#they bite their tongue between their teeth when they smile like rose did. they try to hug people the way jack harkness once hugged them.

[quietwingsinthesky]

i think about even taking things from the people around them they love and making them a part of themself, and i am filled with joy. and then i think about them picking up the master's habit of tapping out a drumbeat rhythm and replicating it as their own nervous stim, and i feel ill.

[quimichi]

≡;- ꒰ °HOW THEY EAT YOU OUT ꒱ - MDNI

Pt. 1

TW: sexual content,

SUMMARY: how 6 hsr guys eat you out ♡

CHARACTERS: Argenti, Arlan, Aventurine, Blade, Boothill & Caelus x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 812

Argenti

“Yes, that's it my rose. I don’t think i will ever get tired of this sight.”

Despite how he many times he's seen you like this - Argentis cheeks will flush a beautiful red and his chest is rising and falling quickly. You are utterly beautiful. His fingers pushe more slick out of you, and he can’t help but lean in to lap it up, humming at the taste of you along his taste buds that the movement grants him.

“Such a delightful taste....hah- is this all it takes to make yoi quiver?” he can't help but close his eyes as he buries himself deeper between your folds. You're ’re so sensitive. His fingers keep their pace and when you throb around his slender digits he can’t help but moan into you, he feels it just like you. “Don't be scared my love, as your boyfriend it's my duty to make you cum.”

Arlan - aged up!

“oh-!” he's doing all this for the first time, he can't help but be just as surprised with his actions like you. You have to bite your lip, he's way to cute right now, and does it way to well.

Arlans nose knocks against your clit a second later, followed by him lewdly slurping at the bundle of nerves like he’s kissing it better from the soreness.

He felt like he is on cloud nine and it only makes him feel even better when he feels you begin to tense. You're so close, he can feel it, and hear it. It’s almost immediate the way he feels your thighs begin to wrestle against him as you desperately try to close your legs at the pure pleasure.

“Gonna make you cum, gonna make you cum real good”

Aventurine

You feel the way he smiles against your pussy, teasingly. He knew he'd make you beg for it in under 5 minutes. “heh- now that was easy, wasn't it.” he sends another kiss against your clit, breathing heavy against your folds as his fingers move to spread you open, making more space for him. God, sometikes he just wants to shove his faces as deep as he can into your wet and warm pussy and stay there.

His eyes are on you the entire time, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks from bottom to top again, smirking like a mad man.

“Damn, loon at you darlin', all puddy in my hands."

Blade

“What did i tell you? Hold fucking still.” Blade grits his teeth. He pulls away from your wet cunt to glare up at you, lowkey makes you scared. You’re so close, so damn close, the last thing you want is him pulling away. With the last bit of self control you got left, you try your best not to squirm around. You know better than to disobey him.

He’s messy and merciless when he eats your pussy. Hes covered, nose to chin with your juices. He closes his lips around your clit, giving it a harsh suck. He’s exploring your pussy with his tongue before it’s swirling around your clit with the purpose of prolonging your blissful state, watching you with heavy eyes as he feels himself get turned on by the expression on your face. You can't help but whine, you want to cum.

"Patience...patience..."

Boothill

His arms wrapped around your thighs leaving you helplessly trapped in this sick game of him over stimming you till you can’t anymore. Tears couldn’t help but fall from your eyes as you begged him that it was just “t-too much”. But you weren’t convincing enough. After all your hips were bucking into his face when you were just so close to cumming again, leaving you whiny and breathless after each time.

Can't be to much when you're this needy — “f-fuck.. i c-can’tplease” your voice shaking, desperately you run your hands through his soft hair to pull him even closer despite your words.

“what a fucking liar you are...”

Caelus

The way his fingers come down on your clit, slapping the bud quickly, he stares at you from between your thighs. He’s watching the way your pussy swallows up two of his fingers.

“You truly are so pretty.” Caelus whispers almost love drunk. You feel too hot, you're sweating, like he’s worshipping you from where he’s resting on his knees at the end of the bed, leaving your hips to hang from the mattress so he can have you. He holds your thighs in his hands, gripping them hard so he can contain himself. He feels like hes getting mad, crazy at your taste. His tounge fucks itself in and out of your hole, almost like it has a mind on its own. His eyes roll back into his skull, is he liking this more than you?

"More, want more of you, pretty girl."

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[beenbaanbuun]

warm touches - choi jongho

words - 1.4 k

genre - smut, fluff

warnings - fingering (f receiving), praise, gendered language (good girl), dom!jongho if you squint

You’d almost zoned out completely when a warm chest pressed to your spine and familiar arms around your waist brought you back to reality. The smile that rose to your face was completely instinctual, seeming to make an appearance whenever Jongho was in your immediate vicinity.

The scent of the bacon crackling away in the pan seemed to have finally drawn him out of your plush bed sheets, guiding his sleepy form to where you were standing over the stove, spatula in hand.

“G’morning,” Jongho mumbled seconds before pressing a kiss to the exact spot where your crew neck met your shoulder. You couldn’t help but smile as he nuzzled his nose into your soft skin.

“Behave,” you jokingly warned him, “if I burn the bacon I’m going to blame it on you.”

“I’m not doing anything,” sleepiness seeped into his voice, his usually soft cadence dropping an octave. It fell over you like a warm blanket and you let yourself lean your body weight against him.

“Sure you're not, Jongho.”

You could feel the way he smiled into your neck, bared teeth brushing against you as soft laughter fell from his pretty lips. It was contagious, forcing a giggle from your own mouth.

“I’m really not,” he said, “it's you who can't keep your mind away from the gutter for more than two minutes.”

“The gutter?”

“Yes, the gutter.”

There was a familiar inflection in his tone. One that only ever came out when he wanted to rile you up.

“Well, I’m sorry that my boyfriend is mouthing my neck like he wants nothing more than to take me back to bed.”

He cackled at that, burying his face even further into your shoulder. You thought it was cute until you felt him nip at your skin with his canines. You jumped in surprise, eyes going wide. Jongho kept you pressed to his front.

“And would it be so bad if I did?”

His tongue smoothed over the mark his teeth had left and you couldn’t help but shudder.

“Now who has their mind in the gutter?” He just smiled. “I’m just trying to do something cute and make us breakfast and you’re over here trying to find your way into my pants.”

He hummed into your neck, pretending to be deep in thought.

“Well, actually,” he lay his hand flat against your stomach, “if I wanted to ‘find my way into your pants,’ I could just do this.”

His hand snaked lower, fingers dipping into the waistband of your sleep shorts. He halted for just a second or two, just to test the waters and see if you’d stop him.

You didn't.

Another kiss was pressed to your neck as his hand completely disappeared into your shorts. Wordless praise for letting him do what he wanted, you supposed. Not that you yourself didn't want it. You were just much too proud to admit that.

A soft gasp left you as a fingertip found its way to your clit, slowly circling it in a way that Jongho knew would drive you insane. It was just hard enough to bring you pleasure, but too soft to actually do anything. Too delicate to bring you anywhere close to a climax.

You put the spatula down as he began to nibble at your neck, alternating between sharp bites and soothing kisses. It made you dizzy, just how quickly he could switch from one to the other whilst still keeping the same pressure and pace with his fingers. Perhaps he’d just had enough practice with your body to know exactly what to do to get you worked up. To get you into that hazy state of mind where you’d do anything to be his good girl. Obedient and pliant and willing to let him please you.

“Ah-ah, baby,” he muttered, “we don't want the bacon to burn, do we?”

You shook your head.

“That's what I thought. Pick up the spatula.”

For all you cared, the bacon could burn to the point of it being nothing more than a pile of ash, and yet your fingers found themselves wrapped around the handle of the spatula embarrassingly quickly. A quiet ‘good girl’ was whispered in your ear as you did so. You hated the way you whimpered at his praise, but the both of you knew just how much you loved to hear it. You were his good girl, after all.

You tried so hard to focus on the bacon in the pan, pushing it from side to side while he toyed with your body. It was difficult to concentrate with the lazy patterns he was drawing on your sensitive bud, but you could power through. It wasn't too hard to desensitise yourself to the pit of pleasure that sat at the base of your pubis as your wrist guided the spatula around the pan.

But you would be a complete fool to think for even a second that Jongho wouldn't pick up on that. That the second he noticed you managing a little too well, he wouldn't change up the pace of his fingers, adding more and more pressure until you let out a soft moan and your knees began to buckle.

The other arm that he had kept wrapped around your waist kept you securely pressed against his chest as he continued with his ministrations. He let out a cockly chuckle into your neck as you whimpered.

“That's my gorgeous girl,” you could feel the pressure in your stomach building as he whispered the gentle words into your ear, “letting me play with you while you make us breakfast. You’re so good for me, aren’t you? Take such good care of me, don’t you?”

You nodded.

“Hm, even when you’re so close to the edge, you’re still cooking for me. Your pretty little hands are shaking, baby. Are you close?”

Again, you nodded.

“Oh, baby,” he cooed, “cum for me, my pretty girl. Want to make you feel good, hm? Take care of you the way you take care of me.”

And just like that, the ball of tension that had been building up within you was released. As his fingers worked you through it, you couldn't help but let your head tip back against his shoulder. Bliss overcame you and your hand on the spatula came to a stop as you let it. He didn’t comment on it though, letting you feel everything until finally, he pulled his fingers away from your core and out of your shorts.

You were still breathing heavily with your body leaning against his when that very same hand, fingers still sticky with your juices, joined your own on the handle of the spatula. Wordlessly, he helped you push the bacon around, flipping a piece or two whenever they needed it.

And when it was done, he plated it up. Each rasher of bacon was placed carefully onto the bread you’d buttered just moments before he made his appearance downstairs. He closed the sandwiches with one hand, the other never letting go of your waist even now that you were perfectly capable of standing on your own two feet.

“Hands,” he said, simply, as he lifted one of the plates up. You held them out to him, letting him pass it to you before picking up his own and shuffling the two of you over to the table. His plate was placed upon the table before he un-gracefully sat down in a chair, pulling you onto his lap barely a second later.

You let him manhandle you until you were sitting sideways on his lap, finally able to see his face. If he hadn't made you cum minutes prior, you would've said he looked almost innocent with his sleepy eyes and the bed-head he was sporting. There was no evidence of the dirty words he’d whispered in your ear or the bite marks he’d left upon your neck.

In fact, the only thing that managed to convince you that it wasn't all some deluded daydream was the way that his fingers glistened with your wetness as he lifted the bacon sandwich to his mouth. If the atmosphere hadn't so clearly shifted to one of domesticity, you might have taken those fingers in your mouth and cleaned them off for him.

Now, though, the idea seemed much too vulgar, and Jongho looked much too cute. Perhaps another time, you thought to yourself as you picked up your own sandwich and took a bite.

[ultrone]

rewatching s1 rn and im just imagining lottie as a gf >_< watching her go from so sweetie pie to cult leader would be such a ride but it’d be kinda hot. like as she got more into it, she would be taking you to the alter and eating you out because it’s what the wilderness needs

🫀 ♰ ┈ 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 ��𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗼.

Your thighs were trembling, but the brown-haired girl between them held them firmly in place.

It was midnight when Lottie woke you up with urgency. She claimed to have received a vision from the wilderness, and she insisted that you needed to fulfill it that very night, under the light of the full moon.

You never expected the wilderness to ask for something like this—but… did it really?

You didn't mind, though, because the way Lottie's warm tongue flickered against your beating clit was enough to make all your thoughts disappear in almost an instant.

You were lying in the middle of an altar, resting on a soft blanket. A pretty crown made of flowers adorned your head, and a small symbol drawn with Lottie's blood rested on your forehead. Your hands were searching for something to hold onto, but all they could find was the dirt and rose petals scattered around you.

Your legs were outstretched and being held by Lottie's hands, as she slowly and insatiably licked your wet pussy from the bottom to the top, finishing the motion with an excruciatingly slow circle around your clit, then sucking on it repeatedly.

She looked lost in a daze, almost hypnotized. Her hair was messy, and her mouth was dripping wet, sucking on your centre as if her life depended on it. She was so eager—and hungry—that it felt like she was devouring you, giving out low groans as she tasted your sweet flavour.

"S-so fuckin’ good,” you babbled, unable to speak clearly as you felt her groans vibrate against your swollen clit.

"You have to give in, Y/n," she mumbled against your centre, "It's so hungry... It won't stop until you give in," she added, tightening her grip on your now bruised thighs.

Your hands instinctively flew to her head as you felt her tongue begin to penetrate your needy hole, gliding in and out of your walls as her nose rubbed against your abused nub. "I-I’m close,” you moaned out as you pulled her impossibly closer, feeling yourself near the edge.

She tightened her grip on your thighs and started sucking more forcefully. "—fuck Lottie,” you whimpered, squeezing your eyes tightly. Her tongue slid faster and faster around your clitoris, flicking it back and forth and softly biting at it with her teeth, making your back arc in pleasure and your vision turn hazy.

You released a few more loud moans before you came all over her mouth, drenching it and her chin with your cum.

As you caught your breath, your chest heaved rapidly, trying to recover, while your fingers in her hair gradually loosened their grip. She gently licked you a few more times as you came down from your high, allowing your muscles to relax completely. Once she finished cleaning you with her tongue, she slowly crawled up your body and positioned herself close to your face. Leaning in, she whispered in your ear, "You did really well."

Then, she shifted slightly and tenderly kissed your forehead, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind your ear. Resting her hand against your cheek, she gazed deeply into your eyes, her pupils dilated with desire. "The wilderness is now pleased with you," she began softly, "You'll see," she added with a gentle smile.

i know this was just a thought but it was so hot i had to write a blurb 😭 i’ve also been busy writing long fics and i wanna feed y’all more,, mwah <33

[yoke9494]

💋 Interrupted. (Shinichiro/F.reader)

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Like the title says...

*Short interrupted smut.

*Mikey is a sweetheart who doesn't know any better yet... or does he?

*Lotta babbling... sorry!

*if spelling/grammar mistakes bother you. Don't read if it does. ♥️

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6:25 am....

The kids needed to be up by 7.. School by 8:30. Mikey needed to be fed and Emma's hair needed to be braided by ONLY YOU. She claimed her brother never did it right..

Shin was great at alot of things. For one, he was the best boyfriend in the world, err-- well, in your eyes he was.

Protective and caring, that type of goofy that made your heart jump. So sweet and--

Your fingers dig into Shins hair and pulled. Back arching off his bed, teeth biting down on the larger palm that kept you quiet.

You could feel your boyfriend smirking up at you from between your legs. His other hand keeping one thigh open enough as you tried to shut them.

Your breathing ragged while Shins tongue still swirled around your clit. Only slowing down to let your high slightly settle. Once your thighs stopped shaking your poor abused bud found its way back into his mouth. He'd switch from flicking his tongue against it to slowly sucking. Lightly grazing you with his teeth the second you took your eye off of him.

But you couldn't keep them on him forever... No matter how beautiful he looked between your legs. Your voice was shaky and weak, Muffled by his palm. "Shin stop. We need to get up already."

You nearly whined when he let go of your bud with a wet *pop*. This was what you wanted right? Why did your breath hitch and your pussy throb when Shin finally showed you more than just his eyes.

You wanted him so bad...

Lidded eyes and pupils fully blown. The bottom half of his face covered in your cum and his spit... it rolled down his neck and didn't seem to bother him one bit.. it never did.

"Don't worry baby. We have plenty of time."

What did he mean? What was he doing? And why weren't you stopping him?

That goofy smile of his when your thighs opened wider as he crawled up from his spot. You bit your lip to keep you from making too much noise while Shin left small wet kisses on your body. Your hand is now taking over his previous job at keeping you quiet, while both his hands palmed your chest.

There was plenty of time! But the way you liked to be organized and early... Well, your brain kept telling you there wasn't... So what were you doing?

Your hands shot up to Shin's chest to try and hold him back. But your hips rose and grinded against his length. He stared down at you while you used him to get yourself off. His cock wet and slippery as it rubbed between your puffy lips. He could cum just like this-- he has! And he loved nothing more than making you a mess with his release. Painting you with his-- He shook his head, thinking like that always made his heart jump. Because it always reminded him that you were his and only his.

But that's not what he wanted to do today. He wanted to claim you a different way-- He wanted himself deep inside, He wanted to..

A hiss left his mouth when his head slipped onto your entrance. Your soft warm hand wrapped around his length as you guided him in.

He guessed he took too long teasing you, he wanted to a little more but damn you felt so good. You taking control from under him turned him on to no end..

He wanted to be romantic in a way. Whisper sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked you nice n' slow.

But the way your warm walls sucked him in and pulsed around his cock. He completely lost it..

Shoving the rest of his dick into you had him groaning into your neck. Your body shook from the pleasure and pain.

He wasn't going to last long and neither were you. Looks like this was going to be a quick one.. it's okay he'd try to be sweet and shit again later...

You both were so loud and he didn't care. The wet slap of each thrust nearly drowning out both your noises.

It hurt so much but you loved it. The way Shins tip bullied your cervix. He rubbed against the sweet spot deep inside you just right.

You just needed a little more to get there. And Shin knew this..

Pulling himself back a bit to let his thumb touch with your clit as he pounded into you. His free hand finding it's way to your neck. He lightly squeezed-- just enough for you to feel slightly lightheaded. The warm feeling in your stomach getting hotter.

Your nails big into his forearm. Eye watering as the damn in your stomach began to break. You moaned his name like a prayer and it only fuled him to fuck into you faster, to put more pressure on your pretty little neck and puffy wet clit..

Your walls squeezed him so tight. He needed to fight his way back in..

Both your eyes rolling back---

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"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!! GET OFF OF HER ASSHOLE!"

Like the comical slow motion scenes you see on movies...

Mikeys little foot came in contract with Shins head. Your poor boyfriend was stunned as his body rolled off of you and onto the floor. Taking the sheet (that was thankfully covering both your bodies) with him.

You covered yourself with a pillow at lightning speed. (Kachow!... sorry.) You gasped when Mikey flew over the bed to get to Shin on the floor. His little cowlick swaying as he kept trying to hit Shin. (You could never get that piece of hair to stay down!)

..... Oh right! Shin!

You grabbed the nearest clothing off of the floor. That being Shins boxers and your night shirt. You grabbed onto the small blond. "MIKEY! stop!"

He shook his head and kicked at Shin one more time. "No! He was trying to kill you! You're not supposed to lay a hand on a woman remember!! You taught me that!-- you both did! He was choking you!"

Shin was on the floor laughing. What could he do? One this was embarrassing, Two he was proud of Mikey, remembering to never hurt a woman and trying to protect you. It hurt like hell getting roundhoused by Mikey but it was sweet? He couldn't really be mad.. But he was a bit?.

One, the little shit ruined both your orgasms. And two, Mikey was getting a little too touchy right now.

Shin furrowed his brows when Mikey wrapped his noodle arms around your thigh. Digging his face into your stomach and whining. "Y/nnn. I'm hungry."

Oh hell no..

You coo'd at Mikey's fake ass pout. Shin couldn't believe it! He was the one on the floor with a bump on his head. Where was his love at?

You lead Mikey out of the room as the little guy talked about what he wanted to breakfast. You peaked over your shoulder and your pouting boyfriend as he slowly got up and tried to find the boxers you had on. When his eyes landed on you you mouthed the words "sorry." And "I love you."

Mikey pulled you away while he glared at Shin. That little shit.. He planned this!

Shin could hear all the commotion going on in the kitchen. Mikey talking your ear off, Emma asking what color ties she should wear today. Your pretty voice wrangling them so easily.

Shin smiled to himself as he sat on the bed. His eyes traveling over to his nightstand. He opened the small drawer and look out a small black box. He blinked at the ring he had been saving up for. How beautiful it would look on your finger when you said "Yes"... He prayed you'd say yes..

Yeah, this morning didn't go as planned. But again.. He'd try that mushy romantic shit later. Maybe the little cockblocks he loves so much can help this time?

[erenspussy420]

Riddle with an S/O that cries during and after 💦💦

MDNI 18+ONLY

FEM reader insert!

this is for the anon who asked for Riddle with an S/O who cries during and after 💦

a/n: I hate the fact this was the one that gave me the most problems to write. GAHHH. Finally after 4 days of hard throwing cases I can finally raise my arms.

Riddle Rosehearts:

Light of my life! Heart of my soul! Ugh, there is no other character that I adore as much as Riddle! 

You squeeze your legs around his thighs, rocking and grinding down on him, soaking his thighs with your wetness. Your hands intertwined, behind his neck as he watches you use him to get yourself off. His palms feel so warm on your bare hips, they help guide you as you rocked back and forth on him. Riddle raises his leg for you, a whimper is his throat as you cry to him in thanks, eyes shut with tears forming. 

Grey-blue eyes wide, focused on the way you bite your lip trying desperately to keep the moans in as you grind on him for release, but the stimulation on your clit has you gasping. You have to be quiet else the dorm will hear you. As you kept yourself busy with his thighs, Riddle occupied himself with your tits. His hands work swiftly with ease, as he slips off your bra, releasing your tits for him to admire. Riddle's thumb rolled the hard bud, earning him a soft cry from you sending shivers down his spine. He leans closer to you, kissing the valley between your breasts, before his mouth closes over the harden nub and sucks it. Your hips stutter at this, hands grasping at his hair. "Mmhn, Riddle!"

He sucks at the bud eagerly, tongue swirling, scraping his teeth against it softly. With a soft 'pop' he lets go of your nipple, turning his head toward your other breast pressing kisses on it.

"Having you weep while you ride me, you really paint a picture of perfection, my darling." Riddle massages your chest, bouncing his leg helping you reach the high you desperately ached for."For all your efforts, I will reward you my beautiful rose."

His hand slipped between your folds, rubbing down your soaked clit, you jolted at the sensation, thrusts becoming erratic as Riddle pressed down. Tears flow as you feel the release break and you leave his thigh soaked from your release.

"Now my precious rose, why don't you be so kind as to tend to your Queen?"

You're Riddle's first in everything, so he doesn't have any experience at all. So imagine his horror when he first heard you cry during your first time together. He immediately stopped whatever he was doing, to fret over you, asking if you were hurt anywhere, did he do something wrong! You might have to calm him down a bit, probably after the most thorough check up you ever had in your life. He IS the son of two doctors you know.

After confirming you weren't crying from pain or anything bad, that you were crying because he felt so good in you. Poor Riddle, all his blood went to his head *both 🍆* at that. Stop, you're gonna kill him! That's Ace's job.

After all that, he still is hesitant when you guys fuck, careful to watch your expressions as you reach peak pleasure. He does take pride in how much you weep under him to take you harder, touch you there, how amazing he's doing. 

Riddle totally brushes your tears away like the gentleman he is. Aftercare with him is sweet. He's really clingy, post sex cuddles with him! He has stored water bottles in case, has stored some of your favorite bottles of shampoo/conditioner when you want to shower. I bet he even got your own loofah.  Though drinks tend to vary depending on what day it is. He has some sweets stored away, Trey never questions him but the little knowing smile has Riddle blurt out excuses.

[sweet-villain]

What Did I Know? ~ S.H

@its-quinns-bread asked:

Hello babe

Got an idea for angst😩 Steve and reader being together but he's cheating on her with Nancy. Eddie is Steve's best friend but has a huge crush on reader and just try to warn her abt them but she won't listen(she already knows). So one day Steve decides to tell her and break up while Nancy is there. As he's about to talk the reader interrupts him by grabbing Eddie's vest and kisses him all tongue and teeth. Steve immediately forgets about the break up and freezes. It takes him like minutes to understand what happened at the moment before the reader say "i dump you" and walk out with Eddie following behind like a lost puppy, smirking at his ex best friend.

That hurt him way too much than he thought and he can't accept the fact that the reader left him and his bestie betrayed him. Then he realizes that he actually loves the reader, he was just blind by excitement with Nancy.

Give him pain

Angst

@harringtons-cupid @haileighboi @pleasantlycrazyworld @clovermunson @moonchildquinn. @ceriseheaven @glamourpearlsandpolkadots @hawkins-high86 @cinemaquinn @woahlifehitsyahuh

You know it shouldn't bother you from the way he walks in the house smelling like her, the way he doesn't look at you the way he used, he would never talk to you the way you two used to, he would always leave a small peck on your cheek and give you one of those looks. Those looks don't work on you anymore. You know things have changed. You know he's acting different. You know he doesn't love you anymore. You know. You know he goes to see her. You know when he's not with you, he's with her.

Your heart aches knowing she was the one who got to kiss him the way you used to kiss him. You know she is the one who gets to be held in his arms. You know she is the one who he's fallen for, it was her all along.

You were never the option to him. Steve doesn't think about any of it. He throws you a guilty look when your not looking, and it hurts him that he has to do this to you. But he can't seem to have that feeling he seem to lost when he's around you.

The kisses don't feel the same anymore, the hugs aren't filled with warm as they used to. The looks aren't longing and there isn't any happiness between the two of you.

" Hey" he greets you, making his way over to you and wraps his arms around you. The hug is distance and unwanted. Your arm loosely wrap themselves around his neck as your nose picks up her scent on him. He's been with her while he told you he was at work. You bite your tongue already knowing where he was going. Robin didn't need to lie for him anymore.

You just knew.

" Hey" you greet him with a fake smile as he looks down at you once he pulls away from you from the hug. His hair is out of place than usual. She must of had ran her fingers through his hair. You used to love doing it and now you'd do only a strand if he laid his head in your lap or on your chest while he slept.

He steps back observing you. He takes notice the bags underneath your eyes and there is a hint of puffiness underneath there, there is a deep frown on your face too. It seems like he was looking at a different person.

Panic rises inside of him as he try to rack his brain if you had found out what's been doing. He doesn't want to keep hurting you like this anymore. You deserve better and he knew that. You knew that.

Things weren't good between the both of you and it was time to close the chapter.

-

You sat on the bleachers of the school, doodling into your notebook with one hand while the other supported your head as you tried to keep your mind occupied. Eddie has been staring at you a little bit ahead as he noticed you weren't in lunch today or the day before. He grew worried that something was going on.

" You're not cold up there?" a voice broke you out of your thoughts as you stopped drawing in your notebook and rose your head to look at who was talking. The edges of your lips lit up a little seeing your best friend making his way up the silver bleachers and settling down next to you.

" I'm fine, Eds" you tell him going back to doodling in your notebook. Eddie remained silent as he looks down at what you were sketching. You were quite an artist when you wanted to be. You'd sometimes help Eddie with his figurines for Hellfire.

There was something bothering Eddie that he couldn't just tell you out in the open. His mouth ran dry when his thoughts took over to what he saw this morning. He had saw Steve drop Robin off at the school but in the back, it wasn't you that came out of the car. It was Nancy Wheeler.

His mouth dropped opened at the sight he saw next. Steve had gotten out of his car and walked around the car as he pulled Nancy close to him and planted one on her. His lips were on hers. Eddie couldn't believe his best friend was cheating. His eyes rose to take a look at your face or whatever he could see, you thought you deserve better than Steve Harrington of all people.

Deep down, Eddie was into you more than he thought he would. He looked over at you seeing the way you were focusing on what you were trying to draw.

" Nothing is bothering you, are you sure your okay?" Eddie thought that maybe, just maybe you one what was going on and that he didn't need to tell you what he saw. He couldn't watch your heart break. He wanted nothing more than to throw Steve across the parking lot and kick him around.

" No, is something bothering you?" you closed your notebook in your lap and laid your pencil on top as you turned your head to focus on him. Eddie averted your gaze when you turned to look at him. It was like something was on his mind and he didn't really want to tell you. But his eyes, they held a different story.

" Eds" you placed your hand on top of his with your eyebrows scrunched together. " You know you can talk to me about anything, right?" He nodded. He felt like his heart would explode any minute now with just your hand on top of his.

"I-I.." he couldn't form the words in his mouth. This was really hard to tell you. He didn't want to see the heart break in your face and in your eyes. It would break his. He can't stand you getting hurt. You didn't deserve it.

" Spit it out" you encouraged him, trying to meet his eyes as he looked down at his lap becoming more nervous as the words were just on the tip of the tongue. But yet, he couldn't tell you. His palm began to sweat and he kept brushing them against the leg of his pants.

This was unfair to you.

" If you-" you were cut off by Eddie forming the words and finally telling you what he saw this morning.

" This morning, I saw Steve drop Robin off like he usually does and I thought you were in the back seat of his car" he swallowed the lump on his throat, averting his gaze from you still as he continued, " and in the back came out Nancy. Nancy Wheeler" he says. " She was there for some reason" he shrugged.

There is a long silence between the two of you and it was killing Eddie every minute from not hearing a word coming out from you.

" I know" you finally spoke the words that caught his attention as he his head turned to you, wide eyed as he gasped. He shifts around that he's facing you as he takes a hold of both your hands.

" You know? What do you mean?" you shrugged averting your gaze from him as your eyes gloss over. " I have known for awhile, Eddie. He's different and I have picked up on the signs."

His heart breaks in two hearing the hurt in your voice. It kills him to see you like this. He wants nothing more than to hold you, which he does as he pulls you into his arms.

" I'm so sorry, sweetheart. You don't deserve any of that" you nodded into his shoulder. Eddie could feel the tears staining his shirt, but he doesn't care. He cares more that your hurting and he can't do anything about it.

" Do you want me to talk to him?" he asks as an offer. You pulled away wiping your eyes with the back of your sleeves of your long sleeve shirt. " No, it's okay."

" Do you want to go home?" he asks, " I can drive you" you nodded putting your notebook into your backpack as you grab the straps but Eddie beats you to it as he grabs it.

" You don't have to" Eddie shook his head, shrugging off his jacket placing it around your shoulder. His scent fills you with warmth causing you to stop crying as you walk with his help down the bleachers onto the ground.

" Thank you" you tell him. His eyebrows scrunch together underneath his bangs in confusion. " For what?"

" For being here for me, you know? Just being my friend" as more than those words hurt him, he wanted make sure you were okay getting home. You walked with him to the van as he helped you into the passenger seat.

You were just glad to have Eddie by your side to look after you.

-

Steve has been pacing his living room and running his hand through his hair as he tries to come with a way he was going to end things with you. Nancy sat on the couch in the living room, playing with her hands as she watched him pace back and forth. He could be drilling a hole in the floor from the way he was walking back and forth.

" Would you stop already?" Nancy speaks up as Steve halt in his steps. He turns to face her. " She's going to hate me, she's never going to want to see my face ever again" he says.

" Well, you did cheat on her with me" Nancy states like it's obvious thing. " I know, I just.. she's really is the sweetest thing" he says to her as she settles down on the couch next to her.

She sends him a soft smile, " I'm sure it will be okay" she reassures him. Deep down Steve doesn't know how you'll take it honestly, lately things between the two of you have been so stiff.

There is a knock on the door, three times. It was a way to tell Steve that it was you knocking on the door. His heart races and all the feeling in his fingers lose contact as his head snaps towards the door.

" She's here" he says, swallowing the lump in his throat as he stand up and wipes his hands on his pants. " Take a deep breathe" Nancy tells him as Steve takes a couple as he makes his way to the door. What he didn't expect was for you to show up with Eddie by your side.

Eddie casts him a looks that is unreadable following you inside. You don't even look at Steve feeling that something was off. As you turned. to the living room, you freeze in your spot spotting Nancy on the couch. You cast a look at Eddie as he gives you are you okay look as his hand falls to the small of your back as he rubs it in comfort.

Your head turns back to look towards Nancy as she waves to you with a small smile.

" Hi, Eddie. Y/N" she says. Steve walks back in the living room swaying back and forth on the balls of his feet with his hands behind his back as he tries to find the words to tell you. He doesn't mind that Eddie is there, but yet he the words are just on the tip of his tongue.

" I have something I want to talk to you about " Steve says. He doesn't look you in the eye and instead looks at the ground like he has never seen it before in his life.

" Okay" you nodded, waiting for him to speak. Eddie kinda has the feeling on what this conversation is about but doesn't leave your side as his hand still lingers on your back in comfort. You were glad he was there with you.

" I know things haven't been the best between us" he continues, he can't really put it all at once. You take notice of the way he is trying to say it out loud and in his own way.

" Hold on a moment" you tell him. Steve's head snaps up in confusion but he nods letting you know that he was waiting. You turned to face Eddie as he tilts his head in confusion.

" What are you-" he doesn't get to finish his sentence as his eyes go wide feeling your mouth on him. It's not a gentle soft kiss either. It's more with teeth and tongue. It surprises not only Eddie who still in shock that you were on him like this. But Steve's mouth drops open at the sight of you kissing his best friend.

His heart feels like someone ran over it over and over again until it was no longer in a whole piece. His eyes brim with tears as they run down his cheeks. Eddie's eyes closes as he kisses you back with the intensity as his hands falls to your waist, pulling you into him.

Nancy is shocked herself what is going on but more importantly how it's affecting Steve. Steve couldn't form words as his mouth opened and closed like a fish. Eddie pulls away from you casting a look towards Steve to see the heart break look on his face.

You turn to look at your now ex boyfriend, Steve who's in shock and heart broken at what just happened. " I dump you" your words grab his attention as his eyes turn to you.

" Y-you c-cant" he mumbles through his tears but you weren't listening as you grabbed onto Eddie's wrist and pulling him out the front door leaving a heart broken Steve Harrington to be comforted by Nancy.

Eddie couldn't stop smirking at the sight of Steve as he left. He didn't really feel bad about his best friend. It was his fault he let a great girl like you slip through his fingers.

He hoped that Steve was happy with Nancy now. That's what he wanted after all.

-

Steve can't shake the fact that you broke up with him to be with his best friend. His best friend out of all the people. He could feel the sting in his heart from the betrayal from Eddie. But he now knows what real heart break feels like, the scene repeats in his head the way you grabbed onto Eddie and kissed him.

Had you knew all along that he was cheating on you with Nancy? Did you do that out or revenge? Did you like Eddie at all?

His answers are answered when Dustin informs him that you knew all long he was with Nancy. How much he tried to cover it up, it didn't matter. You knew. You didn't do out of revenge, maybe a little but you realized there was one person all along that was right in front of you that loved. you and adored you.

Eddie.

He made you more happier than Steve ever did. He was the one you wanted to be with and Eddie was more than happy to be yours.

You stood outside of Benny's just as a familiar BMW pulled up, Steve had taken noticed of you standing there with a bag of food in your hands. You are waiting for Eddie, he had to be back to help Wayne with something before he told you he would come back to get you.

He steps out of his car and his hair didn't look like it used to. It didn't have that Harrington hair anymore, it looked more greasy than usual. His eyes had bags underneath them and they were red from the looks of it. His lips were in a deep frown as he turned to face you with a wrinkled long sleeve on with a pair of sweats that looked to have stains on them.

" Steve?" you asked overlooking his appearance. He halt in front of you with the keys in his hands. " Did you ever love me?" he asks. You snorted out before answering him, " I used to love you Harrington, but I should be asking you that."

" I did love you, it took to realize that I always did after you ended things with me and since then I regret letting you walk out my door that day" he says.

You nod, " well if we didn't end things then I wouldn't of been the happiest I have ever been" those words hurt him with a slice to his heart.

He nods, " Happy for you."

" Thank you" there is silence between the two of you before a van pulls up. Eddie parks it right in the back of Steve with a few inches away and quickly get out of the car. His fist to his side and jaw set seeing Steve standing there.

" Hi Eds" you greet your boyfriend as he wraps an arm around your shoulder and pulls you to his side. He turns to look at Steve, " Harrington."

" Munson" Steve greets him with a nod. The two never returned as friends after you broke up with Steve. The betrayal hurt Steve more than ever. It was another slice to his heart.

" Is he bothering you, sweetheart?" Eddie asks. You can feel the stiffness coming from him. You put a hand on his chest to grab his attention. He turns to look down at you and all the anger vanishes from him.

" He's not, but let's go home?" you asked. Home you referred to his trailer as you spend most night there with him.

Eddie nodded, taking the bags of food from your hands as he bumps shoulders with Steve.

" See you around, Harrington" He says as he makes his way to the van. You cast one look at Steve, " Take care of yourself" you tell him, sending him a soft smile.

" Thanks, and you too. I hope he treats you better than I ever did" Steve says as he motions to Eddie.

" He does" those were the last words you said to Steve as you walk past him to the van and getting into the passenger seat. Steve watches as Eddie leans over to kiss you and looks back at him with a smirk.

Steve hangs his head as he felt his heart crash to the floor. You were happy without him. You didn't need him. You didn't want him.

He was going to regret what he did to you for the rest of his life.

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Can i get “Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” for kit and jacob please?

thank you @direwombat!!

Yet another smut that took me wayyy too long to finish, but it's here (after 10 months or something ridiculous like that)

can also be read on AO3 - The Hunt (3589 words)

18+ Minors DNI - Explicit smut, breeding kink, Predator/Prey dynamics, Bondage, borders on CNC, Kit and Jacob being freaks (affectionate)

A ten-minute head start. 

That’s all he gave her. 

Kit’s heart raced in her chest as she moved at breakneck speeds through the forests that surrounded Cedar Lake. She had no idea where he would be coming from or what he had planned, all she did know was what her survival instinct kept telling her – RUN . Hardly dressed for the environment, all she had on was one of Jacob’s oversized tees and her combat boots, but she’d be damned if she was going to let that slow her down, this was the hunt and GOD did she live for the chase. 

Diving over fallen trees and sliding through dirt and gravel she made a quick path for the densest collection of trees, where the orange and pink of the dusky evening sun couldn’t reach through the branches above. Dark, secluded, and quiet – a spot that would make her near impossible to find. Hiding in amongst the colossal ferns, she caught her breath. Her quickened pulse started to slow, until a twig snapped, and she could hear movement in the underbrush.

Local fauna or… ?

Sinking lower until her belly was in the cold, wet earth, her shirt growing damp against her bare skin, she scanned the area, trying to make heads or tails of where the sounds were coming from, and then she noticed the flash of the laser sight. 

He was close. 

Slowly crawling back up onto her knees, she darted off once more, sprinting as fast as her legs could take her even as the roots of the trees threatened to trip her and pointed branches jutting out like sharpened spears slashed at her bare skin. The blood running down her calves did nothing to stop her, it just made her feel more alive, the heat in her core only rising higher with each pound of her boots below...

“Come on angel, I know you’re out there.” He sang the words out, taunting her. “You gotta be getting tired by now.”

Like fuck she was. 

“You know the hunt only excites me,” Jacob teased, the cruel grin he was assuredly wearing evident in the sound of his voice. 

He was distant enough she knew she still had an advantage, but it was clear he was on her tail and for someone as big and intimidating as Jacob Seed was, he could be so goddamn quiet . It was hard to know just how long her lead would last, there was no telling when he might finally catch her. 

She smiled, her chest heaving, having to bite back on the hoarse laugh that wanted to break free – Kit was enjoying herself a little too much. 

“This isn’t supposed to be the fun part, kitten.”

Shit. He heard her. 

B-lining for the tallest spruce tree with the densest cover, she shoved the toe of her boot into the knotted bark, leaping up to meet the closest branch. Climbing up into the welcoming arms that would provide much needed cover, Kit gave her wounds a once over. Nothing life threatening, nothing that had to be treated right away. 

Spying through the boughs that sheltered her, she watched him enter the clearing. Jacob’s pale eyes steered around the trees and the forest floor figuring out which direction she went in. He was no stranger to searching for tracks, both animal and human alike, and with a spongy forest floor he could see exactly where her footprints stopped. Lifting his rifle, looking through the scope, the barrel rose to exactly where she was sitting, and the laser sight was aimed straight at her chest. The little red dot settled neatly between her breasts, light flashing on the gray cotton. 

He was playing with his food. 

Giving a toothy half grin, he called up to her in a drawl, “Found ya.”

Her tongue dragged against her teeth, the urge to rend flesh from bone creeping up on her. Piercing eyes narrowed and she swung her legs down from the branch, jumping from the tree. She braced herself as she landed in the dirt below, her knees scuffed and covered in dirt, little chunks of bark and soil now ingrained into the skin. Her feline stare threatened she would pounce, but instead she turned and ran, quickly picking up speed. 

She hadn’t given up yet. 

Pushing the drooping boughs out of her way, she let them slingshot backwards behind her, buying her that extra moment to get away if he was following. But her efforts counted for little, as she felt the sudden burning sting and the pressure of a slug cutting its way through her flesh. Stumbling forward, her feet carried her without any control and she careened into a tree. Her nails dug into the bark when she tried to catch herself, hissing as she gritted her teeth together and clenched her jaw, pressing her hand to the wound to apply pressure. Blood dripped down between her fingers, and coated her palm, and the smell of iron hung in the air. 

“Motherfucker.”

A large hand wrapped around the back of her neck, ragged fingernails digging into the thin skin, as Jacob shoved her up against the trunk. The whisper of metal against the leather sheath of the holster on his thigh was a small warning before the cold bite of the blade was held to her throat. Her heart raced, causing blood that pumped just below the surface to thunder through her veins. His chest pressed up against her back and the smell of cigarette smoke, the musk of his sweat, and the petrichor of the wet forest that clung to him and his clothing drowned out the rest of her senses, even as he pressed his nose against her, breathing her in as much as she was with him. The copper hair of his beard burning her wind bitten skin as his rough hand trailed up the outside of her thigh, his weight pinning her to the tree.  

“Thought I’d just let you get away, huh? Thought you could outrun me?” He whispered in her ear, his teeth nipping at her lobe. “And now you’re all mine. You’re gonna wish you never ran, angel.” 

A guttural moan purred from the back of her throat, the rumbling of some giant prowling wildcat building from her chest. A hint of the predator that lay beneath the flesh, the one made docile so she could act as prey. 

Pushing his leg between her thighs, the muscles under the denim of his jeans gave her just enough friction to use as she started to grind her hips against it. 

“Can’t control yourself for a minute, can you, Kitty? You’re just a fuckin’ animal, aren’t ya?” He slapped her ass, making her whine. “Hold still,” he ordered, voice low and commanding and she was forced to obey. Jacob slammed his knife into the trunk beside her head and pulled at the neatly coiled rope slung over his shoulder, the bundle falling into his hands. “Made me hunt ya down, now I get to have my fun.”

He snatched both of her wrists in just one hand, forcing them behind her back, and wrapped the rope around, binding her. Kit ground her teeth, clenching her jaw as the rope was tightened to the point her circulation was nearly cut off, her fingertips starting to go numb. She hissed as the fibers clung and dug into her wrists, burning at her skin as she struggled against her restraints.

Wrapping his hand up in the material of her shirt, still holding her tied wrists together before spinning her around, Jacob tossed her to the ground. The wind knocked from her temporarily, and she was left sputtering for air.

Kicking her legs wider apart, Jacob knocked at her ankle with the toe of his boot before sitting on top of her legs. She was trapped below him as his weight pressed against her. Leaning down, brushing his hand through her hair, he tucked her auburn waves to one side as he whispered in her ear, "You are so fuckin’ gorgeous, ya know that? Seeing you all tied up like this, it makes a man lose sense of himself. You can't run, so I guess you better accept the fact, Deputy Cross –” Clenching a fistful of hair in his hand, he pulled back hard making her wince and her eyes start to sting as he snarled in her ear. “That I'm gonna fuck you into the dirt until you're left wanting to claw at it and you’re screaming my name."

Laughing, she swung her head back to clock him in the mouth, but instead he forced her head back down, pushing her cheek into the forest floor.

"Good try, kitten. But now I'm gonna have to punish ya." 

Ripping open the back of her shirt, exposing her body to him, he was able to take in all of her toned muscle as she wriggled under him. "Y'know, I gotta say, a woman with a body like yours, does wonders for a man's libido. Ass and thighs like that, and those childbearing hips, well –” Rough, calloused hands fell to her hips as he licked his chops, his tongue dragging against the edges of his teeth. “Might just have to breed ya.”

His timbre was a low rumble, vibrating into her through her flesh, traveling through her nerves as his words coursed down the length of her spine, coiling up in her belly. "Fuck you," Kit snapped, her teeth clicking together as she bared them, not letting up from the struggle she continued under him. 

"That's the plan." Dragging her hips up towards him while she lay prone on the ground, he pressed his bulge against her, and with only a layer of denim separating them he started to grind against the curve of her ass as he unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped the fly with one hand. Freeing his hard cock, it throbbed with the anticipation of being inside of her – a sensation they both fully enjoyed.

“Keep that ass up for me, kitten.” Jacob commanded, growling out the words. 

Staring down at the vision before him, hands tied behind her back, ready and willing (even if she pretended the opposite) he smirked as the moonlight reflected off the sheen that had spread from her cunt to the inside of her thighs. Slipping his hand between her legs, he cupped her pussy and could feel the heat radiating off of it despite the cold. 

“You excited, Kitty?”

She scoffed, blowing bits of woody debris away from her mouth. “Like you really have to ask.”

He chuckled darkly and ran two of his fingers down the length of her folds, spreading them open. Moaning as he paid special attention to her clit, Kit gasped as his thumb pressed at the puckered hole of her ass. Her legs started to shake, eyes shutting tight, and a low, desperate whine leaked from her. “Please, Jacob. I need your cock.”

“Ah ah ah, Kitty. You know better. Begging isn’t gonna get you anywhere with me. Though it sure is pretty the way you say my name.”

She mewled and whimpered as he slid his fingers into her, curling them back and forth against her walls. Stroking the spongy, sensitive areas that made her stomach tighten on reflex. The wet sounds of his fingers dragging in and out of her making her head spin. 

“So wet for me already,” he cooed.

She nodded, swallowing heavily, gulping for air and unable to get the words out to respond. 

“Just remember, angel. You asked for this.” His hand slapped against her ass cheek with a loud crack, leaving a bright pink hand print behind. 

Knees buckling, she squealed as he continued with several more hard spanks against her, the sting making her flesh hot, and despite the cold of the mountain, there was a sheen of sweat forming on her forehead. 

“You like being treated like an animal, don’t ya? Not enough I put a collar on you, is it? I gotta fuck you in the dirt too, huh?”

Kit couldn’t speak as he ravaged her with his hands, a tear rolling down her cheek as her thighs clenched together and her walls clamped down around him. She was so goddamn close; he was going to make her cum any second. 

Coiling her hair around his fist like the leather of a leash, he dragged her back to rest against his shoulder and he kissed her deeply, muffling her noises with his tongue, and biting down on her lower lip when she cried out. His hand snaked between her thighs from the front, focused entirely on her clit and she became a sobbing mess under his touch, panting and moaning at his rough touch against her. 

“Say it, kitten. Say it for me.”

Her body stiffened, her cunt left empty, but an inferno ripped through her entirely, her brow furrowing as she moaned through her aching chest. “Yes. Yes, I do.”

He grabbed her jaw and ran his tongue up the length of the side of her neck. Licking up her sweat, dragging his teeth against the beat of her pulse just under the skin. “That’s my good girl,” he growled, his lips pressed against her. 

Pushing her back to the ground, he flipped her over and ripped open the front of her shirt as well, the material falling away from her in shreds. With her back resting on top of her hands, she was made immobile under him as he threw her legs over his shoulders. 

Jacob collected her breasts in his large hands, squeezing at the flesh and the fat. Rolling her nipples between his thumb and finger and then pinching them. Hard . She could do nothing but cry out while her back arched, shoulders pressing into the earth as her head tipped back. His hands dragged down the curve of her waist, fingertips running against the sensitive flesh of her scars along her abdomen, his nails scratching at her pale skin leaving angry red lines behind and making her shiver. 

Her senses all heightened, her mind still on high alert from the chase, every touch of his against her felt like a spark of lightning shooting through her. Her heart pounded, her mind raced, and her lungs took in breath after breath of the pine filled air, the smell of the fresh glacier fed lake water drifting in the breeze was a heady perfume she was drenched in. Being with him, outside and on his mountain only made her blood flow faster. It was having the same effect on him as well, as he stared at her hungrily with darkened eyes made nearly black from his blown-out pupils. 

Kissing along the lengths of her calves, the whiskers of his beard scratched against her skin and the clotting cuts, burning her as his hands rubbed over muscle, massaging the scar tissue and fresh wounds alike, fighting off the freezing mountain air that chilled her. He stared at her from the corner of his eye, not taking his attention off of her for a single moment as she looked up at him panting, trying her best to adjust her hands to get comfortable. 

Holding her hips, he groaned as he lined the head of his cock up with her entrance and thrust deep inside of her. Dragging it back and forth, in and out of her, he slowly rocked his hips as she stretched open wider for him, coating him in her arousal. Teasing her as he pressed further into her, length disappearing as he bottomed out right to the base of his cock. Wiry ginger hair matted against hers while he filled her completely, only to pull out and then give her just the tip.  

Biting down on her lower lip, she whined and wriggled her hips trying to get him to go in deeper. 

“Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” He shoved himself into her again and she cried out. Following every thrust with a stuttered group of words he strained to get out “I’m gonna. Have to. Train you. All over again. Aren’t I?” 

Her eyes rolled back into her head, the pressure inside becoming too much, going deeper than he ever had before. 

“Maybe keep you on that collar and leash permanently ‘til you learn your place again.”

She wriggled her legs free from his shoulders just enough to dig her heels in the dirt, trying to kick him off of her. 

Clamping his hands down on her thighs, he dragged her back towards him, scraping her back in the dirt and her howl met with the chorus of his roaming packs of Judges out in the forest. Jacob wrapped his hand around her throat, squeezing it just tight enough to get her to stop moving as she focused on her breathing. 

“Where the fuck are you goin’? I’m not done with you yet.”

He grabbed the front of her thighs and pushed down against her until her knees pressed into her chest. Trapped in a mating press, all she could do was moan and mewl underneath him. Flushed from her chest to the tips of her ears, her skin glowed as bright a scarlet as her hair. Her whole body shook underneath him, quivering and spasming with how he treated her and her sensitive, aching cunt. Pounding into her relentlessly, his pale eyes stared down at her. More a wolf than a man, Jacob was allowed release from the rules and control that was expected of him as the Herald and as the leader of the Father’s army.

 "What happens, huh? What happens if I make this one take?"

"Suppose that's up to you, isn't it? Would you still want me?" She looked up at him, eyes searching his face for the answer.

"You know I would."

His mouth crashed down onto hers, his big hand brushing through the sweaty hair on her forehead and into the crown of copper hair on her head, continuing to thrust into her. Fucking into her as deep as he could go, as deep as she could take him. 

She was sure he’d hit her cervix several times, her cunt aching and sore, sharp stinging shots throbbed through her abdomen, but he wouldn’t let up – she didn’t want him to either – pain was part of the experience, it added to the whole and never retracted anything from it. What did she care when her body was already broken? 

“Fuck, Jacob, you’re so deep.”

Chuckling quietly while pressing wet, lazy kisses to her neck, his lips wrapped over where her carotid beat and he sucked on the pulsing, sweaty skin. Beads of his sweat dripped off the tip of his nose and rolled down her throat and onto her chest, mixing with her own. Picking up his pace, increasing the force with which he snapped his hips, Jacob began to grunt. His hot breath fanned against her, his brow furrowing as he growled from deep in his chest with a low rumble like thunder. 

“Feel so goddamn good, angel.”

He was getting close; the rhythm he had once now just as lost as he was at the sensation of having every inch of himself shoved deep inside of her. Groaning, fighting against the bitter ache in his gut that told him to use her for his own needs, to get whatever he wanted from her. She was tied up, trapped, and she couldn’t fight any longer (not that she would if she could). She was all his. 

“I’m gonna fill you up, angel. Gonna stuff you so full of my cum your little cunt isn’t gonna be able to hold it all.”

His fingers dug into her thighs, sharp stabbing thrusts of his cock inside her let her know he was nearly finished. His pace picking up, his balls slapping against her as his breath heaved out in pants. “Fuck,” he rasped. His breath hitched as his legs shuddered and spasmed, shaking as he flooded her womb. 

Laying on top of her, his cock softening, it slipped out of her, and his seed dripped from between her thighs that were all slick with both of their fluids. Seeping out of her (just like he said it would) onto the forest floor as he pressed lazy kisses to her lips, catching his breath between each meeting of their mouths. He rolled over to lay beside her and dragged the back of his hand across his forehead to wipe off the sweat, coughing and clearing the phlegm and debris that had caught in his lungs and throat. “Goddamn, kitten.” His arm wrapped over her and pulled her body in towards him, bathing her in the heat he seemed to radiate like a furnace. “This might have been one of your best ideas yet,” Jacob said with a smirk. “Didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?”

“No,” she mumbled, still somewhat in a daze, the afterglow telling her to give into much needed sleep, but she fought the urge to close her eyes.

“Good.” He brushed his hand over the damp hairs that clung to her cheek and kissed her forehead before taking off his field jacket and draping it over her. “Better get back soon before you catch your death out here.”

“Mmhmm,” she hummed before nuzzling up against him, wrapping herself up entirely in the safety of him. Surrendering. 

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𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: R18, smutt, p in v, afab!reader, fingering, slight angst, not proofread, grammatical errors

✒ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐀/𝐍: Hello, I hope you enjoy this piece. I'm sorry for the grammatical errors ahead, English is not my first language but I do try to fix it. This piece doesn't have any specific character so you can picture anyone with it. Characters that are tagged are from my own personal preference.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!!

☞ 𝐇/𝐍 ➤ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞

He held her tightly as he pressed his head into her hair. He took in her scent and was immediately transported two years back into the past. He remembered the moments they shared as if it was yesterday. He couldn't find his words, he just closed his eyes and smiled.

He was finally back with her, and nothing else in the world mattered but her. He savored the feeling of holding her close to him, letting their hearts beat in sync as they basked in this moment of tranquility. He kissed her forehead softly before speaking up.

"I never realized how much I missed you until now," he confessed with a warm smile on his face.

"I want us to try again." She sobbed. He held her hand tightly and led her into his room. He couldn't stop smiling as they walked to his room, and he turned on the lights.

He let go of her for a second, looking around the room. His bedroom was still the same from two years back; except that there was no one lying and hugging him from behind anymore. He turned around and hugged her from the back, his arms wrapped around her waist as he kissed her.

His heart melted at the feeling of her in his arms once again. He held onto her tightly, knowing that this time around, they would make it work.

"I love you," he whispered into her hair as he nuzzled her neck softly. "I don't think I ever stopped."

She felt her body grow hot as his lips made contact with her neck, the familiar feeling brought pleasure to her and it made her want him more. His breath hitched when he felt her respond to his touch. He leaned in further, kissing and suckling on her neck as their passion ignited once again.

"So fucking beautiful," he whispered huskily against her skin before pulling away with a determined look in his eyes. "Just for me. All for me."

H/N mouth went down to every inch of her neck. His lips gently kissed her neck, then nibbled on it, and then sucked on it. The feeling of her moaning in pleasure as his tongue worked its magic sent chills down his body. He couldn't seem to get enough of her as he pulled her closer, his hands grabbing and holding onto her hips as he started to bite harder, slowly driving her crazy.

He let out a low growl of satisfaction as he felt her surrender to his touch. He continued to bite and suck on her neck, leaving love marks all over her beautiful skin.

H/N couldn't believe he was doing this again after two years. Her pleasure and desire were infectious and he started getting addicted to it. He continued leaving marks on her skin, moving his lips up to her ear. He whispered dirty words into her ear, making her whimper even more.

"You like that?" he asked huskily before leaning in closer, flicking his tongue over one of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her clothes. "Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want."

"Take me." She replied and he did. He placed her body onto the soft surface of his bed, his huge body hovering above her. He took off her clothes, all of it, with haste, eager to witness her body again.

He felt his cock twitch when he heard her moan his name. His heartbeat increased as the lust between them rose. He stared at her with excitement and passion. She was more beautiful than he ever remembered, and as he looked at her, he knew he could never let her go again. He lay on the bed with her, his heavy body pressing against her gentle touch, his hands all over her body.

He moved his hips, grinding against her gently before capturing one of her nipples between his teeth.

"You belong to me," he murmured darkly while tracing a line down towards her wet core with his fingers. "And I won't let anyone else have you." He pushed in two fingers immediately, earning a hoarse yelp from her. “Fuck—H/N…” his mouth stayed on one of her nipples, sucking on it, as he finger fucks her, her body writhing in pleasure.

He watched with satisfaction as her body responded to his touch. He slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her tight channel, feeling the walls of her pussy grip onto him. "That's it, baby," he moaned against her breast before withdrawing his fingers and positioning himself at her entrance once again. "You're so fucking wet for me."

She couldn't believe she was so turned on by H/N, even more so than the first time they were together. The sound of their bodies rubbing against each other. “Baby...”

His voice grew hoarse as he continued pleasuring her. He took out his fingers and brought them up to his mouth, tasting her from his hand.

“God, you taste so fucking sweet.” He growled. He placed his head in between her thighs and licked her wet cunt. Her eyes rolled back further in the pleasure of having H/N eat her out.

She gripped his hair and closed her thighs around his head, locking them in place. He licked her folds and sucked her wet core, filling the room with slurping sounds.

H/N moaned in approval as he felt her body tense beneath him. He lifted his head, gazing at her flushed face before moving down to capture one of her nipples between his lips. "That's it, baby," he whispered against her skin while circling his tongue around the hardened nub. "Give me everything you have."

H/N got a taste of her, and she was sweeter than anything. She felt herself burst and her body was flooded with an intense amount of pleasure. She squirted onto his mouth, making him chuckle. He watched her body tremble from overstimulation and he's proud that he did that.

He unzipped his pants; his long and thick hard cock sprung out, pulsing, with pre-cum oozing on its tip. He groaned as he watched her orgasm wash over her. He couldn't wait to feel the same intensity himself.

"You look so fucking beautiful when you cum," he murmured before positioning his cock at her entrance once again and pushing in slowly, filling her up with each inch. "I'm going to make sure we stay connected like this from now on."

He pushed all of his length inside of her. Her breathing ceased as she took all of his length inside, her walls stretching around his cock, memorizing it, adjusting to it. “S-So fucking b-big.” She choked out, his cock filled her all the way so that she could almost feel it on her throat.

He smirked at her reaction to his size. He loved knowing that he could take her breath away with just one look or touch. "That's right," he murmured huskily before pulling out slowly, only to thrust back in harder this time around. "Fucking take all of it like a good girl."

She gasped, her walls stretching around his fat cock, adjusting to his size. “Ohhhhh—fuck…,” He placed his thumb on her clit to add more pleasure as he slowly goes in and out of her. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming against hers. “choke me please… fucking choke me…”

He loved hearing her voice growing louder as he continued to fill her up. He wrapped one of his hands around her neck, using just enough pressure to cut off her air supply. "That's it, baby," he growled out while grinding against her hips roughly. "Tell me you want it."

“W-Want it. Want it so f-fucking bad.” She replied, drunk. His hips were slamming hard against her cunt, pounding in on her so fucking rough. She gagged for air, her tits bouncing around as H/n thrust in continuously, fucking her hard and messy.

He felt a surge of power and desire as he watched her breasts jiggle with each thrust. He could feel his control slipping away, but he didn't care. "You belong to me," he growled out before picking her up brusquely by the hips and slamming her back down onto him again, harder than ever before. "And I'm going to make sure you fucking remember that."

At the same time, he continued thrusting into her relentlessly, reaching deeper than ever before as he claimed what was rightfully his–not just her body but also her mind and soul.

Eyes locked onto each other, they lost themselves in the primal dance of domination and surrender, fueled by their mutual need for completion and fulfillment. The world around them seemed to fade away, replaced by an intense vortex of sensation that left nothing untouched or unsatisfied.

She felt her mind going black at the amount of pleasure she was feeling. “G-od f-fuck… y-yes.” She choked out as he continues to fuck her roughly.

With each thrust that pushed deeper inside her, he could feel the tension building up within him too – this was exactly what they needed; an explosion of passion and desire that would bind them together forevermore. And when she finally came apart underneath him, crying out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy consumed her, he knew that there was nothing else left standing between them but love and devotion.

"Fuck yes," H/N growled, letting go of any remaining restraint as he pounded into her harder still. His release was imminent now - he could feel it building up deep within his core, demanding to be set free.

And then it hit him like a tidal wave - an overwhelming flood of raw emotion and physical intensity that threatened to consume both of them entirely. With one final, powerful thrust that drove him even deeper into her warmth, he let himself go completely - burying himself to the hilt and filling her up with every last drop of his essence.

As their bodies quivered from the force of their climaxes, he held onto her tightly, his mouth pressed against hers in a fierce kiss that sealed their bond.

He could feel the last vestiges of control slipping away as he was consumed by her passion. He kissed her back fiercely, their tongues tangling in a sensual dance that left them both breathless.

"I love you," he murmured against her lips before collapsing onto his side beside her, still buried deep inside her. "Always have."

𝐀/𝐍: I do not own any of the pictures and are solely from Pinterest.

[stray-kaz]

The Flower and The Serpent : a Walt De Ville x reader FF : eight

A bit of 18 and up, y’all.

“How do I keep winding up in your bed?”

You felt the mattress shift beneath you and then Walt’s smile pressing into the back of your shoulder, only one of your flimsy nighties in between your skin and his. One of his legs was tucked between yours and his hips were flush against you.

“Clearly I’m trying to corrupt you” he murmured against your skin, placing a kiss there.

“It isn’t corruption when it’s willing” you mumbled, shunting backwards into him.

He chuckled and grasped your waist with one strong hand to keep you from moving any more. His fingers dented the lace covering your warmth from his gaze and wandering hands.

“Let’s throw caution to the wind” he spoke low in your ear, causing you to shiver. “Will you marry me?”

You snorted out a laugh and wriggled around to face him, the early morning light spearing through the curtains casting a golden bloom across his features. His eyes glowed and his lips twitched a little in amusement as you stared, the bright morning painting him with a completely different light than you were used to.

“See something you like?” he asked teasingly, gently.

You lifted a slow hand to follow the play of light over his face, dancing across his eyelids as he closed them, shadowing his eyelashes and curving around the edges of his perfect mouth.

Walt made a faint noise of surprise when you leaned forward to kiss him, your lips barely bumping against his before you pulled back, biting your lip. He reached out to cup the back of your neck and drew you right back in, gentling your teeth away with his tongue.

When he pulled you over onto his hips, you planted your hands on his shoulders and pushed yourself away, cheeks already flushed pink.

“Don’t you have business to get to?” you asked, a little out of breath.

Walt shook his head at you.

“It’s the week of my wedding” he said, smiling a little sideways. “I took time off from business.”

You tilted your head to the side, thinking.

“Can I ask for something?” you asked quietly, pensive.

Walt nodded, sitting up against the pillows and jostling you a little.

“Anything and it’s yours” he said.

You shifted a bit and settled your hands on his chest, the fine hairs tickling your palms.

“I would like to watch you feed” you told him eventually.

His dark eyebrows rose quickly and his lips parted in surprise.

“That was not what I was expecting” he admitted, taken aback. “I thought you were going to ask for a new dress or something material. A new book? But no...”

You bit your lip again.

“It’s going to happen to me eventually” you reminded him. “I feel like I should know what I’m going to be doing.”

He reached for your hands and held them loosely.

“You will be a lot messier than me at first” he said solemnly. “It takes years to get the practice right.”

You smiled slightly.

“So what you’re telling me is that you make it look easy.”

He sniffed and rolled his eyes at you, but did not deny it.

“Are you sure you want to see that? At short notice, it will be someone you know, someone you’ve probably met during your stay here. And it will not be pretty, my love” he warned. “They will scream and run. It is predator and prey. And there is no better apex predator than I.”

You nodded.

“I understand” you replied. “I need to see.”

Walt sighed and nodded back.

“All right then” he agreed. “Tonight it is. But what shall we do to pass the time?”

You stretched languorously as he rolled you underneath him, his thumbs inching up the pale hem of your nightie.

“I’m sure you’ll think of something, my lord” you murmured.

He groaned at the sound of his title in your mouth and rolled his hips down into yours.

“I’m sure I will” he replied, and bent to kiss you speechless.

As dusk crept in on the manor, the corridors darkened and the main servants vanished, aware that the master was on the hunt that night. Only one was left unawares and continued to meander from room to room, cleaning in the flickering light of candles.

You followed Walt at a distance as he tracked her, changing from feet on the floor to crawling across the walls and ceilings, a dull chittering sound emanating from his throat. It sent cold chills down your spine, but you knew he wasn’t after you, you were safe and always would be with him.

At last, the maid was herded, unbeknownst to her, into the study, the key left behind in the wall drawer. Walt had disappeared, so you opened the door yourself and moved inside quietly, shutting it behind you with nary a squeak. You edged around the room, keeping out of the maid’s candlelight, until you found your seat in Walt’s desk chair, your fingers pressing hard into the smooth arms.

Lifting your head to follow the soft scraping sounds of Walt moving across the ceiling, you could just barely make out the shape of him, a slightly darker shadow blending in with the others. And then he was right above the unsuspecting maid, who carried on cleaning unaware, music blasting through headphones.

He dropped, and you bit your tongue to keep from making a sound. The maid cried out in fear, but the noise quickly ceased as Walt sank his fang teeth into her throat. You leaned over the desk into the candlelight to see dark blood leak out from the two holes, what was missed by Walt’s insatiable mouth.

You stood up and walked toward them, the young woman limp in Walt’s arms as he held her against his chest, one hand angling her head. You moved even closer and were finally able to see his face; his features had altered slightly, become sharper, but you could still see him in his silver blue eyes. He watched you watching him as he finished his feed and the girl crumpled onto the carpet by his feet, drained. His tongue flicked out to clean a dark droplet from the corner of his mouth, his eyes trained on your face.

“Darling, I -”

He never got to finish. You rushed him suddenly, kissing him open mouthed. He moaned as he realised the copper taste of the maid’s blood would now be on your tongue.

Propriety be damned.

Tagging: @hellomadamebutterfly​ @sky0401​ @noirrose21-blog​

[thewafflekingdom]

Rating: M

Pairing: Kuroo x Yukie

Kuroo wasn’t typically one to give way to his urges. He’d always been the more reserved of the two boys, prone to weighing the situation first before anything. Something must have happened today that had him all worked up, because the minute he spotted her — idling about in the kitchen in an old t-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts, waiting for her noodles to finish heating up — he gave absolutely no thought to crossing the space to her.

The boys were so much larger than her, it was somewhat overwhelming. He crowded in on her, a looming thing, until the edge of the counter dug hard against her lower back.

He ducked into her space to catch her mouth, and she struggled to remain silent as his tongue rolled across the roof of her mouth without preamble. His hands stuck hot against her hips, pushed up under the legs of her shorts. He noted with an eager squeeze that she wasn't wearing underwear. His hips pressed toward her now, his erection rubbing against her lower belly.

He didn't even pull away when the microwave began to beep. He wordlessly reached for the handle and pulled it open to silence it.

She thought about asking him to wait. They've had sex before. He must know at this point that nothing had changed from the last several times.

She would feel the same inside as always. She would look just the same. The scars, the overgrown nails he kept begging her to file, the heat between her thighs – he'd seen it all and then some. He'd had her in several positions, and several times in one night if they were feeling determined. Hell, he'd even had her at the same time as another man on several occasions.

The same hand moved to the back of her head, twisting into her hair and pulling until she tipped her head back. He sucked along the column of her throat and a moan tumbled out of her. He knew how much she liked when he did that. It was a surefire way of getting her in the mood.

He nibbled at her ear, and the hand still stuck to her hip moved suddenly. Hand opening, and with the wide span of it he was able to easily dig his thumb against the hood of her clit.

She rolled her head to one side, away from him. “Kuroo – ”

“Tetsuro,” he corrected, before biting at her cheek petulantly.

Her face flushed. Out of everything to get embarrassed at, it was his over-familiarity. She didn't respond to that. “This can wait, no? It's not going anywhere.”

“Are you starving?” he asked.

“I mean, it's dinner time.”

“Are you starving?”

“I could eat,” she said, which he knew meant that she wasn't. Yukie could always eat. If she was starving, that meant she wasn't interested in anything else.

“Then it can wait,” he said.

For a moment she thought he was relenting. His hand released her hair, and he backed away from her a little to give her space. She gave a sigh, but it caught in her throat as he dropped to his knees in front of her, pulling at the front of her shorts firmly.

The protest died on her lips. Quick as a snake, Kuroo snapped forward to drag the flat of his tongue across the place where his thumb had just been. Her voice came as a squeak, hands snapping to the edge of the counter as she rose to her tiptoes – as if trying to escape him. But Kuroo was stronger.

There had been several instances in which he'd used this fact against her.

His hands caught her hips and pulled her back into place, nudging his nose against the fabric of her shorts as he continued to taste at her. His focus was solely on her clit. With her legs still shut, he could only do so much. A fact that was quickly irritating him.

“Open your legs, Yukie,” he said, voice rough.

Her nails dug into the counter. Absolutely not.

“Yukie.” This was beginning to sound like a warning.

“You're not respecting me,” she snapped at him, and made the mistake of looking down at him. "I said no."

He gave a breathless smile, his perfect teeth flashing. He opened his mouth and allowed his tongue to roll outward. The tip grazed her. Another warning. “Open your legs, Yukie.”

“No,” she ground out.

One of his hands fell away from her hip, before catching around the knob of her knee.

He was stronger. Her playful nature had her testing this before, riling him into a wrestling match she was sure she could win for some reason. The boys were always so pliant to her, falling easily when she pushed; bending to her will so easily it felt natural.

Kuroo had pinned her down with no effort, and something about the surprise on her face – the fear, but also the thrill of the struggle against him – had excited him.

And he'd fucked her then, too. Her wrists caught above her head in one of his hands, and his teeth catching against her cheek as he'd done earlier. He'd rutted into her roughly, digging her into the wood flooring of her living room as if he were trying to make an imprint of her body.

Bokuto would never. He'd balked at the thought when she shared it with him later. His own big hand had closed around one of her wrists as he told her, “I would break you, Yukie.”

Arousal shivered through her. If both of the boys were like this, they would absolutely destroy her.

She'd allowed herself to become distracted. She felt Kuroo's hot breath on her once again, and choked as he sucked hard at her clit. Tongue, then teeth, then sucking again. Over and over until her eyes fluttered and rolled back, hips tilting toward the heat of his mouth.

“Open, Yukie. Open your fucking legs.”

Fuck this guy, she found herself thinking. Her head rolled back with a sigh, and she did as he said. She released the tension in her legs, and he immediately hooked his arm underneath her knee. He pulled it over his shoulder, and eagerly set to work.

It was usually Bokuto that ate her out as if he were a starved man – with desperation, as if she were his final meal. But today Kuroo seemed more worked up than usual.

She was used to the boys showing up at her place unannounced. She wondered if she had never given them spare keys they would have busted her lock trying to get in anyway. Kuroo just happened to stop by to use the restroom on his way to work –

“Fuck,” she rasped, her hand snapping to his hair to still him.

It didn't work. Kuroo kissed and licked at the seam of her lips, his nose pressing tight against her.

“Fuck, Kuroo, wait – ”

“Tetsuro,” he snapped at her again.

“You have work, you idiot,” she said, pulling at his hair sharply.

She didn't know if his responding smile was from what she said, or the fact that he liked his hair being pulled. “It's fine,” he said.

“It's not,” she hissed, and impulsively shoved two fingers into his mouth when he tried to return to his work.

He immediately started sucking on them.

He did this to Bokuto, too. She hadn't realized how much of a turn on it would be.

“Kuroo – ”

“Tetsuro,” he released her fingers to say again, visibly annoyed. “It's fine. They're not gonna let me go from one no-show.”

“You don't know that!”

Kuroo dropped her knee with a sigh before standing.

Finally, he was listening to her.

But then his hands were on her hips again, and he was lifting her up onto the counter. He fit himself between her thighs and pulled her until she balanced at the very edge, digging his arousal into her insistently.

“I'm going to fuck you,” he said against her mouth, voice suddenly very dark. “This is going to happen, Yukie. You can eat your noodles after. I'll even feed them to you.”

“That's not romantic,” she said. She tried very hard to sound angry, but her tone wobbled. “And that's not the issue at hand here.”

He bit at her cheek again, removing one hand from her side to begin working at his belt buckle.

Her arousal spiked at the sound. Nothing could explain that.

The inside of her ached to feel him. Her walls clenched of their own accord and she swallowed her shame. He pulled his cock from the confines of his pants – also not wearing underwear? – and pushed her shorts aside with it impatiently.

Then he paused. “I know I'm being really pushy, but is this actually oka—”

“Yes, stupid. Lose your fucking job, for all I care.”

His other arm flexed around her, adjusting her angle, and he aligned the head of his cock to her entrance. As soon as it caught, he wound his other hand into the waistband of her shorts and yanked her into him as he shoved forward.

The air choked out of her. He impaled her onto his cock, and without giving her a moment to adjust, he began to rut against her again. Just like last time.

Except this time he moved her with him, like a toy made for this purpose alone. He paused only to adjust her legs; hooking under them, folding his arms behind her, pulling her tightly into him. He isolated his thrusts, forcing himself as deep as he could go at this angle. His teeth bit into her shoulder, muffling his grunts into the fabric of her top.

She couldn't do the same. Her moans stuttered out over and over, clutching at his jacket for dear life as he moved her along his cock. She was hardly even on the counter at this point; her weight almost entirely supported by him.

His belt buckle jingled louder as he sped up, releasing her shoulder to plant kisses across the side of her neck. It was so sloppy. Like he was too distracted by the feel of her around him. When he pressed her against the counter, he was all but folding her in half. She was pinned there, unable to escape his punishing pace. Her hands clawed at his back trying to find purchase, but Kuroo wasn't thinking all that straight.

“Fuck, fuck, feels so good,” he mumbled aimlessly.

Yukie screwed her eyes shut, unable to contain the whine that left her.

If there was one thing that grabbed his attention, however, it was her noises.

“You like it?” he asked, mouth against her ear. “You like when I use you like this?”

Her breath shuddered out. She turned her head away, but his pace was quickening. He was bouncing her on his cock, his hips slamming against her.

“You like when I use you like a little doll,” he went on to say, honing in on the way she shook and twisted in his arms. There was little she could do, however. He held fast, never letting any slack on his hold around her. “You like being my fuck toy.”

“Oh, fuck,” she ground out, voice bouncing along with her. “Shut. Up.”

He laughed breathlessly, exhilarated.

There was a pain accompanying this, too. The dig of the counter against her lower back, his ever tightening grip as he neared completion. She grit her teeth and beared with it, because fuck if it didn't feel good, too.

The friction was insane. He dug inside of her at an angle that was unraveling her faster than normal. If these boys had anything, it was stamina. And he wasn't letting up on that pace at all.

His breath shuddered against her ear, and he mumbled, in a tone that simply sounded broken, “Yuu—kie , can I cum inside? Please?”

She bit her lip to catch her moan, but nodded quickly. She braced a hand behind her on the counter. Needlessly. He wasn't letting her fall any time soon.

His pace picked up, and it was just right. She whined and mumbled and let her head fall back, which left it completely open for him to kiss and lick at in just the way she liked. And just like that, her release came in hard, slow waves. Stuttering, but nonetheless persisting through his frantic pace.

“Hng, fuck,” he hissed again, and she felt the warmth of his cum filling her. It pulsed and throbbed and ached, and Kuroo bit her shoulder hard enough she cried out.

“Shit, shit—ouch!” she whined, and he groaned before releasing her.

“Sorry,” he breathed out, still pressing into her as tightly as he could.

“Kuroo,” she mumbled, hands on his shoulders.

He finally relaxed. “Sorry.”

At last, he pulled out of her. She immediately felt the soreness, both within and without. Her knees pressed together, and he carefully helped her onto her feet again. He rose to his full height, and he looked absolutely wrecked. His hair was all fucked up, his clothes rumpled, his face flush, his mouth red – he’d fucked, and everyone would know it if he went into work at this point.

He tucked himself back into his jeans, but didn't do up his belt just yet. “Let me get you something to clean up, hold on.”

She was still wearing her shorts. “It's fine. I'll just...use the restroom.”

When she returned, he was in the middle of adding time to the microwave to reheat her noodles.

“Hey, so,” he said, nervous. “The stuff I was saying – ”

“Was true,” she cut him off. “And that's the last time we're talking about it.”

It was astonishing he was blushing now.

“You still gonna feed me my noodles, though?”

.x.

[linguisticparadox]

Edited my fic to put the stuff I'd cut back in (well, most of it) and made a bunch of tweaks and changes. I'm a little proud of it at this point ngl, and maybe you'll see what I meant before when I said the previous versions were rushed.

Blahhhhh. Anyway.

Full text below the cut bc it's still veeeery much 18+, or you can go to the original AO3 link, which has been updated.

Mina's hair was soft between his clutching fingers as they kissed, her tongue and breath hot in his mouth.

She was on top of him, and both their nightclothes were hitched up over their stomachs, with her bare thighs straddling his pelvis as she ground her hips into him. He could feel her growing slick against his skin as she worked her buttocks up and down his shaft.

The hair rose on his arms as her lips began to wander. She kissed the hollow of his cheek, first, and the side of his chin, and then he felt her smiling indulgently as she trailed around to the corner of his jaw, and just behind it, to the secret place she knew by his ear that made him shiver.

His left hand took a bigger fistful of her hair while his right hand gripped her shoulder, and he groaned, as if he was holding himself steady, braced for an upheaval. On any other night, she would have stopped there, pulled back to mount him, and ridden him to climax.

But instead, her lips continued their wandering, and her breath quickened against his skin. A faint moan escaped her, as she moved down past his jaw to his throat, and Jonathan felt a rush of electricity through his skull. She was normally almost silent when they made love -- when he'd asked her why, she'd smiled, and kissed him gently, and said that it thrilled her to harken to all the little signs of the pleasure that she brought to his body.

She gave another soft moan, and he felt her tongue and lips engulfing his skin, gulping at him with a voracious passion that surprised and excited him. She continued down his neck, and finally lingered at the side of his throat, just above the vein.

He felt the edges of her teeth against his skin as she progressed, still moving her hips on him in an ancient, instinctual rhythm, while the heat and tension grew in his groin: she would soon bring him to a finish, and from the warmth in her thighs he knew she would not be far behind.

But suddenly, she stopped.

She sat up, pale as the linens of their marriage bed, covering her open mouth with her hands and staring at him with a look of terror that made his stomach clench and chased away all thoughts of passion.

He let the dark, tousled hair slip from his fingers, and propped himself up on his elbows. "What is it, darling?" he whispered.

He craned his neck to look at the spot on the wall above him, where she was now staring fixedly. He could see nothing.

He turned back to her. "Mina, what's wrong?"

She blinked, as if wakened from a spell, and looked down at him, with her hands still over her mouth. Her hair, wild from their lovemaking, hung unheeded like dark vines over her face. He could see the glittering of tears in her eyes, catching in the moonlight from the window.

He reached out, gently, and pulled her hands away from her mouth. He met no resistance as he kissed the shapely, clever fingers. "Please, Mina," he said. "Tell me. Let me try to put it right."

She closed her eyes, and shook her head slowly, as if trying to shake off a dream. "Didn't you feel it?" she murmured.

He let go of her right hand, and smoothed some of the obscuring locks behind her ear. "Feel what, darling?"

She did not answer.

"Come now," he said, "there must be no secrets between us." He could feel her left hand trembling, still held in his grasp.

Her voice trembled, too, as she murmured, hoarsely, "I--I was going to bite you. I wanted to. I very nearly did--you must have felt it!" She shuddered. "Oh, God!"

She clenched her free hand, and brought it to her mouth, bowing her head and crumpling in on herself. "Oh, my poor husband," she moaned, "what have you done to deserve such a wicked wife?"

He stared at her. Her skin was silver in the moonlight, shining from beneath the rivulets of dark, tangled hair that tumbled in sensual abandon over her shoulders. Her smooth, broad thighs still straddled his hips, and the unbuttoned neck of her nightdress revealed the twin swells of her breasts.

"I would have let you," he said.

She remained in her bowed posture, but raised her eyes and stared at him in shock through the tangles of hair that still hung before her face.

"What?" she said. It was hardly louder than a sigh.

Jonathan found that he had stopped breathing. His mouth was dry, and his tongue felt thick. He swallowed, and moistened his lips with his tongue.

"I wanted you to do it," he told her. He resisted the impulse to avert his eyes, holding her gaze as her pale cheeks flushed crimson to match his own.

"But," she paused, her eyes roving unconsciously as she gathered the words; and when she spoke, she whispered, as if she were afraid of being overheard: "doesn't it frighten you?"

He lowered his left hand, and, pushing himself up on it, pressed a chaste kiss onto her lips.

"There is nothing in you that I would ever fear," he said, as he pulled away.

"But Jonathan," she insisted, and he felt her tremble again, "what if it means--" She stopped short, and looked at him carefully. He waited in silence, hardly daring to breathe.

She pulled her right arm in to her body, laying her closed hand on her breast. Her voice was low as she said, "It is not only this, you know. I have long feared--"

She stopped, and swallowed thickly, lowering her eyes to the bedspread beside them, neatly stitched with pink flowers -- an engagement gift from Lucy.

"You must know, Jonathan," she continued, "that the vampire left its mark on me."

Jonathan sat up, slowly, raising both his hands, and with them gathered up all the wild locks and smoothed them back from her face. Holding her head tenderly between his hands, he gently traced a thumb over her forehead: first from top to bottom, and then left to right.

He looked into her eyes, then, and said, "There is no stain of that awful horror left in you. This--" He lifted his head and pressed his lips against the smooth, unblemished skin of her brow, with all the reverence of a penitent sinner kissing the wounds of Christ, "--is proof of that."

Her shoulders shook as the threatened tears began to fall. She grasped his left hand, and pressed it to her cheek, leaning into the warmth. For a moment, she could not speak. He waited.

"I know," she said at last, "I know that God has taken the corruption of the vampire out of my heart, at the final death of him who placed it there. But--" she turned her head and pressed her face into his hand, as if to hide her shame-- "but He cannot, or--or will not, take all the wickedness of my human soul, and there are times--"

She stopped, and began again.

"There are times when I think back--on my own transformation, yes, and the red eyes and whirling mist; but I think of the beautiful lips and sweet mouths of those three awful women, too, and--and rich, red blood spilling from pink flesh, pierced by those sharp teeth..."

She stopped again with a soft cry, overcome, and with closed eyes, she mustered herself to go on. "And I-- oh, Jonathan, I feel a stirring, such a wicked stirring, as I should only feel for you, my own beloved husband."

She ended abruptly, and looked at him with wide, wary eyes.

He lifted her hand, and kissed it. "You read my journal, dearest one," he said. "I have no secrets from you. You know that I, too, have felt the thrall of the vampire's seduction." She began to protest, and he set a finger to her lips. "And besides, you know that I would gladly follow you, even into Hell--or worse places, if need be."

She pushed his hand away, suddenly furious, and sat up on her knees, knocking him back onto the pillows. "Don't you see?" she cried. "Don't you understand? That is precisely what I fear the most!"

She scrubbed at her cheeks with the back of one hand, pushing away the tears, and went on. "It is bad enough if I alone should fall from God's grace, for the stain of my own sins, of my own free will--but to drag another with me, into darkness and despair--!"

His response was fierce and sudden, welling up unbidden as he looked in awe upon the face of his wife glowing hot with emotion.

"Drag me!" he cried. "Drag me! God himself could not drag me away from you, not if you were taken for torment to the deepest pit of Hell! Not if the earth itself, and Heaven and Hell, and everything and everyone in creation were arrayed against me!"

"Jonathan, please...!" The tears were falling freely again now. She pulled her hands and body away, and wrapped her arms around herself, shrinking down as if bent beneath a heavy weight.

"Please, don't talk like that," she wept. "It's a sin, Jonathan, and I-- I'm not worth it. No!" she said, seeing him start up to protest. "No one is worth that, Jonathan! And I couldn't stand to think that I had caused you any pain!"

He sat up again, and this time she didn't stop him. He pulled her close to himself, cradling her, and whispered, "You, my darling, are worth any pain, any suffering." He pressed his face into the dark, fragrant hair, and went on in a murmur. "I told you once that I would go through all the past again to win your trust, and I meant it."

He brushed a running tear away from her cheek with his thumb. "And I mean it now, tenfold."

She sobbed, and pressed her face into his chest. One hand grasped at his nightshirt, balling itself up in the fabric, as if she were only a frightened child, waking from some dreadful dream to the comfort of a warm hand and soothing voice.

Impulsively, he began to tenderly stroke the ruffled hair -- and felt his blood run cold as the familiarity of the scene struck him. But his hand never faltered or wavered, as it trailed soothingly through the dark locks, and lifted, and repeated the action, over and over. And at last, Mina's crying stopped, and she fell asleep, safe in the arms of her husband.

[hojiteaversion]

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

(leo x laia | 730 words | vampire laia, fluff | teen and up audiences | on ao3)

Leo had always made her feel alive, even back when she’d been human.

With him, she had always been free to be the version of herself she liked best, the one truest to her heart. His smiles said he loved every Lale, whether she was at her best or her worst. His arms around her promised he would cherish and protect her at the cost of everything else. The words he said only to her were a vow — one that would not come to pass in that life.

Still, his memory had kept her warm all these centuries. Six hundred years of waiting in what seemed like a never ending night.

But here he was. Her sun had risen again. And in all that time without him, she had never dreamed about him making her feel alive like this.

His blood coated her tongue, metallic and hot. It raced up, muddling her thoughts until she was all loving instinct. It rushed to her stomach like fire, lighting her up on the way. With him, this was sacred. He was magic even in this, turning this ugly, base need into something theirs — beautiful.

He held her in his warm embrace as if she was precious even with her teeth on his neck.

This close, she could perfectly feel the strength in each of his graceful muscles. Under her, his chest rose and fell with his deep, irregular breathing. Her hips instinctively tilted down, trying to find some friction.

Laia broke off from his neck with a quiet gasp when he put his leg in between hers, providing the contact she desperately needed. Her knees sank deeper into the bed, and she used that support to pull him even closer. She kissed the spot above his collarbone where she'd bitten. Returned her lips to their rightful place. Sucked harder.

He let out a muffled moan, and she felt his lips on top of her head.

Leo had a hand caressing the back of her scalp, the other on her back. In her most selfish moments, she liked touching her fingertips to the pulse point in his neck, liked the idea that the entirety of this beautiful, wonderful man — heart, soul, blood — was hers.

Stopping was always a pain, although one admittedly ameliorated by the bliss on his face. His cheeks, flushed. His eyes, darkened into her favorite shade of green. Him altogether, lovely, dazed, hers. She kissed his neck again.

"Every day I thank fate for bringing you back to me,” Laia blurted out before she could think.

He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh. "You're only saying that because I'm delicious."

It was so easy with him. How could she love someone so much?

“I’m saying it because it’s the truth.” But then she smiled back. “Although you are divine.”

His smile grew fonder, and he shook his head as he watched her, as if he, too, couldn’t believe the miracle of them finding each other again.

Laia looked away, busying herself with getting their gem and the wet wipes from the drawer. Trust leo to make a 600-year-old creature of the night feel shy.

“Allow me?” she asked, as usual. He did.

Carefully, she pressed the blue stone to his neck, above the bite. Combined with Leo’s own supernatural strength, it took no time to heal. As used as she was to the sight, it still brought her relief.

Then, she took the wipes. “Now be good for me.”

“Aren’t I always?” he replied, which she made herself ignore in the name of focusing.

Gently, she rubbed the blood off his neck. Leo raised his chin, giving her better access and watching her from under his eyelashes, and the sight should not have been as enticing as it was. But, well, it was him, pliant and obedient as she straddled him on the bed and cleaned his neck. Of course she couldn’t concentrate. His blood was inside her, for crying out loud.

Once done, she crumpled the wipe and threw it in the bin before taking his hand. Absentmindedly, her thumb caressed his fingers.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

He sat up in one swift move — cupped and caressed her cheek, touched his forehead to hers.

“Like I wanna go again.”

Laia couldn’t help it — she laughed.

“Eager.”

He kissed her cheek. “I just like being yours.”

[joons-bonsai-tree]

mine. // hongjoong

pairing: sub!hongjoong x femaledom!reader

word count: 1.7k // mature, smut

warnings/tags: teasing, petnames (kitten), marking, cunnilingus, sub top hongjoong, hands free orgasm (please, let me know if i forgot anything ♡)

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“you’re mine, kitten.” hongjoong whined from between your legs, his eyes looking up at you so glossy yet so dark.

“yours, love.” you moaned out as he went back to licking on your clit roughly, hand gripping tightly in his, guiding his tongue to the spots you loved the most.

this all started when the two of you went out on a date at a local restaurant, you’ve never been to before. the server was not so subtly flirting with you in front of joong. the man completely disregarded hongjoong and the fact that he was here with you. you were oblivious of the mans attempts at getting at you, but joong was fully aware and growing impatient with him. every time the man came back to our table he’d glare at him and grab onto your hand tightly.

after the third time it happened, you whispered a “what’s wrong, love?” towards him. he’d just look at you with his pretty, wide eyes and whined a little. you smile at him, thinking it’s just that he missed you since you haven’t been on a date like this in a while. so you reach a hand out and gently stroke his face which he leans into happily, purring.

it wasn’t until the server came back with the bill, handing it to you and grazing your hand a little in the process is when joong finally snapped. he snatched the bill from your hand and rose from his seat to go pay, pushing past the server aggressively with an eye roll. you were a little in shock, confused as to why hongjoong had had the sudden physical outburst.

once joong returns, he pulls you out from the booth you were booth sitting in and pulls you in for a kiss that also catches you by surprise. you of course kiss him back, placing a hand on his neck and tilting his head back to deepen the kiss. joong moans and whines into it, legs becoming a little weak and grip on your shirt tight.

you pull away with a final kiss and a grin to find hongjoong smirking at the server. you look over and see him standing there in shock, cheeks burning bright red in embarrassment before he turns around to go serve another table. that’s when you finally become aware of the situation and why your joong had did what he had, smiling to yourself.

“mine. what didn’t he understand?” hongjoong mutters while walking up to the door of your shared place. you can tell he’d been jealous and little upset the whole drive back here by the way he’d gripped the steering wheel tight with one hand and your thigh with the other, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted.

even though he had gotten his redemption and showed the server that you belonged to him, something inside him still stirred at the looks he gave you and the way his hand lingered a little too long after handing you the bill. he was repulsed by the man and at the thought of him trying to take you away from him. he opens the door and removes his shoes, helping you take of yours after.

“my kitten.” he whines, pulling you into the bedroom and laying you on the bed. he climbs on top of you, sitting on your lap. he looks down at you with a slight pout and you giggle.

“i’m all yours, joong i promise.” you reassure him, running a hand through his red hair. but he doesn’t listen to you this time, pinning your hand above your hand and whining while shaking his head.

“mine.” he says again, grip tight on your wrist as his eyes become a little darker. he then leans down and starts leaving little kisses and nips on your neck. you inhale deeply, neck kisses being your weakness and you can feel yourself already getting turned on by the way your love’s skilled mouth works against your skin. it’s not long before he’s biting an sucking on your neck and leaving a bunch of hickies along it.

“have to mark you so everyone knows you’re mine.” he whispers into your neck before leaving more hickies. little moans start escaping your lips and you can feel a small wet spot starting to form on your panties from the pleasure you are feeling.

hongjoong starts moving his kisses down your body, starting from the hickies on your neck and moving down to your chest, lifting your shirt to suck a nipple into his mouth. he rolls his tongue over it, biting on it gently. he licks and flicks it around while making eye contact with you, earning a louder moan from you, your body heating up.

“fuck love, just like that.” you moan out, your free hand reaching out to grip his hair tightly and tug which earns a high moan from him in return. you can feel joong’s bulge grow in his pants from the light pull of his hair. he starts to grind it against you a bit to relieve the strain against him. you smile to yourself at how no matter how possessive or dominant joong seems, he’s nothing but a submissive under your hands at the end of the day.

he continues his trip down your body, leaving hickies everywhere he stops. he reaches your region, removing your pants and taking notice of the wet spot left on your panties. he smiles and rubs over the spot gently, making a sharp gasp escape your lips and your hips to rise off the bed.

“so wet for me, only me.” he whines out, rubbing harder against your panties. he moves up a little and rubs at your clit, causing the wet spot to only grow bigger. you groan at for being such a tease and tug at his hair a tad bit harder to urge him to go faster and put his mouth on you already.

“come on love, don’t you wanna make your kitten feel good?” you moan out, pulling his hair to where he is making eye contact with you. you watch joong’s eyes glaze over as it does when he’s in his submissive headspace and smirk. he quickly nods his head and whines out from the rough grip and dominating tone in your voice.

“yes, yes want to make you feel so good kitten.” he moans out. you let a good boy, before loosening your grip to allow hongjoong to remove your panties from your waist. you excitedly lays between your legs and leaves some kisses on your thighs moving down to your spot, eyes completely glazed and grip tight on your skin.

“make your kitten feel good, hm?” you say, guiding his head down to your cunt. he whines out before licking your clit and sucking it into his mouth. you immediately moan out, legs threatening to squeeze around his head hand gripping the sheet below you. hongjoong always knows how to use his mouth on you so well, knows all the right spots to make you squirm.

“you’re mine, kitten.” he whines out, moaning into your cunt. he looks up at you briefly with his glossy and dark eyes and it makes you shiver a little.

“yours, love.” you moan out, eyes squeezing shut at the intense pleasure building up into your orgasm. you want the sensation to last because it felt so good, but the way your love wasn’t letting up on your clit wasn’t making it easy to do. your orgasm was coming at you full speed ahead with nothing to stop it.

“fuck, love-joong! ‘m gonna cum.” you moan, your moans getting higher in pitch the closer you got. hongjoong only whines and grips your thighs tighter in order to not let you escape from all the twitching you were doing. your legs tremble in his hands, toes curling, hand tight in joong’s head, and head thrown back into the pillows.

your orgasm hits you intensely, moans coming out nonstop as it feels like it last forever. hongjoong doesn’t stop either, sucking on your clit through your orgasm and making sure you feel it until the end. even after you’ve come down from your orgasm he stays down and licks up the cum that has pooled down there, making you let out a good boy for cleaning his mess.

“good boy.” you whisper against his head, once you pull him up to lay next to you. you lower a hand down to his bulge to return the favor and make him feel good, but you stop once your hand placed over it. you notice the spot above his cock is wet, like he came.

“love? did you cum while pleasing me, hm?” you ask while gently rubbing over the spot, enjoying the little whimpers joong lets out into your neck. you look down and notice his cheeks are a dusty pink and his hand is gripping the front of your shirt cutely. he nods after a second, clearly embarrassed by cumming without you even having to touch him. you simply just smile though, proud and pleased that you have that power over him.

“you’re the cutest, you know that? now come on, let’s get cleaned up.” you say with a smile, placing a gently kiss on joong’s forehead. he nods into your neck, the pink color leaving his face before he sits up and runs into the bathroom cutely in embarrassment. you smile, shaking your head at his silliness. what are you going to do with him?

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hi you guys, hope you enjoyed this one ! how are we feeling with the ateez fics ? any suggestions or requests? also, how do we feel about sub tops, i really enjoy the concept, but you guys let me know how you guys feel about it :) !

p.s. i don’t appreciate fireworks playing in the middle of me writing this one, lol.

-bonsai 🪴

[father-time-and-baby-new-year]

haze

fantasizing about frat chapter president! eren....

pairing: Frat Boy!Eren x Fem!Reader, side Porco x Fem!Reader

tw: eren is MEAN as fuck, dubcon touching, cheating, degradation, power play, misogyny, abuse, ooc, i love porco but I'm slandering him here...so sorry. dark content.

eren slides a hand up your thigh from the mini-dress you're wearing, and you're just a little confused bc you're pretty sure he has a girlfriend, and you're pretty sure he knows you have a boyfriend.

but he clearly doesn't care. he's telling you to not make a scene, and you're indignant. well as indignant as you can be. you're soft around the edges, meek to a fault and you find it hard to raise your voice.

he's mocking you.

"is m-my boyfriend the only thing you know how to say?" he emphasizes your stutter. you nervously look around, locking your eyes with a boy with slicked-back dark blond hair and swimming-athlete broad shoulders. when you try to get up, eren's strong hand presses on your thigh to prevent you from escaping.

he follows your trembling gaze and a smirk creeps into his mouth, "that's him right? your boyfriend?" he spits the word out like it's coated in venom.

you don't confirm or deny but that's all eren needs.

"Galliard!" eren calls out. your eyes widen in surprise, and porco is surprised too. but nonetheless, he walks over, hesitation evident with every step.

he doesn't say anything about the way eren is touching you, about his hand groping your thighs like a lifeline.

you know porco. he's very prideful and stubborn and had a tendency to rush into things headfirst but he's also kind and gentle and immensely protective over you.

so, if he was all of these things, why did he stand before eren like a dog with its tail tucked between his legs? there was not even a hint of the usual bravado you've been accustomed to seeing when he was with reiner.

eren pulls you right next to him, his arm wrapped around your waist. there's practically no space in between you two. he's close enough to smell your shampoo.

"your girlfriend is pretty." he says flatly. no not flatly, there's a sneer accompanying his tone.

porco gulps.

you don't what's happening, but eren grabs your dress-clad tit with no hesitation, groping and squeezing your nipple. he must have noticed you weren't wearing a bra.

"isn't she pretty galliard."

your boyfriend is perplexed, unsure of what the fuck is happening: "ye-yeah she is." it's a lame comment and eren sighs like he's bored.

his sharp fingernails dig into the plush of your thigh, "how badly do you wanna join this frat, galliard?"

porco is trying to process what he's just been asked but the answer escapes before he could force it back, "m-more than anything." he repeats himself as if to assure himself, "more than anything."

eren smiles, too wide and full of teeth to be genuine. "that's good...that's good" he hums.

he runs a hand through his pretty dark hair, "well I'll cut to the chase. you wanna join my chapter and I wanna fuck your girlfriend."

you gasp, instantly looking to porco but he can't meet your eyes. why were you being treated like you had no agency? your noises of disagreements and whiny complaints are snuffed by eren's large hand covering your mouth.

"shut up. the men are talking."

he then redirects the conversation back to porco, "you really haven't trained her much, have you?"

what the fuck?! yeah sure you may have been the shyest kid in class but even you had your limits. you've always thought frats were stupid and couldn't understand your boyfriend's obsession with getting into one, especially this one, the supposedly most prestigious and exclusive one.

you bite down on eren's hand. he moves his hand away with an unnatural quickness, cursing under his breath.

"stupid bitch" if looks could kill, his green eyes would have shot you dead thousand times by now, "you're a wild fucking animal." than he gives your body a once-over, staring obnoxiously, "do you fuck like one too?"

porco also looked surprised and nervous. whether for himself or for you, you don't know.

"your girlfriend bit me." he states calmly to porco, "what are we gonna do about that?"

you can't move, you're still trapped by eren's hands and the way porco is standing is over you, he's locking you in.

"she'll apologize, she will."

"no I won't!" you shriek.

eren sighs, taking a long hit of his dab pen, zeroing in the smoke before blowing the cloud on porco's face. the blond merely winces.

"you heard the lady" the dark-haired boy shurgs, "so I have an idea."

you could feel your heartbeat pounding.

"Hit her."

time seemed to slow down. "w-what?" porco's face lost all of its color. "a slap or something. you can backhand her if you want to."

backhand her if you want to. the words echoed in your ears like a frenzy of sounds, you were only hearing it, can't even understand it.

eren pushes you onto his lap, and iron-clad grip on your waist. he transfers your weight like you're no more than a feather. you know he's an athlete, that he's strong, but this strong?

"i-i'm not going to do that."

the dark-haired boy chuckles, "how many generations of your family have been accepted into this frat huh? you have legacy and couldn't even get in your freshman year. jesus christ, you're literally only standing before me because you have legacy."

he's continuing his verbal assault, "and with this fuckin chick, stop your dramatics. it's so cute that you're acting like a good boyfriend when you had your tongue down pieck's throat literally last night."

"w-what" your voice is no more than a whisper, tears welling in your eyes.

you can't even hold yourself back as you stare at your boyfriends, no, ex-boyfriends' eyes and utter, "you are fucking pathetic."

you're not exactly surprised when you see his hand raised, and you brace yourself from the impact, closing your eyes shut.

the impact never comes. you open your eyes to see eren holding his wrist. he lets out a low whistle, "seesh were you really about to hit your girl?"

this is the first time you've seen porco sputter. eren takes another hit of his pen, "get the fuck out of here."

porco has the audacity to look back at you before he turns on his heel and leaves like a cowardly dog.

"let me go."

eren's lips are pressed to your neck, "no...i don't think i will."

kofi

taglist: @imjustsomebodyelse @forwardpair @cinnamon-n-roses @candy-hime

[bokuroskitten]

Okay so my request. 🥺

Poly relationship between Ushijima x reader x Bokuto. Reader feels super neglected due to both of them having super busy volleyball schedules. Of course she knew this when she started dating them. But she still gets lonely and needy. Both himbos don’t realize it due to them being well himbos. It’s not until they notice her clingy to a player from one of the teams who gives her attention. They confront her and she breaks down and spills her heart out to them. They give her the long awaited attention she needs. Can it possibly be smut please? 🥺🥺🥺

I hope this is everything you’re looking for love. Thank you for requesting and sorry it took a couple days. Please, enjoy. ❦

𝔇𝔢𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔢

〈You know Bokuto and Ushijima are busy men, but the longer you’re away from them, the larger the ache becomes

〷 This piece contains haikyuu time skip spoilers 〷

❈ genre: Angst/Comfort, NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

❈ warnings: anxiety/insecurities, Poly Relations (Reader x Bokuto Koutarou x Ushijima Wakatoshi), size kink, dom/sub dynamics, make-up sex.

It wasn’t like they were ignoring you on purpose. Bokuto and Ushijima would never do such a thing. Usually, they were so good at giving you all the attention you needed, checking up on you and asking about your day even after long practices or games.

But things had gotten really busy for your two boyfriends as volleyball season was back in full swing. Playing for the Japanese national team left little time for leisure, leaving you to an empty house that usually was always filled with Bokuto’s laughter or the sound of Ushijima’s rock music. Your days were filled with checking empty group chats, rushing home to make dinner only to find you were the only one eating it, and barely managing to stay awake when the front door finally opened.

It was starting to be too much for you. And you needed them oh so badly. Some night you tried wearing Bokuto’s shirt with your fingers buried deep between your thighs only to find they weren’t long enough to reach your good spots. Or you’d call out Ushijima’s name louder and louder hoping it would bring you closer to a high but it always fell flat.

You started to give up from frustration, actually felt yourself avoiding mirrors or even their touch. You didn’t deserve it, didn’t want to see. Maybe they were doing this on purpose, maybe this was their way of telling you that you weren’t enough for them anymore. Maybe there was someone else, prettier and younger and more bubbly.

There was that one pretty girl who was always conveniently at their practices...

The thoughts began to weigh on you. Made you feel like in your little house of three you didn’t really belong. But you weren’t sure how to bring it up to the boys, not when they were working so hard, and certainly not when they were exhausted every time they came home. So you just kept it all in your chest, letting it build and grow and spread.

All you wanted to do on your day off was stay in bed, allow the covers to swallow you whole so you didn’t have to think about anything. But Bokuto insisted you get up, that grin on his face that usually had you grinning right back.

“Cmon Birdy! Come watch us today! The rest of the boys will be happy to see you too!”

Normally you would have been thrilled at the opportunity, spending the whole day watching your men do what they loved so much. But with everything you’ve been feeling it was hard. Still, you tried your best to match that grin of his, rolling out of bed and getting ready so you could go to their joint practice.

You sat where you usually did, on the first bleacher, front and centre. You were usually so engaged, cheering them on when they hit a particularly good spike or bringing them water when they needed, but today you found yourself distracted. Eyes wandering to the ceiling or fiddling with the hem of the skirt you wore.

You hadn’t even noticed the stranger that sat beside you, just how close he’d gotten. You were taken more back when he spoke so close to your ear, making you jump a little in your seat.

His laughter was so warm. Smooth and thick like honey. You didn’t recognize him, but boy was he handsome. Dark features, light eyes, a smile with a perfect set of teeth. “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you pretty.”

Pretty— did he really think you were pretty? Not wanting to seem more like a dunce you forced words from your lips, a little nervous giggle following suit. “I-I was totally zoned out, you didn’t scare me too bad, promise.”

He was staring, and normally this would have made you uncomfortable. Normally you would have told a handsome stranger right away that you were happily taken. But the longer he stared the tighter you pressed your thighs together, the deeper your flush became. You basked in it, the attention you were so craving from your two boyfriends...

“You must be new, I’d recognize a beautiful face like yours.” Another clench of your thighs. You were biting your lip and then his hand was on your thigh. This is where you’d usually slap someone, or call your much larger partners to handle it. But you couldn’t take your eyes off his. And right now you didn’t want to, not when his thumb felt so smooth on your skin.

“What’s your name? And phone number, if your willing of course.”

He was wearing a jersey, one didn’t recognize. Maybe from an opposing team? You just giggled again, tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. Words were on the tip of your tongue when a heavy hand fell on your shoulder. The male's hand all but flew off your thigh, his eyes a bit narrowed as the all too familiar voice sounded behind you.

“Baby, come with me.” Ushijima’s voice didn’t waver, in fact, it was deeper than usual, laced with an emotion you couldn’t quite point out. Looking towards the court you saw Bokuto too, thick brows furrowed and arms crossed. Your lips twisted in a thin line as you stayed still a moment, only for Ushijima to easily haul you to your feet.

“W-Wakatoshi—“

“I said. Come.” There was a demand, one that had the frustration bubbling on your features. You tore yourself away from his grip but still stormed out of the bleachers. Bokuto was quick to follow, easily picking up with your pace and walking to your side.

“Baby... what was that...”

“Right in front of us too? Just disrespectful.” Ushijima spoke, now on your other side.

You could feel them, the hot and angry tears that began to swim in your gaze as you stormed towards an empty room. The two continued to talk, trying to understand. You never flirted so openly with others, especially didn’t let them touch you. They wanted answers, needed to know why.

But as soon as the door closed behind you, you snapped.

“It was nice getting attention for once you know!”

That shut them up quickly. Bokuto looked downright shocked, lips held open in a silent gasp while Ushijima still held that blank expression of his. He was going to be the first one to speak but you cut him off, finally letting the tears slip-free.

“I know you two are busy! I know that I signed up for it. But it’s been too much— I’ve been so so lonely... and no one ever seems to notice! Neither of you! I just— I miss my boys, I miss you two so much and it’s not fair... it’s not fair to feel this lonely when I have you both...”

Your voice faded with a small crack, the tears now pooling from your eyes. You tried your best to wipe them away, body beginning to tremble as all the feelings hit you at once. You felt bad yelling at them, seeing their looks of shock. But it was now or never, you had to get it out.

Arms were around you, and you had to blink out a couple tears to realize it was Ushijima who had pulled you in so close. One of his large palms cupped the back of your head, pressed you into his chest with a small little hum.

“Love... sorry you’ve been feeling this way—“

“Why didn’t you just tell us Birdy! We love you so much you know!” Bokuto was quick to follow suit, joining in on the hug which only seemed to make you more emotional. Finally being encased in their warmth, feeling their arms over yours. It was everything you had been wanting.

“I-I didn’t want to seem ungrateful.. and then I just got in my head... I thought maybe you two d-didn’t want—“

“Shush...” Ushijima murmured, not even allowing you to finish that sentence. He pulled away just enough so you could look both of them in the eyes. Bokuto was giving you a small little smile, hoping it would make those tears of yours go away, while Ushijima just sighed, smoothed his palm over your cheek to wipe away tears with his thumb.

“Baby, we love you so much, please don’t ever doubt that okay?” He made sure you nodded before continuing. “We’re sorry, sorry for making you feel unwanted.”

“So so sorry Birdy! I just love ya— well of course we both do but, I just love ya so so much!” Bokuto said with enthusiasm, his smile growing when you let out a little giggle. You wiped away the remainder of your tears, chest a bit shaky as you looked between your two boys. You could see, how genuinely sorry they were. You knew deep down that they would never stop loving you, but hearing it, seeing it on their faces, made the weight that had been sitting in your chest lift.

“I love you both... love you, Bo, love you Ushi...”

“Tonight will be all about you pretty bird, all night just for you,” Bokuto said, pulling you back into a hug that you happily got swallowed into. Ushi nodded in agreement, his palm smoothing over the back of your head as you swayed in Bokuto’s embrace.

❦ ❦ ❦ ❦

The evening really had been all about you. From the way Bokuto carried you bridal style into your shared apartment, to the way Ushijima had slowly stripped you in front of the full-length mirror, murmuring in your ear all his favourite parts of your lovely body. Now you were situated in Ushijima’s lap, naked body covered in a light layer of sweat as your chest rose and fell at a quick pace.

“P-Please Sir, want more, need more.” Your voice was nothing more than a whine that was easily shushed by Ushijima. His thick thighs tensed a bit around your own, pulling your legs further apart in the process. “Be patient baby girl, want you to feel every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

Bokuto was struggling to go slow as well, the urge to just thrust wildly into your perfect cunt filling his chest. The look Ushijima shot him told him to keep up this slow pace, for you. So he went in just another inch, making the two of you groan in unison.

“That’s it...” Ushijima’s voice was huskier than usual, large hand palming at your chest as he nodded His eyes were glued to your splitting pussy. “Another inch Bo, just one.”

And it went on just like that until Bokuto’s hips kissed the backs of your thighs, his head rolled back in a pleased moan as you squirmed in Ushijima’s grip. “Beautiful...” Ushi mumbled, his palm slithering down your body to rest on the bulge left in your stomach by Bokuto’s cock. You whimpered at the touch, cheeks feeling hot as his hand slid down to your pussy, traced the way your lips stretched around Bokuto’s throbbing length.

“You’re so stretched around Daddy’s cock baby, you see that? See how Bo can just split you open?” He took hold of your jaw with his free hand, making sure you were looked down at your full pussy. “S-see it Sir, and it feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah it does, this pretty pussy was made for me.” Bokuto rumbles out, his muscles tensing as he suddenly jutted his hips, his tip slapping against your cervix and making you yelp. Ushijima tsked at that, brows furrowing a bit as he snatched one of Bokuto’s hands, made him press it into the place where you and him met. “You need to be patient to Bo, just appreciate how little our baby is, how her perfect cunny stretches just for us. Isn’t it wonderful?”

Bokuto was basically drooling, his fingers pressing along the bulge on your tummy, the one he made. He licked his lips, before a grin curled on his handsome face. “It’s so so wonderful, the best fucking cunt ever. Going to fill you up over and over again tonight pretty girl, make sure you're stuffed absolutely full of Toshi and I so you never doubt again just how much we love you.”