switch leaves you flat on your back, Simon’s massive frame the only thing you can see. Johnny’s head rests between your thighs, Simon essentially sitting on his head.

Simon sits up straight, weight leaned back on his heels and pulling you with him so he doesn’t have to  pull out. He reaches a hand down to adjust his balls, and now you can see the way Johnny sucks at them enthusiastically, switching between both of them with fervor. “Good boy,” Simon murmurs once he’s seemingly satisfied with Johnny’s work. His attention shifts back to you and he moves his hands up to where you’re bound, grabbing both your ankles and forcing them back to rest by your head.

You let out a sharp noise at the stretch, but Simon just shushes you and continues to push. When your hands touch the bed he shifts his hold to just one hand, holding your legs together and forcing them just to the right of your head so he can stare down at your face.

You thank God you’re as flexible as you are.

Simon makes a pleased noise in his throat as he keeps you in his preferred position. He settles more comfortably on his knees and begins his fucking again, thrusts hard and deep with his free hand gripped tight on your ribs.

You moan at the pleasure, but can’t keep your brows from furrowing as you know you still won’t be able to come like this.

After only a few thrusts, Johnny sucking noises still loud in the room, Simon drops his head closer to yours and hunches further over you. “Needy girl, aren’t you?” He asks, breaths puffing through the mask and onto your face where he hovers only inches away. “Need a lot of attention to get off, huh?” You think he might be smiling a little under the mask, able to see what you think might be his mouth this close. 

The hand on your hip slips down to your clit, rough fingers rubbing roughly where you’re slippery. You can’t help the long, drawn out moan at the relief, eyes rolling back in your head as he continues to nail your g-spot with every powerful thrust.

“There she is,” Simon moans from above you, head rolling back on his neck as his fingers move more insistently on your clit.

It takes you mere seconds to come, hips shifting to try and work through the wave that overtakes you. The sound that comes from you would be humiliating if you were anywhere near conscious enough to register it, but you’re so lost in the feeling that you can’t feel anything but pleasure. 

Until you come down a bit, and Simon’s pace hasn’t slowed at all. His hips continue hammering into yours, and his fingers continue on your bud. 

You make a high sound, wide eyes darting to Simon’s with a panic that feels purely animal in your veins. Everything is too much, you don’t know how to cope with it.

“C’mon, pretty girl,” Simon grunts, oblivious to your turmoil. “Gimme another, yeah? Dontcha wanna soak Johnny’s face, huh? Drown him a little?” You whine in response, an almost injured noise as the pain starts turning to pleasure again. Simon only laughs, leaning down to rest his forehead against your temple. His hand shifts to collar your throat, the breadth of his shoulder holding your legs in place where he wants them. “Yeah, you’re gonna give him a little treat, doll. C’mon, cum again f’r me.”

And your body obeys. You nearly howl at the feeling, clenching down so hard on Simon that he grunts and jerks to a sudden stop buried deep in you. Distantly, in some part of your mind that exists in the here and now, you register the warmth spreading inside of you. But the part of your mind in control only feels the pleasure, only feels the insanity creeping into your head at the inescapable force of it.

It must be minutes later when you finally float back into your own head. Blinking eyes open, you register that you’re empty now, that your feet have been placed on the bed and your arms rest limp by your sides. 

Johnny’s hair is soaked with your cum, and despite all the circumstances you can’t help but blush at the realization. His head is still between your legs, but now he licks at the length of Simon’s soft cock while the large man pets his head. It takes you a second to realize he’s cleaning him.

A moment later Simon pulls Johnny off, dragging himself up and flopping with a sigh onto the pillows next to you. His eyes stay shut for a moment before he opens them and flicks a glance to you.

“Johnny,” he says, looking down at the other man.

“Aye?” Johnny replies, looking fucked out despite his rockhard cock as he shifts and rests his head on one of your spread thighs.

“Eat my cum out of her, make sure she comes again. Don’t finger her, just use that tongue of yours.”

You make a disagreeing noise, hardly able to imagine even more pleasure at this point. Surely you must be dehydrated?

“Don’t complain, girl,” Simon rumbles from next to you, one hand grabbing your thigh and forcing it flat to the mattress as Johnny eagerly worms his way higher on the bed. “You’re gettin’ all the pleasure, poor Johnny’s sittin’ there with blue balls. Ain’tcha lucky we’re bein’ so generous?”

You can’t even force yourself to glare as Johnny dives enthusiastically into your worn cunt, can only whine at the sensitivity and jerk your free thigh shut on Johnny’s head. He only moans, hands burrowing beneath you as he shoves himself as deep into you as he can.

Simon’s free hand comes over to shove the back of Johnny’s head further into you, the force causing both of you to moan. “Attaboy, Johnny. Clean her out for me.”

You come quickly. Once Johnny’s tongued all of Simon’s come from your hole he focuses his attention onto your clit, and he hardly has to do any work for you to jerk and moan in place. Simon hums as he lightens up on Johnny’s head, but the smaller man continues to lick and suck at you until your noises shift fully from pleasure to pain.

You think - you hope - they’re done now. But then Johnny kneels up and you see his fully hard cock, and you can’t help but let out a mournful sound knowing you can’t just curl up and pretend it was all a dream.

“Simon,” Johnny moans, face flushed nearly the same shade of his cock, dragging himself close to the other man and flopping over his legs. “Lemme cum, please, please lemme cum?”

“Hmm,” Simon rumbles, hand moving to grip at the nape of Johnny’s neck and knead. “Alright. How about this, puppy - I’ll fuck you and you fuck the toy’s mouth.”

You voice your rejection as much as you can, exhausted as you are, but are nearly drowned out by Johnny’s loud moan and chanting of “yes, yes, yes, thank you so much, sir, thank you”.

“Yeah, yeah. You’ve been good.” He lands a sharp smack on Johnny’s flank urging him up onto his knees. 

Simon moves the two of you to his pleasure. You end up half propped up against the headboard, Johnny hunched over you and staring wide-eyed down at you as his cock slowly sinks down your throat. You can’t help but grunt and wiggle as much as possible when Johnny’s knees nearly squeeze either side of your head. 

“Stay still. You don’t start fucking her mouth ‘til I’m fucking you, understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Johnny pants. “Please.”

“Calm down, Johnny. I’m gonna take care of you.”

You can’t see what’s happening from your position, can only hear the click of what you assume is a bottle of lube and Johnny’s moans as Simon presumably stretches him out. You shut your eyes, breathing deeply through your nose and doing your best not to panic at the inescapable choking sensation.

When Johnny lets out a long moan, Simon grunting over him, you can only assume he’s slid inside. Just seconds later Simon’s head appears over Johnny’s shoulder, glancing down at you as he places his own grip onto the headboard for leverage. His free hand comes around Johnny and down to your head., stroking your hair in a move so tender it surprises you into opening your eyes. 

“Alright, Johnny. I fuck your ass, you fuck her mouth. Cum whenever you need to, but I’m not stopping ‘til ‘m good and drained.”

And with that, the cock inside your mouth goes from being an almost - and you hate to admit - comforting weight to pounding so harshly you’re sure your voice will be gone. Your eyes go wide, staring up at where Johnny’s near delirious as his hips rut harshly into your face.

His balls slap your chin, moans slipping out of his mouth loud enough to make you feel pity for his neighbors. You gag repeatedly, so much so you worry you might actually start retching, but you don’t, and the fucking continues.

You can see both of their faces where they’re hunched over you, can see the way their eyes squeeze shut in almost the same way.

Johnny cums quickly, hips stuttering against your face before he buries his entire length down your throat, moan guttural. You can feel little jerks where Simon must still be fucking him as ropes and ropes of cum launch straight down your throat. You moan at the sensation, wiggling from the sensation beneath the two men, and Johnny whines at the overstimulation.

His head drops lower as Simon continues to fuck him, mouth hung open and eye glazed over. A moment later, a drop of spit falls onto your face. Johnny groans loudly at the sight, hips instinctively fucking into your throat even though he’s gone soft.

It’s not long before Simon finishes, letting out a shout of pleasure as he stills and the bed (and Johnny) stop rocking.

The silence is heavy in the aftermath.

Eventually Simon drops away from your eye line, but his hands appear at Johnny’s hips. There’s sounds of licking, sucking, and Johnny’s high pitched moans as he writhes at the overstimulation. A few moments later he slips out of your mouth, his hand moving to desperately tap at the wood of the headboard.

Simon pulls back, moving back where you can see him, and for a moment you’re offended that Johnny gets to tap out but you don’t. You shut your eyes, confident that it’s over now. You can rest, and when you open your eyes you’ll be safely in your apartment, and it’ll turn out that this whole experience was nothing but the best wet dream of your life.

A moment later large fingers - you don’t look to see who’s - brush over your face and to the back of your head, unbuckling the gag and pulling the ring from your mouth slowly. The hand softly cups your jaw, closing it when you don’t move to, and you can’t help but whine at the spike of soreness.

“Oh, baby,” Johnny coos, somehow sounding genuinely sad about your pain. Someone makes quick work of the ropes, and your joints scream in relief as they drop limply to the bed. Johnny, you assume, shifts you onto your side then slips both his arms around your stomach and tucks himself right up to your back. “I’m sorry. We won’t use that one next time, yeah?”

You don’t say anything, can’t say anything - Simon is still holding your mouth shut, and even as gently as he is you can’t open it enough to talk. You drag your eyes open to look at him. He’s just… he’s just staring, you can’t even begin to imagine what he must be thinking. He cocks his head a bit at you, then lets go of your jaw.

As he moves away from the bed you’re left stunned at your newfound freedom. Tentatively, voice quiet and hoarse, you whisper, “J-Johnny…”

The man only hums in response, nuzzling into the back of your head. His side of the mattress dips and you feel Johnny wiggle around a bit, dragging you with him, and then a new pair of hands rest on your stomach around his.

You’re fucking triple spooning. Triple spooning with the man who kidnapped you.

“Johnny,” you try again. “Please, please, I don’t…please let me go…”

“No,” he says immediately, quick and unabashed. A low, mournful noise rips from your battered throat and his arms tighten around you, legs curling up into you more. “It’ll be okay, lovie. Me and Simon are gonna take real good care of you. Right, L.t.?”

There’s a rumble in response.

You can’t help the tears, limbs beginning to struggle against your control. Johnny’s grip only gets more and more restrictive, his hands reaching to grab your sore wrists and hold them still, his thighs squeezing your knees between them until your legs stop kicking.

“Hush, lassie. Panicin’ll do you no good. Deep breaths for me now.”

You can’t. And you don’t feel particularly inclined to do anything he asks of you.

“Johnny,” you gasp. “Wanna go home. Please, please let me go. I won’t tell anyone, not a soul, I promise, please - ”

“You’re already home,” Simon interrupts, reminding you of his presence and making you jerk in their holds. “Johnny brought you here and here you’ll stay. Now sleep.”

You make a high noise of protest, trying again to struggle away from Johnny. You’re stopped by a large sigh and the feeling of Simon’s massive hands suddenly pulling you back in Johnny, holding you there securely by lacing his hands together.

“Sleep.”

Johnny makes a sound you think is supposed to be comforting above you. “It’ll be okay, lass. You don’t need to worry about anythin’ anymore. We’ve got ya now.”

“I said sleep. The both of you.”

There’s a snort of amusement from Johnny as he pulls his face away, resting his chin on top of your head and going still.

You can only tuck your head into the pillow and try to muffle your sobs.

-----

When you wake next, the room is dark. Not dim, like it was before, but dark. You’re immediately put off by the knowledge that one of them got up at some point and you were too deeply asleep to notice.

The next thing you notice is that the bed isn’t empty. You can feel the dip in the mattress at your back, but there aren’t any arms wrapped around you. You can feel the heat of someone’s body, but no skin.

You stare into the blackness as the thought sinks into your half-asleep mind.

You could escape.

Probably.

Maybe?

You have to try, right? You need to leave. You need to go back to your apartment and call the cops on these psychos.

But that means getting out of bed. Getting out of the warm bed and venturing into the pitch black and unfamiliar room, and that’s if you don’t wake up either of the men behind you. 

You have to try.

Your breath hitches in your chest as you start to move, inching slowly across smooth sheets and stilling periodically. Your hands are shaking from fear and adrenaline. 

You try to move as slowly as possible as you sit up, legs swinging over the side of the bed and praying to any god that’ll listen that neither of the men will notice the shift in weight.

There’s no sound as you drop to the floor. You’ve never been more thankful for carpet. 

You move as slowly as you can around the bed, eyes still unadjusted to the dark and unable to see anything that might be in your way. You take small shuffling steps, hands held out in front of you.

Then you trip. You don’t know over what, but it’s solid and decently small and it sends you tumbling to the ground, elbows and knees landing with a solid thud.

Oh god. There’s no way one of them didn’t wake up.

You’re not an idiot, you picked up on the military rank Johnny used. Simon, at least, is military, and if the stereotypes about military men are anywhere near true the noise of your fall woke him.

Sure enough, you hear someone shift on the bed.

You muffle a sob in your palm, biting down on the meat of it and curling up on the carpet. There’s a noise on the other side of the bed, and you know one of them just got out of bed. You try to stumble to crawl somewhere, anywhere, desperate to not ruin what might be your only chance at escape.

Then, without warning, you’re lifted in the air. You can’t help the yelp as you’re tucked into a pair of arms, one beneath your back and the other under your knees keeping you held close to his chest.

“Hush,” Simon says down at you, and you pinch your lips shut in an attempt to stifle your sobs, tears pouring down your face and soaking your neck. He sighs, shifting you until you’re more secure and moving.

It takes you a moment to realize he hasn’t taken you back to the bed. Instead, he’s taken you into another room and nudged the door shut. He places you down on something cold and when he flicks the light on you realize you’re in a bathroom.

You can’t stop your flinch at the bright light, then your second flinch at the sight of Simon in just a pair of boxers and the same mask he wore earlier. How is it possible that he looks bigger shirtless than he did with a sweatshirt on?

He’s covered in scars, to the point that he’s almost got more scars than he does bare skin. And he still wears the mask over the bottom half of his face and neck, though the makeup has been washed away at some point.

The two of you only stare at each other for a second - you, hunched over and scared with distrusting eyes and him, stood tall and proud with an assessing gaze.

Finally, he sighs, moving towards the counter where you sit. You curl into yourself a bit, watching wearily as he stops when your knees brush his stomach. He lifts a hand to your face, cupping your cheek and tilting your head up to his.

“What’s your name, love?”

You almost snort. This man has fucked you, watched his partner - or whatever Johnny is to him - eat you out and fuck your mouth. And he doesn’t even know your name. You whisper it after a moment of silence, followed by a cough when you register that your throat feels like sandpaper.

Simon hums a bit, repeating your name back to you as he reaches around you, filling a small plastic cup with water from the faucet. You track his movements, unsure of what he could do to the water but unwilling to risk anything at this point.

He hands the cup to you a moment later, saying, “Drink. We worked you hard. You need to rehydrate.”

You can’t help the heat that blooms in your cheeks, and your eyes dart away from his as you take quick sips from the cup. His hand moves back to your face, nudging it up. “Don’t try to hide anything from me now, love. I’ve already seen you at your most vulnerable, nothin’ left for you to hide.”

You shudder a bit at the direct way he says it, so plainly laying out what you had thought a moment before.

“I…” you try again, once you’ve finished the cup. “I want to go home. Please.”

His hand only continues to stroke at your cheek, eyes unflinching where they bore into yours. “No. Johnny brought you here for a reason, I won’t have you leavin’ ‘im now.”

You try to resist the tears, but you have less control over your emotions than you do of the man in front of you. “Please,” you try again, reaching to grip his wrist and feeling him go still at the contact. “I-I’m scared. Please, I won’t tell anyone, I swear, but - “

He cuts you off with a deep rumble, hand shifting beneath your jaw and holding it shut. “You’re not leaving. I don’t want to hear you ask again.” His tone is uncompromising and your sore eyes squeeze shut. “But you’ll be taken care of. Johnny and me, we’ll be good to you.”

Your sobs come out against your will, and Simon sighs. A moment later you hear the water running again, then feel something run across your face. You jerk back, eyes opening on instinct and see that he’s holding a damp cloth to your face.

“Hold still a second,” he murmurs, hand holding the back of your head as he wipes beneath your eyes and down your neck. His hand is so large that his thumb rests on the side of your neck while his other fingers rest on the other. You’re tense, but do what he says, eyes squeezing shut when the washcloth gets a little close for your comfort. He’s especially tender as he swipes the rag over your eyelids, and without even noticing, you relax just the tiniest bit in his grip.

It only takes a few moments, but in the silent bathroom it feels like an eternity. 

He steps away after apparently deeming you cleaned up enough, moving just a few steps away and bending over the tub.

You stand on shaky legs as soon as his back is turned, stumbling toward the door as the sound of flowing water fills the room.

As your hand wraps around the doorknob, arms wrap around your waist, gently but securely dragging you and placing you back on the counter and completely ignoring your dismayed cry.

“Wobblin’ around like a fawn,” Simon scolds, placing warm hands on your thighs and holding you still when you move to shove at him instinctively. “Where would you even go, huh? Gonna wander the streets naked ‘til some good samaritan spots you?”

You flush at his condescending tone and spit back angrily, “Better than here.”

“Really?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was offended. “In this neighborhood? Johnny and I are the best you’re gonna get, girl. We’re offering to take care of you and you wanna run off to any scum waiting in the alleys?” He grunts, disgusted. “No. You’ll stay here, and you’ll learn how much better it is. You got that?”

“No!” You burst, legs kicking out at his own before he grabs your knees and shoves into the counter. “You can’t just keep me! I’m not some… some pet for you!’

He surprises you by barking out a harsh laugh, leaning so close to your face that your noses nearly brush and wrapping a hand around your throat. “That’s exactly what you are. A little pet to wait for us at the door, to keep our bed and our cocks warm. A pretty little pet for us to spoil and take care of. The quicker you get it into your thick fuckin’ skull, the easier your life’ll be.”

You bare your teeth up at him, face flushed red from anger and from the steam slowly filling the air. When you don’t respond he grunts and nods once, leaning away from you and moving to turn the flowing water off.

You don’t move from where he put you this time, and when he turns back around he rumbles, “Good girl.”

You don’t know what it says about you that your heart beats a little faster. 

He steps back up to you, considers you for a second, then pulls the mask over his head and drops it on the counter.

Simon’s hot. Because of fucking course he’s hot. He’s got scars decorating his face, little nicks that look like they were just deep enough to scar but aren’t more than an inch or so in length. His nose is curved the wrong direction, two bumps in it that make you wonder just how many times it’s been broken. He’s got a broad jaw, high cheekbones, and full lips. His eyebrows hang heavy over his eyes, giving his entire face a severe look. 

You deeply resent the blush that grows on your face, forcing a scowl and glancing away. He makes a little hmph sound, and when he steps closer again you can see a little smirk playing on his lips. Ass.

He grabs your elbow, giving you a soft tug to pull you off the counter and leading you to the tub as you stumble behind him. You cross your arms over your chest and hunch your back, suddenly much more aware of your nakedness.

“You get in first,” he grunts, staring at you expectantly over his shoulder. You blink blankly at him for a moment, not moving, until he gives you a little tug closer to the edge of the tub. “Well? While the water’s hot.”

You get in the tub. A moment after you settle in the middle, stiff and mostly confused, he steps in behind you. The tub is big - surprising for an apartment in this neighborhood - and leaves him enough room to put his legs on either side of you. His arms wrap around your chest next, just below your breasts, and he takes you with him as he leans back on the edge and lets out a low moan of satisfaction.

You remain stiff, unable to relax when you still can’t see this man as anything but your captor. 

He sighs another moment later at your rigidness. “Relax,” he grumbles, grumpy.

You make a high noise in your throat. “Easier said than done.”

He sighs again, like your discomfort is putting him out. “Relax, or I’ll make you.”

You scowl. “You’ll make me relax? How exactly do you plan on -” You cut yourself off with a choking noise as his left hand grips one tit and the right slides down your stomach to cup your cunt, the weight of it almost a threat.

“Relax,” he says again. When you remain stiff, maybe even stiffer than you were before, he begins to work your clit and brush over your nipple. Softly, and slowly. “Can’t play rough with you right now,” he mumbles, tucking his face into your shoulder and pressing his lips to your neck. “Stop pushing me.”

“I-I’m not,” you stutter, legs shifting and spine going a bit looser as you finally start to settle back into him. He makes a little noise in his throat, one you have no idea how to translate, and softens his movements even further, just… petting your most sensitive parts.

The silence is thick, weighted with the dynamic between the two of you, but not suffocating somehow. The warm water and calming motions of his fingers forces your body into a relaxed state without your intent.

You hardly notice when the door creaks open minutes later, Johnny’s figure shadowed by the dark bedroom. He steps into the bathroom, and you watch as a smile grows on his face at the sight before him. His clear pleasure makes you stiffen a bit, but Simon hums a soothing note that - annoyingly - leaves you boneless.

“Room for another?” Johnny asks, voice rough from sleep.

“Always,” Simon replies, face still mostly hidden in your neck. You watch with half lidded eyes and Johnny, already naked, steps into the tub opposite the two of you. He scoots in close, and leans his chest against yours, giving both you and Simon his weight. You grunt a little under it, but he wraps an arm around your back and floats somewhat, so he feels more like a weighted blanket than anything. He hooks his chin over your free shoulder and gives a great, big sigh of relief. You’re glad for Simon holding you above the water, sure that you’d sink under Johnny’s weight. 

You don’t and work up the nerve to speak, a bit afraid that if you provoke them too much they’ll use sex as a distraction.

Still, their equally loose-limbed bodies and the bath has lulled you into an almost dream-like state, and you can’t resist pushing a little bit more. 

“There are people who will look for me,” you mumble, staring at the steam fogging up the tiles on the wall.

“Then you’ll tell them where you are,” Johnny grumbles against you, the vibrations of his chest moving to yours.

“I’ll tell them to call the police.”

“Then you won’t get access to a phone until we can trust you,” Simon, this time, says. His fingers are hardly moving now, just the occasional twitch when you shift one way or another. 

“What do you want from me?” You whisper, unable to help the crack in your voice or the tinge of desperation. 

Johnny rumbles soothingly, shifting his hand to stroke up and down your back. “You just need to be like this, lovie. Soft. Sweet. Something to spoil and treat nice.”

“A pet,” you whisper, unwanted tears burning at the back of your eyes that you close your eyes tight against, tired of all the crying.

“A pet,” Simon agrees behind you, limbs tightening around you. “Is that such a bad thing?”

“We’ll be so good to you,” Johnny says, voice right in your ear. “We’ll get you whatever you want. Once we know you won’t leave, we’ll take you wherever you want to go. All you have to do is let us take care of you. It’ll be good, lassie. I promise.”

You sniffle, and get a coo from both men in response.

None of you speak again. The water cools slowly, and when you shiver for the first time Simon shifts to unplug the tub and pulls all three of you out. 

You’re in a daze as Johnny tugs you to stand on a bathmat in front of him, a smile playing on his lips as he cups your cheeks and gives you a soft kiss. You don’t respond, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

They dry you methodically - Johnny toweling the parts of your hair that got wet, Simon patting down the rest of you.

It’s Johnny that carries you to bed, gripping the backs of your thighs and urging you to curl your legs around his waist.

“Did a number on her back, Johnny.”

“Lost control, L.t. You felt how tight she is - fuckin’ heaven.”

“Hm. Paradise.”

“So I take it you like your gift?

“Don’t play coy, MacTavish. It doesn’t suit you.”

“On the contrary, sir - everythin’ suits me.”

“Shut up.”

You tune out their voices, aware only tangentially of a hand stroking across your hair as you’re laid in bed. Johnny keeps you at his front, mimicking the position the two of you had taken before… everything. Your legs tangled together, his arm under your head, his head on yours, your face in his throat. The only difference is that Simon slides in behind you, wrapping his big arms around both of you and tugging you tight to his body. His leg slips over yours, and their combined weight holds you deep in the mattress.

“Go to sleep, love,” one of them mutters. “Tomorrow will be better. You’ll see.”

You close your dry eyes and fall asleep with warm, sated limbs.

[eggyrocks]

𖦹track twenty-two: just like heaven𖦹

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he's got her wrists pinned above her head and an animalistic grin he can't control.

kuroo's got his knees on either side of her hips, digging into the too-soft mattress below them and keeping her firmly in place. she tries to keep her eyes narrowed in defiance but she cannot stop her mouth from twisting into a smile.

"say it," kuroo demands, leaning in closer to her and hyper-aware of the way she's started to squirm under him.

always the rebel, she turns her head to the side to avoid his stare and says, "i would rather die."

the turn of her head gives him an opening, and kuroo dips down to lightly nibble at the skin of her neck. she yelps, and wiggles. "say it," he asks again, leaning back up to get a good look at her.

"why do you wanna hear it so bad? i've already said it once, that should be enough."

kuroo rolls his eyes. "you're always so difficult. can you just humor me for once? c'mon. just this one time, for me."

she sighs, and for a moment, she jerks at her wrists to try and break them free from his grasp. but it's futile. kuroo knows this and she knows it. she looks up at him, trying her best to seem annoyed. "you're my boyfriend," she admits.

he grins like a maniac. "i just love hearing you say it. one more time?" kuroo presses.

"if you don't let me up, i'm going to knee you in the balls, i swear to god," she threatens, half-heartedly, and it's hard for kuroo to take it seriously when laughter laces her words.

he leans down and catches her lips in a sweet, chaste kiss. "i guess that's a risk i'm willing to take."

suddenly, she jerks her hips upwards to try and knock him over. but it would take an act of god to remove him from her, and instead he moves from straddling her to lying flat on top of her. "kuroo!" she complains under the weight of him, "you dick, you're gonna crush me!"

"nah, i'm being a good boyfriend, i'm keeping you warm."

"kuroo!"

there's a loud slam on the door that interrupts their laughter. "shut up!" comes nishinoya's yell from the other side of the door. "we have thin fucking walls!"

her giggling does not subside. instead she uses the interruption to push kuroo off of her and then lean over him, resting her forearm across his broad chest. she leans down and kisses him again. "you're my boyfriend," she says again, quieter now. "and that's the last one you get today."

kuroo grins. he'll take it.

an: anon thank u for opening my eyes (you know who you are) this chapter is for you!!! also!! it's done!!! i finished!!! yay!!!!!!

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[yummyuta]

red light | s.e

♡ genre: smut - mdni! (eunseok x reader) | word count: 1,338 words

♡ warnings: intoxicated, kinda bratty reader! fingering, edging, unprotected sex

♡ summary: bf eunseok picks up reader from a night out, and on the ride home, she cannot sit still, attempting to seduce him until he gives her what she wants.

♡ authors note: another eunseok one shot, honestly i could write about this man all day. i hope you enjoy this one!

♡ song recommendation:

you stumbled out of the club, heels almost breaking, as your laughter echoed in the cool night air. your movements unsteady from the alcohol coursing through your veins. eunseok, your boyfriend, stood by the curb, a mixture of relief and concern etched on his face as he watched as you approached. “darling, are you okay?” eunseok asked, his voice tinged with worry. giggles continued to escape your lips as you weaved towards him. “never better! let’s go home!” you yelled out.

eunseok nodded, wrapping an arm around your waist to provide support as you made your way to his car. as you drove through the city streets, your inhibitions melted away with each passing stoplight. at the first red light, you carefully leaned over, planting a sloppy kiss on eunseok’s cheek. “you’re so handsome,” you slurred, breath warm against his skin. eunseok chuckled nervously, trying to focus on the road ahead. “baby, you're drunk let’s get you home safely yeah?"

but you weren't going to take no for an answer. at the next stoplight, you turned towards your boyfriend, your hand wandering to his thigh. “i love you, eunseok,” you whispered, words filled with sincerity. eunseok sighed, torn between amusement and frustration. “i love you too, but please, save this for when you’re sober.” you pouted, lower lip jutting out in a playful pout. “but i want you now,” you whined, fingers tracing circles on his leg.

he shook his head, gently removing your hand from his thigh. “not now. i need to focus on driving” he said sternly. you huffed and puffed from the passenger seat until the next stop light when you decided to take things up an extra notch. you took his hand that rested on the gear, seemingly innocently and resting it on your knee. when the light turned green, the engine reving up again, you began sliding his hand upwards and inwards towards where you wanted him most.

you looked next to you, watching how his chest heaved and jaw clenched. you could tell you were slightly pissing him off, but you knew he was loving the thrill of this, although he would never admit it. you spread your legs as much as you could, using your free hand to pull your panties to the side, before using his fingers to reach in between your fold, spreading around your wetness, and circling the bundle of nerves just a bit.

your mouth gaped open, as soft pants left your mouth, eunseok letting you use his fingers as a toy to pleasure yourself with. after a few pumps of your own, you let go silently hoping he would continue the rhythm for you. he continued to drive, knuckles turning white as he tried his best control of the vehicle, while speeding up his digits inside you. you began moving your hips erratically, your body begging for more.

the light turned red again, matching the color of lust you had running through your eyes. as he slowed the car down, his fingers that were scissoring you stalling. you had been so close, just a few more seconds, and you would have reached the bliss you were searching for. he turned to look at you, his lips turned into a twisted smirk, as he took his hands from you and licked his fingers clean. now the red light flared the anger that was building up in you instead. your buzz from the alcohol mixed with the pleasure was wearing off. you knew you had to do something, and if he wasnt going to give you what you wanted, then what other choice did you have but to take matters into your own hands...literally.

the light flashed green, and when eunseok turned to focus once again on driving instead of you, you threw your head back against the headrest, putting your own fingers to use in an attempt to bring yourself to the edge. you moaned loudly, with a purpose, to prove a point. suddenly, the car veered over to the right into a vacant lot. your legs closed around your hand from the force of the turn. eunseok put the car in park, quickly removing his seatbelt as well as yours, and ripping your hand from your lap. "you have been very bad". he was seething, "good, patient girls, dont deserve to cum do they?" you didnt answer him, you crawled over the middle console to situate yourself into his lap, reclining his chair as far back as you could. "please ill be good now, ill prove it to you." you bargained with him, this is all you wanted, then you could go home with no complaints.

you reached into his pants, stroking him a few times, he was already fairly hard. your mission was nearly accomplished, you knew you had succeeded in turning him on. he reached behind you, unzipping your black dress, hiking it up and off you. you leaned in, finally able to kiss your boyfriend properly for the first time that night. you missed the feeling of his lips on yours. the shape of them fit perfectly with yours, and his tongue felt so soft as it tanged with yours in a fight of passion. he lifted your hips slightly off him so he could shimmy his pants down to his ankles.

eunseok used very little strength to lift you up once more, placing you on his cock as your walls clenched around him as you went down. you wrapped your arms around him, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck as you got lost bouncing and swaying up and down, left and right on eunseok. he had his head buried in your neck, letting out groans and pants of his own, fumbling with your tits.

you could tell he was close, and he was holding back from bucking himself into you. you hit your hand against the steam filled window, leaving a print trying to grab onto something as he hit the spot that your head spinning with each thrust. you looked out the window, the faint glow of the lights turning red, yellow, green, matching the pace you set with eunseok. there were no cars on the road, no souls to witness the oscene visual of you riding your boyfriend like your life depended on it.

your thighs were aching, and eunseok was losing his patience. he held onto your hips tightly, bringing your bodies closer together. chest to chest, hearts beating at speeds similar to 80 mph. holding your figure against his big frame, he lifted his hips up into you, meeting and producing a loud smack sound. "eun...seokie...i love you" you studdered out too drunk in a different way to think straight. an explosion going off as you felt him deep in your stomach, setting off fireworks as he said "i love you, darling".

not long after, eunseok released into you, you sat still ontop of him, too exhausted to move. as your breathing slowed, and your intoxication mixed with the high of sex wearing off, you brushed hair out of eunseoks eyes, staring into them, "thank you for always taking care of me." you whispered softly before placing a feathery kiss on his lips. he just nodded, not feeling like any more words needed to be shared.

you were his precious girl, needy, and sorta bratty at times, but still his and he would do anything for you. he pulled your dress back up, fixing the zipper, along with your underwear before picking you up once again, placing you back into your seat, reaching across to help you put your belt on. you felt his cum mixed with yours, sliding down your legs onto the seat but you didnt care it was a reminder that you always got what you wanted. after eunseok sitauted himself he kissed you on the cheek, "now lets get you in bed safely", he calmly said before turning the key in the ignition, pulling out of the lot, and hitting green lights all the way home.

[anadiasmount]

imagine you're dating jude but no one knows and you're at an event or game or whatever and you hear some girls talking about him and how he's so hot and blah blah blah and you're just sitting there smiling to yourself because no matter how much they talk, at the end of the day he comes home to you.

let’s say you’re back home and he’s cooking dinner for you after the match, and he’s just so excited and over the moon over the performance and goal! literally he cannot stop tapping about it and mentioning just how perfect it was.

you sat on the counter there quietly listening with the biggest grin on your face bc you love when he talks about his achievements and career, you could listen to him all day. it makes you not only super grateful but yet more trusted and wanted by this bc since your relationship was yet to be known by everyone.

“you’re awfully quiet? something on your mind?” he asks dropping the spatulas and striding over to you. placing a small kiss on your lips while he pulls you towards him, chest to chest. “nothing. i’m just so proud of you jude. it makes me so happy how far you’ve comed along in just months. and to be able here to support and love you along the way it the tip of the iceberg,” you grab his face a place a small kiss to his cheek, your lipstick leaving a mark behind.

you giggled at his confused reaction when you give him a teasing look, showing him that you were hiding something from him. jude groans and insists you tell him what you’re thinking of, “tell me please, you can’t give me that look and not say anything?”

when his big hands trail over your sides you moved around to try him to stop, your feet banging and making noise on the cabinets below as you try to free yourself from him. “fine fine. just be quiet! your mom is still here,” you say, motioning to bring his voice to a whisper or quiet voice.

your mind drifts back off to the game where you had been sitting patiently for the match to start. it was cold out so you kept playing with your beanie and scarf to get it warm and close to you. while getting distracted by the new stadiums latest features, your head cocks forward to the group of four girls who brought up your boyfriends name.

no one knew the two of you we’re together, you and jude agreeing to when time was right as all you wanted was to share the most right now when no one was seeing or being judgy. plus knowing how protective his fans are, you weren’t quite ready for their comments.

a blond girl spoke up about he different things he would do to him, the red head about how he gave out big dick energy, and the two brunettes were chatting how hot and talented he was, that it should be them supporting him, and only them. you sat there with your arms crossed and feeling buddy, an expression of wanting to let the world know he was your boyfriend.

“during the game the girls infront of me, kept going on and on of how hot and sexy you were, that you legit give out big dick energy, that’s you’re super talented and such a mommas boy. how they could treat you better and give you the world and it just made me laugh,” you chuckle and reenacted their voices and hang gestures, giving him a huge grin.

jude laughs loudly and throws his head back, forgetting the promise he had just done prior to keep his voice down. “little did they know my girlfriend was behind them, looking beautiful in my jersey and supporting me through the end, even if she didn’t agree with me to continue playing,” he says frowning in the last sentence.

“i’ll say it once and i’ll say it again, risks like even how small or big they are, should never be taken. but i can’t do anything about that, let alone you bc ik how stubborn and fearless you are,” you purse your lips together and hug him, feeling him let out a sigh of relief. “i’m just so happy to be here with you after all this time. i love you so so much you know? you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” you say softly kissing his neck, shoulder, and jaw.

“ i know baby, i know, but i only do it bc of the team and for me, we all need each other even in the worst timings. i won’t make it a habit though. and as for me being the best thing in your life, i can say the same. i’ve never met anyone like you, who’s loves me conditionally through my goods and bads, let’s me be the jude i want to be,” he closes the gap and kisses you feverently, whispering i love yous along your lips.

but then comes to a halt and groans, quickly sprinting to the stove where he freaks out over the food, “MY CHICKEN! ITS BURNING!”

[stardustloserdoll]

hii i was just wondering if you do angst and smut?

since i see it on your master list,

thank you!!🧡

yes i cann 🫡

only one for me

female reader

“y/n i swear i didn’t kiss her.” tom said pulling back on my shoulder, slapping his hand away i walked to the car.

“gimme the keys.” i said stopping in my tracks and holding my hand open. tom handed me the keys, snatching them away from him i unlocked the car, opening the door and slamming it. throwing the key in the cup holder.

tom ran to open his door and sat down in the seat. “y/n please listen to me.” i put on my seatbelt and crossed my arms looking out the window. tom sighed in defeat and got the key, starting the car.

“i’ll be on the balcony.” i mumbled walking towards the glass doors and sliding it open. once i got outside i sat down on the outside sofa. grabbing the cigarette pack and lighter on the small table. popping a cigarette in my mouth.

once i lit the cigarette i gently inhaled. removing the cigarette from my lips, exhaling as the heap of smoke traveled into the dim sky then faded into the city night.

i leaned my head back and closed my eyes. “can i sit here.” opening my eyes i glanced at tom, taking another drag. tom sat down and took the cigarette from my hand, putting it up to his mouth.

i glared at him and crossed my arms glancing at him as he exhaled the cigarette smoke. “she’s only an ex she means nothing to me. i told her i was with someone. she tried kissing me and i pulled her away from me.” tom sighed putting out the cigarette on the ash tray. “like i’m supposed to believe that.” i laughed looking at him.

“because i’m telling the truth y/n. you seriously are the best thing that’s happened in my life. okay? i love you.” tom said moving closer to me, putting his hand on my thigh.

i pursed my lips and looked down at his hand, placing mine on top of his. we both looked up, our eyes locking onto each other. “just kiss me.” i whispered pressing my lips onto his.

our clothes discarded, as we made our way into the bedroom. tom gently pushed me on the bed, kissing down my chest. “please tom..” i whispered in his ear, wrapping a leg around his waist. “patience baby..” tom whispered kissing down lower and lower.

“you want my fingers baby.” tom smirked, licking the side of his mouth to play with the metal on his lip. nodding my head i whispered a ‘please.’ slowly, tom inserted two fingers into my cunt.

“fuck..” i moaned feeling his fingers move in in out. “that feel good baby..” tom smirked, leaning down to kiss my lips. his pace quickening more, leaning down to lick at my leaking folds.

“keep going tom fuck.” i whimpered wrapped my arms around his shoulders. arching my back slightly, until tom ripped his fingers out of me. “come on tom really.. i was so close.” i cried out, watching one of his hands go to his cock stroking it.

“the best parts coming.” tom smirked as he teased his tip between my folds, thrusting inside slowly. “you okay?” tom whispered, putting his hands beside my head, my arms around his shoulders. nodding my head i felt him start to move, our moans in sync.

“fuck always feel so good baby, doing so good.” tom mumbled as he gripped the sheets, going faster. wrapping my legs around his waist, my nails dug into him. pleasure spreading over me, tom leaned down biting on my shoulder, muffling his moans.

“gonna come tom.” i whimpered, my lips leaning up to kiss him. “me too fuck.. come with me baby.” tom whispered against my lips, kissing me harder.

we both came, feeling tom come inside me. tom collapsed onto me, our breaths rapid. i pushed his locks aside putting a hand up to his cheek. “you’re the only one for me y/n..” tom whispered kissing my chest.

literally i cannot write smut at allll.

anyways..

GUYYYYSSSS OMG look at him

[inklore]

you are now legally required to supply me with some harwin smut

bewitching

pairing: harwin strong x princess!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: eighteen+ content, porn with very little plot, f receiving oral, daddy harwin eats pussy like it’s his last meal, he’s literally in love with reader, mutual pining, marking, reader can ride dragons therefore was written with being a targaryen in mind, insinuated that reader is a virgin, brief mentions of masturbation and dirty talk.

etc: could never say no to you my lovey, i hope this filth serves you well <3 it’s my first time writing in the got world so go easy on me!

“Ser—” the princess’ gasp is barely above that of a whisper, but in the desolate halls the sound echoes off the stone like a melody wrapped in silk, that lands at the heart of his desire and the head of his cock. “Harwin.”

“Do you wish me to stop, princess?”

Gods he prayed not, as his eyes looked down at you. The heavy heave of your chest—of the bare breast he just had in his mouth, tongue swirling, lips wrapped around your nipple.

A brief taste; longing looks from across crowded gatherings and fields, conversations that held more tension than a cast iron, that wicked smile that could bring forth the strongest of men to drop down in front of you—is all it took for a festering wound of affliction to blister deep in Ser Harwin Strong’s bravado.

If you were to push him away, to put an end to this, he’d go without trife. Happily give his princess what she wanted. You were not something to be conquered. To persuade. To overcome. You had become more to the Commander of the City Watch than he should have allowed on good conscience.

The magnetism that drew the two of you together finally coming to a head. Finally letting him press your back to the stone wall and seize his mouth to yours, his palms on your cheeks gentle when he felt the frenzy within his veins to swallow you whole.

To finally show you why he had dark circles rounding his eyes, sleep only finding him when your face was behind his eyelids—waking him in the late hours of the night in a hot sweat and a throbbing cock.

You held the reins of more than just dragons. Over Kings Landing. Over meek men who thought wrongly in thinking they deserved to breathe the same air as you, let alone ask to wed you.

“No,” you sigh. Pushing the heat between your legs along his thigh, the warmth burning through to his skin. Making his throat bob, “don’t stop, please.”

Harwin had no interest in making his princess beg. Plead.

He was here to serve you. To please you. To aid you in your own pleasure. To take honor in you letting him touch, taste, have you in this way like no other has before.

You held the reins over him; his lust, his desire, his affliction to simply be next to you. You had encompassed his mind, body and soul. And even the strongest of men cannot resist the bewitching of such a maiden with beauty and power.

You bring him to his knees like a wielded sword that he’s all too eager and willing to succumb to.

And as he moves down your trembling figure to his knees, pushing up your night dress, pulling your leg over his shoulder—his mouth moving along the inside of your thigh, teeth sinking in, your hips jutting, whimpers leaving your lips; he knows he holds those same reins over you.

That his affliction was yours.

That if he so desired he could have your front pressed to the stone and you’d let him take you with his cock right here. Fucking into your tight heat, palm over your mouth; you would beg then, plead for more.

A need appeased for the both of you.

He’d love nothing more.

A thought for next time. Right now, having you wither against his mouth as he runs a stripe up your wet folds, lips wrapping around that bud that has your fingers wrapping in his curls and tugging—is what his princess needs, what he needs.

The nightly images of you trembling below and against his broad frame, that flashed behind his eyes with his hand around his cock late at night, were mere delusions compared to the look of pleasure you were giving him each time your eyes looked down upon his.

Each time the tip of his tongue swirled around your clit, his grip on your thighs bruising, the deep grunt that vibrates through the halls each time he thinks of the marks he could be leaving on your skin to remember for later—the same mark you have left on his being.

He’d make the marks on your soft skin just as permanent, if you let him. If you allowed him between your legs again.

He would worship at his knees for the whole kingdom to see. Show his honor and devotion in the swipe of his tongue or the thrust of his cock, if it meant being beside you.

Having you. He'd beat down a million men, bloodied and hanging onto their lives the way your fingers are clinging to his shoulder, as your hips pump against his face.

“Ahh,” you gasp as he slips a thick finger in your tight heat. His finger twisting and pumping in time with his mouth against your folds, your clit, no part of your cunt going untouched by his tongue.

He wonders if this was your intention all along, when you slipped from your bed and down the desolate halls so late at night. Were you looking for him? The glint of happiness when you saw him round the corner was enough for him to have his mouth on you within seconds.

There’s a burning need in his gut to pull his mouth from your sex and press it against yours again, to feel those lips that tell the most beautiful tales, that speak his name like a lullaby—to silence you so you’re not caught; a death sentence that does little to put fear in him, but excitement instead.

When Harwin adds another finger it takes the restraint of a strong man not to pull you down onto him, to not plea to be inside those same walls that are gripping his fingers in a vice. Your moans growing louder as he fucks you with them with more vigor.

And when you finally come undone against his mouth, the way you gasp his name like you’re speaking to the Gods themselves, Harwin knows that he’s ours.

“Take me to bed,” his princess breathes against his mouth as he licks into yours, letting you taste your own sweetness.

“Yeah?” His grin is overzealous, hips grinding into your still throbbing heat, his leathers unable to conceal the thickness of his cock. Your eyes going wide at the lengthy drag of it against you, wariness in your eyes. His voice low against your lips, “it’ll fit, trust me princess. I have you. If you’re certain.”

Your nod is slow but sure. A kiss pressed to his wet mouth in certainty.

He will take your virtue and make it his own with the gentlest of licks from his mouth and strokes of his hips.

Never had he imagined himself to be a soft man. A man willing to go slow with the tide when an animalistic necessity of power went along with his given name.

But for his princess, softness is all he held.

There would come a time where heavy thrusts and rough fingers would be dug into your soft skin. But tonight the gentleness that came with savoring the moment is what you both needed.

[cat3ch1sm]

Idea:

Tamaki (Ohshc) with Fem!reader who dislikes him and finds him annoying. Reader always wears kimono dresses and has a little knife up her sleeve (FOR SELF DEFENSE PURPOSES ONLY). So sometime she hangs around with Haruki and the rest of the club come (she only tolerates Honey cause he looks a kid) and Tamaki starts his romantic antics and she gets pissed so she just swiftly throws the knife very close to his face saying "The next time I won't miss."

She goes to unplug the knife from the wall, accidentally caging Tamaki between her and the wall.

Honestly I have no more ideas,so just go ahead and finish it as you like.

🐸~ hi!! missed you in my inbox <33 thanks for your request! i hardly ever write for ohshc😭 hope u enjoy, ily

˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖ fem!reader, knives

“It’s nice to spend some time alone with you,” Haruhi confessed, smiling a little awkwardly with a small laugh. “The host club has been all over me lately. I can hardly go to the bathroom without one of them on my tail.”

You and your friend, Haruhi Fujioka, were sitting outside in the courtyard of Ouran High School. Cherry blossom trees surrounding you and the occasional petal or two fluttered down into either of your hair, a gentle breeze blowing on your long dress. It was a free period, meaning students could simply do as they pleased for forty-five minutes. You hadn’t gotten to see Haruhi as often as you used to, so you were glad to steal your friend away for at least a little while.

“I agree.” You nodded, smiling as well. “Only time I’ve gotten to see you lately is when you’re with that infernal host club- and you know I can’t stand them.” Your smile faltered a little, and you folded your arms across your chest, the sleeves of your kimono rustling. “And I only tolerate Honey because he literally looks like a little kid. It feels morally wrong to hate him.”

Haruhi laughed out loud. “Senpai- sorry, Tamaki still bothering you?”

“To no end,” you replied bitterly, rolling your eyes.

“Yeah, he can be pretty persistent. There was a phase for a minute when he was absolutely obsessed with me.” Haruhi cringed as she recalled it. Then she smiled again. “Luckily, when you came into the picture Tamaki totally forgot about me.”

You pursed your lips in a sour manner. “Yeah, you owe me for the rest of your life.”

“I know, I know!”

Haruhi’s amusement was contagious, and the two of you just sat there giggling for a minute before your laughter was cut through with a shrill scream of “Haruhiiiiiiiiiii!”

Haruhi immediately stopped laughing, her expression dropping as her eyes widened. You made a face, recognizing the yell instantly.

Tamaki came barreling towards the two of you, followed from a distance by the rest of the Host Club, tearing through the throngs of students until he finally reached you both.

“Haruhi! I’ve been looking for you all over!” Tamaki cried dramatically, throwing his arms around Haruhi in an exaggerated embrace. Haruhi let out a groan and thrashed around in his grip, snapping at him to get off, but he wasn’t listening. “Daddy was so worried when you weren’t in the music room! Free periods are our busiest time, and we can’t operate without our star host- well, second star host,” Tamaki whined.

“Senpai, I’m with a friend right now,” Haruhi grunted in annoyance, trying to pry his arms off of her. “Do you mind?”

“What friend could possibly be more important than being with us at the host club?” Tamaki demanded, turning vehemently- and that’s when he caught sight of you. You let out a weary sigh, already knowing what was coming next as the blonde’s eyes widened and that irritating lovesick expression softened his face. “Oh- it’s you, Y/N!” Tamaki exclaimed joyfully, abruptly releasing Haruhi and coming to stand in front of you. Haruhi dropped to the ground with a yelp, but when you moved to help her up, Tamaki blocked your way.

“You cannot be serious,” you muttered, dropping your head in exasperation. So much for a quiet period with Haruhi.

Tamaki, as usual, was oblivious to your obvious disinterest. “Why, Y/N- you’re looking even more radiant than usual today! Your skin is absolutely radiant in the sun.” He had that familiar gleam in his eye, the one that usually made girls’ knees buckle and cheeks flush, but all it did was piss you off. “May I humbly ask you to accompany the Host Club and I back to the music room? Such a dull place it is without your lovely presence…” Tamaki sighed as if in distress and placed the back of his hand on his forehead like a swooning maiden. You could practically see the sparkles gleaming off of him, and to be honest, it made you nauseous.

“Mhm,” you answered flatly. “I’ll pass, thanks.”

The rest of the host club had caught up with Tamaki by now, Kyoya and Mori helping a disgruntled Haruhi off the ground where Tamaki had dropped her. One of the girl’s arms in his grip, Kyoya glanced up from behind his glasses, watching the scene between you and Tamaki. “Clearly, Tamaki, she’s very interested in joining you,” he remarked sarcastically. “What a ray of sunshine, hm?”

“Like you’re much better,” you muttered in response. Tamaki hardly noticed Kyoya’s disdain, though.

“You’re interested?” he exclaimed, and before you could react he took your hands in his, twirling you around in a very theatric fashion that, much to your dismay, drew the attention of passersby. “Wonderful! To have someone like you join me at the Host Club… truly you are the most beautiful of them all.”

Your expression remained stony as you broke away from Tamaki’s grasp, smoothing down your kimono and blowing stray strands of hair out of your face. “You say that to every girl you meet,” you answered sourly.

Tamaki paused for a second in surprise, a slightly guilty expression appearing on his face. “Well, yes, but I only really mean it when I say it to you,” he offered sheepishly, hitting you with another one of those disgustingly blinding bright smiles. You let out a heavy sigh in response, and with your patience thinning you thought it best to not say anything.

“Wow, is free period almost over?” you asked offhandedly, checking an imaginary watch on your wrist. “Maybe I should be going-“

“Nonsense!” Tamaki exclaimed. “We still have twenty-five minutes left.” He suddenly reached for your hair, and before you could duck he plucked a pink petal from your head. Grimacing, you watched as he gazed at the petal with a downright corny amount of fondness as he brought it to his face.

“This flower was caught in your hair,” Tamaki explained, his voice sickeningly sweet, and you fought the urge to hit yourself in the head. “You are such a radiant creature that even the flowers wish to remain by your side. I will cherish it forever- as a token of your beauty.”

Tamaki’s dramatic antics had drawn something of a crowd by now- really just a handful of fawning girls who clung to every word he was saying to you. At this last remark they let out a collective squeal that made you wince. Behind Tamaki, Haruhi sent you an apologetic look.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, thoroughly exasperated. “Well, that’s definitely unnecessary. I’ll be going now-“

“But, my love, wait-“ Tamaki started, grabbing your hands again- but by now you’d had more than enough. All in one move, you tore your hands out of his, reached into the large sleeve of your kimono, pulled out a throwing knife, and hurled it at Tamaki with alarming accuracy. It was sheer luck that Tamaki wasn’t impaled through the face, dodging at the last minute, and the knife instead buried itself into a tree directly behind him.

The people around you went dead silent. Haruhi’s eyes were wide as frying pans and the host club members besides Mori and Kyoya wore equally disquieted expressions on their faces. Honey rushed to cower behind Mori’s long legs. Tamaki, eyes wide as well, was frozen against the tree, the knife barely an inch from his temple.

Not even noticing the looks of alarm directed at you, you tsked in slight frustration with yourself for missing. Keeping your gaze straight ahead, you walked straight up to Tamaki, who didn’t move an inch but whose eyes followed you like lasers, and pinning him just beneath you you roughly yanked the knife from the bark of the tree. But before pulling away with your knife in hand, you placed your lips at Tamaki’s ear, making sure only he could hear what you were going to say next.

“Next time I won’t miss.”

[moodywyrm]

Not annoying at all, as a matter of fact I'd love to know those thoughts if you don't mind sharing 👀

omg hi!! im so normal abt this totally didn't freak out when this came in <3 also this got,,,,, a lil out of hand I fully intended on just doing hcs but I can never follow the plan to save my life so <3

abby and a gf with nipple piercings ,,,,, where do I start,,

if you've had them since Before you two got together, they're such a fun little surprise that she discovers and promptly goes insane over. because the first time she sees them isn't during sex, it's during a sleepover.

you're staying over at Abby's for the first time and, because you're gonna sleep there, you're not wearing a bra. the fabric of your sleep shirt is thin, so the second you walk out of the bathroom after having changed into your pajamas, Abby zones in on the lil bumps under your shirt. because she knows what nipples look like and those have something Special to 'em. but she doesn't want to bring it up to you because what if you think she's a creep for staring? (spoiler: you don't! this is abby fucking Anderson! she could anything and you're like whatever you say momma)

but she cannot stop fucking staring! especially if you have fun jewelry, like the hearts. you're sitting back against her chest, trying to just Watch The Movie, but you can feel Abby's eyes boring into you. The neckline of your shirt is low, stretched out from years of use, and she can just barely see the tops of your tits, and Jesus fuck she's gonna start drooling if she keeps imagining how pretty your tits must look with pierced nipples. Her hands are resting on your tummy, but she wants so so badly to drag them up just enough to brush against your nipples.

She's so not slick about it either, twitchy hands creeping up your tummy until you huff and grab them. "You okay there, Abs?"

"I- Uh, um, yeah, I'm fine, why?"

"Because you're all nervous and shit, is it 'cause I'm staying over?"

You hear her swallow, and shift you around until you're straddling her lap, staring at her with concern. "No, no it's not that, promise."

"Then what it is?" You ask, rubbing at her shoulders to try and soothe her. As you do, you see her eyes flit down to your chest and it clicks. "Oh, I see."

There's a lilt in your voice that makes Abby sweat, suddenly very needy for the weight of you in her lap. "Uh, um, I don't know what you're talking about."

You lean forward, pressing your arms in a bit closer, arching your back to push your chest forward. "I think you do."

Abby gulps, and you take the opportunity to pull one of her hands from your waist and slide it up under your shirt until her finger tips are brushing at the hard metal jewelry.

"Shit," Abby gulps, her entire body on edge. She looks up at you with these big, needy eyes, borderline whimpering, "Can I?"

"Go ahead, baby"

And she's off, rolling the buds between her finger tips with one hands and helping you pull your shirt off with the other. Once it's off, Abby whines, taking in the sight of your pierced nipples, harsh metal against soft skin.

She leans forward, pulling one nipple into her mouth and toying with the piercing, giddy with the way you moan for her.

"Sh-shit, that's it baby," You whimper, holding the back of her head to your chest and panting.

Abby's moans are muffled, her praises only heard in the split seconds were she detaches to suck at your other nipple.

"So – mmh– so fucking pretty"

"Mmm, can't get enough of these – mmh– pretty fucking tits–mmh – fuck"

She's pawing at you, trying to grind your hips down into her as she's sucking at your nipples, trying and failing to keep her composure. Your tits are covered in spit and bite marks, nipples swollen and needy when Abby pulls away and presses a rough kiss to your lips, making you throb.

"Go get on the bed baby, gotta grab something."

n e wayz she's so. abby please. literally want nip piercings so bad abby pls one chance just one <3

also: abby with her gf's nipple piercings

[warpedpuppeteer]

Short silly Buddie mpreg drabble because I could not get the thought of Buck being obsessed with Eddie's little baby bump out of my head. And I know Buck will yap non stop at the baby bump and Eddie will simply indulge him, the love struck fool 🥹

The scratch of Buck's stubble against him is slightly ticklish but he's so used to it by now that he doesn't even move. He however does muster enough energy to pull at his boyfriend's curls. "Buck that's enough, c'mon". Buck finally stops and looks at him forlornly.

"Absolutely not", Eddie tells him sternly. Buck, the man-child that he cannot believe he's in love with, sighs sadly, places one last kiss onto his stomach and finally moves up to lie next to him, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth, "can't help myself Eddie, it's so cute".

A smile tugs at his own lips,equal parts exasperated and fond. Buck's hand migrates down to his stomach, under the soft shirt he's wearing that might be Buck's actually, and cradles the little baby bump that has started to show. His hand is big and gentle, slightly possessive. Warmth curls down Eddie's spine.

"It hasn't changed in the span of five days Buck. Still the same size. You've literally done nothing but spend time obsessing over it", he reprimands him but the effect is ruined by him nuzzling into Buck's neck. He reaches down, placing his own hand over Buck's on the bump.

He had noticed it while he was alone at home, after a nice warm shower. He'd passed the mirror and had done a double-take when he realized that from the side, he can visibly see the bump. He had stood there curling his hands around it for almost an hour before he had called Buck.

Ever since, his boyfriend has been obsessed with his baby belly. Talking to it constantly and singing lullabies and placing a thousand kisses on it and even falling asleep on it, ears pressed close as if he could hear the lump of cells.

Eddie is absolutely positive their child is going to come out being a yapper just like one of her fathers.

"She's growing so fast", Buck says softly. Eddie hums in agreement. They hadn't really had much hope; tests after tests coming back saying their chances were slim to none but Buck is, if anything, determined, his freaky super swimmers defying science to knock him up soon after the multiple disappointing medical appointments.

They don't really know the gender of the baby yet, and Eddie is comfortable in not knowing but Buck swears up and down that it's going to be a girl. Eddie would love any baby equally but he can admit there's something sweet in the excitement of having a baby girl; about Buck being a dad to a baby girl.

He knows Buck would be an amazing dad already. Christopher is the living proof; Buck is always doting on him despite his teenage grumblings and Chris loves him to the moon and back.

He could't wait to see Buck cradling a baby in his big arms; one that he doesn't have to give away.

Buck has already baby proofed their home and Eddie has stumbled upon his online shopping cart filled with baby furniture, toys and cute onesies. Their baby is about to be so spoiled. It's going to be fantastic, Eddie couldn't wait.

He turns to his side and pulls Buck down for a thorough kiss. Buck grins at him. "What's that for?". Eddie shrugs. "Just because. Now shut up and stop bothering my baby bump, I want to sleep". Buck laughs and puts his arm around Eddie, pulls him even closer.

"I'd say the hormones are making you grumpy but I know that's not the case, it's just your natural state", Buck ribs him. Eddie kicks him on the shin. Buck doesn't even flinch, laughs louder, tucks Eddie into his chest and kisses his forehead.

There's a flutter in Eddie's belly, maybe the baby, maybe indigestion or maybe it's the love radiating from Buck, either way Eddie let's it wash over him in waves. Buck is here. And Chris is in his room. And their baby is growing everyday. Eddie is finally home, sweet home.

ib me going feral over his flat tummy:

[i4bellingham]

Hii! Can i request one where jude’s girlfriend is addicted to shopping like she literally CANNOT stop going into store after store, basically drags jude around 😭😭

THE SHOPPING QUEST : jude bellingham x reader

　　　　

This is the fifth store you've went to, dragging poor Jude for the last two and a half hour from one shop to another.

The only good thing about this situation is that you've only bought a few things and that you seem to enjoying your time well.

And for Jude, your happiness matters the most even if it means spending his free time entering one store after the other, he'll gladly do it all over again.

“This will be the last store we'll go to, I promise.” You tell him with a sheepish smile as you drag him inside a clothing store.

Jude nods his head in response and although he doesn't necessarily believe that this will be the last store you're going to visit, he simply follows after you.

Inside, the chic boutique has an array of clothes that Jude himself normally opts to wear in a daily basis. He finds himself roaming his eyes around the four walls of the store, dropping your two shopping bags on the waiting lounge as you disappeared behind the multiple racks to start browsing.

Jude walks over to the jackets that were hang, fingers reaching out to touch the material of the clothing as he starts pondering on what to buy himself.

Your boyfriend doesn't spend much time with his own shopping, deciding to get an oversized black jacket before he's lining at the counter all by himself.

And yet you were still nowhere present even after he's already got his purchase all checked out, thanking the lady behind the cash register.

Knowing your indecisive nature, you're probably nitpicking every clothing item you set your eyes on. With that in mind, Jude leaves his paper bag besides your other things, nodding thanks at the nearby staff looking over your previous purchases from the other stores before he's on his way to find you.

“This color is quite cute but it doesn't really suit my skin tone...”

After a mindless search for five minutes, Jude finds you standing in between two aisle holding up two knitted cardigans on your hand, two of which are very different in colors and style.

“I like this soft lilac color but the knitted flowers are just throwing me off...” You mutter underneath your breath, not an ounce of wariness in your surroundings as you continue to compare the two items.

Jude thinks you're very adorable as you pout your lips, holding the hanger of the lilac cardigan against your chest then switching to the cream white one before letting out a groan of frustration.

“Don’t you already have a ton of knitted cardigans at home?”

You jump at the sound of your boyfriend's amused remark, turning your body to face him with the pout still on your lips.

“Help me?”

Jude chuckles before he's approaching you. “You sure you want another cardigan in your growing collection?”

“Never been so sure in my entire life.” With a soft sigh, Jude spends another twenty minutes of his time helping you pick out yet another knitted cardigan to add in your pile back at home.

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“I know I already said this but I swear this is the last store then we'll go eat, yeah?”

Jude chuckles at your attempt to convince him and yourself that this is the last store; a jewelry shop this time after you told him an hour ago that the store where you bought a very soft cardigan was gonna be the last one.

Jude kisses the side of your head before he lets himself be dragged by you inside the store for the nth time.

Shining accessories greeted both of your eyes, all secured in rectangular glass boxes that shimmered against the artificial light of the shop.

You immediately walk towards the watch section for men, prompting a confused frown on Jude's face as he follows after you.

This definitely confuses him. Jude knows none of your male relatives have birthdays for this month so the bafflement was certainly welcomed. Yet he simply shuts his mouth as you remained focus on observing the many types of wrist watch in the display case.

Do you have a male friend with a nearing birthday? Or was it perhaps someone asked you to buy a watch for them because they couldn't go to the store themselves because of certain reasons? Questions piled inside Jude's head but he didn't voice any of his queries out, instead letting you focus on finding whatever watch you needed for this trip.

He watches you for a few minutes, before you're abruptly taking his wrist and holding it against the glass case with a knitted brow; a sign that means you're laser-focused on the task at hand. With this, Jude's frown deepens.

“What are you doing-?”

“Do you have any particular allergies to certain materials? Like on leather or silver?”

Jude shakes his head. “No. Why?”

You face him, gesturing at the display case behind you. “I want to buy you a watch before you go back to Germany. Thought you could use it because you tend to shove your phone deep inside your bag that you sometimes tend to overlook the timeㅡand also because I just think that you'd look absolutely fantastic with classic wrist watch.”

Jude's heart warms at your first reason, an amused snort threatening to leave him after hearing the second one. But there is a problem with your quote “classic wrist watch” though which is just basically an analog watch.

“I don’t want to break your heart love but I don’t know how to look at the time on analog watch.”

“...Oh.”

It's safe to say that you dragged him to a nearby apple store for an apple watch instead because of that.

　

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21 shopping bags.

Four on your hands and 8 on Jude’s. The remaining 9 inside his car.

The store number was already lost after the both of you went inside Versace, adding two more bags to put the tally on twelve and visiting two more stores before giving into the angry rumble of your stomach.

After the brunch, the both of you visited five more stores, all of which the store names flew over Jude's head as you dragged him to sit on the lounge area of every store.

He already gave up on your promises that the current shop will be the last one, thinking that the entire afternoon will be spent inside the mallㅡthe 2nd mall of the today’s trip and knowing you, you'll most likely drag him to a gaming or athletic shop to make up for the tremendous amount of energy and time that you made Jude spend on this day alone. Even though you really didn't have to.

And that's exactly what happened. Dragging him to Nike after swearing on your life that this will be the last store of the day, like ever. There was still a lingering bit of skepticism from Jude but he lets you anyways, turns out, it was indeed your last visited store.

You had him pick whatever he wanted in the shop, despite his protests that he can purchase the things himself, you simply countered his objections by recalling the many many times that he refused to let you pay in dates and shopping trips when you visited him in Germany, watching with a triumph smirk as he recalled the memories of him spending thousands after thousands of money on you during your visitations.

To sum it all up, you both managed to collect 30 shopping bags in total that definitely weren't a hassle to carry back to your flat even with the elevator in the building.