#this one is right above my bed so they can climb from headboard to box

[whompthatsucker1981]

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[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Moving Day Surprise - Colin Shea x Reader

Summary: While moving into a new place together you find an old belonging of Colin’s that you desperately want to try out. 

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ ONLY! NSFW! Slight Dom Reader! Oral (Male receiving)! Language! Bondage!

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Colin couldn’t be happier. You and him were finally moving into your new apartment. You had been looking for months, finding it impossible to find a place near to where you worked and for a good price. So when this place popped up the pair of your couldn’t move quick enough.

He was also happy that this box was the final one, and that this apartment building had a working lift.

“Right that’s the last of it” Colin sighs putting the box down on the couch.

He frowned slightly when he didn’t hear you respond, expecting some form of celebration.

“Sweetheart?” Colin called out walking down the hall towards the bedroom.

Peering inside the bedroom he found you knelt down on the floor one of his boxes in front of you.

“You okay?” Colin asks walking into the room.

“How long have you had these?” You ask looking up at him holding up a pair of handcuffs.

“Oh um I dunno, years, my dad gave them to me when he tried to convince me to become a cop” Colin shrugs “I just chucked them in the closet and forgot about them”

“So you’ve never used them?” You ask grabbing the key from the box, standing up the hand cuffs dangling from your finger.

“No I haven’t” Colin says his brow arching when he noticed the look on your face.

A smirk growing on his face when he realised what you were thinking “do you want to use them” he asked.

“Yeah, but not on me” you say glancing up at him through your lashes, Colin frowning in confusion.

“I want to use them on you” you continue making Colin’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise.

For the first time in a while Colin felt flustered “oh um.. really are you sure?” He asks clearing his throat.

“Yes, please Colin, can we just try it?” You ask giving, jutting your lower lip out in the perfect pout.

“Okay fine, you know I’m up for anything” he agrees with a small shrug.

“You won’t regret this I promise” you smirk running your hands up and down his chest pushing him back towards the bed.

As soon as the back on his legs hit the bed he sat down, his hands resting on your hips as you stood between his thighs.

“I think we deserve a break from all this moving” you say slowly as you lift his tee up and over his head “especially you for carrying up all those boxes”

Colin just hummed in agreement, his hands squeezing your thighs as he pulled you closer. Smirking as you rested your hands on his shoulders leaning down to press a slow sensual kiss to his lips.

“Lay back on the bed rockstar” you say nodding your head in the direction of the headboard.

Colin nods scooting back onto the bed, laying down. He licked his lips as he watched you pull off the loose tee you wore, followed by the v-neck bralette underneath. The grin on his face grew as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his lips making his cock twitch.

You smirked down at his, grabbing his hands and lifting them above his head. As you leant forward to handcuff his wrists to the metal frame of the bed he couldn’t help himself, lifting his head his lips wrapping around your erect nipple.

You let out a quiet moan when he swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak, shaking your head as you sat back up out of his reach “this is for you remember, not me” you remind him, running your hands over his bare, chiselled chest.

As your fingers traced over his abs you lifted yourself off of his hips, settling down besides him as you began tugging as the drawstrings of his sweatpants. Sweatpants that now had a very obvious tent in them. Hooking your fingers underneath the waistband you began pulling both his sweatpants and boxers down, Colin kicking them off as best as he could. Free of it’s confines, Colin’s member stood tall and proud, pre cum leaking from the swollen head.

Colin took a shuddering breath as you leant down, your eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint in them as you gently licked the beads of precum off his head.

“Fuck” Colin groaned dropping his head back against the pillow, his wrists straining against the handcuffs.

You smirked up at him swirling your tongue around the tip before taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. Your tongue laying flat against the underside of him earning a long moan from him.

Colin was never quiet during sex but usually it was grunts of determination and curses as he worked you towards your orgasm. Always putting your needs first. But now that control was taken out of his hands in the best way possible, and all he could feel was pleasure that escaped through his moans as you deep throated him. Moans that only got louder when you started fondling his balls.

Despite the intense pleasure he was feeling he knew that he only wanted to finish in “sweetheart wait, stop” he panted.

You instantly stopped sitting up with a concerned look on your face “what’s wrong? Are you okay? Are they hurting?” You ask him.

A smile appeared on Colin’s face as you looked down at him in concern “sweetheart I’m perfect, I just wanna finish inside you” he grins.

The concerned look on your face melted away, replaced with a wide smile as you nodded. Colin watched, licking his lips as you pushed your shorts off, climbing up the bed.

You straddled his hips, leaning down as you cupped his cheeks “anything for you rockstar” you smile capturing his lips in yours.

Colin let out a long moan, forehead pressed against yours as you slowly sank down onto him. Blinking a couple of times as you sat up, your hands running down his chest as you began to rock your hips.

Colin loved it when you rode him, but usually he was able to grab your hips or reach up to play with your tits. But now all he could do was sit there and watch the show, memorised by the way your tits bounced, the look on your face as you got closer to your own high.

Colin could see that you were close, but holding yourself back wanting to him to find his end first. But Colin didn’t want that at all.

“Let go sweetheart, I wanna to see you come undone on my cock” he groaned.

You just nodded, your mouth hanging open, eyes shut as you picked up the pace, bouncing on his cock. Colin could feel your walls fluttering around him, so he continued to urge you on with words of encouragement. Soon enough he felt you hit your high, your walls clenching around him, a breathy gasp escaping your lips. Colin barely held on, waiting until you were just coming down when he let himself go, painting your walls with ropes of his cum.

The room went silent, the only noise being the sounds of heavy breathing from both you and Colin. Your hands rested against his chest, propping you’re up but Colin knew you just wanted to collapse.

“C’mon, c’mere” he smiled.

You nodded reaching over to the bedside table to grab the keys, unlocking from his confines. As soon as he was free, Colin wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you down onto his chest, his lips peppering kisses to your face.

“I love you sweetheart” he sighed smiling up at you.

“I love you too rockstar” you smile nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

Colin smiled pressing a kiss to your temple as his hands ran up and down you back, knowing that he really hit the jackpot with you.

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[malfoysstilinski]

Can you a Draco Smut where he gets bored and literally just decides to make out with and suck your clit slowly like lazily and teases you into an orgasm?

bored | draco malfoy smut 18+

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: draco’s bored so he decides to eat you out

warnings: 18+, smut, oral (female receiving), degradation?, really cute boyfriend!draco

word count: 2.1k

For some reason, lessons today felt like they had dragged on for far too long. Snape’s monotone voice had only drowned you deeper into a pit of boredom from where you sat at the back of his DADA lesson during the last period of the day, hoping that time would just speed up so you could spend your Friday evening with your boyfriend.

And finally the time came where Snape eventually dismissed the class, but not without a pile of homework and a stern message about the N.E.W.T exams quickly approaching. You didn’t even want to think about any of that right now; N.E.W.T level DADA would be the death of you, you were sure of that much.

“Come on pretty girl,” Draco whispered, his arm tucking around your shoulders, your head leaning on his shoulder slightly as you left the classroom. “You can nap in my room, or read - whatever you want.”

You smiled at that - you loved Draco’s room. He was a prefect, not to mention a Malfoy, so he got special privileges; one of them being a room all to himself. His double bed was far comfier than the single you had in your dormitory, which was where you found yourself five minutes later.

Your robe had been ditched; chucked somewhere onto the floor before Draco could even enter the room. You collapsed onto his bed, lying horizontally across the bottom half and staring up at the ceiling as you heard a huff come from Draco. You craned your head in time to see him swipe your uniform off the floor.

Draco didn’t even bother to scold you anymore - no matter how many times he said it, you always forgot his ‘nothing but feet on the floor’ policy. It sort of surprised you when you found out how tidy he was — much more organised than you, who couldn’t even be bothered to take your shoes off.

You wiggled your legs which were dangling off the end of the mattress and Draco rolled his eyes, finishing folding your robe and placing it on the back of his desk chair before moving over to your feet. His hand grabbed the back of your heel and he began to undo the laces of your school shoes, staring at you in amusement.

“You have me running around like a House-Elf for you,” he huffed.

You grinned up at him, lifting your head so you could see him properly. “I know,” you chirped.

Draco finally got both your shoes off, your toes wiggling in your tights as they thanked you for finally releasing them from their tight confidements. You watched your blond boyfriend move around the room to place your shoes neatly by the door before he peeled his robes and shoes off too, putting them away also tidily.

“You’re lucky you’re pretty, darling,” Draco muttered, shooting you a look as he climbed onto his bed, his back against the headboard as he grabbed his book off of the bedside table. “You gonna sleep?”

“No, just lay here,” you murmured back, your fingers fiddling with the detail of his silk bed covers. “I just want to… reflect on my day.”

“Oh, that meditation thing you’ve been doing?” Draco hummed, not lifting his eyes from his book as he stretched his legs out, them resting by your head from where you were curled up at the bottom of his bed.

“Reflecting is not necessarily meditating, Draco,” you reminded him for the hundredth time. “Just because you have no thoughts whatsoever.”

“I have no thoughts?” Draco glanced over, raising his eyebrows at you.

You giggled. “Yeah - I bet it’s just lift music in your head.”

“Lift music?” Draco repeated, confused.

Your eyes lit up - another fact you could give him. You loved how confused he looked whenever you told him about the other world he had grown up despising. You adored the way he asked questions and pretended not to be interested sometimes.

“A lift is a Muggle invention. It’s a metal box thing that replaces stairs sometimes; you get in, press which floor you want and it takes you up or down,” you explained to him, “And there is music inside it sometimes. And it’s really slow and…” You noticed the weird look on Draco’s face, your voice fading away. “Never mind.”

“I don’t get it,” Draco hummed before turning back to his book.

It made you giggle and shake your head. You closed your eyes soon after, just thinking. About Draco, about the homework Snape had set you, the Hogsmeade trip you planned to go on with Pansy next weekend…

You can feel his eyes on you.

Your own peel open and you turn to face him. “What?”

“My book’s shit,” he admitted.

“You’re halfway through it.”

“Yeah, and it’s shit.”

You frowned, your eyes moving from his face to the cover of said shit book. “I recommended that to you,” you pouted slightly.

“Which is why, as you can see, I’ve tried to like it - but I can’t,” Draco said, placing the book back down onto the bedside table. “It’s boring. And I’m bored.”

“How?” You cocked an eyebrow at him. “Classes literally ended twenty minutes ago max.”

Draco shot you a look. “So? I’m still bored.”

“Too bad, I’m -”

“You’re meditating, I know.”

“It’s not - Ugh, whatever. Yes, I’m meditating, so leave me alone,” you replied, rolling your eyes before closing them yet again.

There was more silence. Draco seemed to respect your wishes, not saying another word. All you could feel was the silk sheets beneath your body, all you could smell was Draco’s scent and the fresh fragrance of his bed covers, and all you could hear was the sound of your breathing and Draco’s - as well as the sound of him adjusting himself on the bed a little bit.

You wished you could stay like this forever. After the long day you’d just had, this was the perfect way to end it. Maybe some cuddles from Draco would make it better, but that could come a bit later, maybe after dinner.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a weight above your legs. Your eyes cracked open and you glanced down, your brows furrowing at Draco. He wasn’t even looking at your face, he didn’t say a word, but he reached for your skirt and flipped it above your stomach, pulling your tights and panties down in one go.

“Draco -” You were cut off by his cold finger sliding up through your folds.

“Shh,” Draco muttered, still not even glancing at you, too focused on what was between your legs. “Go back to your meditating. I’m just… entertaining myself.”

You couldn’t complain with that. You found yourself complying, your head tilting back so you were facing the ceiling, your eyes closing. You weren’t really wet, much to Draco’s dismay, but you soon felt him spitting on your clit and felt it drip down your folds. His fingers slid it around, knocking purposefully at your bundle of nerves and causing arousal to spike through you.

When you felt yourself begin to get wet, your clit throbbing beneath his lazy, aimless touch, you couldn’t help but open your eyes, glancing down at him. He wasn’t even sitting between your legs - just beside you, his hand reaching for your cunt like he was half-heartedly playing some sort of game.

Draco’s silver eyes were entranced by your cunt, his fingers experimenting as they changed direction, moved about, all so agonisingly slow. After a minute of the torturous pace, his eyes flickered up to you and he lifted his hand towards your face.

“Wanna taste?” He asked as if he was talking about sharing food.

You opened your mouth anyway, two of Draco’s fingers slipping inside. You sucked around his digits, your tongue being invaded by your own taste - a taste that Draco insisted he could never get enough of. He pulled his hand away when you were done, looking back down at your cunt and beginning to rub again.

“Draco,” you whispered desperately as he hit the right place.

He glanced back up at you, smirking a little. “Does it feel good?” He murmured, voice deep and barely above a whisper.

“Mhm,” you mumbled back, eyes clenching shut again.

His mouth touching your cunt nearly made you jump. Everything about what he was doing was so lazy, as if he had all the time in the world and he wasn’t there to make you cum but to just satisfy his own boredom and curiosity. Maybe that was the only reason he was touching you like this, but either way, you liked it. You liked the teasing nature of the whole thing, even though it was tortuous how slowly his tongue came out to lick up your folds.

Everything inside you wanted to wither and grab at his hair and tug, begging him to go faster, but you refrained; your hands remained gripping the sheets beside you, your small whimpers that made Draco’s cock hard filling his bedroom.

His mouth was wet, a mixture of his own spit and your arousal, as it wrapped around your bundle of nerves, your back nearly arching as he began to suck softly. Your breath hitched, not used to the aimlessness of it all. It almost felt careless, but his hand on your thigh said otherwise as his thumb stroked circles against your skin.

Your lips pursed together, a moan threatening to leave your mouth as Draco sucked, his aristocratic-like lips working idly. His tongue peeked to swipe across you and this time your stomach clenched, your legs nearly clamping around his head. But Draco’s grip on your thigh tightened a bit in warning.

“Draco, please…” You whimpered, one hand going down to gently grasp at his platinum locks.

His head pulled away with your hand still in his hair, much to your dismay. He leaned his head against your thigh, staring down at your dripping cunt. His finger moved towards it and he circled your swollen clit, feeling your legs tremble slightly beneath him. Then his thumb came out and he rubbed it in small figure of eights, his breath still fanning you from where he used your thigh as a pillow.

“So pretty…” Draco muttered.

You swore if he didn’t start acting like his usual rough self then you were going to start crying. It was agonising, the way he seemed to not care. In a way, it felt degrading - like this was for him and not for you, and it only made you soak his fingers even further.

Draco’s mouth dived back in for your clit. It was like he was making out with it, his lips capturing it and sucking, his teeth grazing it slightly just to hear your small hisses and loud whimpers. His nose nuzzled against your mound, his hands still on your thighs.

When you looked down, all you could see was the slow bobbing of his head. His tongue was unmatched, skillful and taunting, slow and painful, and you would do anything to cum right now. Anything.

You could feel the tightening sensation in your stomach, your brain growing fuzzier and fuzzier as you acted with your hormones rather than your brain. Your hand gripped his hair tighter, your hips rolling for more, faster friction. You half-expected Draco to pull away from you and warn you to keep still, but he didn’t seem to mind.

“I’m gonna cum,” you admitted breathlessly.

Draco hummed against you, the vibrations making you cry out a little. You lifted your head back up to look down at him, finding his eyes already concentrated on you as he sucked your clit, rolling the knot between his tongue gently. You moaned loudly.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” you hissed quickly before your orgasm washed over you.

Draco helped you ride it out, his tongue lapping up every wave of arousal, his hands still brushing your thighs comfortingly. He even groaned around your clit, encouraging you as you rolled your hips, your legs trembling even harder. His name slipped past your lips several times as well as some curses, before you were left breathing heavily on the mattress.

A whine left you when Draco didn’t stop kissing your cunt. “Draco…” You jerked beneath him slightly. “I’m sensitive.”

“I’m bored,” he murmured back as he pulled away, his fingers working at your clit and making you yell out in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

You knew for certain now; this was never about pleasing you, it was always about satisfying himself - and you knew you weren’t going to be let off the hook anytime soon.

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[mingiswow]

Purple | Ahn Hiejin

Pairing: Hwasa x afab!reader

Genre: Smut

Words: +1,8k

Warnings: cursing, degradation, fingering, oral (giving and receiving) use of toys, overstimulation, switch!hwasa, switch!reader (if I forget anything please let me know)

⚠ English is not my native language, so pardon me if there’s any mistake. And you can always tell me what’s wrong.

Request: hello^^ uhm idk how to ask(?) or smtg like that, but could you please do more hyejin(hwasa)? i like the last one you did!

Thank you for your request anon and thank you enjoying my work, it means a lot! Hope you didn't gave up on your request ;)

You took one last look at yourself in the mirror before sending your girlfriend a message asking when she was going to be coming home. You knew Hwasa too well to know she was going to be stuck in that studio for how long it took for her comeback to be perfect.

“In a few. Why?”

You smiled snickely reading the message and sent her a picture of your bare legs shining under the purple led lights. “Nothing… just waiting for you” you replied along with the image.

The woman felt her core tighten when she saw the picture. It was just your legs, nothing much, but she knew you had something in your mind.

And she was definitely right.

Just a few days before you had bought a new pair of lingerie and you were dying to use it. The purple lacy panties did not do a good job at hiding your vulva, the sheer material barely hiding anything. The same sheer material secured your boobs in a corset with some parts in faux leather, the piece hugging all your curves making you look even more sexy. You did a little makeup and fixed your hair just to complete the look but not caring much knowing it would be ruined in seconds.

The door of your shared apartment slammed, announcing the arrival of your girlfriend. “Y/N I swear if you are j-“ she just cut herself mid sentence when she saw your figure sat on the bed, a sly smirk on your lips.

“Hi babe” you walked towards her making sure your hips swayed exaggeratedly. “Like what you see?”

“Very much” your body stopped in front of her, her hand going straight to your lower back, pulling your bodies together. “You look like a queen in purple” her plump lips kissed the spot where your neck meets your shoulder, marking the place ever so slightly. “But don’t forget you’re my bitch”.

She pushed you against the bed, your body falling against the soft mattress. You could feel your heart starting to race in anticipation. “You liked the set?” You asked, hands going from your boobs down, slowly touching your body.

Hyejin pushed your back against the bed, legs going both sides of your body and hands grabbing yours and holding them above your head. She lowered her face inches away from yours “very much, sweetie.”

She let go of your body but you didn’t dare to move, you knew her and if you wanted to come that night you wouldn’t move. She grabbed a box from inside the closet and put it in the bed by your side, taking a long soft rope made out of satin that ironically matched your set. The woman tied your wrists together, making sure it was not too tight or holding any important nerves and secured them at the little hook on top of your headboard, the one that was strategically placed there for nights like these.

“You know that I love your surprises, sweetie” she said in her already raspy with lust voice. “But I love even more to ruin you”.

Hyejin took her clothes off, leaving her bare in front of you, body dumbly squirming in the bed, legs squeezing tight, you wanted nothing more than to touch and worship her body.

“Open your leg” she demanded and you did so, holding a whine when you felt the cold air hit your covered damp pussy. “Look at how pathetic you are, already completely wet for me and I haven’t done absolutely nothing to you” you whined at her words.

She climbed on top of you, both legs on both of your sides, bare vulva touching your covered one, the lace of the panties tickling hers. The woman saw your hands form a fist and smirked, sitting herself on top of your panties, rubbing herself, a silent moan leaving her mouth as you kept whining for not being able to touch her. She stimulated herself a little, leaving a wet patch on the panties.

“Please, Jin-ah! Please!” you didn’t know what you were pleading for, but was all that left your lips. She smiled and left your body, going to grab a little bullet vibrator on the box.

“You look gorgeous when you beg, sweet girl” she lowered herself between your legs, turning the already covered in lube toy. The buzz got you anticipating, breathing erratic, just waiting for something to happen.

With her fingers she opened your lips, teasing your entrance with the tip of the toy, making you moan with the contact. “Baby girl you’re so wet, look at that. I don’t even know why I lubed the toy” with one single motion she pushed the whole toy inside of you, making you leave a loud moan and legs to shake with the sudden stimulation after waiting for long.

The toy kept buzzing inside of you while Hwasa started to eat you out like a starved woman, she didn’t give you time to get ready or used, she started to lick and suck your clit, adding up to the stimulus coming from the toy.

Your moans started to get louder, legs starting to feel weak as she kept doing her work on your bundle of nerves.

“H-Hyejin” you tugged at the rope, back arching and eyes rolling at the pleasure.

“Are you gonna come, baby? Already?” she added her fingers to the game, circling your clit and increasing the vibration inside of you. You moaned once again, hips leaving the mattress. “You are such a sensitive whore, always coming fast” she licked a last long stripe between your folds and you felt the coil in your stomach explode, along with a throated moan, eyes going white with the feeling of the orgasm and the overstimulation on your clit. You didn’t have time to ride your orgasm when you felt the wand in you as well, the vibration of the bullet inside of you in its fastest setting.

“Cum for me again, I know you can, baby” she held the cute pink wand to your clit and started to fuck you with the bullet, pushing deeper and pulling back. The feeling too much inside of you and you could feel your swollen bud starting to burn, the pain mixing with the pleasure, and your next orgasm approaching. “Oh look at you. All fucked out, can even hold anymore. Come on, cum for me, show me how good I can make you feel”.

“F-feel… so good. Fuck!” you manage to say in a whisper before finally coming again, this time harder, literal screams leaving your mouth as you called your girlfriend.

She took the bullet out but helped you ride your orgasm with the wand, turning it off when you calmed down. Your breathing was an absolute mess, chest rising and falling fast, sweat covering your body. You realised she gave you two orgasms without even taking your lingerie set off and you chuckled at the thought.

“Can… Can you untie me? I want to touch you” she giggled at your throaty voice, probably dry from moaning and keeping it open for the whole time. She untied your hands and they immediately went to her face, bringing her to kiss you. The kiss soft and loving in contrast with the previous actions. Without her even noticing, you exchanged places, putting her under you. “Now it’s my turn” you kissed her one last time on the lips, trailing down her cheeks, chin, neck, where you made sure to leave some marks with bites and sucks, and down the valley of her breasts.

The woman that before was so dominating was melting on your touch and that was the beauty of your relationship. She could dominate you, but when it was her turn to get the pleasure she would mewl let you do absolutely everything to her.

You took your time on her breasts knowing she loved being stimulated there. And her moans just confirmed that the moment you licked her left nipple and squeezed the right one in your hand, grabbing the whole flesh bit in your hands and keeping it there while your tongue and lips played with the first. Her body was squirming under your touch, legs squeezing your torso between them, raising in the air searching for some friction.

“Y/N please…” her voice much higher pitched, eyes shut in pleasure as you bit lightly the bud. “Please just eat me out”.

You smirked at her state but decided to give in and get your face between her legs. Lips ghosting over the inner part of her tights, little moans leaving her lips, the lower being bitten hard trying to supress louder moans to come. You trailed kisses from her left thigh to her core, licking a long stripe from bottom to top. You opened her folds and licked once again, stopping at her clit and starting to stimulate it. You started to draw circles with the tip of your muscle, alternating between circles and lines, fast and slow, her hip bucking on your face, hand holding a chunk of your hair, to keep you close to her core.

You stopped devouring her just to spread her wetness in your fingers before penetrating her with two of them, a long and dragged moan leaving her mouth. The lewd sounds of your fingers entering and leaving her hole mixed with your moans while eating her out were music to her ears, only adding up to the pleasure.

You could sense she was coming closer to her high by the way her walls were squeezing your fingers and how her legs were starting to shake and close your head. “Fuck! R-right there” the words left Hwasa's mouth as soon as you added a third finger and started to pump her slower but deeper, curling them up.

You kept the movement of your tongue and lips on her clit, the woman’s hand squeezing your face against her pussy, fingers tangled in your hair, pulling them hard, you probably would have a headache by tomorrow but you couldn’t care less.

It didn’t took much longer for your girlfriend to finally reach her climax, orgasming against your mouth and fingers. Her head was thrown back, eyes rolled to almost all white, mouth hanged open as she moaned your name repeatedly adding some few ‘thank you’s’ in between.

You watched as her chest rose up and down, slowly calming down from the orgasm, the tan skin tinted with shades of red from the heat.

“Fuck Y/N” you just laughed at her and grabbed a wet cloth to clean her.

“Sorry to disturb you at work” you said and Hwasa felt the joking manner of your words.

“First of all you did it on purpose. You’re evil” you laughed and laid by her side, head on her chest as she started to play with your hair. “And second, if every time you disturb me I get to cum I will gladly let you disturb me more” you felt her lips on top of your head and smiled. “I love you and your cute ass” you giggled.

“I love you and my cute ass too”.

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[merakiclosed]

Bubblegum pink

》Pairing: Yoonji x fem!reader 

》Summary: Literally just smut with no plot, enjoy!! 

》Genre: Smut, female Yoongi, 18+, MINORS DNI. 

》Word count: 2.5k

》Notes/Warnings: lesbain smut, Dom!Yoonji, Sub!Reader, hickies, collar, talk of nipple play, bondage (hands tied), use of ‘kitten’, ‘doll’, ‘slut, oral & fingering (f.reader), praise, marking, scratching, teasing, reader cries, use of  degradation and dumbification, strap-on, subspace, orgasm denial, aftercare. 

 I’m still new to smut so please don’t be too mean :pp also has not been edited :]

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For @thebtswritersclub June prompt, Pride month! 

She can’t help but admire your submissive state, laid out all pretty just for her. Your hands tied above your head in black silk, clenching and unclenching as you pray, beg, for more. The power between you is uneven as you lay only in your panties whilst she wears her matching black set. Your bra is in a pile along with the rest of your clothes that were thrown haphazardly to the floor in Yoonji’s haste earlier. Chest and neck covered in bruises and hickies, your abused nipples were pulled and twisted, erect and glistening with her spit as she bit and sucked on them. 

The collar around your neck catches her attention, knowing that the both of you had picked out the collar together; the simple design of black leather attached to the metal heart at the front. She loved the idea of buying a collar for you, knowing that it symbolizes your relationship. She wanted everyone to know that you were hers, and of course, whilst she doesn’t have a collar, she is yours. 

A whine of embarrassment leaves your throat under her lust filled gaze, your legs rub -together helplessly, trying to relieve some of your need as you can feel the wet spot on your panties grow each second, “please..” you beg, “please t-touch me - fuck me.. Anything.” 

Your begging and glossy eyes make her coo, bending down to kiss your pouty lips sweetly, “you’re so cute, kitten.” the nickname making you mewl, reaching up to kiss her bubblegum pink lips again. 

Her hands grip at your body, kissing you; you have to admit you’re addicted. Her tongue swipes at your bottom lip and your brain goes cloudy as your tongues swirl together. You can feel the ghost of her hand slide down your stomach and slightly skim your panties, making you shudder. As she pulls away, you can’t help but whine in need, her eyes shining with mischief as she grabs your neck lightly, “what a whiny little slut I have here,” Yoonji chuckles darkly. 

Whimpering as she takes her hand away, she crawls down to lay in between your legs, her pale hands massaging your thighs. Teasingly, she moves closer and closer to where you want her to be the most, looking up at you with a smirk. You shiver as she gently strokes at your sensitive skin at the top of your inner thighs, her pointy nails digging into your skin to create scratch marks, the burning pain turning to pleasure as you breathe out her name. She eyes your sodden panties, a finger teasing you clit over the fabric as she draws shapeless patterns before a tongue licks a long stripe on your folds, your body jolting from the sudden feeling. 

Yoonji chuckles, one of her fingers lightly circling your clit before hooking it in the waistband, sliding your underwear down slowly, “so wet for me kitten.” 

Your head turns to the side in embarrassment, avoiding her gaze as her hands dig into your thighs to open your legs wide; your pussy out on display for her. Flicking your clit with her tongue, she closes her eyes and groans, “you taste so fucking amazing doll,” before going back to sucking at your nub. 

She gets lost in pleasing you, your tied hands gripping her short black hair, tugging softly making her hum into your pussy; moans falling from your lips from the vibrations. Her tongue runs over your folds, collecting your arousal before the warm muscle teases your entrance in circles before plunging into your leaking core. You breathe in sharply as she explores your heat, expertly hitting all of the right places, ravishing you as her tongue thrusts into you.  

You're tempted to close your legs but you can’t as her hands have a bruising grip on your thighs to keep them open, her strength overpowering your overwhelmed state as she pushes your legs over her shoulders. The new angle allows her tongue to go deeper, eating you out fiercely, as if she was starved. Bringing a closer, she runs finger along your slit, collecting your arousal as her tongue draws figures of 8 on your clit before her finger dips into your entrance, your pussy so wet and ready for her as it slips in easily. She is quick to thrust into your cunt at a fast pace, fingers going as deep as they can. But, it didn’t take long for you to want, to need more. 

“M-more” you moan, your hips rolling against her desperately. Yoonji stops, her head coming up to look at you with a piercing gaze, “manners little kitten or you won’t be able to cum at all tonight,” her voice hard and low, butterflies swarming your stomach. 

“More p-please,” you beg, tears forming in your eyes. 

Abruptly, she slides two fingers into you and you cry out from the sensation of your pussy being stretched a little bit more. She returns to her brutal pace, going deeper, curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ manner, hitting the spot that causes you to cry out. Clenching your pussy around her fingers, she hums, “close kitten?” your thighs shake, threatening to close around her face as she never lets up her fastening pace with her tongue and fingers. 

You can only nod, not trusting your voice, another moan following as you can hear the sound of your squelching core. Squirm on the bed, the heat in your stomach builds up quickly, before it's gone. Her fingers disappear from inside you, causing you to cry out. You were so close to release, your body so high from euphoria as you sob, “n-no - puh-please…” You’ve been so good for her all night, why did she stop?

Yoonji leans away from you, smirking at your whimpering state, licking and sucking at her arousal covered fingers. Her gaze never wavers from you, the sight makes you wiggle around on the bed, your eyes full of tears making her coo at you, “you’re so pretty when you cry. My pretty little doll.” 

She gets up, before bending down to scavenge through the ‘toy box’ the both of you hid under the bed. Your thighs squeeze together in excitement as she pulls the toy out. Smiling at you with faux innocence, she tilts her head as she dangles the purple strap-on in front of your face, “you’re gonna be a good little kitten and get this dildo nice and wet for me. Do you understand?” 

The dominance in her voice causes your pussy to throb, watching as she pulls the strap over her legs and onto her hips, tightening them until she is satisfied. Climbing back on to the bed, she puts a knee at each side of your head, the purple dildo taping against your mouth as she looks at you expectedly. Swallowing thickly, you don’t break eye contact with her as you lick a thick stripe onto the toy, a groan being pulled out of her from the sight. One of her hands grip at the dildo as the other tangles in your hair. You slip the tip into your mouth, sucking at the plastic cock, her hand pushing you up onto the toy until it hits the back of your throat, moaning when you gag. You slurp at her cock, your neck bulging as she fucks her cock into your mouth, “fuck you’re so pretty chocking around my cock.” 

Saliva drips down your chin, creating a path down your neck and to your boobs. Tears slide down your face as you swallow around her cock, the tip hitting the back of your throat again. Yoonji bites at her cherry-like lips as she hears you choke, before pulling it from your mouth slowly. A string of saliva connecting you to the toy. She gets up once again, stroking your thigh gently, contrasting with the dominant look in her eye, “turn around kitten.” 

Scrambling, you turn so you’re hands and knees, looking forward at the headboard. You can feel her move behind you, the bed dipping as she kneels behind you, the cool tip of the strap-on resting at the bottom of your back. Her hands rub up and down your back, pushing you down so you’re on your elbows, the curve of your back making her groan, “you look so good like this, so pretty.” 

Sliding the dildo up and down your folds, the tip teases your entrance. “You want me, kitten? Want my cock?” The smirk is evident in her voice. You nod, squealing as a sharp pain shoots through you from her slapping your ass, “I said, do you want my cock?” 

“Y-yes, yes I want your c-cock, plea-” you cry out as she enters you, her cock stretching your walls open making you gasp, “f-fuck” 

Slapping your ass again she can’t help but whisper, “good girl,” watching as the dildo sinks into your pussy inch by inch, moaning as your hips move back; giving her the signal for her to move. Your tied hands grip at the sheets as she rocks into you, getting deeper each thrust. But you want more. Rolling your hips back into her, she scoffs, “so desperate, letting me fuck your little pussy, pretty girl” 

“P-please Yoonji” you beg, pushing yourself back onto her cock. Her hands grip at your waist, stopping you from moving as she bends down over you to whisper darkly in your ear, “stay still kitten.” Goosebumps arise on your skin, arousal dripping down your thighs as you gush around her from her dark tone. 

She quickens her pace, fucking into you roughly as her hands have a deathening grip on your waist. Skin slaps on skin, your moans filling the room as your pussy pulses around the dildo, “You're so pretty, dripping around my cock” 

Mouth agape, you release a high-pitched keen as she hits your spongy spot inside of you. Closing your eyes, you can feel drool start to pool on the pillow around your mouth as she fucks you dumb. Your arms giving in, your back arching more drawing a moan out of your girlfriend, “right there doll?” 

You whine at the pet name, her voice smooth but slightly breathless watching herself fuck into you, arousal pooling inside her underwear from pleasing you so well. Your core squelches around the toy, cum falling from your pussy and dripping onto the sheets. With a strong roll of her hips, your arms give up. Her hands on your waist give her leverage to thrust harder into. One hand sneaks up to tug at your collar, a strangled moan making its way out of your lips. 

Your moans are music to her ears, “f-faster, puh-please.” 

And whilst Yoonji wasn’t getting pleasured, she loved pleasing you, “yeah? You want me to go faster?”

Even though you knew it was a rhetorical question, you can’t help but nod your head as you sob. Both of your bodies are hot in the humid room as the headboard starts to rock, so close to hitting the wall as she drills into you. Your breathless; moaning into the pillow before she tugs the collar, her hand travelling down to pull and twist at your already abused nipples, her nails scratch lightly down your stomach leaving pretty marks onto your skin, her fingers dangerously close to your clit. 

She tugs at the collar, “look at you drooling, pretty kitten. Do you like it when I fuck you until you’re my dumb little doll?” 

You try to turn your head, tears stream down your face from the pleasure, your mind going fuzzy. Before you know it, she’s rubbing circles on your clit, pinching it every so often, “Y-yoonji” you whine weakly. 

Your pussy soaks the dildo with your arousal, your mind cloudy as you whimper and whine into the pillow. Your cute little noises make Yoonji want to ravish you until you’re ruined. “You close kitten?” she breathes out, her thrusting getting even faster as she ploughs into you, her fingers pinching and rubbing your clit furiously.  

Her arms keep you up as your whole body almost gives in, wanting to collapse onto the bed as it shakes. Once again you can feel the coil in your stomach twisting, heat rising in your body as you can feel yourself getting closer to release, your cunt gushing around the dildo as she slams into you. Yoonji can’t take her eyes away from the sight, almost mesmerised.

Your moans get more breathless, making her chuckle, “cum for me, be a good girl kitten and cum.” 

With her words, your head tilts back, mouth agape as you whine in a high-pitched squeal. You see white, as the coil in your stomach unwinds. Your walls squeeze the dildo tightly, as your legs tremble from how hard you cum. It's hard to control your breathing as you clench around the toy, your cum gushing around it and down your thighs. Yoonji still fucks into you from behind, slower than before to draw out your orgasm, her fingers rubbing circles on your clit coming to stop, “good girl, such a good kitten for me.” 

Gently, she takes the glistening dildo out of you, a whine leaving your lips from the feeling, your body falling to the bed from exhaustion. Putting the strap-on on the bed, Yoonji is quick to untie your hands, gently rubbing your wrists and kissing them. Smiling at you, she can tell you’re in subspace as your blurry eyes look at her, “I love you princess” 

You giggle, reaching for her which is obeys, pulling you into her as she lays on the bed. Neither of you mind the sweat that coats your skin as Yoonji holds you close to her. You feel protected, your mind still fuzzy as you listen to her heartbeat. 

She smiles, kissing you head gently before wrapping the both of you up in the duvet. She knew that when you woke up she would have to clean the sheets and wash you up, but that can wait for later. 

“You were so good for me princess, are you tired now?” she whispers, her hand rubbing your skin in soothing circles as your breathing starts to even out. You nod, pressing a kiss to her chest, “‘mhmm,” 

Shuffling, you try to get closer, “love you Yoonji,” you speak in a tired voice before you fall asleep. Yoonji can’t wipe the smile off her face, squeezing you to her before closing her eyes. As long as you are alright, and as long as you are in her arms that’s all that matters. 

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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

All Parts

Part 24:

You groaned, rolling over to grab your dinging phone off the nightstand. 

Rubbing at your eyes, you sat up against your headboard, breathing deeply. As it turns out, a highly emotional day like the one you had yesterday could really tire a person out. It was so tiring in fact that you had collapsed almost the second you fell into bed last night. You had been pretty much dead to the world since. 

Opening your phone, you nearly rolled your eyes at the text waiting for you.

You scoffed. He sure was petulant today, wasn’t he?

He began typing again, but deleted his words.

Now, you were a little nervous. You weren’t being clingy- right? Sure, you really wanted nothing more than to see him again, and sort of felt that maybe you were entitled to that considering he was your soulmate, but maybe the feeling wasn’t mutual?

Who were you kidding, he might have texted you but that didn’t mean he liked you as much as you liked him. This was Bakugou after all, and even if he somehow did, he’d rather chew his own leg off than admit it. 

You read through the texts again, hoping and praying that you didn’t sound too desperate. It was another few minutes before he responded again. With an answer that really did absolutely nothing to quell your fears. 

You blinked owlishly at his reply, before sending him a quick “okay”. 

Bakugou always seemed to know when you were overthinking things- and, on one hand, it was annoying because he never understood that him and his dismissive words were the cause, but, on the other hand, it was nice. To finally feel understood for once. And to finally talk to someone who’s responses, when he tried, were intentionally made so blunt that you couldn’t possibly misunderstand them.

Sighing, you pulled your tired body out of bed and headed for the shower. Apparently your plans, which had originally consisted of being lazy the entire afternoon, were suddenly changing. Not that you were complaining though.

--/--

Stepping out of the cab, you noticed the crowd once again swarming the front of the hospital. The horde of people almost seemed to be moving as one mass, pushing and pulsing against the security guards standing at the entrance. There were a lot of people covered in Dynamite merch and face paint, even little kids dressed up like Bakugou and feigning explosions as they played.

 It seemed that Bakugou’s heroic deed had put him back in the public’s favor and now they all had gathered in a show of support- and while you could appreciate that as a symbol of community, you selfishly sort of wished they’d leave so visiting him would be less of a spectacle. 

You realized suddenly that more of this was definitely going to be in your future; the crowds of screaming people and adoring, over-excited fans. Your soulmate was a pro-hero after all, and quite possibly the loudest man you’d ever met- you should’ve known a quiet life wasn’t going to be an option. 

As it stood now, you had almost no idea how you were going to make it through the massive throng of bodies- and, even if you did somehow push to the front, how you were going to convince the guards to let you through at that point.

“Excuse me!” A young girl suddenly grabbed your arm, tiny fingers clasping around your wrist. “Do you know how to get in! I need to get in!”

You were blindsided, stopped in your tracks and held down by the girl. She was young, but not much younger than you- if you had to guess, she was 17 or 18, with bright eyes and a strong grip that surprised you. This, her, was certainly not what you expected out of today.

“I- why do you need to get in so badly?”

“Bakugou!” She exclaims, eyes glazed over starry and adoring. She thrusts out her other wrist, presenting you with a poorly drawn tattoo. “See? I’m his soulmate!” 

Your stomach drops, and for a second you nearly believe it- but then you snap out of it, and all you can think about is how strange the situation is. She was young, so obviously young, and so clearly charmed by your soulmate’s hero persona. You thought it was a little funny- if she knew Bakugou like you did, you were almost sure she wouldn’t be as delighted with him. 

You weren’t sure how to respond. The immature, prideful part of you wanted to scoff and shake her hands off of you- to tell her just how foolish she looked talking to his actual soulmate. But, then again, you weren’t sure you could say anything about that at all. In all the research you’d done on him, you hadn’t seen a single mention of a soulmate- he never talked about it, never let anyone see even a hint of your name tattooed on him. Maybe he wanted to hide it for the sake of his career? Or, worse, was embarrassed of it?

“H-his soulmate, huh?” You stutter out, unsurely. 

“Yep! So that’s why I need to get in there so bad! To make sure he’s okay!” She rambles. “So, will you help me get in?”

“Y/n! Y/n L/n!” You hear a familiar voice yell, and when you look towards the sound, all you see is a flash of red hair and hands waving emphatically.

Kirishima. Thank god.

“I’ve gotta go.” You shake the girl’s hand off, slightly jostling her with the force.   “I’m so sorry!” 

You hardly recognize the disappointed look in her eyes before your arm is grabbed once again- but this time by a security guard as he leads you to the front. The guard deposits you at the entrance, just a few feet from where Kirishima is waiting for you.

“Sorry about that.” The red-head chuckles nervously, opening the door up for you. “I uh- I woulda said something earlier, but I couldn’t see you to point out for a guard. It’s totally my bad!”

“No, it’s good, you’re good.” You reassure him, following him as he leads you to the stairwell from yesterday. “Thanks for saving me. I was pretty overwhelmed.”

“Yeah. It can get pretty crazy out there- not as crazy as Bakugou, though! You shoulda totally seen him screamin’ and yelling at the window when you walked up. He was super pissed.”

“Sounds like him.” You can’t help but smile. “Doesn’t surprise me at all.” 

“Yeah.” Kirishima nods. “Who was that girl- you know her?”

Your silence and the uneasy expression that rolls across your face must give it away- he almost immediately pales.

“Oh! Yeah- sorry, none of my business, right?” Kirishima turns to face you, stopping at the step above you for a moment and throwing out placating hands. “It’s totally cool, don’t feel obligated or anything, I was just curious! Sorry for prying though, that wasn’t manly of me at all.”

You almost couldn’t believe Kirishima was such close friends with Bakugou- he seemed like the total opposite of your soulmate.

“No! It’s fine- I wasn’t offended or anything. Just,” You paused, looking at you feet as they climbed higher. “She wanted me to help her get in. To Bakugou. Said she was his soulmate.” 

Kirishima turns around again, his feet nearly catching on the step as his mouth drops open. “She said that? To you! That’s insane!”

“Yep.” You nod, slightly breathless and you finally reached the fourth floor. You let out a small chuckle as you continued down the hallway. “She was young though- definitely a fan, so I didn’t say anything. I didn’t really want to crush her dreams in front of all of those people.”

“Man, that’s good. She’d probably be super upset, right? Good job!” He throws you an enthusiastic thumbs up, all shark teeth and bright eyes. “Still though- I shoulda guessed it was somethin’ crazy like that. You looked totally freaked out back there!” 

“Did I really?”

“Mhm,” He nods, finally stopping in front of Bakugou’s door. “I- uh, I better stay out here. He’ll be real mad if I let anyone else through. Especially if you’re in there.” 

“Oh. Yeah. Okay.” You push the handle open, turning back for just a moment. “Nice to see you, though. Thanks again for the save, Kirishima!” 

When you enter the room, you’re surprised to find Bakugou, grumpy and sitting in a chair next to the window. And not in his hospital bed resting- where you’re almost 100% sure he should be. He’s clad in a weird combination of hospital pants and his own sweatshirt- it only serves to make him look even more petulant as he sits with his pinched expression.

“You seemed real buddy-buddy with Shitty Hair.” He grumbles, but there’s a smile beginning to tug at his lips as you near. “You think he’s better than me or some shit?”

“Oh- yeah. Loads. Loads better actually.” You joke, taking the vacant seat next to him. When you turn to look at him, he’s already glaring at you. “Oh calm down, grumpy, I was joking. Box dye and bandanas aren’t really my thing.”

Bakugou laughs. “He’s been pullin’ that shit since high school. Kinda losin’ all hope he’ll ever be cool.”

“Hey- don’t be mean! Maybe he’s just an extra-late bloomer, you never know.” You sigh, fixing him with a serious stare. “Now, though, we should really move onto more pressing matters.”

“Which are?”

“You in one of these chairs, and not in a hospital bed!” You near shrieked. “Which- by the way, I looked it up- four stories is 40 feet! You fell 40 fuckin’ feet and you’re not in a hospital bed, right now!” 

Bakugou just rolls his eyes, fixing his gaze on the window once more. “Stop your freakin’ out already, woman, I’ll be fine. I’m already healed from all the big injuries anyway- so just shut the fuck up about it already.” 

“The big injuries- what about the small ones? Bakugou! 40 feet! Do you know how much that is! I feel like you’re not taking this seriously enough!” 

“Who cares.” He shrugs, settling into his seat with a slight wince. “Didn’t fuckin’ kill me, so who cares.” 

“Me! You idiot! How many times do have to make this clear to you!” 

Bakugou just looks at you, eyes widening as he breath catches. He looks genuinely and plainly shocked- easily the most expressive you’d seen him be aside from rolling in pure anger.

“I already told you, you fuckin’ asshole, that I like you and care about you! So of course I’m happy that you’re not dead, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about the small stuff!” You emphasized, sighing as you run an errant hand through your hair. “And I can see you’re still fucking hurt, so of course I’m going to freak out when you’re not in a hospital bed- like you should be, and you’re not sitting there resting- like you should be! Who the hell even helped you up? Why the fuck would they ev-”

“Shut up already. I get it.” He mumbles, and when you look at him his cheeks are bright red and he’s biting his knuckle. His eyes are alive though- bright and simmering and so very, very red. “I got up myself. Don’t go blamin’ anyone else for it.” 

“God. Of fucking course you did! You know- you make yourself really hard to care for, right?” 

“I know.”

“And it’s just like- I do it anyway, you know! And get shit-all nothing but anxiety and still choose to do it anyway! You’re so fucking frustrating!”

“I know.”

You turn to look at him, but he’s already looking at you, something soft and pleased growing at the edge of his lips. 

“No! Don’t just sit there and start smiling.” You huff, pointing an emphatic finger at his stupid smiling face. “I’m mad at you and you need to go back to bed so don’t just fuckin’ smile at me!” 

“I get it.”

“No, obviously, you dont! Because you’re not getting up! So, c’mon,” You stand from your chair, offering a hand. “Let me help you.”

Bakugou just looks at your hand, glares at it, and stands by himself. You can see the strain plainly on his face- how the action winds him and how it sends pain shooting through his battered body. When you look at his eyes though, all you can see is resolute stubbornness. With great effort, and even greater determination, Bakugou manages to hobble over to the wall, dropping against it. His shoulders hit first, and then he’s rolling all of his weight back onto them.

You were stunned- not that he chose to do it, because of course he chose to, but mostly that he’d succeeded. You’d seen a clip of his fall, it was playing on the news before you’d left your house, and it looked nasty. When he hit the ground, all of his limbs were so mangled and impact alone knocked him out clean. The injuries he still had, broken bones and cracked ribs, at the very least, must’ve still been causing him great pain- and yet he surpassed those with sheer force of will alone. It would’ve impressed you; if seeing him in so much pain didn’t make you so sad.

“That didn’t look comfortable. I really think you need crutches, angry man.” You point to the bed. “Or you could just go lay back down, like you’re supposed to, and we could forget this whole argument.”

“No thanks. Done bein’ fucking fussed over. The only reason I haven’t left yet is because there’s people everywhere.” 

“And because you’re not supposed to, remember?”

“No. It’s good now. Nurse said I could.” He says, groaning when you stare back at him entirely unimpressed. He points to a bundle of papers and medication on the bed. “Look, gave me all the discharge instructions and everything. I’m not fucking lying.”

You walk over, flipping quickly through the packet of instructions. Bakugou wasn’t lying- he really was approved for discharge apparently, albeit under very specific instructions for not over-exerting himself. Which he was obviously doing so great at so far. 

Sighing, you folded the papers and placed them in the bag with all of his medicine. Regardless of what he wanted, you were going to make sure he took care of himself. And that included, taking all of the medication and performing the physical therapy outlined on the papers.

“Alright, then. Guess we’re going, after all.” You clap your hands together in finality, before grabbing the bag of medication. “I still think you need crutches though.”

You look him up and down, eyes zeroing in on the way he was huddled against the wall. All his weight was in his shoulders, and in any other situation, you might’ve thought it was an effortlessly cool pose- but not here. Not in this hospital room with him dressed in weird clinical sweats and a childish expression.

“I’m not getting crutches. Lame as shit.”

“Are you kidding me? Your body is literally beat to hell- who cares about how cool you look right now?”

Bakugou just nods toward the window, and you peer down to see the crowd from earlier still gathered below. It seemed like cameras and reporters had also joined, and they were making a worrying amount of headway to the door, pushing against security impatiently. It looked entirely overwhelming, if you were honest.

“If I leave with crutches,” He starts. “Then I gotta hear about that shit for fuckin’ weeks.”

“Are you serious?” You ask appalled. “You’re obviously injured! What the hell are they even gonna s-“

Bakugou just hits you with a pointed stare, and it stops you in your tracks.

He’s right. Any weakness- even crutches when injured- would read bad for his career. It would shatter the illusion people had of him. Of his infallibility and limitless strength.

“It’ll draw too much fuckin’ attention,” He elaborates, pulling the hood over his head. “No shitty sweatshirt could help me then.”

“Wait, that’s your disguise for sneaking out? A sweatshirt?”

Bakugou just nods, suddenly pulling the hood up and over his head. It flattens his wild hair against his forehead, and you nearly squeal. He looks adorable- although still very much like himself. You weren’t so sure this disguise would cut it, but you were pretty much out of other options. It would have to make do.

“Yeah. Okay. I get it, put the hood back down.” You pause, trying your hardest to think of another solution. “How about a wheelchair?”

Bakugou just looks even more offended- like your last request was a front to his very dignity. Hell, knowing him as you did, you figured it probably was.

“Yeah, fine, I get it, angry man- no wheelchair.” You sigh. “At least let me help you then? I mean, it looks like you need something at least.”

“No. I fuckin’ don’t.” He refuses hotly, shifting his weight agitatedly against the wall. “I’m fine.”

You roll your eyes, you should’ve expected him to be difficult about this. It seemed that appearing weak was his greatest fear; you thought that was a little ironic- that his biggest weakness was weakness itself.

“Seriously- please. You look like you’re about to keel over where you stand, Bakugou!”

“I told you not to fuckin’ call me that, anymore.” He retorts angrily, but you watch him wince when he moves too much. “And I told you, I’m fine. So just shut the hell up about it already.”

You watch him for another moment, taking careful stock of the way he leans back on his shoulders and curls his arms around his sides. You didn’t ask him specifically- but you’re sure now, Bakugou’s at least got broken ribs- among many other broken and sprained things probably.

Fine, if he won’t readily accept your help, than you’ll just have to goad him into admitting his own failure.

“Hmm, sure, then step away from the wall then, hot shot.”

He’s quiet, but you watch as his eyebrows pinch and his cheeks redden.

“Why? Stop bein’ fuckin’ weird! I’m just standing for a second, leave me the hell alone, shitty woman.”

You just shake your head. It almost disgusts you how much rolling fondness smothers what should’ve definitely been annoyance.

“So, you’re telling me,” You start, walking a little closer to him. “That if you stepped away from this wall right now- that you wouldn’t immediately fold in half like a lawn chair?”

“No!”

“Okay. So do it then, pop rocks. C’mon. Let’s see.”

“I’m- I’m not just gonna fuckin’ do something just because you goddamn told me too!”

“Not even if it’s a challenge?” You tease, nearing him even more. You’re just a few measly feet away now, staring defiantly up at petulant red eyes. “Because it is- a challenge. I bet you that you can’t do it.”

“Fuck you.” He grits out, but then he’s pushing off his shoulders and standing straight. “See? That’ll teach ya to run your stupid mouth about shit you don’t know dick about.”

“Hmm, good words, Katsuki- expressive, even. We’ll see how long you last.”

He doesn’t say anything, but you can see his jaw clenched down; his shoulder’s strung tightly, the slight twitch in his calves. Katsuki isn’t going to stay upright for much longer.

You move before you even recognize it, sidling up to him and ducking under his arm.

“What are you- Stop! Get the hell away!” He barks harshly, but stands in place, not really doing much other than flushing violently. “It’s- I don’t need your fuckin’ help!”

“No, Katsuki, chill out- stop,” You laugh, rearranging his heavy arm over your shoulder. “If we’re doing this then I’m going to help you!”

“Lemme go! I’ll fuckin’ crush you, I don’t need your help!”

“Okay, yes, fine, maybe you don’t need it, but it would make me feel a whole lot better if you accepted it,” You huff, your hand wrapped tight around his wrist. “And you won’t crush me- I’m a big girl, I promise I’ll be fine. So just stop being stubborn- for me? Please?”

He growls, rolling his eyes to the ceiling- but then he’s shuffling closer to you and shaking his head. If you thought his arm was heavy before, you were sorely mistaken- when Katsuki finally surrenders, the solid weight of all his muscles nearly takes you out. You stumble for a moment before regaining your balance.

“Idiot. Thought you said you could handle it?” Katsuki looks down at you, smirking slightly before once again rolling his eyes. “Now, c’mon, fuckin’ get on with it, sunshine.”

You resist the sudden slight urge to nudge his ribs, or let him collapse to the ground- this was your idea, and you wouldn’t let your child of a soulmate talk you out of helping him.

“So, I was thinking-“ You begin to shuffle with him, slightly breathless. “We sneak out the back. Or something. There’s a crowd outside.”

“Already established that, several times, fuckin’ ages ago, dipshit- and of fuckin’ course there is. It’s me.”

“Oh my god, this is not the time for your ego!” You groan, but still keep a steady pace as you begin, towards the door. “Speaking of, though, one of your fangirls told me somethin’ real interesting on the way in, though.”

“Christ. What?”

“Apparently, she’s your soul mate.” You laugh, shallowly, trying to project a confidence you couldn’t feel. “C’mon, Katsuki, you should’ve told me! Total dick move that I had to find out from her!”

He scoffs, patting your shoulder with the hand strung across it. “You fuckin’ tell her off or somethin’?”

“Nope. I told her that I think you guys would make a really cute couple!”

“Are you fuckin’ serious?”

“No- of course not.” You say stopping in front of the door for a quick break. You suddenly weren’t sure whether you could really do this or not. “I didn’t say much of anything, really, didn’t know if I could.”

“Hah?” He looks down at you funny, red eyes squinting. “Fuck’s that mean?”

“You know, your career? Didn’t wanna say anything just in case.”

“Incase’a what?”

“I- I don’t know,” You stutter, suddenly feeling insecure. You focus your eyes on the tiles beneath your feet so you don’t have to look at his eyes. Eyes that you can feel boring into the side of your head. “Just in case, you know?”

“No. I fuckin’ don’t.” He says, mild irritation coloring his voice from above you. “Stop thinking so goddamn much, I can’t fuckin’ keep up- just tell me what you’re all worked up over.”

“It’s-“ You sigh, ringing your hands together anxiously. “You’re- you’re not embarrassed, right? Because, I know I shouldn’t have done this but I was looking you up again, and I just- I didn’t see anything about you having a soulmate? Anywhere? Ever? Do you just not want people to know or- because that’s totally fine, you know, like I get it, you’ve got this super big career outside of me and I’m totally fine if you just wanna like not say anything to anyone or lik-“

“Idiot. Stop thinking so much.” Bakugou tilts his head towards the ceiling. “I’m not fuckin’ embarrassed of you.”

“T-then why?” You ask hesitantly, while staring at your feet. You’re not sure if it’s the jarring movement as he rearranges his weight or your racing heart, but either way you’re feeling sick. “Actually- you know what, it’s fine, forget I even said anything. It’s fine. I’m fine.”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just nods and stays silent. Then he looks down at you, at the way you won’t meet his eyes, and he groans.

“Fuckin- fine. God, you always make me say the most embarrassing shit.” He gripes, flushing slightly as you finally look up at him. “It’s not because of any of that stupid shit. It’s- I fuckin’, ugh, I didn’t want somebody else findin’ you or whatever before I did.”

“What? Find me? Who?”

“God, you’re fuckin’ dense.” He scoffs, but when you look up he’s still smiling lazily down at you. “People. Media. Fuckin’ villians probably too.”

“Holy shit.”

“Chill out. I kept fuckin’ quiet so you don’t gotta worry about that now. Besides-“ He turns his head away, cheeks flushing slightly. “I’d blast all those fuckin’ weaklings to hell if they tried anything now. So don’t get all anxious about it or whatever.”

You just look down at your feet, smiling at his words but still feeling unsure nonetheless. You understood- for sure, but that didn’t mean the weight of all these consequences was easy to bear.

“Now can we go? Are we done worryin’ about stupid shit?” He asks lightly, jostling you slightly. “Got more important things to do.” 

You nod, opening the door just to watch Kirishima stumble backwards.

“Oi- shitty hair! What’re you leanin’ against my door like that for?”

“Oh! Hey guys!” He greets cheerfully, before taking stock of the situation. He tilts his head. “You guys leaving?”

“Obviously.” Bakugou scoffs, but then he’s leaning in toward his friend, dropping his other hand heavy on the red-head’s shoulder. “Need ya to distract anyone who walks up here though. Gonna leave the other way and go out the fuckin’ back.” 

“Oh- yeah, okay! Got it, man! You sure you should be leaving though?”

“That’s what I said.” You interrupt, glaring Bakugou into silence as he tries to speak. “But he insisted- and I’ve got all his meds and instructions so I think we’ll be alright. Maybe. If we’re lucky.”

“Don’t just fuckin’ talk about me like I’m not standin’ right here, shitty woman!”

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so difficult all the time!” You retorted. “Now, you can handle it from here, right Kirishima? We really could use your help.”

“Yep! Totally got this! You guys go on ahead, I’ll stand guard right here!” He flashes a bright smile at you, before pointing down the hall. “There’s a staff elevator just down there. You should use that- it’ll probably be way faster. Good luck!” 

You just nod, smiling brightly at him as you pull Bakugou in that direction.

“Oi- not so fuckin’ fast!” He shouts, stumbling slightly.

“Keep your voice down, angry man! Everyone’s gonna know it’s you!”

“How the fuck is my voice gonna give it away?” He says, while simultaneously screaming like a banshee in the middle of an otherwise quiet hallway.

“Like that! So keep it down, good fucking lord.” You grumble, a breath of relief leaving your mouth as you finally near the elevator. You push the button, sighing as the doors open.

Bakugou shuffles away from you, leaning against the back wall and staring moodily at you as you press the button. The elevator surges downward, and after a minute or so the doors began to open again. You shouldered his arm once more looking up to see him pulling the hood of the sweatshirt farther down his face. He looked adorable and you couldn’t keep yourself from staring.

“Oi- fuck you lookin’ at, woman?”

“Nothing.” You laughed. “Now, c’mon, we’ve still got a ways to go.”

Sneaking Bakugou out was no easy affair to begin with, and he certainly didn’t help whatsoever. His frame was just too large and too heavy, and there was no possible way he could be quiet, especially considering his thundering steps, even when he wasn’t screaming. He seemed to attract attention no matter where he was or what he was doing. People were starting to stare as you booked it towards the back exit- you needed to move. And quick.

“Jesus christ,” You huffed, breathless and slightly irritated. You point at his stomach as you pull him along. “I know you’re hurt, but could you at least try and engage those core muscles you so obviously have?”

“You said you’d be fuckin’ fine, sunshine.”

“God, you’re difficult.” You shook your head, rolling your eyes at the sight of his amused little half-smile. “You think this is funny don’t you?”

Bakugou doesn’t say anything, but when you look up at him, there’s still that small smile edging at his lips. He seems to hold it, even through his grunts of obvious pain.

“Wow, of course you do. Immature, angry, loud man.”

“Who says I’m fuckin’ loud?” He asks hotly, pulling his shoulders in as you both shimmy through the, admittedly, small back door. “I’m not fucking loud!”

“God, you’re screaming right now! Do you even hear yourself?” You wince, but feel relieved as you help him hobble to the curb. “How’s a taxi sound, pop rocks?”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that. I hate it. Don’t do it again.” He grumbles. “But it’s fine- whatever, I don’t care.” 

“Great.”

You raise your hand up, nearly crying in relief when a taxi rolls up to the curb. When you help Bakugou in, and slide in the seat next to him, you’re almost overcome with satisfaction. Sneaking him out was one of the most difficult tasks you thought you’d ever taken on- both physically and mentally, and god, were you glad it was over.

--/--

As it turns out, explosive personalities don’t always lend themselves to explosive environments.

Bakugou’s apartment was clean, tidy, nearly spotless when you helped him walk in. It surprised you, truly, but he didn’t let you sit on that thought for long. He brushed you off, hobbling slowly down a long hallway without a word. It takes a few minutes, but Bakugou enters the room at the end and slams the door shut behind him.

Oh- What exactly were you supposed to do now?

In reality your fingers were itching to open drawers and rifle through cabinets, and just generally snoop but you, of course, knew better. So you instead chose to read through the instruction papers and medications once more- just to busy yourself and maybe see if there was anyway you could help him. Since, apparently, Bakugou was not keen on asking you for assistance himself.

You hear the door open again, and Bakugou comes unsteadily down the hallway, nearly collapsing when he reaches his couch. He’s dressed in new sweats, and he turns to look at you.

“Fuck you doin’ over there?”

“Meds, angry man.” You say, doling out the few necessary pills from a bottle. “Where’s your glasses?”

“You don’t have to fuckin’ do that.”

“What- you’re gonna force yourself to get up again?” You ask him, unimpressed. “You’re hurt, so just please let me help you. At least with this.”

He nods tightly, mouth pressed into a thin line. “Glasses are in the cabinet behind ya.”

You nod, filling a glass of water for him and walking the medication over. Watching as he took it, you weren’t exactly sure what to do now. So you just sort of hovered next to the couch, arms around your stomach anxiously.

“What’re you doing- sit the fuck down already, idiot.” He pats the seat next to him. “Stop being weird. Freaks me the hell out.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” You laughed. “Just didn’t wanna assume- in case you wanted me to leave or something.”

“Wouldn’t have let you in if I wanted you to leave. Dumbass.” He reaches over, flicking your forehead lightly. “Your stupid thoughts are clogging up the air. Stop it.”

“Hey!” You whine, rubbing at your forehead. “Not nice, angry man! I’ll let it go this time, but try it again and I promise you’ll really be hurting.”

“Mhm. I’m sure.”

He settles further into the couch, throwing his head back and closing his eyes. The mid-day sun floods through the window, hitting the column of his throat, and casting him in gold. You think he’s beautiful then. Far more beautiful than anyone else you’d ever known.

“Yeah, sorry.” You breathe out, suddenly a little nervous by your close proximity to him. “Think those’ll probably make you a little sleepy.”

“Fuckin’ stellar.”

“Don’t sound so grumpy- it’s just a nap. And besides, you should probably be taking one anyway.”

“It’s not that.” He peeks an eye open, lazily rolling his head to catch your gaze. “You hungry?”

“No- I’m good. Are you?” You ask suddenly. “I can totally get you something? Or make you something? What do you have here? What do you want?”

“Jesus, sunshine. Slow the fuck down.” He breathes, turning his head back to the ceiling with a small, fond, smile. He sighs sleepily. “I’m good. Just wanted to ask ya.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

He mumbles something, but you don’t quite catch onto it. It’s quiet for a few moments, before his breathing is starting to slow. Your surprised at just how tired he seems to be, but then again, he was taking some pretty strong pain meds. As it stands now, he seemed minutes from falling asleep, and you were worried about the strain he was putting on his neck.

“Hey- you shouldn’t fall asleep like that.” You touch his shoulder lightly, fingers just barely brushing the fabric of his shirt. “Lay down, I’ll get up.”

Bakugou just opens his eyes, only glancing at you for a moment before he closes them again. Then he’s tipping over, a flurry of heavy limbs and awkward weight hitting your lap. When you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed tightly closed and he’s blushing wildly. He kicks his feet up off the floor, and settles in, quickly becoming deadweight across your thighs.

“O-oh.” You say, breathless. “Yeah. Okay.”

“Mhm. Now shut the fuck up, I’m tryin’ to sleep.” 

“Yeah.” 

You’re winded, short of breath and flushing bright red from his actions; but still, you find you absolutely can’t help yourself. So, with shaking breaths, you’re carding fingers through his hair before you can think better of it. 

When you look down at him, Bakugou’s only gone brighter red, but he’s smiling too. He stills, before suddenly peaking one eye open.

“Wake me up for dinner, alright, idiot?”

You nod and then he’s closing his eyes again, chest rising and falling slowly. He’s asleep and dead to the world in just a few minutes, but you can’t stop staring.

You knew you liked him- liked him a lot, as a person, not just a soulmate. You liked his weird brand of humor and his insults and death threats. You liked his masked concern and blunt words, you were even strangely fond of his yelling- but you weren’t prepared for just how much those feelings would amplify when he was so close. He was close, and warm, and breathing under your fingertips and you liked him so much. More than you’d ever liked anything or anyone else in your entire life. 

You were stricken, absolutely smitten, and there was nothing you could do about it. Or even wanted to really. So you just stared, eyes tracking his calm features as you worked careful fingers through his soft hair.

You understood now- why so many of your peers had told you they were jealous. Why they had all sighed dreamily when you told them, before immediately wishing to be you. Having a soulmate was inexplicable completeness and undeniable purpose- it was finality and new beginnings all in one.

You understood now, and you wouldn’t trade it for anything. 

//-//

ee soz this took so long!! no excuses lmao i just stupidly started playin genshin and holy shIT was that bad for my productivity ahahaha

hope u enjoy my lovelies!!!!

[pinkoushi]

give up the power for me

summary: iwaizumi was most definitely not a control freak. he could be submissive. he was just scared of what he would become if he let it through. thankfully for him, you were never one to give up.

warnings/contains: dom!female reader, sub!iwaizumi, daddy (condescendingly), rope restraints, spit, riding, creampie

word count: 2.1k

A/N: the final “big” fic of the series! there are some shorter drabbles planned as well heheh

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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Iwaizumi wouldn’t call himself a control freak, and neither would you. However, when you first mentioned that you’re actually a switch, you could see his shoulders tense up. He played it off as being caught off guard, that he didn’t know that about you. Asking if you could dom him sometime, his face turned red and he quickly changed the subject.

It left you confused, he always said that your pleasure was his priority, so why couldn’t he at least let you try?

His reluctant ways didn’t stop you from prodding. Placing a hand on his throat when you kissed, climbing into his lap and pushing his hands behind his head, leaning in close to his ear and ask if he’s going to be good for you. Sometimes you could feel him relax under your touch, gasping softly and you swore you heard a whine escape his lips once. Despite it all, he easily flipped the scene and ended up fucking you harder and rougher than usual.

It was infuriating, knowing that he could, but refusing to tell you why he wouldn’t.

-

His lips were hot and wet, getting puffier with each bruising kiss. Hot breaths fanning over your lips and cheeks when he pulled away, gripping your thighs tighter and urging you to grind against him. Rolling your clothed pussy against the bulge in his boxers made him groan, leaning in to suck harshly on your neck. Soft moans fell from your lips, grinding down harder and your hands moving to grab his wrists, pulling them off and behind his head. His muscles flexed, head falling back to look at you through hooded eyes. A smirk danced on your lips, watching his strong body going pliant under you.

“you’re so pretty, haji” you purr, smiling at the blush covering his cheeks. “gonna let me take care of you?”

“..no” he hesitates, eyes flickering to yours and he shifts anxiously under you, waiting for his courage to build up again. “no.”

Truth is, iwaizumi was never against you domming him. It made him excited. too excited. It was embarrassing, the way his cock twitched and jumped in his boxers when your low and seductive voice promised to make him feel good. He couldn’t let you know how badly he wanted it. So instead, he always flipped the script, easily moving you around and onto your back, growling until you submit.

He was gearing up to do just that, glancing around to see where he could throw your body this time and how quickly he could get on top of you. Unfortunately for him, you’d started to see his pattern. His arms tensing up and jaw clenched, you took one hand off his wrists and gripped his jaw, forcing him to look at you.

“you’re not flipping me over.” Your eyes were dark, staring intensely into his and he felt himself cower, gulping with the new presence of confidence practically glowing around you. “not unless you tell me why you won’t let me dom you. I can feel you relaxing when I take control.”

“I-I.. I don’t know.” His voice was small, meek and shy. Eyes darting away from yours, he began chewing on his lower lip while his face heated up in embarrassment. “I’m.. I’m your daddy… supposed to make you feel good… not the other way around” he finally stammered out, still avoiding your eyes and shame burning in his chest when you started cooing and petting his cheek.

“aw, you’re still my daddy though” you coo, leaning in and biting down gently on his earlobe. “let me take care of you, daddy”

Iwaizumi shivers under you, groaning loudly and his eyes roll back in his head. It makes you smile, placing small kisses to his neck before getting up, pushing on his chest to make him fall back on the bed. Confusion covers his features, until you bring out the box of toys. He shifts on the bed, anxious and excited at the same time. Turning around to face him, you hold up the thick red rope he bought a few months ago.

-

He’s now fully naked, bright red rope running across his chest and arms, tying him to the headboard. Your hands move carefully over his lower stomach, trailing down to his thick and muscular thighs. Bringing up another piece of rope, you start looping it around one of his thighs, tying knots and making a pattern. The only sound in the room is his heavy breathing and the sound of the rope moving around. Sitting between his legs gave you the perfect view of his heavy cock, standing up tall and proud, precum drooling out and dripping down the shaft. It made your mouth water, swallowing saliva and the desire to take him in your mouth. Returning your focus to the rope, your hands moved further down his leg, making a knot right above his knee and one right below it, making sure to not apply pressure on the joint.

Making a few more loops and knots down his calf and ankle, you move off the bed to attach the end of the rope to the leg of the bedframe. Climbing back up, you give his other leg the same treatment and stand up when you’re finished, watching his tied-up body with a smile. He nearly lets a whine pass from deep in his throat, his muscles going taut while he struggles in the binds.

“look so handsome, daddy! Knew you could be a good little sub for me” you tease, walking to the bed again and pressing a hand down on his stomach, feeling the muscles ripple and move under your fingertips.

“please-“ he choked out, trying to move his hips somewhere, anywhere, searching for any form of stimulation. His body was burning hot from the delicious feeling of the rough rope against his skin, the way you had been so focused while tying him up, and the condescending tone that laced over your words.

“hm? Want something? Use your big boy words for me.” It made him whine, cock jumping violently, and embarrassment washed over his body when you giggled.

“fuck! P-please, fuck me” the muscles in his arms bulged with the strain of trying to break free. Cursing himself mentally for getting such high-quality rope, he tried to relax.

“good boy, daddy” you grinned, climbing up in his lap and reaching your hand behind you to grab his cock. It made him groan, his neglected cock being more sensitive than usual, and he let out another whimper when the head prodded against your sopping wet hole. Sinking down, a soft moan passed from your lips, matched with a smile when iwaizumi snapped his eyes shut. “daddy. Look at me.”

Opening his eyes slowly, he thought he was going to cum on the spot. Your back arched, hands placed on his thighs behind you, clearly showing him the way your pussy swallowed up his cock. Slick was running down the base, pooling and clinging to his curly pubes. Bringing your knees up, you slowly started rocking back and forth, grinding tightly against his pelvis and smiling sweetly at his deep moans.

“god- fuck- princess” he grunts, thighs flexing and twitching under your hold.

“yes daddy?” your voice is sickly sweet, mischievous eyes meeting his and making him shiver.

“p-please, more, faster” he tugs on the restrains on his arms, groaning loudly when they don’t give in.

It’s a delicious sight, watching your strong, buff boyfriend try to break free. The rope wasn’t tight enough to cut off any blood flow, but the material was slightly rough, enough to leave red marks and bruises. You had your moments of worry, thinking that he would actually break free. But the bedframe is metal, and the rope is thick. He’s not getting out of there. It was heavenly, watching his gorgeous tan skin contrast with the stark red of the rope, strong muscles flexing and forcing the binds to shift ever so slightly.

With a hum, you lean over his torso and put your hands around his throat. Not squeezing, only using him as leverage to start fucking yourself down on him harder.

“daddy’s cock belongs to me, doesn’t it? Silly little daddy, thinking he would be in charge.” You tilt your head up ever so slightly, eyes glued to his, only darting down to watch his spit-covered lips gasp out moans. “daddy can only cum after I do.”

Iwaizumi nods furiously, eyes fluttering closed with the pleasure of your tight walls finally fucking him in the way he’d been begging for. Hot and breathy moans leave him, mouth fallen open. An idea sparks in your mind. One of your hands move off his throat and your thumb presses down on his bottom row of teeth. His eyes shoot open before nearly closing again, bliss covering his features. He’s so trusting, so pliant under your fingers, it makes your heart swell.

“so pretty” you hum, gathering spit in your mouth before leaning over his mouth and letting it fall into his open mouth. You feel him tense for a moment, quickly relaxing again and swallowing when you let go of his face.

“thank you” he slurs, his eyes glossed over. He’s stopped straining, you note. Finally.

“good boy, you’re welcome daddy” letting go of his throat, you place your hands on his chest and start bouncing harder on his cock, ready to chase your orgasm. He squirms slightly under you, trying to meet your thrusts, whining when you pinch one of his nipples to get him to stop.

His head is thrown to the side, drool seeping out from the side of his mouth along with his deep moans and whines. You can feel his cock jump and throb inside of you, his breathing getting quicker and thighs shaking ever so slightly.

“baby- baby I’m close” he stammers, barely getting the words out between moans, his hips shifting under you.

“mmh I know daddy, but you have to wait. I cum first, remember?” digging your nails in his chest and scraping them down makes him hiss, throwing his head back and exhaling shakily, nodding while biting his bottom lip. “good daddy.”

Your hips move faster, slamming yourself down on him with breathy moans, one of your hands leaving his chest to rub your clit. Breathing hitching, you finally focus on your own body and realize just how close you are. Closing your eyes, you drift away and let iwaizumis moans become background noise for the tightness growing in your stomach, ready to snap. Climbing higher and higher, until the dam finally breaks, and you bend over his body, shaking and breathing heavily, clenching down on his cock.

He watches the whole ordeal go down. His mind is still fuzzy, spinning from nearly being used as a toy. He’s living off it. Breathing heavily alongside you, he feels the sporadic clenching until you cum. He nearly finishes on the spot as well, upper body trying to get off the bed, to touch your shaking body, only to be stopped by the rope. Frustration bubbles up inside him until he chokes out a sob, left helpless to simply watch you get off. It’s infuriating and arousing in the same breath.

His sob snaps you out of the haze of your orgasm. Lifting your head to watch his face, his eyes are pleading desperately, and his arms are back to tensing up, trying to break free of the rope.

“sshh, it’s okay daddy, I’ll make you cum” you hush him carefully, smoothing your hands over his chest, playing gently with his nipples until they’re hard. Rocking back slightly, his cock jumps back to life and he groans loudly.

“c-can I cum? Please- please, wanna cum” his voice is weak, mumbling and cut off by moans. Humming in confirmation, his head tosses back and one final loud groan rips from his throat as his cock jumps and twitch painfully, spurting out cum.

“that’s it, good daddy” you coo, clenching and rocking back on him to milk his cock dry. It fills you up, deep and warm, making you shiver. It’s only when he hisses from oversensitivity that you get off him, kissing his chest quickly before untying the ropes.

Once all the rope is gone and put away, you hurry off to the bathroom to get some lotion. Returning, you help iwaizumi to sit up, massaging the lotion into the marks the rope left.

“see, that wasn’t so bad, now was it?” you sigh once the marks are all taken care of, snuggling up to his side and playing with his hair, massaging the scalp.

“mmhmm” he barely gets the hum out, his eyes closed and breathing getting steadier, falling asleep before you know it.

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[fuck-goes-on]

Reminder

pairing/s: dio morrissey x f! reader

summary: dio was being a brat, dancing with another girl in front of his mommy, so you take it upon yourself to remind him who he belongs to

warning/s: SMUT 18+ (MOMMY KINK, MMlb dynamics, light bondage, cock slapping, hand jobs, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise kink, dacryphilia (crying is arousing)), dom&sub aftercare, comfort, mentioned ricky and eddie

note/s: GODDAMNIT im back to my bullshit again huh, this time we fuckn making dio our BITCH!!! hhh ok all i need to do now is write eddie, and mayhaps all three of them together OTL gif is mine lol

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You were not having a good day. You had missed your bus stop after already being an hour late to work, and to top it all off, you were accused of the mistakes in a large business report you and your coworkers wrote. After a long day of trying to fix whatever went wrong in the said report, Dio, your little devil, dragged you out of the comforts of your home to a nearby club and wind down with him.

The club wasn’t somewhere you would go, but it seemed to please Dio and you thought to yourself, why not just enjoy it? You weren’t needed at home, anyways, with Ricky out with his friends and Eddie at the library to study. And of course, Dio was with you the rest of the night.

He took you to the bar and ordered the both of you some drinks, glancing at you with a grin. You sat in front of him on the stool, leaning back against the bar to see that mischievous glint in his eyes. "Now, isn't this fun, mommy?" He said unabashedly, his hands resting on your thighs as he stood in between your legs. He picked up your drink once it arrived, sniffing it once before handing it to you.

"It's alright," You teased, giving him a half-smile. Sipping on your drink, you take your time scoping out the area. There were multiple bodies on the dance floor, all dancing and swaying to the beat of the songs, and there were groups of people sitting at the booths and the bar. You looked back at him, catching the soft expression on his face before it melted back to his confident persona. "I can see why you and your friends like coming 'round here, it's entertaining and the booze ain't bad either."

Dio glowed at your praise, perking up and broadening his shoulders. "Of course! I wouldn't bring my mommy anywhere that's polluted with a bunch of drones." You shook your head, amused by his words. Leaning in, you pressed a kiss on the edge of his lips, feeling him chase you when you pulled back. He pouted for a second before bringing back his cheshire grin, "Do you want to come dance with me, mommy? I promise you'll have a good time."

"Hmm, I don't know, baby," You said regretfully, "I'm feeling too tired to dance. How about you go and have fun, hm? Mommy will keep an eye on you from here."

You laughed as he harrumphed, knowing that he brought you here solely to show you off, and now he wouldn't get the chance to. Your devil was a popular guy amongst the punk grunge community, that much you knew, but you've never been introduced into it.

Watching him slunk into the crowd, you silently observe him as you drink your liquor. He walked through the crowd as if it would part just for him, and it did. His head was held high, a slight swagger to his walk, and-

He approached a girl, slightly shorter than him, definitely a fan of him by the way she reacted, and led her to the dance floor. You glare daggers into the girl across the room, but mostly directed it into the leather-clad shoulders you were oh so familiar with. Your grip around your glass tightened as he turned her around, her back facing you, so he could catch your eyes as they ground against each other. You throw back your drink, finishing it in two gulps before standing up and stomping your way towards them.

Dio's shit-eating grin grew wider as you got closer, and the little devil had the gall to look pleased when you grab him by the arm and pull him away from the girl. Thankfully, she must've noticed your dark look and scrambled off into the crowd. You seethed at him as he grabbed you by the waist, pulling you flush against his body. "What's the matter, mommy? I thought you wanted me to have fun." He whispered in your ear.

You reached your hand up to run your fingers through his black hair, suddenly gripping it tight and tugging his head backwards. He moaned out loud at the action, an open smirk on his lips you desperately wanted to erase. His eyes were dark as his gaze landed on your tense expression, and you knew then that that was the reaction he was looking for.

"I didn't mean that kind of fun, baby. If I'd known you wanted to be a slut tonight, I would've treated you like one," You growled at him, making him bite his lip to suppress his whimper. You let go of his hair, turning around and start walking towards the exit, knowing Dio would follow you out.

The ride home was fast, your hand clutching at the steering wheel tightly while your other hand held Dio’s just as tight. You felt his eyes on you the entire time, but besides your joined hands, you ignored him completely. 

When you arrive back at the empty home, you had slightly calmed down but still intended to punish Dio. He almost bumped into your back in the hallway of your house after you paused in the middle. "Mommy?" He quietly asked, feeling the shift of your energy.

You turned to face him, eyes hardened, your gaze made him cower. "Go to the bedroom and strip. Hands above your head. Don't touch, or it'll be worse for you. Understand?"

Dio nodded, his breath catching in his throat. But you aren't satisfied with that, so you grabbed his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth. "Y-yes, mommy, I understand."

"Good. Now go." You watched carefully as your devil scrambled up the stairs towards your room, his leather coat flying behind him. You took your time, however, before following him up. After bidding your time by checking things around the house, you finally climbed the stairs and entered your room.

Dio was spread out on top of your pristine sheets, as naked as the day he was born, with his hands above his head. You were pleased that he took your orders seriously for once and hummed in appreciation. His eyes were on you, tracking your every movement and waiting for your next order.

Instead, you reached down underneath the bed to grab the box of toys you shared with your three boys and pulled out a soft strand of rope. You moved to straddle Dio around his chest, far away from his leaking cock. Taking his wrists, you pulled them up and tied them to the headboard. You checked the knots to see if they were tight enough to stop him from moving his hands.

After being satisfied with your work, you shuffled down Dio's body, now sitting between his bare thighs and running your hands against his skin. "You know how this goes, right, baby? Tell me your word."

"Drone, mommy," Dio replied, already sounding breathless and all you did was tie him up. He struggled against his restraints, and when that failed, he bucked his hips down to chase your hand. You tutted and slapped his thigh, hard enough it left a pretty pink mark.

"No, Shane, mommy is going to punish you, so behave," You warned him, amused as he moaned loudly for you. You waited for him to settle down before spitting on your hand to wrap around his cock. Watching him jerk and groan, you kept at a slow rhythm, thumbing at the slit on the red cockhead every time your hand rose. "Do you like that, baby? You like mommy touching you right?"

"Yes! Y-yes, mommy, I love it," Dio hissed out, trying his best not to thrust up into your grip. It was fun seeing him unravel under your touch, how you affected and shook his whole being. It gave you a sense of power, of control over him, and nothing gave you more pleasure than that.

You abruptly pulled your hand away, making him cry out in want. You tsked at him, giving his cock a sharp slap in annoyance. Satisfied with the way he whimpered, you brought your hand back on him, this time tugging him faster and tighter. "Tell me, Shane, who owns this cock? Hm?" You asked darkly, observing how close he was to coming.

"It's yours, mommy- ah, th-this cock is yours!" He swore loudly, orgasm building quickly and eyes focusing on your hand. Growling, you pulled your hand away again, relishing in his sweet cries for more. You slapped his cock, once, twice, watching it bob left and right at the impact.

Grabbing his chin in your other hand, you made Dio look at you straight in the eye before resuming your fast and harsh rubbing. He sobbed pathetically, tears slipping from the corner of his eyes, mouth open wide with lewd sounds coming out of him.

"That's right, baby. This is my cock, so tell me- Why did you let that bitch grind on it? Is mommy not good enough for you anymore? Have to go out and whore yourself out to anybody who wants you?" You pushed his thighs wider apart, leaning your still clothed body as close to Dio as you can. He shook his head frantically, trying to speak and explain himself but before he could, you slap his cock once more. "It's okay baby," You cooed, faking sympathy. "Mommy will just have to remind her cock that it belongs to her only, isn't that right?"

Dio wailed as you keep jerking his cock, his orgasms denied multiple times it almost hurt. He pulled at his restraints, wanting to hold his mommy, but to no avail, he was tied down perfectly to your liking. "Ngh, mommy, mommy- please, I'm sorry, I'll be good, please-"

"Aw, baby, I forgive you," You said as you smiled at him, your hand pulling away from his flushed purple cock yet again, denying him of his pleasure. Thick tears start to streak his face, and you wipe them away with both of your hands. Pressing a kiss on his forehead, you felt him tip his head closer to yours, eyes shining with unshed tears. You soften at the sight of him and meld your lips together in a slow kiss. You licked at his bottom lip, nipping at it lightly and pulled at it as you leaned back. "Are you okay, baby? Still with mommy? You did so well for me, Shane, the best. Mommy will reward you now, okay?"

"Y-yes, thank you, mommy," Dio whimpered out, gasping out loud as your hand makes contact with his sensitive cock for the last time. Your movement is slower now, less tight but good enough to easily bring him to a high. You don't let go as he finally came all over your hand and his stomach, crying out loud at the intensity of his orgasm. "F-fuck! Thank you, thank you, thank you-"

"That's my good boy, taking his punishment so well and remembering his manners. You're so good for me," You mumbled against his temple, pressing soothing kisses at the matted hair and skin there. You reached up to release his wrists from the rope and kissed it lightly. You let Dio rest and relax on the bed as you moved around the room to get lotion and wet tissues.

Sitting next to him, you started rubbing the lotion at the irritated surface of his wrists, soothing it the best you can. You then clean up the mess he made on his belly and your hand and wipe away the tear stains on his cheeks, throwing away the used tissues in the garbage can near your dresser.

Thankfully, Dio calmed down as you took care of him, his breaths going back to a normal pace. You took off your clothes before laying down next to him and smile when he immediately curled into your side. You rubbed his back and stroked his hair, humming a random tune to lull him to sleep.

Before he did, he opened his tired eyes once more to stare up at you. You tilted your head in question, wondering what he has to say.

"You did well too, mommy. You feel better now, right? No more tension?" He asked, and you freeze in surprise. It made sense, Dio using his brattiness for you to let off some steam from your bad day. And he did succeed; You felt infinitely more lighter than you did at the start of the day, and it was because of your little boy.

You softly smile at him, eyes tearing up a bit at his thoughtfulness. "Yes, baby, I feel much better. Thank you for this, love you so much, Shane."

"I love you too, mommy. Now let's sleep, you tired me out." You chuckled and cuddled Dio closer to you, the both of you drifting off to a peaceful slumber.

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More Padre!Domingo coming right up aka Daddy Sunday pt. 2

As per usual, all my immense love to @creme-bruhlee and my Daniel server for being a sounding board and to @gwaciechang cheering me on to the finish of this one. 

Contained herein is 1.7k of somnophilia, unprotected sex, ambiguously negotiated kink, and further disrespect to Spanish Catholicism. If you’d prefer ao3 and Part One. Stands alone. 

Rahab

Exodus 34, Joshua 6

You and Padre have been seeing each other for a while now, you’ve got a key to his place in the attic above the church. It’s a shame he’s an early riser since waking to the midmorning light above the city is one of the warmest things you’ve ever felt. 

Padre always gets up early for work and you always come in late from classes and there’s always so little time for the both of you. What little time you get to yourselves is used for fucking and sleeping, not that you really complain about it, it’s just how things are. 

It’s verging on summer, sticky heat tagging along to the end of the wet season. You’d gone out the night before and when you came in, he’d already been asleep. You were quiet, careful not to disturb his night before Mass beauty sleep. You had peeled off your boots by the door, yanked your socks and panties off and dived into bed still half clothed. He’d slung an arm around you, pulling you close, nuzzling into your sweat lank hair. The last uppers were worming their way through your system in a heady buzz as you snuggled into him like a second skin before conking out.

You woke when he got up for work the next morning, watching him dress lazily from the bed. Your head was cottony but you forced yourself up to hydrate and pull the rest of your clothes off. He watched you unzip your skirt, giving you a swat to the ass as you pulled it down. You gave him a filthy kiss before he headed out the door. 

You left your clothes on the floor and went to shower, scrubbing the grime from the club off. You towel off preliminarily, the heat of the day will dry you the rest of the way as you collapse back on top of the bed sheets to sleep the rest of the morning away.

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The late spring sun rises through the upper windows, casting the afternoon in stained glass tinted light, not enough to wake you but enough that when Daniel comes in, your skin is painted in the most delicious colors. 

He undressed quietly, hanging his shirt up and dropping his slacks in the laundry basket before quietly coming up to where you’re sprawled face down on the bed, ankle twisted in the white sheets. He sits gently on the edge of the bed, sliding a hand from your ankle to knee, skin soft in sleep, clean of glitter and sweat. He traces the lax tendons on the back of your knee before travelling up, lingering on the inside of your thigh but you don’t wake. 

He watches you for a few minutes, tracing sigils into your thigh before nudging them apart, dipping into the crease of your thigh, rubbing smoothly. He keeps watch over your face, looking for signs of consciousness. All you do is readjust your head against the pillows. 

His finger gets more adventurous, skimming over your folds to tease at the other side, picking up a hint of damp. He smirks to himself before leaning over you, whispering into your ear “Good dreams, Princess?”

He shifts himself between your legs, careful not to disturb you before stroking himself as he dances fingers across your entrance before slowly inserting one, waiting for a reaction. When none comes he grows bolder, adding a second and gently pumping them, drawing out your wetness. 

You’re wet enough for him to not have to worry about lube but he goes for some anyway, wanting you to wake to his cock being fully seated in you and not a second before. He slicks himself generously before crawling up the bed with the grace of a polar bear on thin ice. He’s vigilant in positioning himself over your thighs to get the easy angle. He approaches haltingly, adjusting himself with one hand around the base of his cock to guide and the other holding your lips apart. 

He checks that you’re still sound asleep before he breaches you, hands falling to the sheets by your shoulders to avoid further stimuli that could wake you. It takes immeasurable self control on his part not to thrust in all at once. It’s smooth and a self-inflicted torture so severe it cancels out the sin of committing it. 

He comes to be fully sheathed in you. He lowers himself to his elbows, rosary falling against your back in a warm cascade of beads, his hot breath fanning over you. You twitch in your sleep but don’t wake. He breathes through another quirk of his lips, you were always such a sound sleeper, secure enough in your position with God to never worry if you’ll wake again. 

He straightens his back, moving to lay more fully over your back, dragging his rosary through your hair, shifting on his elbows to box in your head, pulling back a hand to loop his overly large heirloom rosary around your throat too. 

He pulls out and thrusts all the way back in with all the violence of a man trying to earn his place with a personal God. This is what wakes you with a disoriented moan, dreams blurring with reality. You go to push yourself up only to be restrained by the sharp scent of myrrh and smoke all around you, warm skin pressing you down, beard hair scratching at the side of your face. 

“Do you know what I preached about today, mi cielito?” A thrust, “Of course you don’t. Are you familiar with Rahab?”

You shake your head as he thrusts into you at a leisurely pace, soft and sleepy moans spilling from deep in your chest compressed between the pure sheets and his ribcage.

“The righteous harlot.” 

You roll your eyes and try to wiggle some space to stretch your staticky limbs but are restricted by his beads chaining you to him. He feels you pull on them and shifts his weight again, freeing a hand to put his first bead and cross in your hand. 

“Pray for me, Princess. Contemplate our sins for me.”

You make a half hearted sign of the cross, earning you a thrust and a kiss to the side of your neck. You begin to recite the Apostles Creed, each line earning you half a thrust. “Was crucified, died, and was buried- Fuck!” He pulled all the way out and proceeded to thrust back in with a rough surety, grinding down into you, digging his teeth into your shoulder. 

“I don’t think that’s part of it. Start over.”

You let out a sob as you start the Creed over, trying to hurry through as he resumes his half thrusts. You close with a slightly hysterical ‘amen,’ the last of the sleep warmth leaving you for the heat of passion. The blood flow is no longer sluggish but concentrated in your core, flaring out in need. You make it through the Our Father before another sob makes you deviate from the script. 

Daniel tuts in your ear, “Do you need to start over?”

“No, please. I’ll be good.”

“Are you sure? You keep messing up. Do you need a corrective hand, Princess?”

“No, no. I can do it.”

“Prove it.”

You struggle through the Hail Marys’ and pull in a shaking breath, really hoping he took Charity to heart. He hasn’t let up on his thrusts, he intentionally holds you in the limbo of regularity and almost but not enough. You know better than to beg, he’s given you an instruction and you have to thread the beads through your hand and pray. 

He nuzzles into your ear, telling you how good you’re being for him. You make it through the first Glory Be and go to announce the first Mystery before you can’t take it anymore and struggle under him, trying to force yourself back on his cock. He pulls out, worming a hand under you to paw at your breast, pull at your nipple, “Bad girl. You still have an Our Father.” He presses you up into his chest, kneading at your breast, “Be a good girl for me.”

You struggle, feeling empty without is cock but you make it, begging to be delivered from evil. When you finish, he mutters an ‘amen’ against your throat as he stuffs his cock back in you, pulling the rosary from his neck to leave on you as he sets his weight against your lower back, pinning you down. He widens his stance and drives into you without delay. 

The power in his momentum shakes the bed, causing the headboard to knock against the wall, a rhythmic tempo to accompany you being crushed into the mattress. 

The sheets stick to your clean sweat as you edge closer, breathing hard and inadequately through your pillow. You whimper with the strength he’s using, bending your spine, wetly slamming into you. 

Your orgasm sneaks up on you, shuddering through you in one violent motion before you go limp under him; underwhelming and way too much.

He nudges your legs closed and you let him, creating a tighter channel for him to fuck into. He rebalances, one hand planted on your back, the other climbing up into your hair, yanking it back on the knife’s edge of pain. 

His nails bite into your skin and the grip on your hair tightens before he lets out a long and low growl as he comes. He lets go of your hair but not before, “You’re my blessed whore aren’t you?”

“God, yes.” For that blasphemy he slaps the side of your face he can reach, the angle is awkward but the point is made, you wiggle your hips, clench around his spent cock, “But I’m still in your bed.”

He huffs out a derisive laugh, pulls out, “That you are.” 

The mess of come and lube starts to cool between your legs, sweat growing tacky. You pull the beads through your fingers again, suck the bottom of the cross into your mouth and give him a half lidded stare before rolling over into a dry spot. 

He leans down and licks a stripe up your stomach before latching onto a nipple before you swat at his head and he lets up, coming up to kiss you. He nips at your lips but you deny him, pushing his face away. 

He doesn’t listen, grabbing a tissue from the bedside table to wipe himself off with before laying down next to you, pulling you into an embrace and throwing an arm over his eyes, ready to fall asleep on a Sunday afternoon with you. 

Part 3

[topsytervy]

Cupcakes ~ JJ Maybank and Rafe Cameron

Blurb: Rafe and JJ decide to do a bit of baking for you since you're on your period

Word Count: 1,399

Warnings: swearing, mentions of periods?, grammar/spelling mistakes, i think thats it.

I couldn't choose between the two so i did both and decided on the reader, JJ, and Rafe being a trio. The writing gets a tad dicey at the end but I never know how to wrap these little blurbs up so I'm not surprised.

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You laid in your bed, fetal position, an unopened Midol bottle on your nightstand with a water bottle, a heating pad clutched to your abdomen as you clenched your eyes shut at the pain coursing through your stomach. 

If you were being honest, you were really fucking close to taking one of those knives from the knife block in your kitchen and cutting out your own uterus.

That sounded like it would hurt less than the absolute agony that your period was causing you.

Your phone buzzed and you winced as you flipped over, reaching across the bed to grab the device and hitting the accept button on the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh wow, you're up? She's actually up, Rafe. Anyway, Rafe and I are at the store right now but we were thinking since it's a beautiful day we either go to the beach or, if it's too crowded, we just hang by Rafe's pool. Oh, yeah,  pick up two bags of the flamin' hot Cheetos." JJ's voice rang through the phone.

You went to sit up but whimpered as your cramps punched you in the stomach.

"Y/N? You okay?"

You heard Rafe whisper a 'what's wrong' and JJ hushed him.

"Mhm. I just don't feel like going anywhere today. You know…girl issues." Silence filled the other side of the line and you exhaled sharply. "Period, JJ. I'm on my period."

"Oh!" He responded. "I'm sorry, Y/N/N. Do you need anything?" 

"Uh hello? Can I know what's happening or am I just the wallet around here?" You heard Rafe right next to the phone.

"No. I'm pretty much all set. I'm sorry that I can't join you two." You apologized, tears welling up in your eyes.

Stupid emotions.

JJ heard you sniff on the other side and he immediately started trying to make it better. "No, no, no. Please stop the tears."

"Now she's crying. Give me the damn phone, Maybank." You heard slight rustling before Rafe’s voice came over the phone speaker a lot clearer. "Screw talking to JJ. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I hurt a lot and my periods ruining the plans you and J made and now I'm sad cause I can barely move so I can't hang out with you two today and I feel horrible."

Rafe walked towards the end of the aisle and looked at the signs above to aisles before finding the one he wanted and going towards it. "Y/N, it's not that big of a deal. It's okay to blow us off cause you're in pain. It’s like if you broke a leg. We're not mad at you for something you can't control."

"I'm sorry." You sniffed.

"And that's the other thing. Quit apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Okay."

"Now dry those pretty little eyes of yours and then close them to try and get some rest, okay?" 

Rafe’s eyes scanned over the boxes of cake and brownie mix until he finally found what he wanted and grabbed the box, throwing it into the cart that JJ was now pushing.

"Okay."

"Bye, Y/N/N. We'll talk to you later." 

"Alright. Bye, Rafe."

Rafe hung up, handed JJ his phone back, and continued down the aisle, grabbing two tins of frosting. 

"Cupcake mix?" JJ raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah. We're gonna make Y/N/N cupcakes."

JJ picked up the box and looked on the back before scrunching up his nose. "What if we made them from scratch?"

Rafe turned to look at the blonde boy. "You think we can handle it?"

"As long as Rose and Ward aren't home to make a fuss, yeah."

Rafe grinned as he pulled out his phone and googled recipes for cupcakes. "Alright. Put the box back. We're getting the frosting premade though. And we obviously need the paper to put in the tins along." Rafe started listing, his eyes trained on his phone as he continued walking.

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Two and a half hours later, Rafe and JJ were parked in your driveway, a box of cupcakes in JJ's arm and a bag containing Rafe's sweatshirt and JJ's sweatpants swinging from Rafe's hand. 

They carefully and quietly made their way upstairs and into your room, unsure if you were sleeping or not. You turned over, rather regretfully considering you had found the perfect position to keep the cramps somewhat at bay, when you heard a bag rustle. Your TV was on and playing How To Get Away With Murder, a slightly concerning choice your two best friends noted.

"Did we wake you?" JJ asked, worry written on his face.

You shook your head. "No. I haven't been able to fall asleep yet."

"Well, we made cupcakes." JJ grinned, holding up the box. 

"When you say we made cupcakes, do you mean from the box?" You shot the two boys a look.

"No. We made them, from scratch. By hand. Followed a recipe online. You can even check Rafe's search history."

Rafe grimaced. "Uh...maybe don't. Or let me clear a couple of things first." 

You ignored Rafe's sentence and sat up, immediately placing your head on your knees. 

"Have you taken any Midol?" Rafe asked, coming over to sit on your bed.

"No. I can't get the damn bottle open."

Rafe nodded before grabbing the bottle off of your bedside table and opening it with ease as JJ set the cupcakes on your desk.

JJ grabbed a water bottle from your mini-fridge and twisted the cap off, handing it to you while Rafe poured two pills into the palm of his hand. He placed them into yours, putting the cap back on the bottle into the little drawer of the table.

You popped them into your mouth and took a swig of water as Rafe spoke. "We also brought you your favorite shirt of mine you like to steal and your favorite sweatpants of JJ's you like to steal."

You nodded as you swallowed the water and pills in your mouth before grabbing the bag and heading into the bathroom to change. You always swore that their clothes were way softer than yours so you felt pretty grateful that they brought over their clothes for you to wear.

When you walked back out you saw, Rafe and JJ sitting on your bed, JJ holding a cupcake in each hand as Rafe held one in his.

"Alright. Get over here so we can try these bad boys." JJ nodded to the empty spot between him and Rafe. You climbed into the spot, Rafe setting the heating pad back on your stomach as you leaned against the headboard, taking a cupcake from JJ's hand.

You peeled off the paper, leaning across Rafe to throw it in the trash can, before taking a bite out of the treat.

You hummed. "I'm pleasantly surprised. When did you two become bakers cause holy shit? This is pretty damn good." 

Rafe shrugged as JJ beamed.

"Just call us whoever the hell the guy from Cake Boss is." JJ bumped his shoulder against yours as you snorted.

"Please. You're no Buddy Valastro. Yeah, these are delicious but that's like me making spaghetti and saying I'm Gordon Ramsey." 

"At least you like them and they, hopefully, made your day better." Rafe slung an arm over your shoulder.

"The cupcakes do make this slightly more bearable." You pressed a kiss to Rafe's cheek before turning and placing one on JJ's as well. "Aren't I lucky to have two baker boys as my best friends?" You grinned, not missing the smile on Rafe and JJ’s faces when you said that.

JJ rested his head on your shoulder. "You are pretty lucky to have us as friends huh?"

"Yeah, I am. Now if you could hand me the remote so I can put on a show that doesn't have an excessive amount of sex scenes in it, that'd be much appreciated. That’s the last thing I wanna watch with you two. Oh and grab the box of cupcakes. I have a feeling those are going to be my lunch.”

Rafe and JJ shot you a glare. 

“You can have another cupcake after you eat an actual meal,” JJ told you as Rafe stood up. 

“I’ll go see what I can whip up in the kitchen. You stay here and make sure she doesn’t snag another one.” 

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[catgrump]

Can you do a nsfw korekiyo x female reader birthday scenario? Love your writing btw, it’s a really good example to use for grammar and wording when I’m trying to write <33

Aww tysm Anon! My grammar may not always be perfect— sometimes I make bad grammatical choices on purpose, too— but I’m glad you’re learning and trying to improve your own skills!

This is a Non-Despair AU of course. Female!Reader in this case also means Cis Female, as that is what I am better able to draw experience from as a writer.

Read it under the cut! NSFW WARNING for sexual content!

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Your boyfriend returned from the kitchen, having finished cleaning dinner’s dishes. You’re sitting on his couch, so you don’t see him, but you hear his soothing voice and gentle footsteps.

“Have you enjoyed your day, darling?”

You turn over your shoulder to see him holding a small velvet box about the size of his palm.

“Oh, Kiyo, you didn’t need to get me anything,” He handed the box to you, so you know it’s a birthday present.

You snap the lid up and inside the white satin lining sits a black faceted crystal pendant, entwined in black cord that’s been woven in a diamond pattern, securing it to the black metal chain.

“Kiyo,” you take the necklace out of the box and hold it in front of you, admiring its shine in the evening light, “This is gorgeous; thank you so much.”

You unclasp the back and separate the chain to put it on immediately, but Kiyo sits next to you and says “Allow me.”

You move so your back is to your partner, and he takes the necklace from your hands. You take your hair in your hands and brush it out of the way so it won’t get caught in the clasp.

As you feel the cold chain against your neck, you smile, and touch the stone, feeling the wrappings between your fingers.

You purse your lips. Maybe this is a sign.

When you first started seeing Kiyo, he made his preferences clear. You got an explicit understanding of what he likes because he values communication.

When he took rope out of a dresser drawer one night, you got anxious. But, since communicating is so important to him, you confessed you weren’t too sure whether you wanted to do anything like that yet.

“Yes, I understand,” he said softly, “the possibility of exploring new sensations can be anxiety-inducing. We do not have to do anything if you aren’t certain it is what you want to do.”

But the longer you’ve been together, the more you think about those ropes. The image of his hands gripping the jute strands has run through your mind countless times.

The smooth stone wrapped up, feeling the contrast between your fingertips... you can’t help but wonder.

“Kiyo,” you say, trying to work up your confidence, “I know it’s my birthday and all, but... maybe I could give you a present tonight, too?”

“Oh?” He’s intrigued

You turn around and kiss him, always happy he trusts you enough to not hide behind his signature mask when you’re alone together. When you pull away and look at his smile, you try to elaborate through the obvious fluster on your face, “I know you’ve always w-wanted to... tie me up.”

He brushed hair behind your ear, letting his hand linger on your cheek as he said “Darling, you know I’d only want to do that if it’s something you want, as well. But... I would be lying if I denied it outright.”

“I... want to try it,” you admitted, “Maybe we could do some simple stuff? See if I like it?”

He brought you back and tenderly kissed your lips. “I’d be honored,” he said after he broke away

He got up from the sofa and offered you a hand. With your hands entwined, he led you to his bedroom. The nerves are there, but Kiyo’s hand is gentle and reassuring.

Once he dimmed the lights in his bedroom, he began to kiss you again, delicately grazing his hands up and down your arms, then to your waist and hips. He stopped at the small of your back and held on tight, pulling your body flush to his.

Your hands are comfortably behind his back, playing with his silky dark hair. It’s one of your favorite things to do, whether you’re kissing him or not.

And now you feel him unzipping your dress, so you move your hands to unbutton his shirt. You both pull away, smiling as you undress each other.

The cotton sleeves and bodice slide down your arms and rest at your elbows as you expose more of his chest.

And with each button you popped open, the faster your heart beat.

You’ve been with Kiyo for some time now, it’s not like you haven’t had sex with him before, but you feel the way you did back when you were going to have sex for the first time. Your breathing is shallow and your chest is tight and you feel heat all over your body.

The dress fell off of you once your arms were down, and he removed his shirt, carefully setting it on the dresser that you knew contained what you asked for.

He brought you close again. His hands on your waist and yours against his chest, he whispered, “You are so beautiful,” into your neck before kissing it with force, bringing a sound from you for the first time tonight

As he sucked and nipped at your neck, he guided you toward the bed. You’ve been in here many times before, so you have a good sense of where it is, and didn’t need to be forced on once you felt the mattress and bed frame against the back of your legs.

He leaned forward, hair falling into his face, his palms pressed against the dark sheets. He gently explained “I thought perhaps we could try things that enhanced sensations you already enjoy,” one of his hands moved to your upper thigh and was brushing it delicately, “I’ll describe everything before we begin to make sure you approve. Is that alright?”

Your legs were instinctively spreading as you nodded your approval to him.

“Wonderful,” he started to kiss you and you felt his fingers begin to prod at you, stroking the fabric that still covered you up

You against his mouth as he found your clit and applied pressure, knowing exactly what to do to make you melt.

Your hips were already twitching. It was likely the anticipation that got you going.

His hand moved under the waistline and he slid two fingers down, feeling just how wet you’ve become. The fingers pressed against your entrance, and barely made it inside before he brought them back out again, and you couldn’t help but whine.

“Be patient, love,” he cooed into your ear before leaving you

You pouted and started touching yourself as you watched him approach the infamous dresser. You started taking off your underwear now— the waiting was unbearable.

“Make yourself comfortable, Y/N,” he beckoned, gesturing to the bed, now with rope in his hand, and something you couldn’t quite distinguish resting underneath the bundle of jute.

You moved from the side of the mattress to the center, sitting against the headboard. He smirked as he made his way back to you, feeling the rope in his fingers as he spoke, “I don’t want to start with anything too drastic,” he was climbing onto the bed now, straddling over your legs, reminding you of his full height, “If I bind your wrists to the bed frame, that’s all you’d need to fixate on the sensations.”

He explanations were sexy enough on their own. You tried to subtly grind your thighs together as you listened to his sensual descriptions of your body focusing on what he would do to you since you wouldn’t be able to move your hands. “This can be amplified even more if I were to blindfold you,” he offered, “How does that sound?”

As much as you like looking at Kiyo when you have sex, trying this is at least worth a shot. You tell him you want him to do everything he described.

You watch, biting your lip as he gingerly takes each of your hands and secures the rope to the bar that’s at the top of the otherwise hollow bed frame. Your wrists are above your head, embraced by... it’s less harsh than you imagined. When you saw rope in his hands previously, you imagined a coarseness to them that would scratch your skin. You can feel the teeth of the material constrict you, but it’s clearly cotton, or some other fabric you’d have in your wardrobe.

“How do you feel?” He asked

“Good,” you reply

“Wonderful. Let me know how this is,” he smirked again and his fingers returned.

You sighed with delight feeling him touch you again, and when he instantly was able to slide two fingers in, you gasped, feeling a heat rise to your face. You didn’t realize just how turned on you were, and felt sheepish that you were so ready so quickly. He curled his fingers and beckoned “Enjoying yourself?”

“Y-yeah,” you exhaled with hitched breath

“Good.” His fingers slipped out of you and then he pressed them back inside, deeper than before, forcing a shout followed by a dazed smile from you

“D-do that again, please,” you whimpered

He chuckled as he continued to maneuver his fingers inside you, now adding his thumb to your clit, making you write and drip. “Patience, darling.”

You whined, “Please, Kiyo, it was so good.”

“I’m glad,” he quickened his pace and your hips were bucking into his hand, “But I think you’ll enjoy it more in a few moments.”

His fingers slowly slid out and he looked you in the eye as he licked them clean. You tried to move your wrists to continue where he left off, but were quickly reminded that wouldn’t be possible tonight. You tried to bring your thighs together but your partner is in between them. You can’t recall the last time you were this in need but couldn’t do anything about it yourself.

Kiyo reached over and revealed a black silk piece of fabric that was under the bundle of rope before. “If you cannot see, your other senses will heighten,” he explained, taking delight in seeing you squirm beneath him

You frantically nodded your head in approval, and he chuckled as you closed your eyes. When you opened them again, it was black, and his hands were back on your thighs. He was right. It was all you could focus on.

Suddenly, his breath was against your skin, and you were starting to sweat as your legs were pushed further open. “I can work with my fingers once more if you’d like, but truth be told, I am craving release as well, and would adore sex right now. You look so beautiful, Y/N.”

Just hearing him ask and feeling his words reverberate against you made you feel yourself get even wetter. “Take me, then,” you exhaled

Kiyo sighed with a twisted pleasure, a bit away from you now, and you heard the buckle of his belt click, then the pleather of the belt slide through the loops on his pants. You heard fabric move and jostle and you imagined he was naked now. And when you heard the crinkling of plastic you knew he had put on a condom.

He held on to your ass and lifted your hips up. The tip of his cock was teasing you, making you shudder. “Are you ready, love?” He asked

You thought he would be able to feel how ready you were, but he does value communication. “Yes,” you sighed

He entered you slowly, and you were already starting to quiver. Your back was already arched and feeling him was all you could focus on. That, and the necklace. The crystal slid across your chest as he lifted you up. “K-Kiyo,” you gasped

“Is something wrong, darling?” He had stopped everything he was doing

“N-no, everything is good, but,” you took a breath, “did you want to take off the necklace?”

“I think the obsidian is beautiful against your breast,” he admitted, “But if you want it removed—“

That’s actually kind of sweet. Sweet, and also pretty sexy. “No, it can stay on if you like it so much,” you smiled, but were trembling, aching to get back to where you left off, “Please keep going; I need you— ah!”

As soon as you said ‘I need you’, he thrusted. Your legs brought themselves tighter around his waist as he steadied his pace.

Kiyo’s not typically one for noises during sex... or so you thought. You could now hear muffled grunts coming from him as he pounded into you. Did he always do that, and this is just part of the amplified senses thing; that you can hear it? It’s hot either way.

What was really amplified were the indecent sounds escaping your lips. You wanted to tell him how good he feels and how much you liked this but all you could speak were moans.

He took a stronger grip on your ass, digging his polished fingernails into the skin as he thrust hard, and you had your hips follow his.

Your legs were shaking against his back. You don’t think you’ve ever finished this soon and you so desperately want to keep feeling this but you can’t use your hands to control your legs. Your whole body is trembling now as he continues to slowly and forcefully pound his throbbing cock deeper into you, and you gasp, feeling your smile twist and contort as you cum, your hips continuing to buck against him, drenching his dick inside you.

He’s still going. You’re trying to catch your breath as he’s suddenly moved your legs off him, pressing them against his chest. His hands are clutching your ankles now, and you feel his dick throbbing inside you as he moves faster and faster.

Your breathing is shallow again and your hands are squeezed into fists and you’re cumming again in an instant, screaming with perverse pleasure

You can barely make out your partner’s scream over your own, but you felt it. Your legs were pushed forward toward your own body, along with Kiyo, keeling over as he came inside you.

You both were panting and sweating now. Once you both calmed down, he slid out, and you shuddered, having THAT feeling amplified now, too.

After a few moments, the blindfold was removed and you saw Kiyo smiling down at you. He was untying the ropes as he gently asked “How are you feeling?”

“Tired, in all honesty,” he laughed when you said that, “But that was really good. I think I’m starting to understand now.”

You shook out your wrist once you felt it free, letting the blood flow back. Before you could set your hand in your lap, though, he took it and kissed your knuckles. “I would adore to continue to show you new sensations, if you so desire.”

You smiled at him. “I don’t think I’m ready for full harnesses just yet, but we can maybe try to ease into it.”

“Of course, love,” he kissed your knuckles again, “I only want to show you pleasure.”

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Remembering Jeff

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: Y/n and Tony are mourning Jeff, Steve is sick of the stupid games and takes what he wants. 

Warnings: Small bit of angst, SMUT, this is FILTHY, blowjob, face-fucking, captain kink, spitting, Ransom (yes he gets a warning).

Word Count: 1.2k

a/n: This was requested by the lovely @donutloverxo​ ma’am i went so far off the request i’m sorry i couldn’t stop. 

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“I don’t know how to go on Y/n..” Tony cries through his hands, his crumpled form leaning into your side as you both sit in your bed watching movies on a Saturday night. You pat his back in sympathy, understanding what he’s going through.

“I know it’s hard, hell I miss him so much, but we have to move on.” You say, ignoring the snickers from the cuddling couple on the beanbag at the foot of your bed.

“He was taken away from us so suddenly, I can’t.” Tony cries again, this time snuggling into you further and crying onto your t-shirt. Entering the room, Steve rolls his eyes at the pair of you crying into each other’s arms like it wasn’t just a dumb pineapple that they replaced weekly.

“Are you two still crying?” He asks in annoyance setting down a pizza box, ignoring Sam and Bucky giggling into each other’s ears, rounding the bed to slide in next to you. Tony growls lightly and pulls you closer to him as he eyes your boyfriend trying to steal you from him.

“Get your own cuddle buddy Rogers.” He says, sniffling quietly making you coo and sling your arm around him softly.

“She is my cuddle buddy! She’s my girlfriend.” Steve says in irritation, his nostrils flaring in jealously as he watches you dot on Tony. You just smile at both of them and hold an arm out to Steve, pressing your face into the side of his neck when he settles next to you with a grumpy frown. Bucky clicks his phone a few times before a random movie title stretches across your tv screen.

“Knives out?” Steve asks with a confused glance to Bucky, the winter soldier just shrugs before settling back in with Sam. The group is quiet until a certain character appears on screen.

“Bucky pause it oh my god!” You leap up from Steve’s arms, Tony sitting up with you.

“He looks exactly like Steve!” Tony says with a cackle, Steve groans behind you as Bucky hits play again.

‘Hugh Drysdale?’

‘Ransom call me Ransom, only the help calls me Hugh.’

“Oh, I’ll definitely call him Hugh.” You mumble out making Sam and Tony laugh, you grin up at Steve’s annoyed face with glee, from the way his jaw was clenching you knew you were in for a long night once the others left. Steve just sighs and leans forward and flicks the pizza box open, revealing the ham and pineapple pizza. Hearing Tony’s whimper you draw your eyes away from the delicious looking brunette to Steve, gasping loudly as you watch him take a big bite out of his slice, several chunks of pineapple being murdered.

“NO JEFF! STEVE HOW COULD YOU” Tony yells getting up from the bed to point his finger at Steve, the man in question just raises an eyebrow at the short man in annoyance. You sit back against the headboard as you watch Tony yell at Steve, grinning until you see the anger growing in Steve’s eyes.

“That’s it. All of you, get the fuck out.” He growls out, the cold stern voice of the captain making the boys blink before all three of them race out of your bedroom door, Bucky snatching up the pizza box on his way out. Steve sits on the edge of the bed facing away from you and lowers his head into his hands, you bite your lip as you notice the tension in his shoulders.

“Stevie?” You mumble, climbing off the bed to stand in front of him and sighing out when he lightly grabs your waist in his hands and buries his face into your soft stomach with a soft kiss and a whisper of “Mine.” Making you frown in guilt as you grip his chin in your hand to tip his face up to look at you.

“Always yours.” You say with a smile, making him smile tiredly. You look at his tense frame again before slowly lowering yourself to your knees, your face level with the waistline of his pants.

“Baby?” He asks as he watches your hands slide up his thighs softly, hands resting on the band of his boxers poking out above the grey sweats he’s wearing.

“You’re so tense baby, let me help you out.” You say licking your lips, he just nods down at you with a tense jaw and lifts his hips to help you rid him of his pants and boxers, his hardening cock landing lightly on his thigh before you wrap your soft hand around it and start pumping him.

“Relax my love.” You say mouthing along his shaft, licking up from the base until your tongue is twirling around his angry pink tip. You swallow him down as far as you can and hum at the sound of his startled moan, your tongue flat against the underside of him as you bob your head around his thick cock, your hand pumping the rest of the length that you can’t reach with your mouth. Steve moans and bucks his hips up lightly before restraining himself and stopping his movements, you frown and pull off with a long suck, your hand coming up to replace where your warm mouth was occupying as you speak.

“Don’t restrain yourself baby.” You mumble looking up at his darkening eyes, grinning wickedly as you lower your lips to hover over the tip as you speak softly.

“Fuck my face Captain.” Followed by a soft kiss to his tip. Steve growls and grips your hair in a tight fist as he leans down and pries your mouth open with his fingers before spitting into your warmth, you moan desperately and grin when he leans back up, looming over you isn’t Steve Rogers anymore. No Captain America stands above you with dark blown pupils and a dirty smirk as he grabs his cock and feeds it into your mouth inch by inch, groaning when he feels your tight throat stretch to accommodate him.

“Just like that.” He says before he starts snapping his hips into your face, holding your head still with his grip in your hair as he takes exactly what he wants. He throws his head back as he feels pleasure lick down his spine, settling in his balls as he snaps his hips into your face one last time and holds you there as he cums down your throat with a dirty growl of your name.

Coming down Steve lowers his eyes to your mouth and slowly drags his still hard cock out of your messy mouth, smiling darkly at the drool and cum dripping down your chin before you scoop it up in your fingers and suck them into your mouth. He tilts his head before yanking you up and pushing you onto your stomach, gripping your hips and pulling your ass up as his hand presses your face into the sheets. He leans down until his mouth is right next to your ear, kissing it teasingly as a full body shudder goes through you at his next words.

“You’re going to take Captain’s cock until you’re begging me to stop.”

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