#; you said you're greedy but the way I was smiling when you sent this

[distopea]

💞 REVOLVING HEARTS — our muses' romantic relationship (Gabriele bc I'm greedy 😌)

@royaletiquette

MOODBOARD & AESTHETIC GAME !

[bunnysbrainrot]

He Wants to Watch

Kinktober Prompt: Doggy Style

Relationship: Sam Winchester x f!Reader, Dean

Content: Explicit sexual scenes, rough sex, dirty talk, creampie, unprotected sex, (lowkey) breeding kink, degrading, voyeurism/exhibitionism, Sam is a little greedy

Summary: It's time for round two, and the younger Winchester hasn't had his fill. Dean is generous enough to let Sammy have a turn, but not without watching exactly how his brother pleases his girl.

** Guessing Game is part 1 - For full context, and more smut, go ahead and read it! I apologize that this is shorter than usual, I’m working on some bigger pieces, and transferring everything to AO3!

Thirty minutes have passed since you collapsed into Dean's mattress, totally sated and limp from pleasure. The two brothers lay on either side of your lax form, caressing your skin with peppered kisses along the way.

Sam locks eyes with his brother, a devilishly curious look glinting within them. Dean's look darkens - a silent agreement.

"How you feeling, sweetheart?" asks Dean, tucking loose hairs away from your cheeks. During the last round, you'd built up a decent sweat that stuck your hair around your temples.

You shift your legs, assessing your soreness. To your surprise, it's not as intense as you'd thought it would be - and paired with the careful massage from the brothers, your recovery time was hurried.

"I'm wonderful," you sigh. Movement comes from behind and a thick warmth presses against your ass.

Sam snakes his arms around your middle and tugs you toward him, away from Dean. There isn't a hint of jealousy on your boyfriend's features. In fact, it seems like he could actually be enjoying this. Sam grips gently at your jaw and cranes your head to face him. That same overwhelming darkness still pools in his eyes; it was a type of shadow that could melt your insides before they're ravaged again.

The blackness of Sam's eyes is not an invitation, or a flirtation. No..

It’s a warning.

Not a word is said as Sam hitches your leg up. You're splayed wide on your side, now with your messy pussy in full view for the brothers. Dean's gaze settles on your displayed cunt, and its proximity to Sam's cock, throbbing and leaking from your past round.

Minutes before, Sam demanded to have you to himself, his words less of a request than a warning. Watching his brother fuck you thoroughly, all the while flaunting what he couldn't have, sent a rush of jealousy through Sam. His cock ached for your dripping cunt - longing to bury itself inside of your walls. It was his right to do so, just as much as his brother.

Sam grips the base of his cock and guides it between your thighs, lining his shaft between your slick folds. He gives a few steady thrusts to lead the head of his cock across your clit, still sensitive from earlier. You whine, looking to Dean.

Darkened eyes greet you. Dean wears a wide, pleased smile on his face, as if watching his brother fuck his own girlfriend could be a source of pride.

"Sammy wants his turn."

A moan escapes you when Sam’s cock brushes against your clit. He slides through your slick folds with a sharp gasp - your warmth kisses the sensitive head, tensing his back from the brush of pleasure. You look to Dean with a confused expression, but your furrowed brows relax when Sam’s cock fixes at your wet hole, eager for his own opportunity.

Your hips relax at his touch and allow Sam to ease his way inside. Sam enters you with a hiss through his teeth. Warmth envelops his cock with every inch, stretching you slowly.

You cry out, whipping your head to look at Sam as he pushes himself inside. His face is contorted in ecstasy, and he lets out a low moan when you clench down onto his length. It’s Dean’s voice that helps encourage you to take more of his brother.

“There you go, baby, just relax. Let Sammy take care of you,” he murmurs, lowering his hand to his groin, taking hold of his own length, pumping himself slowly.

Sam, to his credit, is a bit more endowed than your boyfriend, and he feels absolutely glorious. He has more length to stretch you out, as opposed to Dean’s gift of girth. Regardless, by the time he’s bottomed out, you’re satisfyingly full, mewling into the sheets. He needs to move. You need to feel him.

You buck your hips onto his cock, sinking him into your fluttering walls. A low groan escapes from his chest, thrumming against your back.

“Fuuuck, she’s tight,” he moans, throwing his head against your shoulder.

Dean hums in agreement, still stroking himself next to you. His eyes rove over your form - shaking, moaning, and clenching around Sam’s dick.

After a moment, your slick coats Sam’s length enough to let him in fully, bottoming out in your pussy with a soft groan.

You steady your breathing. You can feel how nicely your pussy is stretching to his size - he’s in your stomach, your lungs, everywhere. He’s far bigger than how he felt down your throat. Apparently your mouth can accommodate him perfectly, but your tight cunt is another matter.

He moves, ever so slightly, dragging his heavy cock through your tight walls to the tip. Sam plunges in with earnest. You cry out at the deeper strike.

Sam’s hand whips around your front to your throat, placing a finger on either side of your windpipe, squeezing down. Dullness throbs through your head as you struggle for a proper breath. His hand eases it’s grip, and the blood rushes heavily back through your head, gifting you a dull ache in your temples, and a thundering rush of adrenaline.

“S-Sam, faster, please,” you whisper. He groans in response, snapping his hips into yours.

The pace becomes relentless. Sam takes no time easing you into it like his brother does - he takes your request and sprints ahead with it, delivering blow after blow to your ravaged pussy.

Dean watches his brother’s cock work itself inside of your entrance, glossy when it leaves with your slick.

“Rougher, Sam.”

Dean’s command shudders through him, and Sam reaches for your waist, shoving you onto your stomach. From this angle surely he can strike deeper. Harder.

With a grunt, Sam hauls your hips upward, slipping from your pussy and giving you a cold kiss of the air. A whimper escapes you, pleading with him to return his heat.

You squirm to brace yourself on your elbows. A warmth prods at your stretched hole - Sam’s cock teases your needy pussy with the thick head of his length. The silence in the room is not one of awkwardness; instead, it happens to add a new erotic element of being watched. Observed by Dean.

Craning your head you can see Dean’s lazy smile as he fucks his hand. His eyes are glued to your expressions, waiting anxiously for it to warp as Sam enters you again.

He does so in one swift thrust. You’re thrust into the sheets again, falling limp into the mattress with the overwhelming pleasure.

Sam’s name slurs around your tongue. Whether it was in protest or pleading, you couldn’t tell. The force of his snapping hips set your nerves on high alert, every inch of you surges as he moves. Your name tumbles past his lips, drawn out like a song. His voice has your back arching - with the deep rumble of the utterance, like a prayer and curse all in one.

His hips sharply snap against your ass. All cohesive thought vanishes as his cock pounds against your cervix, sending a full throb through your cunt. If you weren’t sore with Dean from before, surely you’d have trouble moving now.

“Letting me use you right after my brother,” Sam growls, “you’re such a dirty slut.”

The abrasive words ignite you, leaving you to moan softly into the blanket.

“And I’d bet you want my cum, too, huh?” his voice is laced with venom, as filthy as your body feels, “I saw how badly you wanted Dean’s, I could tell you wanted more. Just a dumb cumslut, aren’t you?”

You manage a nod. Sam’s fingers card through your hair and gain purchase, jerking your head back, angling you to look at him. He braces himself into a kneel and crouches over you, angling himself to thrust deeper, crashing his cock into your sweet spot.

Sam’s voice brushes over your ear amidst the wet slaps of his balls hitting your drenched cunt. Each strike lands on your swollen clit, with small spurts of pleasure following behind.

“Dean,” he begins. Sam tilts his head to his brother, now more fervently pleasuring himself. His strokes are rougher with each passing second. Darkness blows out Sam’s eyes as he asks, “Can I finish inside of her?”

Dean’s brows twitch with annoyance, but his expression shifts. He gives a simple nod.

Go ahead.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” he groans. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll give you plenty.”

You can feel Sam’s smile against your ear before me takes the lobe between his teeth. He talks lowly to drive himself closer. While his brother may take his time to please you, it’s not Sam’s job to prioritize that. This is his once chance, and he’s not patient under the pressure.

“Pretty little cum dumpster,” his words strain, “Two brothers in the same night - fucking filthy. You’re one depraved bitch.”

The words strain the tightness welling in your abdomen. You’re about the snap, but based on Sam’s faltering thrusts, he may beat you to it.

“Please-“ you choke.

“Quiet,” he orders, “you take what I give you, when I give it to you.”

Having no control in it doesn’t upset you in the slightest. After all, you were the girl turned whore when you decided to fuck your boyfriends brother.

His jutting hips lose their rhythm as his orgasm approaches. Sam hisses at the tension in his abdomen before his release spills into your abused cunt, coating your walls with white.

“Shiiit,” he exhales. Sam unsheathes from your used hole, staring pridefully at his cum leaking from your pulsing pussy. It flows downward, covering your gleaming folds and stiff clit in a white sheer. Underneath him, you whine into the bed, clenching your cunt onto nothing, keeping his seed inside.

You pry your eyes open to look for Dean. You find him with his hips slacked and cock leaking into his hand. His own cum stains his stomach in a white gloss. He flutters his eyes closed, completely sated.

Sam helps ease your hips back down onto the bed; he steps away after muttering something about ‘cleaning up’. A moment later he returns with a lukewarm washcloth, tending to your messiest areas, and then working on himself.

He lounges on the bed to your side. You pant softly to come down from the high. Sam’s cum still seeps between your slick folds, reminding you of the filthy deed you two did.

Perhaps out of respect for Dean, Sam doesn’t kiss you afterward. His comfort to you is to stroke a hand through your hair idly as Dean recovers. Your boyfriend grumbles your name before reaching for you.

You give him a once-over, seeing as he hasn’t cleaned up his own ‘aftermath’. You arch an eyebrow at him.

“Clean yourself up, and then we’ll talk.”

You hear Sam’s breathy laugh from behind. Dean rolls his eyes and reaches for the discarded washcloth, doing as you requested.

Hi y’all, I hope you enjoyed! If you did, it would be a huge support if you reblog! Happy Kinktober!

[aronkiepronkie]

"dude, tanaka, bro. you don't get it. she's super mega better than kiyoko." "but no one's better than queen kiyoko, noya!" tanaka argues, he looks at noya like he's out of his mind, noya simply shakes his head with his hands firmly placed on his hips. "nope, yn's like...i dunno. whats better than a queen?" noya thinks, his hand leaves his hips to tap his finger on his chin and tanaka stares at the short boy, awaiting his answer. "stop looking at me!" noya yells at tanakas intense gaze. "no matter what you say, or how angrily you look at me, i wont change my mind!" he says loudly, stomping dramatically out the classroom. "but noya!" tanaka protests, trying to catch noyas attention to no avail. "cant talk, i gotta meet yn in the smart class!" "noya!" tanakas angry shouts go deaf to noyas ears as he makes his way to your class.

you scribble words in your notebook before closing it, glancing to your phone when it vibrates, noyas name illuminating the screen.

"hey pretty girl"

"im coming over to ur class rn"

you smile at the messages and grab your phone to text him a simple, "okay, i packed you some lunch" "hope ur hungry <3". the last text you sent was a bit of a silly one, you never had to hope he was hungry for your homemade lunches because he would always scarf the food down in less than 5 minutes while he listens intently to what you have to ramble on about, slipping in a few jokes with a stuffed mouth, full of food, that never failed to make you laugh. you glance at the time, its only been a minute after your teacher announced it was lunch, and noya was already sprinting to your class to see you. the door swings open and an excited shout of your name follows. you look up at the familiar voice and see noya confidently striding towards you, dragging a chair next to you and sitting in it, his arm swinging over your shoulder, a few curious eyes stare, noya pays no attention, his eyes practically shaped in beating red hearts as he stares at you, a dopey grin splayed across his face, and he speaks up. "hey gorgeous." he starts, stroking his fingers through your hair as he admires you. "hmmm, yn...you kinda look like you're missing something today." he asks, tilting his head as he scans your face and you just chuckle. this isn't the first time he's said this to you, you'll ask, "what am i missing today, noya?" and he'll respond with a big, toothy smile, "a big fat kiss on those pretty lips of yours.". today's no different, you don't stop the passionate boy from leaning in, angling his head to the right and raising his hand to cup your cheek. his soft lips (that he spends way too much time trying to make as soft as they can possibly be for you) meet yours in a slow, sensual way, a quiet smacking noise leaving both of your collided lips. noyas body scoots closer to yours and he tries to discreetly grab at your waist, but you swat his hand away before his greedy fingers could reach under your shirt. "noya." you warn him against his lips. "hehe, oops." is all he mutters before pulling your mouth onto his again, his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, subtly asking for you to part your lips so he can explore your mouth, and you pull away. "seriously?" you deadpan at him, furrowing your brows. "what? you look seriously super duper extra mega pretty today. can't help myself." he confesses, a smile still present on his lips, a lovesick look in his eyes that's screaming "you're so beautiful and i love you so much" so painfully loud. you can't help but smile at the gaze he gives you, and you cover his face with your palm, pushing his head to the side as you reach for your bag. "oouh! is it time for my food?" noya exclaims, his smile growing wider as you pull out a bento box, snapping the sides open and his eyes glow at the onigiri and steamed meat buns. "yn!" he cries out your name loudly and immediately grabs a meat bun, shoving the whole thing in his mouth, melting at the delicious taste. "yn! you're so kind! making me food...its so yummy!" he bawls out in happiness, chewing contently with his eyes closed. "you're welcome, noya." "thank you! thank you yn! you're the best girlfriend ever!" he thanks you over and over, taking a big bite out of the onigiri.

hes so cute literally bf goals. also meat buns are so flipping good pls im craving them now

[honey-on-your-tongue]

Discipline

Series masterlist Part three Summary: Jake is sent to teach you discipline within the rules of the Omaticaya, from which you are constantly rebelling. Except...he finds unorthodox methods that get you to behave. Warnings: SMUT!!! (because what else am I gonna write??) DEGRADATION. Squirting. Dacryphilia (in case you don't know, it's arousal from—in this series—tears). A little bit of praise. Jake using your body. Again, DEGRADATION because he fr treats you like a whore. Fear play, maybe? Creampie ;) Dub-con. And, uh, SLIGHT SPOILER: light aftercare :) Did I already mention Jake treats you like a fucking toy? Cuz he does. Sorry for any errors! This wasn't proofread, only pure inspiration from watching Avatar 1 for the millionth time and Raye's song Escapism.

It's late at night and you're surrounded by the wilderness, your eyes focused on a creature as it wanders through the foliage not far from where you stand. Your bow is at the ready, your eyes making an effort to see in the dark even though the bioluminescent plants all around you aid with the lighting.

"Focus on it," Jake whispers in your ear. This is his new technique to teach you: training in the dark, under the cover of night, when you hunt and are being hunted.

"It's good practice," Jake had told you, but he had every intention of using his nights as an excuse to fuck you both during the day and after eclipse.

"Watch it carefully," Jake said, eyes trailing over your delicate fingers as you grasped onto your bow, on your flattened ears, on your swishing tail. "Shoot when you're sure you won't miss," he instructs.

Moments later, he hears your arrow whistling through the air, and he hears the animal as it cries out, the sound drowned as the arrow finishes piercing its heart and kills it, right on the spot.

"There we go," Jake hums, content. "Your aim's getting better," he comments, but he knows it's only because he's not touching you while you attempt to focus.

"Should we take it back to the Hometree?" you ask, nodding at the creature.

Jake smirks, raising an eyebrow. "What d'you propose we do instead?" he asks, even though he already knows.

You smile coyly before lowering yourself to your knees, your big eyes staring into his as you lift your hands to his loincloth.

You are not surprised when you remove the item to find that Jake's cock is hard and wet with precum; he's always hard when he's around you, even if he hasn't done anything but watch you.

Your fingers trace the underside of his cock, drawing over the veins and stripes on the sensitive skin, your mouth watering at the feel of him, thick and heavy in your hand.

Jake groans lowly, grabbing your hair in his hand, tugging at it softly. "Atta girl," he praises. "I love how much of a slut you are, girl. Love how desperate you are to have my cock in any of your holes."

You can feel your arousal gathering within you, dripping down your thighs as you lick over the head of his cock, tracing the tip, drawing little circles on it before slowly taking him deep.

Jake watches you from above, his eyes mesmerized by the way your plump lips stretch around his thick cock, how your eyes water the deeper he goes, how you try to fight your gag reflex as he touches the back of your throat. He loves it when you cry, loves it when you're scared, loves it when you're so overcome with pleasure, that you can't do anything but beg him to stop.

Jake has the incessant urge to fuck your mouth, to bruise the back of your throat, to see you sob as he uses your lips, but he decides not to. He decides he'll let you give him head however you want, and if you do a good job, he'll reward you.

"You gonna let me come in your mouth, girl?" he asks, even though he's aware that it's what you want. "You gonna let me fill up your mouth and then your greedy cunt?"

You hum and nod softly, swirling your tongue around his girth. You suck in your cheeks, feeling the way he twitches as you do.

"Fuck," Jake groans, watching you, little pricks of pleasure tickling across his skin. "My good slut."

You moan against him, the sound of him calling you his anything makes you wetter.

And Jake can tell.

He raises an eyebrow, half-curious, and asks, "You like that? You like the idea 'f being my slut?"

You whine, giving Jake your wordless yes, and he chuckles. "Yeah, I shoulda known. You don't only like being a slut, but you like being mine, girl. You like that I put you in your place, and you like that I'm fucking mean about it, don't you."

You mewl, bobbing your head on his cock, licking and sucking, your pussy throbbing to have him inside you.

"Yeah, you could be a slut, just a common whore for any guy that comes 'round. But you're mine now," he hisses as you squeeze his balls, your spit coating them. "You're mine, and you won't ever be anyone else's. You belong to me. My slut. Your mouth is mine. Your ass is mine. Your tits are mine. Your cunt is mine. Mine, you hear me, girl?"

You whine again, gagging on his cock, tears trailing down your cheeks. Jake groans. He wants to make you cry. He wants to fuck you while you sob. He wants to make you beg for his mercy, and then deprive you of it.

"You're fuckin' disgusting," he tells you through clenched teeth. "My cumslut."

You slide one of your hands under your loincloth, hastily pushing it aside before rubbing on your desperate clit. Jake watches you, studying the way you touch herself; that, combined with the way you look up at him as you suck his cock, makes his orgasm rush to the surface.

"Fuuuuuck, 'm gonna fill you up," he groans. "Gonna mark you as mine. My personal fucktoy. My slut." He inhales sharply as he reaches the edge. "You fuckin' whore."

His cock twitches, his load spilling into your mouth, coating your tongue and your throat and the inside of your cheeks. Jake's fingers are tangled in your hair, tugging you closer as he pushes himself deeper down your throat, groaning and gasping, his eyes rolling back, his teeth sinking into his lower lip.

"Fuck, I love those lips, baby," he hisses as he pulls out of you. He grabs himself by the base, slapping his cock against your lips and your cheeks. "Open up, I wanna see my cum in you."

You open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and showing him his load. Jake grins. "Yeah, s'good, isn't it? Swallow, baby."

Obediently, you swallow his come, your cunt still pulsating, your body alight with desire.

"Yeah, y'did good, girl," he admits. "Did real good. And for that, you get a reward. C'mere."

He kneels on the ground in front of you and pulls you to him, pulling you onto his lap. He rests your legs on either side of one of his huge thighs as he kisses you, his tongue trailing over your lips, his canines biting into your plush lower lip.

Jake's large, rough hands hold onto your hips, and he begins rocking you back and forth, against the muscle of his thigh, allowing your slick to coat over his skin as your clit rubs against his thigh.

You wrap your arms around his neck, throwing your head back, exposing your throat to his mouth. He licks a stripe over your pulse, dragging his teeth across your skin before biting down, making you gasp. He sucks on the spot harshly, knowing it'll give you a hickey, hoping everyone will see it in the morning.

"Fuck yourself, yeah?" he says, guiding your hips. "If you do it well, I'll give my cock. If you don't, I'll have to spank you again, brat."

"Mhmm," you hum, nodding as you rub yourself against his thigh. "I'll be good," you promise, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I'll be good, sir."

He chuckles lowly, feeling your arousal drip against his skin, his cock beginning to harden again. "You'll do anything for my cock, won't ya, whore?"

You nod mindlessly, moaning softly.

He slaps your thigh sharply, sending a shiver of pain through you, making you gasp. "Use words, girl," he orders. "Y'know I like to hear you."

Your pussy clenches around nothing. "Yes, sir. I'll do anything for your cock."

"Much better," he says, his hands caressing up your waist, sliding under your beaded top, playing with your nipples. He watches your face as he leans down to your chest, licking your breasts, nibbling on them harshly, squeezing them harder than necessary.

You gasp, the sensations growing taut in your lower stomach, making you jerk as the pressure increases. You whine, body trembling slightly as the pleasure grows.

"Already?" Jake questions, chuckling. "We're barely starting, girl, and you're already gonna come on me?"

You shake your head. ""m-'m tryin' not to," you mumble, hips not ceasing their movements.

"Don't come yet," Jake orders.

You mewl, "I wanna—fuck!"

"I know you wanna," Jake tells you mockingly, his teeth biting across your jaw. "But you're not goin' to, y'hear me? Otherwise I can't fuck you. And I want to stick it in you, girl. You hear? If you misbehave and I can't fuck you, I'll find someone else to help me."

It's not true, of course. Jake knows it's not true; he won't go out and look for someone else because, although he could, he doesn't want to. He likes fucking you, likes the challenge, likes knowing that he's the only one who can get you to bend to his will.

But the threat has you biting your lower lip, fighting your orgasm, keeping the pleasure at bay. Jake smirks at himself. You're such a slut for him, and that's what gets him. He loves how you know that if it's not him, it won't be anyone else.

"When—ah—when can I come, sir?" you ask, voice wavering as your moans interrupt you.

"When I say so," he answers, chuckling darkly when you whine in complaint.

One of Jake's hands slithers down to your clit, adding pressure against it, rubbing circles on it, making you whine and gasp, your nails dragging against his shoulders.

"Think you can squirt for me, girl?" he questions.

You moan softly. "I-I need it inside me."

Jake slides his middle and ring fingers into you without warning, making you groan, and he allows his thumb to fall against your clit. "New deal, kid. If you squirt f'r me, I'll fuck ya, yeah?"

You nod. "Yes, sir. Yes."

Jake curls his fingers up against that spongey spot inside of you that has you jerking, ensuring to be patient as he touches you, starting out slow and gradually speeding up.

"Jake," you beg, voice high-pitched and uneven. "Jake, I-I can't 'nymore. 's too much. Please."

He tsks. "You want my cock, don't ya?"

"Mhmm."

"Then take it. I don't care if it's too much," he tells you. "You're a whore and a brat, only for me to use. Y'understand that? I decide when you've had too much."

And he is true to his word. He makes you come once, twice, three times on his fingers, and he keeps going, seeing how far you can go.

"Jake, please!" you whine, tears falling from your face and staining your cheeks. "Too much!"

"You gotta squirt, girl," he retaliates, licking your neck. "I won't stop until you squirt."

You don't know if you can do it. You're seeing stars, your ears are ringing, your body is shaking, and you're on the verge of passing out.

But then you feel it, another orgasm, rushing toward you, ready to wreck over your body. And even as it builds, you can tell this one's different; stronger, faster, more intense.

Jake can tell you're close. He can feel the way you clench around him, and he can see the way your eyes flutter shut.

"C'mon, girl," he urges. "Squirt for me."

Your orgasm approaches, pushes you to the edge, and suddenly you're falling again, rattled by another one, your body growing limp. And then it happens. A bout of your juices gushes, soaking over Jake's arm and torso and thigh, and it drips down your legs.

"Goddamn," Jake groans, feeling your slick coating his skin, his cock quivering in excitement. "That's what I'm talkin' about."

He pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean before lowering your weak frame to the ground.

"Are y'gonna fuck me?" you ask, breathless.

Grinning, he flips you over until you're on all fours and he's kneeling behind you. "I told you you'd get cock if you were good, didn't I, girl?" he says. "I'm a man of my word, baby. You don't gotta worry 'bout that."

Jake pushes your thighs apart and forces your back to arch so that he can see your puffy cunt, soaked and desperate for him. He uses his fingers to spread your folds and watches how wet you are, how you clench around nothing.

You're wet enough that Jake's cock, for all its length and girth, slides in with ease, the tip finding your cervix without meeting much resistance. "So fuckin' tight, g'damn."

He doesn't give you time to adjust; he's ruthless in the way his hips smack into yours, how the thrusts into you, truly using your body and not caring about much else.

Your nails dig into the ground, filling with soil, as Jake pounds you. His cock bruises your insides, his groans filling your ears as you hiss, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. He's so rough, so fucking amazing at this...He knows just how to make you think of nothing, how to fuck you dumb. You love it.

You whine, your back arching like a cat's, thighs trembling. Jake's balls slap against your sensitive folds with each thrust, his hands clutching onto your hips as he uses your cunt.

"Fuck, I could get used t' this, girl," he grunts, pushing you down, forcing your face against the ground. "Used to this pussy 'round my cock, used to you cryin' f'r me."

"Please," you whimper, trying to bounce your hips against Jake's, attempting to match his rhythm. "Please, sir—come in me."

Jake chuckles through a low moan. "Y'want me to fill ya up?"

"Mhm! Yes!" you gasp in response.

"Wanna go back to bed full 'f my come? Huh, slut?"

"Mmm! Yes, sir! Please!" you beg.

Jake keeps fucking you, ensuring to be rough with each thrust, making sure he fills you to the brim each time, makes sure he stretches your cunt to the shape of his fat cock. You wanted him to fill you? He'd fill you, alright. He'd come in you as many times as he pleased, making sure that his cum would drip out of you as you walked back to the Hometree. He would make sure to leave you unable to walk, make sure to be as harsh with you as he could. And he was determined to make you come until you were a blubbering, sobbing mess because, fuck, he loves the way you look and sound when you cry.

As your body trembles and your pussy clenches, Jake realizes you're on the verge of another orgasm, so he keeps his thrusts steady and deep, dragging your pleasure out.

"Y'gonna come for me again," he orders. "You're gonna come f'r me until I decide you've done well enough for me to fill your pussy with my cum, y'hear me?"

You nod, desperate, as your orgasm grows within you. "Y-yes, sir. Ah, yes, please."

Jake finds that he likes how pathetic you are. He likes how willing you are to give up everything else just for his cock, for him to be mean to you, for him to use you like the whore you are. And it makes him ravenous.

"Slut," he groans, slipping one hand under your body to find and play with your clit.

When you feel his calloused fingers on your clit, you moan, the pleasure coiling tightly low in your stomach, feeling like ropes knotting around each other, threatening to tear you in half.

"There!" you gasp, your entire body quivering. "Right there! Fuck! Fuck me! Jake–sir, please!"

You're so tight around him, so good for him, so perfect for him to fuck. How is he not going to take his anger out on you? All that hatred he had towards your effortless belonging in the clan, all of the ire that it caused him, he can fuck out of himself; out of his system and right into your puffy cunt.

Jake feels the way you come around him, feels your arousal drip out of you and down his balls, to the ground. "That's it, girl," he hums. "All over my cock."

You shudder, your body falling limp even though Jake keeps thrusting, his hips crashing into you.

"N-no," you gasp, trying to move away from him even though you can barely keep yourself up. "Too much! 's too—Sir, please, no!"

"Shut up," Jake growls. "Take it. You wanted this, now take it."

You mewl but stop complaining, allowing the pleasure to overcome you and wreck you, make your body shake and shudder, your nerves going into a tumultuous mess.

Jake can feel your cunt, hot and swollen, around his cock. He continues to bask in the feeling, enjoying how your muscles suck him in, how you whine and how your back bends. He's cruel, chuckling darkly as he feels your body shaking, as he sees tears start to fall down your cheeks, your face red from too much pleasure and from crying.

It makes him harder, turns him on to see you struggle to handle his cock. It's something to do with how helpless you are in front of him and his will. He can do anything to you, and you, like the whore you are, would let him; and not only can he get away with anything he does to you, you'll beg him for it. You beg for him to disrespect you, to treat you like nothing but an object, and he loves how shameless you are about it; how you get pleasure from it.

Before long, you're tightening around him once more, sobbing through the pleasure, your face against the floor.

"Again?" Jake asks, mocking you, and he hisses when you clench around him. "Mhmm, figures. Such a whore."

"J-Jake, please!" you cry, body weak and pliable, nothing but a rag doll for Jake to toss around after each use.

"Go on," he says. "No one's stopping you from coming, girl."

It's not what you were going to beg for. You were going to beg him to stop even though you don't really want him to. You don't want this to be over; you just want a little break to breathe before continuing the mind-blowing sex.

"Please," you whine, unsure if you want him to go harder or to stop. "Please..."

"Sluts don't get anything unless they ask using full sentences," Jake tells you.

"Jake, please, I—Fuck me harder. Please, Jake!" you manage, your voice wavering as you sob.

"Much better," Jake allows as he increases his strength, his cock pounding your cervix each time, making you cry out, your stomach bulging from his long, girthy cock.

You come again, squirting once more all over Jake and all over yourself, making him groan as his own orgasm crawls closer.

Your body falls against the ground, boneless, your hips against Jake's only because he's holding you up.

You try to push him away, placing a hand on his forearm, a futile attempt at begging him to ease up his pace. He pushes your hand away.

"'m almost done, girl," he grunts. "You can take it. I know y'can."

You shake your head weakly, the pleasure too much, the orgasms too many, your body too sensitive, the pain and ecstasy blurring together and making your field of vision go black around the edges.

You're sobbing, tears and spit staining your face, your delicate skin flushed and shiny with sweat. He loves seeing you this weak for him, this vulnerable, this useless...

"God—fuck!" Jake groans as his cock stiffens and twitches inside of you, his orgasm finally crashing over him, making him shudder and grunt. His thrusts grow sloppy, the sound of his hips smacking against yours stopping as he slows his pace. His come shoots inside of you, coating your inner walls, painting your insides, dripping out of your stuffed cunt and down your thighs.

Jake stays where he is, gasping for breath for a moment, before pulling out of you. He leans back on his haunches and watches his come drip out of you, admires how puffy and sore your cunt is.

"Goddamn," he groans, satisfied and content.

You sit up with effort, still sobbing, and wipe the dirt and tears off your face hastily.

Something within Jake flinches at the sight.

Maybe I was too harsh, he thinks as he approaches you. He grabs you by the wrists, gently, and you flinch.

"Shh, it's okay," he coos, pulling you toward him. He pulls you onto his lap, his eyes studying over your body, finding all the bruises he left on you. "It's okay." He carefully cleans the dirt and tears from your face, ensuring to be as gentle as he can.

Then, he softly kisses your neck in all the red spots that have been left from his bites, and he massages your hips where the shape of his hands were imprinted from his harsh grip on them.

"'m sorry if I was too rough," he murmurs, kissing the corner of your mouth. "But you still did so well f'r me, baby. You were so good, y'know? The best I've ever had. You took my cock s' well. You perfect little thing."

You allow yourself to fall into his embrace, allow him to hold and coo you, allow him to caress the pain from all the sore spots he left on your body. And if he keeps you in his arms for longer than necessary, you don't say anything. And if you let him hold you for longer than necessary, he doesn't say anything.

By the time you finally return to the village, the creature you hunted is long since cold. But if anyone notices that instead of noticing how willing you are to behave around the others, they don't mention it.

And if they see the way Jake is now looking at you as you eat with the others, they don't mention that either.

@who-is-ej

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙵𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙽: Christmas Shopping w/ Bucky Barnes

a/n: YES THIS IS LONG HAIRED BUCKY AND I WILL NOT BE TAKING ANY FURTHER QUESTIONS. anyways, i was going to make this kind of a black friday kind of fic but then that felt too novembery to me so it's just regular christmas shopping *⁠\⁠0⁠/⁠*

masterlist | ficmas masterlist | AO3

Ever since you graduated high school, you had gone Christmas shopping by yourself.

It was like it was little tradition for yourself, going out, waiting in ridiculously long lines, and spending a ridiculous amount of money before you went home and slept for an ungodly amount of hours. Now, you had Bucky, and you were more than excited to take him on a shopping trip with you.

"Buck," You whispered, gently shaking his body. "C'mon, it's almost six, you gotta wake up, we'll lose our spot in the line." Your boyfriend groaned, throwing an arm over his face before his eyes creaked open. "'Morning sleepy head." You cooed softly, sitting on the side of the bed so you can place a kiss on his lips. "Why are you already dressed?" His voice rasped. "Because I told you, were going to shopping so we gotta go early. We're almost late." He turned his head to look the clock on his side table, a amused snort slipping from his lips before turning his attention back to you, his dark hair splayed out on the pillow.

"Late?" He playfully scoffed, sitting up in his hands, his bare chest exposed for your greedy eyes to see. "No amount of seducing is going to make me stay home. I've never missed a day of shopping, so either get up, I'm going without you." You said sternly, forcing yourself to tear your eyes away from his muscular and scrumptious body. You wanted nothing more than to lay back in bed with him, sharing your body heat, but duty called.

"Fine, fine, I'm getting up." He relented, throwing the covers from over his body.

The line that Bucky and you were standing in practically wrapped around the mall, and you were resisting the urge to tell Bucky 'I told you so' as you stood close to the front of the store. His arm was wrapped tight around your waist, protective mode turned all the way on as he stared— glared — at all of the people that were also standing anxiously around you. When Buck wasn't pampering you and practically drowning you in his affections, he looked intimidating, like a big bear with a tragic but serious case of resting bitch face. It was funny really, because you knew he wasnt like that at all, especially not when his long hair made him look so soft.

"Are you not cold?" He asked you as he pulled your full and warmth You just shrugged, "Not really." He was shaking slightly, and you bit back a smile. "I told you hun, you should've worn that puffer, but no, you had to go and wear your leather jacket." You looked up at him, a smirk on your face as you pecked his lips. "You're not as scary as you think you are James Buchanan Barnes." He squeezed your hip, pecking your lips too as he groaned your name. "You're going to be the death of me." You sent him a sweet smile before the announcements rang.

"Are you ready?" You asked him. He shook his head no, "Absolutely not."

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[thytaenic]

( JAMIL'S LOVE LANGUAGE )

"define love." "how sudden. you're not pulling a prank on me th-" "just answer it, jamil. please?"

love. four letters, one syllable, thousands of meanings. what could love possibly mean for jamil viper? he gazed into your eyes full of anticipation and oh dear, he knew he needed to be serious about it. but with you by his side, why would he be sceptical about your question? letting his guard down for you would be the best action now. as he turned around to face you, now sitting in front of you with both hands reaching out to bring his lover's hands into his bigger ones. he never have a thought of looking so vulnerable in front of you, not when that question triggered a sense of overflowing love and affection towards his significant other in him.

he didnt dare to look at you in the eyes, afraid he would see disappointment in those sparkly eyes of yours who was expecting a more of a complex answers from him. "love is, putting someone first before you in all occasions."

"and?" you asked, dragging the word further as a signal that you wanted to hear more which jamil replied with a chuckle and a cheeky smile. "of course. i would expect nothing less from a sunshine like you."

this time, jamil's eyes boldly invited yours into a hot staring for a moment. a reflection of him in your eyes was what ignited the passion in him to continue. those look you gave. its what has always been his serotonin, happy pill, power and strength to continue living despite the difficulties. love. he knew its more than just putting you first in everything you did together.

his thumbs began to create illusions of circle on the back of your hands. "i would risk everything to make you understand how much more than just love you are to me."

pink tint of blush crawled onto your cheeks, hearing those words uttered by jamil like a vow. no, more than that. it sounded like an everlasting promise that he wouldnt dare to break, at least not until death does them apart. "i think you said too much than you mean, jamil."

too much? all he said was a questionable answer, a typical answer from one lover to one lover. he still wanted to say more than just those. he wanted to tell them how much their smile made their days. he wanted to show how much their kiss sparked happiness in him. jamil was completely taken aback to see you doubting his words. did he uses too much of obscure words? he wanted to express how much more than just words his love for them was. he wanted to say and show so much more than just those bullshits from typical classic romance novels he read in his free time.

"no. you asked for this so listen. i want you to look me in the eyes and eat all my words. one by one, not a single crumb should be left." he leaned closer but this time, he left a long-lasting kiss on your forehead. your eyes slowly fluttered to close as your arms found their way over jamil's shoulders and around his neck, pulling him closer to lengthen the kiss. truly, you yearned for more than just a kiss on a forehead. now laying on the mattress with jamil trapping them between his knees still lovingly pouring everything he wanted to say into the kiss, you couldn't help but moved your hands up from the sides to cup his burning cheeks.

pulling away from the kiss, he then rested his forehead on yours. red watery eyes, he's getting emotional with all this affections hes giving to the one whom he wouldnt hesitate to slide a ring on their finger soon. "promise me you'll stay, y/n?"

"but i am here, am i not?"

"forever. through thick and thin, i want you to always be with me, alright?" he couldn't care less. he knew how greedy and desperate he sounded right now but who fucking cares. its not a normal occasion for him to feel this desperate to seek for one's love, especially from whom he called his.

you smiled softly at him before tilting your head to the side. jamil understood immediately, leaning in as their lips intertwined with yours in a dancing-butterflies manner. it sent shivers down your spine, pecks of goosebumps on your arms and those wet intimate kissing sounds echoing in his room. a kiss he always shares with you is different from this one. this one right here is so full of emotions. sadness, happiness, fear, joy, you name it. one he would rarely get to share with you. his lips on yours, how they fit so perfectly with his hand now acted as a support while the other one made its way to your cheek, thumb caressing it oh so lovingly.

he's scared. scared that you might pick up your haste and walk away from him the very next day. it scared him, he didn't even want to pull away but you on the other hand, pulled away for a split second from the kiss to gasp for air.

"you're beautiful, ya amar. so fucking beautiful."

its always those arabic nicknames you get from him that keeps you feeling warm and fuzzy throughout the days. his love language is just as beautiful as his name.

this time, jamil took the lead and leaned closer after he whispered those words with you looking like a mess under him, pulling you into another sloppy long kiss. not giving you a second to process those words he just pledged. there's really no need to rush into the kiss, jamil knew that the best. after all, he's yours. you have always been his to love, his to care for, his to kiss and his to die for. as much as he's devoted to kalim and al-asim's family for generations, his heart is always a devotee of your love.

they parted from the kiss, forehead on forehead. nose brushing against each others. lungs gasping for air from that breathtaking kiss. jamil couldnt get enough of that kiss. the feeling of your cherry lips dancing with his, its a euphoric feeling only he could have.

"if dawn is created to wake me up to continue living, be my dawn. if you're not willing to be my dawn, let me see you as a moon, ya amar."

"why moon, jamil?" you asked softly, eyes never once leaving the fellow's gaze that soften at the sight of your smile to him.

"im giving you the role to witness our love-life cycle."

[stobinesque]

hitch, loop, hand & heart

belatedly posting my gift fic for @corrodedbisexual! So glad you enjoyed it, Konst :) Steddie | rating: E | wc: 2k | cw/tags: Bondage, Shibari, Hand Kink, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Soft Dom Steve, Good Boy Eddie, 'puppy' used as a term of endearment [ READ ON AO3 ]

Steve brushed a hand over Eddie's shoulder, admiring his handiwork. "You look so pretty all trussed up for me, don't you, darling?" 

Dark red rope crossed over Eddie's chest, forming a pentagram pattern at its center. His wrists were cinched together, anchored to the back of the harness between his shoulder blades, and each leg was bound thigh-to-calf.

Steve flicked at Eddie's shoulder when he went unanswered. "Didn't I ask you a question, Eds?"

Eddie swallowed, cheeks flushed red, eyes already a bit hazy. "Yes, sir."

"Yes, what?"

"I look pretty all trussed up for you, sir."

Steve hummed, brushing hair out of Eddie's face so he could press a kiss to his forehead. "Good boy," he murmured, appreciating the shiver the words sent down Eddie's spine. 

Steve straightened up, running reverent fingers across Eddie's cheek. He really was so beautiful like this. Bound tight and entirely at Steve's mercy. He trailed his fingertips across Eddie's lips, smiling when they parted almost unconsciously. 

But Eddie didn't take more than he was given.

"You're being so patient for me, baby," Steve said, slipping his first two fingers into the plush, wet heat of Eddie's mouth, who didn't suck or tongue at the intrusion. Just sat there as Steve stoked across his tongue, over the roof of his mouth, against the inside of his cheeks; savoring each texture. "You can suck now, there's a good boy."

If Steve wasn't already stiff and aching in his jeans, the sight of Eddie's cheeks hollowing as his eyes fluttered shut with bliss would have gotten him there. 

Steve thrust his fingers in and out of Eddie's mouth shallowly, letting his tongue slip between and wrap around Steve's fingers, allowing the occasional scrape of teeth against his knuckles. Eddie had a thing for his hands, and Steve liked to indulge him int it now and again.

He had other plans for his hands today, too, though. 

Eddie whimpered as Steve pulled his fingers free, chasing after them while seemingly heedless of his hampered balance. Steve caught him by the shoulder, steadying him before he could topple forward. "Careful there, pretty boy."

Eddie nuzzled his head against Steve's arm, and Steve combed a hand through his hair, cooing down at him. "You're so sweet for me, baby. Even when you're being greedy."

Eddie's gaze grew almost tearful. "Sorry, sir."

"You're forgiven, baby," Steve said, stroking along the side of his face. "I just thought you might want these fingers somewhere else, more. Is that true?"

Eddie nodded eagerly, and Steve had to suppress a laugh. "Oh, you're such an eager boy, aren't you, puppy? I need you to use your words, though." 

"Yes, sir. Please, I want your fingers in me."

Steve scratched at Eddie's scalp for a moment before pulling away. "I'm just gonna lower you down, okay, puppy?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good boy." Steve circled behind him, pressing at the space between Eddie's shoulders to push him forward until his chest touched the ground, weight balanced on his knees, ass high in the air. Steve stroked a hand along his spine, using the other to pinch at one of Eddie's nipples. Eddie's breath caught, stuttering in his chest, then came back out in short pants and whimpers.

Steve bit down on a smile. The picture Eddie made was without compare. They didn't play like this too often—both of them prone to impatience in a way that meant getting Eddie to sit still long enough to carefully wind lengths of rope across his chest and limbs was generally something of a non-starter—but when they did it was glorious. A rush to Steve's system like no other. 

Eddie was like a bug caught in his web, and all Steve wanted to do was feast on his prey. 

"Steve, please."

He pulled his hands away entirely at the dropped honorific. "What was that?" he asked with a hard edge in his tone.

A choked sob shocked its way up Eddie's throat. "I'm sorry, sir. Please, please touch me, sir." 

The desperation in Eddie's voice made Steve's cock twitch, and he gave a considering hum, tempted to leave Eddie stranded without touch for just a little longer. 

But Eddie had been so well up until that little slip up, and Steve didn't feel particularly inclined to deny himself the pleasure of opening Eddie up on his fingers. 

He knelt down to trickle lube along the crack of Eddie's ass, watching intently as it dribbled down and over Eddie's twitching hole. Steve pressed two fingers to Eddie's taint, rubbing at the sensitive skin firmly, but gently. The whine Eddie let was intoxicating, and Steve was tempted to rush through the motions. 

But he knew the sounds he'd wring out of his boy would be all the sweeter if he had to really work for them. 

"You make such pretty noises for me, baby." Steve leant forward to whisper directly in Eddie's ear, keeping steady pressure against his opening. "You gonna let me in?"

The sound Eddie let out in response was almost a cry, and Steve watched as his back muscles rippled with the force of his nod. Steve felt punch-drunk on Eddie's unrestrained moans. The way he canted his hips back against Steve's hand without permission. 

Steve tightened the grip he had on Eddie's hip in warning. "Shh, none of that, sweetness. You don't get to move unless I tell you."

Eddie whined again, tremors wracking his entire body as he fought to hold still. 

"There we go, sweet boy. You're so good for me. 'M so proud of you."

"Please, sir."

"Please what, Eddie?"

"Please, please fuck me, sir. I can't—"

Steve pulled his hand away again, and Eddie's devastated gasp was like music to his ears. "I tell you what you can and can't do, isn't that right, baby?"

"Yes, sir, I'm sorry sir. Please, I just want—"

Steve leaned in close to his ear again, whispering roughly. "I know what you want, baby. You gotta ask for it nicely, though."

Eddie was near crying now as he tried to get himself under control. He swallowed heavily and tried again. "Please fuck me with your fingers, sir. I'll be so good, I promise."

Steve hummed, returning his fingers to Eddie's entrance, and stroking over the tight furl of muscle contemplatively. "That's good enough, I suppose."

Steve pushed past the tight ring of muscle, slipping his fingers into the tight heat of Eddie's hole. "Fuck, you feel so good around my fingers, baby."

Steve watched as Eddie fought to keep his composure. The way he was bound and arranged didn't leave him a whole lot of leverage to thrust back onto Steve's fingers, but Steve knew from experience that he could certainly make an admirable try. Eddie was doing so well keeping himself in place, though—not trying to take even an inch than was given to him. 

"You're so good for me, baby. So pretty." Steve ran his free hand up along Eddie's spine again. "Want me to keep going?"

"Yes, sir."

Steve slowly sunk his fingers the rest of the way into Eddie's tight heat. He moved slowly, pumping them in and out as he had with Eddie's mouth earlier, and listening close to how the pattern of his lover's breath ebbed and flowed with each pass. On one shallow thrust in, Steve hooked his fingers, catching Eddie's prostate. He responded with a sharp yelp and a jerk backward. Steve graciously chose to overlook the movement out of turn. 

"That feel good, baby?"

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good. You're being so good for me, love." Steve continued rubbing intently at Eddie's prostate. 

Babbles and whines spilled from his boy's throat unendingly as Steve stoked his pleasure higher and higher. 

Steve's head tingled. The thrill of driving Eddie to the edges of his tolerance always drove him wild. Like he was stoking a fire within himself. He couldn't get enough of it. Wanted to have Eddie open on his fingers—on his cock—and stuttering nonsense for the rest of his life. Fuck work and responsibilities, all he wanted was to bring Eddie right to the precipice and hold him there. 

That, or let him tumble over—again and again and again, until he was wrung out, motionless, and at Steve's mercy.

"Please, pl-please, sir. Please, I need—want more."

"You beg so prettily for me, baby," Steve whispered harshly. He was tempted to shove another finger inside Eddie's tight heat, but it was hard to hit his prostate with any accuracy with more than two fingers, and Steve was more keen on riling him up with precision than stretching him wide tonight. "What do you want more of, love?"

"T-touch me, sir?"

"Mmm, I don't think I will just yet, sweet one. I'm rather enjoying watching you fall apart for me just like this."

Eddie sobbed, but didn't protest, hanging his head low between his soldiers. Eddie couldn't quite hold back the small hitches of his hips as he tried to meet each thrust of Steve's hand. 

"You want my fingers inside you so badly, don't you baby? Can't get enough of them. Wanna be stuffed full on my fingers and cock all the time. Isn't that right?"

"Y-yes sir," Eddie panted. "W-wanna be…wanna be full of you. All the time. Want your fingers. Want your cock. Want you to ruin me, sir."

That inspired a groan from Steve, and he bucked his hips against Eddie's, trying to relieve some of the pressure building there. He wanted to feel Eddie come on his hand. Wanted to feel the tight ring of muscle clenching down and fluttering around his fingers. But for a second Steve considered tossing that plan out the window in favor of bullying his cock inside the tight clutch of Eddie's ass. 

One of them had to maintain their resolve, though. So Steve spared a moment to savor the fantasy, then carried on, ratcheting up the pace of his thrusting fingers.

"Sir!"

Steve leaned forward to catch a glimpse of Eddie's face and saw the way he was struggling to hang onto the honorific; silently mouthing Steve's name as jolted forward with each thrust.

"Say my name, Eddie."

"Steve," Eddie gasped out on a cracked moan "Steve, please, sir. I need you. Need you to touch me. Need you t-to end this. I n—"

"I know what you need, honey."

Steve didn't change up the speed of his thrusts, but did start driving them into Eddie's prostate with growing insistence. 

"Steve, please. C-can't take it, sir. N-need you to touch me. Need to come."

"You're gonna come on my fingers or not at all, puppy."

"Fuck."

Eddie sobbed, and Steve just kept working at his prostate, reaching up to grab a hold of the knot at the back of the harness as Eddie began to tremble more heavily in his grasp. "How close are you, darling?"

"Mmph."

Steve shook him in his grasp. "Words, Eddie."

"Nggh, y-yessir," he slurred.

Steve yanked Eddie upright so he was seated on Steve's fingers, pinned legs spread open across his lap, and positioned the two of them carefully so he could get a firm grip on Eddie's throat. Steve thrust up at the same time his other hand constricted around Eddie's neck. Eddie's breath froze in his chest—stoppered up before he could release it on so much as a sigh—until Steve let his hand go lax, and it all came rushing out as he went toppling over the edge. 

Steve hooked his chin over Eddie's shoulder to watch as his boy made a mess of himself. He rutted against Eddie's backside as he felt Eddie's hole clench around him with a crushing force.

As the aftershocks slowed, and Eddie's gasping breaths settled, Eddie slumped back in Steve's arms, resting his head back against Steve's shoulder. Steve loosened his grip on Eddie's throat, trailing his hand down the front of Eddie's chest to scoop up some of the come decorating his skin. He reached back up, pressing his fingers back to the seam of Eddie's lips. 

Eddie kept his eyes shut as he lazily sucked Steve's fingers into his mouth and licked them free of his own spend. 

"Fuck, baby, it's so hot when you do that."

Eddie hummed in acknowledgement, suckling at Steve's fingers as he cleaned away the last drops. 

Steve pulled his fingers free of Eddie's ass, stroking along his flank soothingly when Eddie whined in protest. "Let's get you cleaned up and out of these ropes, love, alright?"

"Okay, Stevie," Eddie replied sleepily.

Steve smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of Eddie's face. "You're always so good for me."

Eddie smiled. "Thank you, sir."

Steve's smile broadened, and he combed gentle fingers through Eddie's hair. "Anytime, Eds."

[generaltrashshecox]

Kinktober 2023 Day 27:

Sharing Clothes (Shayne/Ian)

Okay so once again the prompts for today weren't speaking to me so I chose another more fluffy one but hoo it got a little spicy!

Shayne and Ian's style was pretty similar which made sharing clothes easier... If Shayne didn't stretch shit out. It wasn't his fault that he was broad and his arms were the size of Ian's head (it kinda was but Ian wasn't complaining) but sometimes he wanted to wear his boyfriend's shirts to work and not look like it was swallowing him whole. Shayne seemed to like the look... Maybe a little too much.

One time he came to work in one and Shayne couldn't stop staring at him until they got to his office and well... Let's just say he couldn't really sit comfortably for the rest of the day. So Ian started wearing them at home more often especially when he wanted some. Bonus points if he was Winnie the Poohing walking around in just his shirt driving Shayne wild. He didn't know what it was he wasn't possessive but seeing Ian in his clothes just did something to him. At this point he had him bent over the counter as he was "making lunch" (it was nothing more than chips and a Capri Sun) one hand gripping his hips while the other snaked under the shirt as he ground against him.

"You like to torture me don't you," he said into his neck.

"I don't know what you mean," Ian said feigning innocence. He wiggled his hips back against him and he groaned. Shayne's fingers found their way to his chest pinching at his nipples making him whine.

"Yes because you "make lunch" in just your boxers and my shirt all the time," he said sarcastically.

"It's not my fault you're weird about me wearing your clothes," Ian teased.

"I'm not! I just... Fuck, you look so good in them," Shayne said grinding against him. Ian pressed back into him.

"Show me how good," he whispered heatedly. Shayne grunted as he pulled away just enough to pull Ian's boxers down as he put his fingers in his mouth to get them wet. He circled a finger around his entrance before pushing in not much of a stretch as Ian pushed back against it swallowing more.

"Hole's so fucking greedy isn't it?" Shayne asked making him shuddered. He pressed the second one in without a problem scissoring his fingers to stretch more.

"Only for you," he panted out and Shayne chuckled.

"Only a slut for me? I'm honored," he said as he pressed his fingers in and out slowly almost torturously for Ian. His fingers crooked inside him feeling searching until finally brushing against that bump that sent a shiver down Ian's spine. He pressed against it harshly making him moan and press back even more against his fingers only to be stopped by the hand on his hip holding him steady. He fucked his fingers into him slowly making sure the pressed against his spot at every pass.

"God please Shayne fuck," he begged shaking and nearly in tears by how much he needed it. Shayne pulled his fingers out and he whined at the loss until he felt himself being turned. He kissed Ian roughly as he manhandled him onto the counter sliding between his legs. He ground his clothed cock against his bare ass before pulling away to undo his pants pushing them to his knees as well as his boxers. His cock stood at attention red and leaking as he spat on his hand rubbing it all over. He hooked one of Ian's legs over his arm spreading him wide as he pressed the blunt tip of his head against his entrance prodding around it with it making him whimper.

"How badly do you need it huh?" he asked voice thick with lust. Ian moaned pressing down again trying to force him into his needy hole but he held him still once again much to his dismay.

"So bad please. Need you inside me so badly need you to fill me up," he moaned begging and Shayne smiled. He spat at Ian's hole rubbing it around before starting to press it in. He whined at the burn as he gripped Shayne tightly but it only added to everything and it was something he needed. He pressed in slowly watching as he disappeared inside him groaning as he took him so well so fucking hot. As he did a hand went under the shirt rucking it up as he played with his nipple.

After what seemed like forever to Ian he was finally buried inside him deliciously and he wiggled his hips already wanting more. Shayne chuckled before pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into him practically knocking the breath out of him but it set his body alight with pleasure. He set that brutal pace ramming into him over and over as he bent down and mouthed over his neck nipping at the sensitive skin there. Ian could barely think, felt like his brain was melting out of his ear as Shayne fucked into him roughly and touched him exactly how he needed. Teeth dug into his shoulder and he cried out gripping the back of Shayne's head. He pulled away looking at all the marks he put on his skin proudly.

"Look at you so fucking pretty. Look so good in my clothes makes me wanna eat you up," he groaned as he gripped the leg over his arm tightly. He pressed the other almost to Ian's chest fucking into him deeper angling his thrusts until he he cried out gripping at him tightly.

"Of fuck Shayne fuck please," he mewled wantonly already feeling himself get close. A hand wrapped around his cock jerking it as he slammed into her somehow harsher pressing against his spot oh so good. "Fuck I'm gonna cum please can I cum," he whined as he pressed against the cock inside him and thrust into the hand that was pleasuring him.

"Hold off just a little longer baby I'm almost there," Shayne grunted wrapping his fingers around the base Ian's cock to prevent him from cumming for the moment. He fucked into him erratically rhythm lost long ago as he felt Ian clench and twitch around him. The sound of skin against skin filled the kitchen smell of sex permeating everything as he neared his orgasm. He started to stroke Ian again as he felt himself going over the precipice. "Come on baby cum on my cock for me," he moaned. It didn't take Ian long to cum shooting all over Shayne's hand and his own stomach.

"Fuck Shayne come on fill me up please," he begged and he wasn't far behind grunting as he clamped down around him like a vice grip. He came hard shooting rope after rope inside him before finally stilling. He pressed kisses to Ian's neck and face and he leaned into it almost like a cat. He wrapped his arms around Shayne's neck pulling him in for a kiss soft and slow before finally pulling apart. Shayne tugged at the shirt he was wearing.

"This is yours now," he said with a smile still a little breathless. Ian giggled.

"Thanks I'll be sure to wear it again if it gets me this," he said kissing him gently.

"You could always just ask."

"Yeah but where's the fun in that?"

[ill-skillsgard]

Definitely would love more Faust and faith!

A/N: I have been really loving this FxF renaissance and I thank everyone who sent in prompts for more Faust stuff. It's made me so happy to write them again and I hope you continue enjoying and letting me know your thoughts. Reblog and stuff if you'd like to read more!

Warning: 18+ Smut (unprotected sex/oral), alcohol consumption, mature language, one use of the r-word and some brief mentions of non-consent, violence, angst, and Faust crying.

Summary: Faust discovers something about Faith that drives him back to the brink of uncontrollable aggression. Can he continue burying his demons to stay with her, or will they overtake him once more?

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

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Faith couldn't get back to sleep the first time she woke at 6 am to Faust snoring behind her. Waking next to him again made her throat tighten with guilt. As much as she tried to move on—promised herself that even if she saw him again, she wouldn't take him back—she fell right back into his snare.

It was no small thing. The man was obsessive, impulsive, quick to anger, and selfish. Not only that, but Faust was withholding and, controlling, charming... Intoxicating. Greedy. Violent. Faust was too much. Leaving her safe boyfriend was stupid, and she could already see the problems from her comfy spot next to him, where his breath tickled her skin.

She didn't want to think of the future. All she wanted was to stare at his lips and admire how he looked without a scowl. To touch him and enjoy the way he smelled. To remember what it was like when they first met, and he was only a mystery and had no blood on his hands. Those were different times; she had changed, and Faust had not.

He woke in a daze an hour into her studying his face and said nothing as he rubbed his eyes and felt an enormous wave of lust hit him. Some of the night's recollections stirred, and he remembered who was beside him and grabbed Faith around the waist, pulling her close.

"Good morning," she said.

"Mmmph," his voice was gruff, barely above a whisper. "Kiss me."

What Faith thought would be a sweet peck to seal their rekindling quickly turned into open-mouthed, moaning, and Faust rubbing his crotch against her thigh. He could barely keep his eyes open when he whispered, "fuck me."

Faith climbed over his hips and waited for him to look up at her before sinking down on his cock. She expected a smile when he finally opened his eyes, but he choked and sat up, hands clamping around her ribs.

"What the fuck is that?"

Faith looked down at the small tattoo she had under her breast and giggled.

"Um, it's a rose."

"It's a tattoo."

"Yeah, so what?"

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Because I got it."

"Why would you get a tattoo?"

Faith scoffed. "Who even cares? Everyone has tattoos these days."

"Yeah, but you... You don't get tattoos."

She smoothed back his hair, laying it over his shoulders before taking his face in her hands and kissing him.

"You don't get to tell me what to do."

"Faith..."

"Are you going to get mad about every little thing I did while we were broken up? You barely even know me anymore."

"People don't just change in a year."

"Yes, they do. Well, at least I did. You wouldn't know. Maybe if you asked me how I've been rather than making me have sex with you, you'd know that."

"Making you, huh?"

"You seduced me."

"You're the one who was all over my cock last night. I seem to remember you pouting over a rubber."

Faith kissed him again, giggling. "You are the one who brought me to your place and wouldn't stop saying you needed my pussy to live and how everything sucks without me, and you can't get it up for anyone else. Trust me. You were drunk."

"So you took advantage of me."

"How!?"

"By existing."

Faith smacked his shoulder. "Shut up. You're gonna have to get used to how things are now."

"Oh, yeah?" Faust asked, palms sliding up and down her thighs, lip caught between his teeth. "And how are things now?"

"First of all, I have a new place. I'm renting a room in a house with other students. So, no more sharing a dorm," said Faith.

"That's nice."

"And I got a job at a bar—"

"You fucking what?"

"Relax. It's a bar in a restaurant. Nothing like the bars you go to."

"And you got a boyfriend."

Faith's smile disappeared. "Yeah... I got a boyfriend."

"Is he gonna continue being a problem?"

"Not if you don't make it one," Faith said, glaring. "Don't even fucking start, Faust. You said you fucked other girls, and you don't see me trying to fight them."

"Fucking isn't the same as seeing someone. And I got the black eye to show for it."

"Is that so? Then what are we right now? Fucking or seeing each other?"

"Right now... We're fucking around. I just got back from tour, and you just got out of a relationship. You're working at a bar now, I guess; I'm unemployed again. You'd be an idiot to come back to me."

"What happened to saying I belonged to you last night?"

Faust clamped his hands on her hips and pulled her onto the mattress next to him. He looked into her eyes, holding back a smirk. "You said it yourself... I was drunk. Saying stupid shit."

"Faust!"

"You didn't have to break up with your boyfriend just to hop on my dick. You could have just fucked me and kept it a secret like most people would."

"You made me!"

"I didn't make you have sex with me. You wanted it. You said you wanted to fuck, and I gave you what you asked for."

"You said you loved me!"

"I do love you."

"Then what are we?"

Faust rested his hand on her shoulder. "I'm the guy whose cock you're gonna start stroking in about two seconds. And you're the little fucking slut who's gonna open her mouth and take everything I wanna put in it. Got that?"

His voice came over her like a sheet of gravel. When he darkened and his grip on her strengthened, her resistance waned. The black sparkle in his curious pale eyes charmed her all over again. But she had to remain strong. Stronger than the girl who had fallen in love with him first. With her newfound independence still intact, she had sex with him once more, showered, and told him she had to go. Faust tried hard to pretend he was okay with her leaving and stayed quiet as she grabbed her things and walked out the door, blowing a kiss as she went.

Faust fell asleep alone and awoke hours later, pining for her already.

~*~

He wasn't sure when to find her again. Faith was ever-present on his mind, but he didn't want to overwhelm her. He understood that his sudden appearance had shoved a wrench in the spokes of her life, and overdoing it could drive her away. But she had left the other guy and professed her love to him. It was enough to keep him comfortable, knowing she wasn't likely to go running back to Hunter any time soon.

Instead of showing up at her work, he did the next best thing and bought a phone and internet plan for his new place. With a connection, he could find her online and send her a message like he used to when they first started seeing each other. It was a non-threatening approach, he thought, until he stumbled upon her Instagram account and spent the better part of an hour scrolling through the posts made during their time apart. Photo after photo of Faith with Hunter... Kissing him, riding bikes together, out for dinner, Hunter standing next to her fucking dad. And they were smiling so genuinely Faust wanted to smash his new phone into the fresh drywall.

Then he saw the documentation of her tattoo appointment. Not only did Faith have a tattoo on her ribs, but Hunter had the same one in the same place. They had gone to the local tattoo shop together, and Faith posted a mirror photo of them showing off their fresh ink side by side, her bralette showing as she lifted her shirt up and stuck out her tongue.

His stomach bubbled and snapped like a boiling pot, his chest so tight he could barely breathe. He wanted to carve the little black rose out of Hunter's skin with a red hot knife and then pin that square of skin to his heart with the blade driven deep. Sweat beaded on his forehead as a curdling wave of nausea came up from his guts. It was the worst sensation he had ever felt, ten times worse than a hangover. Faust wretched in the bathroom, slamming his fist into the tile to relieve some of the blinding anger.

Faust had to keep reminding himself that Faith had, understandably, left him because of the voices hijacking his brain. They were there now, whispering and laughing and telling Faust to find Hunter, to stick something sharp through his windpipe, to organize another burning, to dispose of the other man permanently. But they had pushed him too far before, to the brink of jail time, into a room with an investigator who questioned his whereabouts on the night the Trinity Church went up in flames and a man burned alive within its smoldering walls. He had been lucky that time. Too lucky.

And though he had walked away with an alibi, Faith distanced herself. Letting her leave was a good idea at the time.

Faust waited. He waited for the photos with Hunter on her Instagram page to disappear so he could quit checking up on her, and he waited for the right time to track her down. It was an intense exercise in self-restraint, but nothing Faust hadn't done before.

He waited a week to ask if they could meet up. He expected her to reply right away, only knowing her to do so, but Faith answered him hours later at midnight. She was out at a bar with some friends from school and told Faust she wasn't leaving but that he could find her. So he did.

Faust hopped in his car and drove to a dive bar downtown where some shitty dad rock band played on a stage the size of a loading pallet. The place was barely a room, and Faust saw her right away at the end of the bar and felt all kinds of conflicting emotions. There she was, his Faith, dressed in all black, wearing fishnet tights and a form-fitting skirt that hugged her ass tightly. The skirt rode up with every step she took, and her makeup was different, and he wasn't sure he liked it. She was in the middle of a lively conversation with a blond girl he had never seen before. Instead of going straight to her, Faust sauntered to the opposite end of the bar and ordered a beer.

Finally, as the blond pulled Faith along by her bracelets, she turned and noticed him, his height unmistakable. His eyebrows shot up as she stopped and stared.

"Faust! You're here," she said.

"Yeah, I'm here. And what are you doing here? Wouldn't your dad go fucking nuts if he found out you were hanging out in a place like this?"

"What? Are you gonna tell on me?"

Faust made a mocking face and beckoned her with a casual nod. The way she looked dressed in the tight, black get-up made him want to make fun of her, but she was stunning. Too stunning. No doubt others had noticed her. He touched her back, pulled her in, and said for anyone nearby to hear, "Do you want something to drink, princess?"

Faith went stiff against him, though she giggled.

"I'll be right back. I'm going with my friend."

"Oh, yeah? Where you two going?"

"Outside."

It was then Faust noticed a particular smell on her.

"Faith...Have you been smoking?"

"No! My friend does. I just have her cigarettes on me because she doesn't have a purse."

"Bullshit."

"I'm serious!"

"Then let me come out with you."

"No, Faust. My friends don't know about... us."

"What the fuck do you mean they don't know about us? Everyone knows about us."

"Not them! I have different friends now. People you don't know. They're not metalheads."

"Ah, I gotcha. You haven't told your little friend that you broke up with what's-his-face yet."

"Please don't bring that up tonight."

Faust gave a prolonged nod, scoffed, and shook his head while her cheeks burned. He had discovered yet another facet of her that he never knew existed. A false side. One that wasn't so shiny and hid the truth. Faust couldn't help but laugh.

"Alright, princess. I like this little dirty side you have going on. Why don't you go outside with your friend, then come find me. I'll buy you both a drink."

Faith squashed a devious smile and backed away from him, biting her lip. She turned and left the bar for twenty minutes. At that time, Faust chugged two beers and ordered a shot of whiskey. By the time Faith returned with her friend in tow, he was less sober, and Faith was looking at him like she wanted to jump his bones in the bar in front of everyone.

"So, girls. What will it be?"

"We'll have a Jack and Coke," said Faith.

"And how are you two planning on getting home?"

"What does it matter?"

"I dunno. I guess it depends on where you're going after last call."

"Oh, you curious?" the blond asked.

Faust didn't answer the question. "What's your name, doll?"

"It's Kasey," she giggled. "But you can keep calling me doll if you want."

A grin unfurled over Faust's lips, and it made Faith's heart skip a beat. When she looked at Kasey looking at Faust, it was immediately clear she found him attractive. And she should have known, for she and Kasey had bonded over their similar tastes. Kasey's eyes sparkled up at him, as most would meeting one of his genuine smiles. In the low lights, Kasey watched how Faust carried himself, stiff yet confident, his side profile and striking cheekbones, pale green eyes, and lips soft and full. The long black hair, the leather jacket, the bullet belt, stark black jeans, and boots—he was something that stepped out of her bad girl dreams.

Faust had had no intention of having a good time at the bar, but the way Faith monitored Kasey's advances was too delicious for him not to encourage a little bit. He supplied them with a drink and let the night unfold with a sick sense of vengeance warming his belly. Faith now had to bathe in the water she drew from keeping secrets about them and lying by omission. They both knew it, and poor Kasey had no clue she had become Faust's instrument of the night, playing on her attraction to him to keep Faith by his side too.

The plan worked, and he found himself outside the bar as the band took a break, Faith sidling up to him as he smoked a cigarette. Kasey had gone to the washroom, and they had a free moment to talk without blaring music and loud conversations.

"So, are you gonna like... Fuck my friend?" Faith asked.

"Depends... Are you gonna keep pretending like you don't know me?"

"I'm not pretending like I don't know you! We've been hanging out all night."

"You're acting like I didn't fuck two huge loads into you last week."

"Ugh, I don't care! I just don't want her to touch your arm again. Why are you letting her?"

"We're not dating anymore, baby. Your fuckin' matching tattoo with your boyfriend says it all."

Faith paled.

"Yeah, didn't think I'd find out about that, did you?"

"You moved away! You said I should forget about you, so I tried. But now I feel like I can't live without you."

"You, can Faith. You've been doing it."

"It doesn't feel right, though, beetle. Please."

"Now who's fucking drunk? Saying dumb shit."

"I tanked my life because of you. Do you even understand how fucking pissed my dad's gonna be when he finds out I broke up with Hunter?"

"Broke up with him to get back with me?"

"I don't know! I just know that I want you."

"But we don't know each other that well. Are you sure you want to go home with me? You gonna tell your girlfriend you're leaving with the guy she wants to fuck?" 

Faith grabbed his arm, and he let her drag him away.

"Where's your fucking car? Let's go home."

Faust snickered. "My place or yours?"

"I don't fucking care. Let's go."

The thought of Kasey touching Faust drove her hand to his lap while at a stop light. He looked down briefly, smirked, and directed his attention back to the road. She leaned closer and squeezed his thigh. Every few seconds, Faust would look down at Faith's hand in a different stage of unrest, rubbing his crotch, yanking open his belt, and struggling with the button and zipper. And he didn't make it much easier besides leaning back and parting his knees. Once freed and she began stroking, Faust relaxed and chuckled.

"So desperate for cock, aren't you, slut?"

The question activated a latent urge within her. There were no more thoughts of anything but him, his voice, his body. Faust recognized this girl, how she squirmed and bit her lip, eyeing him constantly. Faith had fallen submissive, and he was happy to stoke the urges he missed so much. 

"Be a good girl, and show me what you like to do with that mouth."

"Um, should I take off my seatbelt?"

"Whatever you need to do to get those gorgeous lips around my dick, princess."

No matter how much makeup or fishnet she wore, Faith was still unsure. He liked that about her. He had never met anyone so timid yet feisty. The women he had used to replace her physically never reminded him of anything but his persistent love for the woman climbing over the seat to insert her head under his arms. The downtown streets were alive that night, and Faust pulled up beside an elevated truck, hoping the passengers didn't look down to see Faith bobbing up and down on his lap.

Faust swerved once as his eyes rolled back and he groaned, her mouth wrapped tight around his tip, humming. He drew a breath in through his teeth and shook his head as though trying to remain conscious.

The drive to Faith's house was difficult, but he made it before she could suck the life out of him. Faith stumbled out of the car, laughing, into Faust's arms. He righted her and followed the wobbling girl through the house to her apartment on the second floor. Faith struggled with her key, and when the door swung open, her scent wafted into the hallway, enveloping his senses in a warm wave of familiarity. He smiled as he looked around, her belongings taking up space and decorated to suit her tastes, but his grin faded when he saw her bump into the table and almost lose her footing, trying to take off her high heels.

"Come to the bedroom," Faith slurred.

Faust took slow steps and met her at the doorway, peering into the room as though he were gazing into a stranger's underwear drawer. She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, unaware of his growing discomfort, until he made no move to kiss her back.

"What's wrong?" Faith asked.

"You're fucking wasted."

"So?"

"I'm uh... Yeah, we can't fuck."

Faith's jovial expression disintegrated, replaced with a sneer. "Are you serious? You won't fuck me, but you'll let me suck your dick the whole way here?"

"I didn't realize how drunk you were until we got out of the car."

"Faust, don't be a pussy. Come on. I know you wanna fuck me. Why else did you come over?"

"Maybe that was the plan," he said, gripping her wrists and forcing her hands away. "But, no."

"What the hell? Are you joking? I brought you all the way here, and we're not even gonna fuck?"

Faust scoffed. "I'm not fucking a drunk chick. I'm not a fucking predator."

"But I want it," she whined.

"I don't give a shit what you want. Take off your makeup, get in your pajamas, and drink some water."

"You can't fucking tell me what to do! Who are you, my dad?"

Faust captured her by the shoulders. His powerful stare brought silence over the room as Faith stared up at him, trying not to pout. Her eyes filled with tears, but Faust was insusceptible to her tactics.

"You need to sober up."

"Fuck you. Hunter would fuck me if he were you."

The rapid energy shift in the room made Faith take a step back, regretting her words instantly. The man towering over her snarled, and one hand that had been gripping her shoulder went to her neck. He didn't squeeze but supported her so she couldn't look away.

"Guess the fuck what? I'm here, and he's not. He will never be me. I suggest you never mention his name ever again. But it's good to know he'd fuck you if you were wasted."

"No, Faust, it's not like that!"

Faust backed her into the wall and diminished his height, boxing her in with his whole body, eyes drilling into her while his teeth flashed. "You are mine. That other son of a bitch will never be half a fucking thought in your head ever again, understand? You belong to me, you've always belonged to me, and I don't care how it was while I was gone. All that's done now. Don't ever call or text, or message him ever again. Delete his entire fucking existence, or I promise you, it will be a thousand times worse than last time."

Faith struggled against him. The deadpan coldness in his eyes and his persistent grip on her became claustrophobic, and she threw his hands off of her, tears rolling loose over her cheeks.

"Shut up! Don't you hear how ridiculous you sound?" Faith cried. "You're so opposed to touching me if I've had a drink or two—"

"Way more than two—"

"I said shut up, Faust! I'm not finished."

Faust withdrew and gave her some breathing room as she wiped her nose and sniffled. "You act like it's rape, but I know you've fucked other girls at parties while they were plenty more drunk. I know that for a fact because Anika told me stories about you after you left. So what's the difference between that and..." Another bout of sobs turned her mascara muddy. "You've hurt others, Faust. Really bad. So bad that it ruined what we had. And what we had seemed so perfect. It'll never be the same. When I look at you, I'm scared."

"I promised myself I'd never disrespect a woman, but I did—I used to. I have major fucking problems, Faith. But all of that went away when I met you. And then that sick fuck did what he did to you and those girls. It just took over. The thought of somebody hurting you... I can't. I fucking promised myself I'd never end up like my piece of shit father, yet here I am. Full circle. Everything I hate, I've become. No matter how hard I tried to be the opposite of him, I turned out just like the motherfucker."

Before he could say more, Faust pressed his mouth shut and backed away. Not once since they met had Faust brought up his parents. The horror on her face brought him crashing back into reality, and he shook his head, unable to meet her eyes without the salt and heat of tears stinging his. Faith followed him, hungry to witness the anguish on his face after having let go, to see him lose control and cry.

"You think I don't regret what I did? I don't want to hurt people! But it's like this entity lives with me. I can't fucking think of another man touching you without feeling like my heart will explode and kill me. I'm so full of anger, and it reminds me of last time."

"What do you mean?"

"Like I'm gonna do something horrible."

"No, you're not," Faith grabbed his elbows and shook him. "You are not going to do that again. If you love me, you won't. And I'm not saying that to protect Hunter. I'm saying it because I can't be with you if you can't get a hold of yourself. It can't happen again."

"It won't."

"Promise me, Faust. Look me in the eyes and promise me you won't do that shit ever again."

She hugged him close, panicked by his silence. He pressed her whole frame into him and looked off through the window at the moon-washed street, remembering. The calculated torture, the screams, and the flames were all there, yet so were his memories of falling in love with the girl sobbing into his chest.

"I promise," he said.

"You swear?"

"I won't do anything. Just give me another chance. I'll be different."

Faith nodded, the last of her sniffles chased away when he leaned down and kissed her. By then, Faith was too tired, and the thought of sleeping next to him again soothed her nerves. Though his lips tasted perfect, her desire was only to lie down with his body pressed around her. Faust needed no guidance, and they both stripped down to their underwear and climbed into bed, where they fell asleep, sharing each other's breath between them.

[patchworkgargoyle]

OC Fic: all the words of the dead

So, in between working on my steddie big bang, I've been descending deeper and deeper into brainrot over my OC, Dominik (tag: goth babygirl dom).

Very long story short, we put him into a mafia!au and killed him off and then developed the slowest slow burn romance for him after the fact.

This is the letter he leaves in his will for @steves-strapcollection's OC, Sam. You'll find Sam's letter in response here (please read it, it's so so so good).

Anyway, I'm gonna go cry over them now. Have this totally out of context.

Rating: M || CW: main character death implied

Title from Bad Luck Again - The Rural Alberta Advantage

Hi Sam, my darling.

You know, I thought I’d only ever have one letter to write. When I got old enough to start needing a will, I only had Vinny to write to. I love Lucky and Gia, but Vinny and me… thick as thieves.

Then I come back from my enforced vacation, and suddenly he has a fiance who turns out to be my best friend. Two letters, then. Two people to care about with my whole, shrivelled little heart.

The third and fourth ones are new. Unexpected.

It was a fucking frustration and an honour to teach your daughter, though I wish almost as much as you do, I think, that she and her brother never got within a hundred miles of this world. For their sakes, and for yours. I tried my best to help prepare her. I hope it’s enough. But she's tough as fuck, and she’s got you and those two boys of hers looking out for her, though, so I’m sure she’ll be okay.

She’s the third letter.

This is the midst of the fourth. The last.

I hope that you knew you’d get a letter when the lawyers started handing them out. I hope you didn’t doubt it.  It’s okay if you did.

I’m sorry you’re getting one. I don’t know what happened to me, obviously, but I probably went and fucked up something somewhere and now I’ve paid for it. You know how it is.

I hope you weren’t there when I died. If you were, I’m sorry. So sorry. We spend so much time together now that it might be possible you saw what got me but I don’t want that on your shoulders. They carry too much already. You should put some of that down sometime. Give some of it to me

Don't let Vinny and Ziah waste time and money on a big, useless funeral for me. And try talking to them, if you need someone. I know you. You're not as stoic and unshakable as you'd like us to believe.

This is har    Fuck. I hate this.

I’d say I don’t remember when I knew my feelings for you were more than just being really horny and very fond of you but that’s a fucking lie. It’s been about a year now. I'd so cruelly sent you home for the night, but insisted I walk you to your truck, and we stopped to chat because we can't seem to get enough of each other I'm a greedy motherfucker at heart and didn't want you to go yet. I said something that made you laugh, really laugh. Can’t remember what the fuck I said. All I remember is what your face looks like when you smile like that, what you sound like when you’re happy. I had to kiss you then or I'd do something incredibly stupid otherwise. Also asked you to stay the night for the first time.

You’re one handsome bastard, you know that, right? It’s deeply unfair. You look even better when you're between my thighs.

You’re sleeping in my bedroom while I write this. No one’s ever slept in my bed with me. But you've done it so many times now I lost track. When I’m done with this fucking letter, I’m going to crawl back under the covers with you and feel safe there.

You’re such a surprise, Sam. I never thought I could have something like you. I feel indescribably lucky that I could. We should’ve had a normal life together, but I wouldn’t change this. Never.

There’s something for you, other than the cheque the lawyers’ll hand you. Ziah will know where it is. Don’t take it the wrong way. I wasn’t planning any big surprises. It’s just something to remember me by because I wasn’t sure what else you’d want. You can sell it if you don’t care for it, the sapphire’s worth something at least, small as it is. I told Vinny to let you take anything from my apartment you might want.

It’s cold over here at my desk, I should be in bed with you     gotta write another fucking version of this, christ

I don’t know how to end this. What a fucking mess.

I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you even though I don’t know what it’s like. Never been in love before. But it feels like this, I think, like wanting to be around you all the time. Craving you. Trusting you. Sharing what life we have. Choosing to let you in over and over.

Vulnerability. Being changed.

You don’t have to love me too. I’m not going to fucking guilt trip you into loving me, post-mortem. This is just some kind of re-realisation of mortality based confessional at this point. You won't see this version of the letter anyway. You'll get one with fewer mistakes.

Do you think we have something, at least? Are we something? I hope we are.

I’ll tell you I love you in the morning, if I’m not a coward.

Forgive me if I was.

Yours,

   -Dom

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[danses-with-dogmeat]

Thank you for being consistently one of the best Fallout bloggers/writers! I hope to add my name to that list soon enough! Anyway, my request is 🐐🌵 - BIGHORNER Piper Wright, hotwife fetish (A hotwife is a married woman who has sexual relationships outside of her marriage, with the full knowledge and consent of her husband, who himself doesn’t have affairs)

Awww, thank you, omg 😩❤ And I wish you the best with your own writing endeavors!! 😁

But ALRIGHTY, man, this one is pretty steamy, okay. So, I did my best on this, but please be merciful if it's not quite right, since this was a subject that I wasn't all that familiar with writing 😅

(stuff with infidelity, even if it's consensual, isn't my usual MO, but I gave it a try!)

Regardless, I hope you like it!

NSFW under the cut! Minors, please do not interact!

(one last note too, but this also contains some cucking as well, so just throwing that out there so there are no surprises on that account!)

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"One last time," Piper whispered to her partner, one hand brushing over their blushing cheek, "You're sure about this?"

"I am." They told her firmly, tilting their head to press a kiss to her palm. "I want this, baby. Wanna see how you are with him. Just the way we talked about."

Her cheeks flushed with heat, a smile forcing the apples of them to scrunch up her hazel-green eyes.

"Okay." Piper pressed her lips to Sole's briefly, before stepping away, and turning back to the occupied bed.

"All ready, sweetheart?" Hawthorne was already naked, spread out over the mattress, propped up on his elbows with a smooth smile on his face and a fierce look in his warm, brown eyes.

Piper nodded to him, feeling the way her heart picked up at the mere sight of his bareness upon her bed, at the thought of what they were about to do, at the feeling of Sole's eyes lingering on her back as they settled on the cushioned chair on the other side of the room.

"C'mere then, I'll take good care of you. They'll see." He jerked his chin in Sole's direction as his gaze stayed glued to the half-naked woman climbing tentatively onto the mattress.

"I see why y'all are doin' this."

Piper trembled as one calloused finger trailed over her arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"A hot-blooded gal like you, an' one so pretty? No reason you should be this shy."

His hand delved lower, brushing lightly over her bra, just hard enough to feel through the padded cup hugging her breast. Piper swallowed hard, wishing she could steel herself, that she could refute him somehow, but what he said... it was true.

Sole wanted to see her come out of her shell, and she'd wanted more experience, and Hawthorne, well... Piper couldn't pretend she didn't notice the way his eyes would linger on her in the Dugout, how he'd stop by the paper stand to chat her up. She'd always been flattered, and deep down, interested, but when Sole came along... his flirting with her didn't seem so harmless anymore.

"Go on, baby." Sole encouraged quietly from their corner. "Show him what you've got, huh?"

Their voice tore her from her stupor, and sent a wave of energy charging through her body, and suddenly, she was pressing forward. Rather than flinching away, as she might've done, if not for her partner's encouragement, Piper arched her chest into Hawthorne's touch, scooting herself closer to him and moving to straddle his thighs as her arms reached behind to unclasp her bra for him.

Hawthorne's hand pulled away as the garment fell, his blown-out eyes settling on her curves as she was revealed to him. A low whistle left his lips as he looked on, as he took in her form with a greedy expression setting his features aglow.

"Don't know how long I've been waiting to see this."

He breathed to her, his hands warm against her hips as he hauled her forward and firmly into his lap. Piper gasped as she braced her hands on the hardness of his chest, her face growing redder by the second at his overt attentions and blunt manhandling.

"To feel this." Rough hands smoothed up her body, more firm than Sole's tended to be as they grasped at her freed breasts, thumbs kneading over the sensitive buds there as his fingers pressed almost bruisingly into the softness beneath them.

"E-easy there, big guy. Don't tear them off."

She finally found her voice, accompanied by a nerve-rich chuckle, as her mind began to clear of it's anxious fog and she lost herself to the sensations starting to run through her body. Heat was gathering deep in her belly with each touch, each heavy breath, at the sight of this man's bared cock, dark and straining up against his stomach, so close to her most intimate place; with the knowledge that Sole was getting an eyeful from behind, watching intently as her ass moved and her hips began to grind down experimentally against the man beneath her.

A sudden groan interrupted Hawthorne's light chuckle as she moved her hips forward, connecting her lightly-clothed heat with the exposed underside of his hardened length.

"Little minx, aren't ya?" His hands fell from her breasts to her hips again, helping to lift her so she could rub more effectively over his cock. "Knew you had it in ya."

"You like this?" She rolled her hips against him, punctuating her question with the movement and promptly getting her answer as he bit into his lower lip, barely managing to stifle the groan that left him. "You haven't seen anything yet."

Cheekily, Piper grinned at him, her confidence growing with each sound that left him, each twitch of his cock under her fervent attentions.

Across the room, and through the commotion raging through her heat-addled brain, Piper heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being pulled down, the shuffling of fabric as Sole looked on towards their partner.

"I was hoping you'd say that." Hawthorne managed to growl out, and in the next moment, his fingers were moving to brush over the moistened fabric of her cotton panties, delving inside only briefly, to feel the way her wetness was seeping through, to rub teasingly over her clit. It was almost clumsy, the way his fingers dragged over her before pulling away, so unlike Sole's, the way they took their time, the way they knew her body like their own, knew every point of pleasure, knew the tricks to make her positively beg for them.

Hawthorne was different.

He left her wanting, left her yearning for that rough feeling over her, that graceless pressure that didn't quite satisfy, but was still leaps and bounds ahead of feeling nothing at all. He loved just as she'd always imagined he would. It was different, but certainly not unwelcome.

"Damn, girl." He breathed, dark eyes hooded as his fingers teased her heat, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you've thought about this before."

The words were whispered, maybe so Sole wouldn't hear, or perhaps just loud enough that Hawthorne knew that they would.

"Barely touched ya and you're already wet and ready for me."

Piper groaned as his lips grazed her earlobe, one hand still exploring the space between her thighs while the other roved over her backside, holding her in place and palming over the curve of her ass all at once.

"I-it's true." She said back to him, playing into his hand. "Sole said it themself. I deserve better, I... I deserve more."

He hummed into her as his plush lips met the column of her neck, licking a hot stripe over her before giving a harsh suck that was bound to leave a mark in its stead.

Piper's fingers flexed at his shoulders, her nails leaving marks of her own upon his skin, and Hawthorne's sinful digits delved lower once more, into the sanctuary of her soft, scarlet panties, and began to prod wantonly at her slickened entrance.

"I deserve you." She continued, her mind briefly drawn from her body as she heard Sole's breath catch behind her, as she registered the slight sounds of them pleasuring themselves to the sight of her infidelity.

"I deserve this." Her hips swung forwards, sliding her core along the length of his shaft with a firm pressure that had him gasping against the skin of her neck.

Not a moment passed, and a pair of Hawthorne's prodding fingers demanded entrance into her, stretching her walls with their thickness in retaliation of her own teasing actions against him.

"Hell yeah. You do." His lips left her as Hawthorne leaned back, to take in the sight of her scrunched brows, her half-open mouth; to better hear the sounds of her pleasure, that spilled from her lips as his fingers began to dance inside her.

"And me?" Hawthorne stopped as suddenly as he started, and Piper didn't have the time or resolve to hold back the whine of frustration at the sudden absence of him as his fingers were pulled away.

Her eyes blinked open in time to catch the way he snickered at her reaction, a cockiness in his expression that made her blush and want to look away for her own lack of it. Piper looked down to escape the expression, and her gaze was met with the even more blush-inducing sight of Hawthorne taking his swollen cock in hand, and positioning the tip against her soaked panties.

"I'd like to think I deserve this too." He finished, as one hand pulled the fabric of her underwear to the side, and the other guided the head of his cock to her entrance. Slowly, she felt herself ease forward to allow him access.

Him. Another person.

Not her Sole.

Piper bit her lip as she felt him breach her.

"Goddamn." Hawthorne breathed. "Hope you're looking, there, Sole."

His own groan interrupted him as Piper wiggled her hips and sank down until he was buried to the hilt inside her. She panted at the stretch of him, the feeling foreign as another filled her.

Foreign, she thought, but still... definitely not unwelcome.

"Cuz this? If it looks half as good as it feels, you're in for something good."

Before either of them could move properly, Piper chanced a glance over her shoulder and back at her partner seated behind her.

Sole's eyes were half-lidded as they looked on, lust fogging their gaze and slackening their expression as they watched their partner get settled in the lap of another man. Their hand moved slowly over their heat, rhythmically stroking over themselves, even as Hawthorne began to grind his hips below her. She bit her lips at the new sensation, eyes still locked to theirs. A final question, before the heat in her mind took over, before the excitement of it all captured her and whisked her away, her gaze asked Sole one more time if this is what they wanted.

Without words, without ceremony, Sole looked straight back to her, and they nodded.

[museguided]

@secondtrumphet sent: your name: Yuichiro Romantic or platonic?: Romantic all the way! You have to know how I feel by now, Mika. A night in or dinner out or an activity?: All three. Or well, anything, I don't care. Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: What kind of question is that? Both, of course! What's your perfect date?: I'm not picky. The thing that makes it perfect is the partner, right? Would you cook for me?: Heck yeah! Just tell me what you want! Would you let me cook for you?: You kidding? I regularly crave the curry you used to make! Of course! Can we make-out?: Well yeah! What's stopping you?? Make out in private or in public?: Private. No one else's business, right? Do you like to cuddle?: Haven't done that since we were kids, but I'd like to again, yeah. Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: If we're not going to sleep, no blanket. It would just get in the way. Couch or bed?: Whichever one is closer. What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: Videogames, I used to read a lot and um.. Is training a hobby? Tell me something about you no else knows: You already know everything about me.. Let's see.. Hm.. I guess I've had a crush on you since we were kids? Did you already know that? Why do you want to be my valentine?: Because I love you? Should there be any other reason? What makes you a good Valentine?: I love you more than anything. I'd literally die for you as you know. Don't start, Mika. I'm just saying.

Valentine's Application

It was supposed to be a little fun thing between friends or potential lovers. Yet Mika found himself needing another sheet as he scratched out another answer with a frustrated sigh. Overthinking, as always.

He didn't have any specific desire for romance. They could go anywhere or do anything and, as long as they were together, Mika was content being in a romantic or purely platonic relationship. That's what he liked to think—but when it came to the more pointed 'yes or no' questions, he couldn't deny the urge to agree, which made everything else so complicated.

He wanted Yuu. A questionnaire wasn't enough to explain something as simple as that.

Crumpling the paper and tossing it toward the growing pile, he reached for another. If he couldn't give his desire some kind of voice, it would never be heard. The application mocked him for thinking he would be okay with that. But when his hand moved to sign his name on auto-pilot, he found writing already there.

A fond smile spread across his face as he read, smoothing the wrinkle in his brow. Yuu's answers made his own responses much easier, silently agreeing to each point made. More than that, he felt treasured; he had always known that they were important to each other, so affirming the obvious didn't feel necessary.

But the way his eyes caught on the more affectionate wording and lingered on the declarations of love said otherwise. Maybe Mika needed to hear it more than he initially thought. After all, he's not quite sure he knew Yuu had a crush on him way back when. He chuckled as he read through it one more time. "You're so greedy, Yuu-chan."

Carefully, he folded the page and pocketed it. The page probably wouldn't survive long in the conditions they lived in, but it would be a pleasant reminder to have for a little while. Since it was an application, Yuu was probably waiting to hear his answer.

"His name was all I ever needed to know."

Approved!

[papillionsoul]

always accepting! | @thuganomxcs sent a nuke to Yuuki's heart an ask!

"Any good reviews on there bright eyes?" Yusuke asked as he stepped over her to try and read the comments.

One comment stated. "I can't believe they deliver and I live soo far away."

Then another one stating: "The food is soo good, definitely a 10/10."

More and more were compliments and some were complaints about the shifting menus per week but there was one that flew right over his head that read. "Such a good establishment and the cook, easy on the eyes, such a handsome man."

YUSUKE was too close! Too close for Yuuki's poor heart! The woman was just happy to show him that his business was having a steady influx of good reviews! She was all smiles earlier, and now she's struggling to stay afloat with him being near her to read the reviews.

Yuuki immediately regrets pausing to scroll; now, the page landed on a particular review that has been increasing in numbers as of late.

Naomi Sato: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

"Such a good establishment and the cook, easy on the eyes, such a handsome man."

If Yuuki's eyes were big, they're saucers now in shock.

She was curious if Yusuke read it or if she didn't want him to read it, but Yuuki scrolls at the speed of light to hide it. ( funny how territorial she is, they're not even dating ) Only to her horror to land on another review like it.

Himari Ito: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

" the food was totally delish! and the cook was really funny and lowkey buff?? i saw his biceps flexing when he was unloading the order!"

Akari Nakamura: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

" the food isn't the only thing you wish you'd eat 👀"

Niko Aoki: 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

" I wasn't able to leave a tip, if he wants to get it her can reach me in 21x-xxxx"

"WHHAAAA!" Yuuki is just red, seeing red, and is probably looking like she is asphyxiating at the moment. Those comments, though, were far in between, but in her eyes, they were the only thing she could focus on now. But when Yusuke seemed happy that his food and delivery were being praised, Yuuki tried to shift her tone into normalcy. She hid her feelings and had no right to him; this was his dream. Her being in love shouldn't act as a way to stop him.

You said you're fine just being by his side, don't go being GREEDY.

"One thing is for sure, they love your food and are impressed with your work ethic!" Yuuki pumps her fist in the air. "Alright! I'll sort these reviews and make a post on your socials!" She adds after a smile. "And they find you really charming and hot! So that's great!"

[shotthemessenger]

Noooo plss don’t delete your page ummm let’s see, have you watched Sk8 the Infinity?? If so can you maybe have black y/n be one of the founders of ‘S’ along with Cherry, Joe, and Adam. It can be a series or a one shot whatever you want it to be. 😭

au: I fucked up, so I had to rewrite it, sorry it took so long to come out T~T

This was never a good idea in the first place. Reki going against Adam? Maybe he's a masochist? Either way, this race is definitely a terrible idea. Miya knew it. Cherry and Joe knew it. Langa was the only one who didn’t. Well, that’s what he gets for being a knucklehead. Now he was paying the price, indeed.

Adam was being the usual asshole. He thought he was so cool. Screwing up a kid's mind, that fucking sadist. It was an unforgivable act. When you're greedy for power and gain it, it does things to you. Take Adam for a whole ass example. But once that man started putting his hands on that boy, your blood started to boil. But once he went flying off his board, you were in a blaze.

You hopped onto your own board, defying whatever rules he chose to make up. You catch up to them, including the Langa boy, very quickly. Adam was standing there, feeling triumphant, not until he saw someone rolling down the hill. He winced a little before realizing who was coming down the hill. It was you. The original. His one and only 'eve'. His smile widened, thinking he was about to gain praise, but he was sadly mistaken. You pushed him off his board and onto the ground.

Baffled, he quickly stood up and dusted himself off before looking at your foxy mask. Just the aura you gave off told him how mad you were. Him?! Doing this to a child?! You always thought he was an odd one out but not crazy to the point of attempting literal murder. You hopped off your board and approached him once again, kicking him in the chest forcefully. It blew the air out of him and while he was gasping for air you spoke up.

"So that's what you do? I entrust 'S' to you while I'm away and you fuckin do this?! This what we doin' now? HUH?!" You smacked him in the head, hard, and started pushing him by his chest. He coughed, finally catching his breath. "But, I did this all for you! I thought this was how you'd like it." He confesses aloud, which makes your temper even worse. You were so close to snatching off your mask but you knew you couldn't.

You smack him again, and again and again. Pushing him over and over, more and more aggressive as you spoke. Reki pointed out the whole interaction to Langa, to which Langa stepped in on. You sent two jabs to his face, not super strong, but enough to pack a punch and confuse him. As your anger rose you got even more aggressive. Sadly, not for long.

Langa steps in, first stepping in between the two of you, before just holding you back because Adam wasn't moving at all. He struggled to hold you back, but Cherry quickly took his spot while Shadow picked Reki up off the ground, Taking him away. Langa followed, leaving you to Cherry. Cherry pulled you away to where Joe was, to which they both gave you a hug while trying to calm you down. Adam followed you, being chaotic in a bad way. Since he was utterly obsessed with you and your skating, he couldn't not follow you.

"Kaoru… Kojiro..." You mumble, looking between the two of them. They really have changed a lot. Of course, Adam doesn't know how to leave you alone, and starts problems again. You walked up on him again, pulled him down by his collar and made eye contact. "Listen here, Shindo," You mumble the last part quietly enough no one could understand what you said. "I don't want to see you hurt them ever again. If you do, I'll kill you." Joe separated the two of you while Cherry pulled you back by your waist.

"You're so cute when you're angry." He smiles, disgusting all three of you. Cherry and Joe step in front of you, blocking his way to nearing you. "Back off." They say in unison. Adam was amused, and wanted to tease a little more, but they didn't let him. They quickly ushered you off, talking to you in a private area. Joe took off your mask and held you face, looking you over as if you were his lover. "Are you alright? He didn't hurt you?" You'd answer but your face was literally getting squished between his big ass hands. Much to Adam's dismay, the show must go on, so the other races of the night continued.

After literal inspection and ten minutes of convincing Joe and Cherry to let you go, you pulled up to the hospital Reki was at. You heard the news, about his arm and the recovery. You apologized profusely which flustered them all. And then you introduced yourself. "Hello, I'm [Reader, Surname]. I'm the original founder of 'S'. I allowed Adam to basically co-host while I was gone but I didn't think it was this bad!" They dismissed it and asked about Cherry and Joe, looking for guidance. Seems like Langa has to race against the one and only now.

You offered to get them all together, to which they thanked you for. "Alright, I'll be going for tonight. You all get home easy and safe. Good night!" You all said, about to leave when you feel a tug on your sleeve. "Uh, when you get better, could you race me too!" For some reason this reminded you of getting confessed to. You chuckle softly and pat his head, then leave, not giving him a clear answer.

Once you reached your car, you started malding and seething. Fucking Adam, he's got guts, to say the least. You give him props for it, however. If he hurts one of them, you will make him pay. No matter what it costs you.

au: I got yo beach episode right here <3 @simpingforwakasa04

[introloves]

🦷: Okayy but daddy Iwa leaving his baby with mattsun while he’s gone like bo does and mattsun taking such good care of iwa’s little girl,,and if mattsun can’t Iwa will reluctantly leave her w makki who’s so much meaner 🥺🥺

— dom! matsukawa + sub space + teasing + mentions of pain + predator/prey dynamics + slight hair pulling + mentions of fear + masochist reader + size kink + dacryphilia + big dick + heavy breath play + choking + praise + creampie + petname (bunny) + f! reader

— word count: 2.6k

he looked her over, unable to stop the smirk from forming. shy eyes made his chest swell in a primal swirl of lust. already so sweet for him, and he hadn’t even touched her yet.

“y/n.”

“hm?” your voice answered back in a small hum, cute and shy. he couldn’t help but let a shiver crawl up his back at the thought of how you’d sound broken and whining just like that for him.

but he was being too forward, no wonder why iwaizumi had asked to leave you in his care- you were dangerously alluring.

you were here to be taken care of, and what he wanted might not match up to what you wanted, he’d test the waters first.

grabbing your hand gently, making sure to not startle you all too bad- letting you know it was okay, there was nothing to be embarrassed or shy about; the plan was set out, in detail- by hajime.

the thought of leaving you alone while he joined his team out of the country wasn't something he liked to entertain- you were supposed to be taken care of at all times, even when he couldn't. that's why this arrangement was drawn up. it was something mattsun could do.

he led you to his room, motioning to where the bathroom, kitchen- where all the necessities were. his house was small; enough for him and now for you, it was where you would be staying at… and you were grateful.

“its not much… but its comfortable.” the tone and smoothness of his voice eased you further- the slowly oscillating timbre of notes made you melt.

you nodded, smiling a little, bending your head in appreciation.

it squeezed at his heart, the way you were so polite and kind, a sweet little thing he couldn’t believe belonged to iwaizumi.

it made sense, you’d made the comment on how you liked men that could protect, men who would put you on your knees by just a look… and he so deeply hoped he fit that criteria.

in private, you knew he was- he was tall and big, taller than your hajime, maybe not as thick, not as built, but his presence still made your knees shake.

you let yourself watch him from the corner of your eyes, watching him walk forward, settling down the bag he’d taken from you on his bed… in all honesty, you’d seen his couch- and someone as big as him would not have a pleasant time sleeping on it… but you didn't know where he was going to draw the line.

you’d hope he’d stay, hope he’d cuddle you and make you feel good… sleeping alone was not familiar to you.

being alone was an ugly thought, it was exhausting and horrible. being spoiled made you greedy and needy- all in one. a pretty thing iwa was proud of, always showing you off.

you needed someone, and you wholly agreed to be pretty and good for issei.

“okay bunny.” he sighed, sitting down at the edge of the bed, looking at you.

the petname sent little prickles of heat down your back, making you dizzy and complaint, it triggered a nice and comfy haze clouding your mind.

“time for bed?” he asked, watching the slow blink of your eyes, chest rising and falling slowly- slipping into that sweet headspace.

oh…

iwaizumi really had you trained well.

he was going to have so much fun with you.

“what do you want, pretty girl.” issei questioned, leaning forwards elbows on his thighs; looking at you like a good meal, something he was very eagerly waiting to take a bite out of- lower lip glistening with saliva as he passed his thick tongue over it.

it made you take a step forward, a pretty bunny falling right into the claws of something big and mean- being devoured came easiest for you.

“take care of me.” you whispered, placing two shaky hands on his shoulders. broad frame, nice and sturdy, warm and strong. everything a little bunny like you needed for security.

his lips curled into a pleasant smile, canines glistening under the light of his room, smirking at your sweet words.

“ah- you want me to take care of you?” mattsun’s voice was laced with inquisition, wanting to hear another note of confirmation.

“yes please. haji said you would.” you responded, pouting at the slight teasing, but quickly warming up when those hands of his wrapped around your sides. it felt real easy, tugging you onto his lap.

“oh, bunny i will.” he assured, thinking over his next words.

“i just… you know the difference between me and iwaizumi… right?” there was small apprehension, felt like he was trying to piece together words that wouldn’t scare you off. shaking your head slightly, they did everything but that- luring you in with the promise of something dangerous, something exciting.

it was really cute- he could hear your heart pound from where he was, watching your face scrunch up, leaning into him.

“if you want me to take care of you, i need to let you know- i’m a lot bigger than him.” matsukawa huffed, sliding the hold on your sides down to your hips, groaning at the warmth and softness molding under his palms.

“and i dont fuck like he does.”

the smooth timbre of his voice turned gravely, growling out those last few words, bringing your body to his- entrapping you in all of him. he let himself grace your neck, lips just barely touching- letting you back away at the challenge.

but you were a greedy thing, the small hint of danger electrifying every nerve in your body. thighs jumping around his lap, squirming.

he says it like a warning, but all it does is excite you. the promise of him fucking you doenst let you focus on anything else.

mattsun feels your squirming, sees the way you bite at your lips, pupils dilating as you watch him, wide eyes roaming his face.

he's the one who starts the grind, tightening the hold, shifting to sit back slightly; pushing you against the length already hard and heavy in his pants.

this is his favorite part, seeing the surprise- eagerly watching for the look of pure shock. maybe you're finally feeling the heavy severity of the situation, maybe it's a jolt of arousal that makes your eyes shake, lips parting in amazement at being sat on his big cock.

whichever one it is, it makes your head tip back, huffing out a tiny noise of surprise and want.

it feels so big, even now, just sat on his cock through his. pants and your bottoms and it's all just so-

“oh!”

throbbing cunt passing over a ridge, catching over your puffy clit, knowing it's the swell of his cockhead. it makes you weak, tipping forward, tugging at his shirt.

issei chuckles in response, warm hand traveling up your back, curling against your head. there's a tiny moment of reprieve- sits there, watching your shoulders tense up before he tugs.

it's gentle at first, admiring how you shape yourself perfectly for him, going limp as soon as he does, but just like you- he's a greedy man and pulls- back bowing against him. with clenched teeth at how you squirm, he hisses;

“what is it bunny?” what's got you makin’ those pretty sounds?”

there's already tears forming against your lashes, the feeling of your cunt freely gliding against the pool of arousal lying wetly right on your panties makes everything that more… exciting. if he's able to bring you to this state by just tugging at your hair… the thought makes you desperate or what else he could do to you.

“you! it's you ‘sei! don't want you to tease- take. care. of. me.” you mewl, exasperated at his actions.

he's so close- you can feel his cock pulse under him, and you want nothing more than to be split open.

but your sweet little tantrum simply makes him laugh, bringing your throat to his mouth, teeth grazing sweetly against the thrum of your pulse.

“little bunny… you’ve got some fight, hm?” he whispers, letting you go with a quick little bite- a reminder, something to let you know to calm yourself.

usually he’d take his time- reduce you into a mess of cum and tears and spit until you’re crying out for him, and even then he wouldn’t give you what you wanted. however, issei would play nice for now, knowing your little outburst was all due to the want for him. it made his heart thump loudly against his ribs.

“it’s okay- i’ll fuck it out of you.” mattsun groans.

you tense up at his words- the throbbing against the spot where he nipped keeping a heavy reminder, impatience didn't look pretty on you.

he lets a hand leave the warmth of your hips, thumb digging into the side of your cheek impatiently, keeping your head tilted to look at him- the tension in your scalp lessens and you're aware of the direction his other hand is traveling.

the sound of his belt clinking, button popping open, and zipper falling makes you squeak. whole body lighting up, pressing your cunt right against the hand working to release him from his pants.

“please!”

the word slips from your lips involuntarily, and once again, he lets the slip up go. there would be time to teach you to wait, to earn what he gives you.

using the grip he already has on your face, he picks you up, a show of strength tugging you up by your face to give his cock room to be released. your knees shakily hit either side of the bed around his body, hips tipping forward- giving him space, but even then, you feel the tip of his cock brush against your pussy.

a high, shaky sound of air leaving your lungs in a shocked whimper makes his cock jump heavily- your hands landing by your face as you stare, chest heaving- weight of his hand falls from your face, down to your neck, pressing you deep into the bed.

the thrum of fear peaks once more, exaggerating another gush of arousal, this time running down your ass- no longer caught by your panties.

“pretty.” is all he says, squeezing once, watching your legs jump. his thumb swipes up against your cheek to catch a stray tear. he wants to make a remark about your skittish muscles, working against you to tense up with every movement he makes, but the heavy lust burning in his stomach doesn't let him.

“breathe in for me- it’ll hurt less if you do.”

there’s sick pleasure watching you nod, so eager to do what he says just to be hurt in order to take him all. he wastes no time in order to tug your bottoms off, impatiently working with only one hand, all while he keeps his eyes on your face. its all a frenzy of want.

he wanted to take you like an animal, wanted to make it hurt- wanted to break your soft mind, but he resists. it’ll be fine for now, the time to play how he wants could happen at a later time.

the head of his cock meets heavy resistance, slickened by the never ending stream of arousal leaking out of your wanting hole- it makes it a little more bearable. you such in a breath, just like he says, tongue heavy with the weight of it playing against your cunt.

he was right, he was right and now your heart beat loudly in your chest at the feeling of him pressing in more and more- he was bigger than your hajime, and it hurt.

it hurt so good.

“m-more!” you gasp, impatiently waiting with the slow pace he's taking you. hands clawing at the hand still wrapped firmly around your throat, legs thumping over and over on either side of him.

it takes him back, gasping at the slight tilt of your hips seeking more of him, his eyebrows pinch together in amusement and surprise.

you were proving to be more of a challenge than he thought- but he did as he was told for now, shifting down to really pin you.

“pretty girl, so dirty- you keep surprisin’ me.” he grunts, watching your body lie pliant, mouth hanging open in a desperate and now silent plea.

he counts to three before lessening up, blinking at the way you shoot up to take a heavy gulp of air.

“good bunny.” he seethes, trying to keep up with your greedy cunt, fluttering around him as he pushes in and in and in.

its so good, nails digging into the arm still trapping your upper body down onto the bed, drooling as your tongue lulls out.

you’re hot and wound up, pooling sweat dripping down against your clothes, smushed against his mattress.

the first slam of his hips inside makes you sob, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of all the tension leaving your body, a reaction to being fucked so hard. you can feel him make a noise of appreciation at that, pushing his weight- using it to fuck you down onto the bed.

“so good- such a greedy pussy, only satisfied when it's being pounded like this- hm?”

issei emphasizes his words with an increasing tempo, barely giving himself time to breathe, drunk on your cunt- the pretty sounds you're making, the way your eyes have rolled to the back of your head, small hands no longer grabbing at his wrist.

you're creaming around him, already cuming at just mintues of being given what you so desperately begged for.

“issei! ‘sei!”

it sounds so pretty leaving your mouth in this breathy pitch and it's getting to him, the building orgasm crawling towards him at a rapid pace.

he releases the hold on your neck to grab desperately at your hips, arching your back against him while you jolt, body receiving the shock of his pistoning hips- slapping heavily onto your thighs, mixing with the loud squelch and squeal singing from your body.

you can’t will your muscles to contract any longer, already cuming once more at the change in position, weakly crying out his name- sweet and fucked out, babbling the consonants of his name over and over again.

“good girl- c-cuming so pretty for me.” he pants, teeth clashing together as he pushes past the resistance of your walls once more, sheathing his cock inside in a final attempt to make it hurt. he knows he’s successful when you lift up off the bed, choking out a warbling scream.

his body seizes, matching the feverish way you’re spasming around his body.

the heated, spurt of cum inside your cunt comes in thick ropes and you exhale in response, turning your head left to right as you receive it all- take it all in your battered, swollen walls.

he stays right where he stops, head hooked down, eyes looking at the cream of cum splattered on the stretched out lips of your cunt.

“fuck.” he gasps, slowly coming back from the overwhelming burst of pleasure.

“are you okay?” matsukawa asks, eyes softening at the way you slowly open your eyes, blinking hot tears from your lashes.

you cant respond verbally just yet, giving him a nod, a small tilt of your head before dropping your legs- finally relaxing.

he sees why you need this every night, you're glowing- covered in sweat and a sweet smile playing at your lips.

“so good- thank you issei.” you sing, already ready to sleep- and with the almost devious curl of your lips, he swears you- the sweet bunny he brought into his home was more predator than prey.

“play with me some more... later- please.” you hum, shivering at the globs of cum cooling against your stretched cunt, all before you sigh and close your eyes, looking for that sweet sleep.

matsukawa stays up a bit later, giving iwaizumi a quick text- asking if you would ever truly be satisfied, and the response he gets sends a prickle of heat curling against his neck-

fuck her unconscious or else she’ll keep wanting more.

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The one (Pepa x Fem!Reader)

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Pepa felt her pulse quicken when she saw you approach her with that smile that always made her legs weak and your basket full of paintings gently swaying as you walked. She could look at you all day and she would never get tired, you were just beautiful.

"Hola Pepa" you greeted politely "how are you today?"

"Well, the sky is clear, so…" she shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.

"That doesn't mean you're okay" you gently reminded her "besides, there's a bit of fog around you too, so..."

You laughed softly as she blushed and the mist grew slightly thicker. You loved teasing her, the redhead was always adorable when she got flustered and it made you feel slightly powerful knowing you made her feel that way.

It was no secret to any of your friends or siblings that you were hopelessly in love with the Madrigal middle triplet. You had been since you were 16 and she was a year above you in school. Now at your 22, the feelings that she provoked in you were still just as intense inside your chest.

But you knew that you couldn't be anything else with her, no matter how nice Pepa was to you, or how many mixed signals she sent you. You were the baker's daughter, the girl who painted murals and paintings from time to time. You didn't have fame or money and you were sure that Alma Madrigal would choose someone much better for her daughter.

After all, the Madrigals were practically royalty and you were lucky you were even allowed to be friends with her, to begin with, you shouldn't be greedy. So you were happy to joke around with her from time to time as friends did.

"Here, maybe this will help you" you said, taking a small wrapper out of your basket

Pepa took it carefully and couldn't help but smile gently when she saw that it was a gingerbread cookie. You knew they were her favorites. She thanked you quietly, the mist finally dissipating.

This was one of her favorite things about you, the power you had to make her feel better with the smallest gestures, no matter what. Sometimes you would give her bread and cookies, sometimes you would give her some little painted rocks, it didn't matter, she loved everything and it always made her feel better because it was a sign that you thought of her, even in your daily tasks.

The redhead didn't want to be selfish, but a part of her wanted to believe that you could feel the same way she did, that you could love her as much as she loved you. She knew that you probably didn't like women and that if she said something she could end her friendship with you, but one could dream, right?

"I have to go" you said suddenly

"So soon?" she asked disappointed

"I have to cover my brother at the bakery...but I wanted to see you even for a moment"

You smiled at her and, in a moment of bravery, stood on tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on her cheek, before saying goodbye and running out of there, not letting her react at all.

Pepa stayed there, with her hand on her cheek, watching you until you disappeared from her sight. She needed to talk to someone about the explosion of heat in her chest. There was only one person to whom she had confessed her true feelings for you: her best friend Felix. So she ran to find him.

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"But what if she rejects me?"

"She won't, Pepita. I've seen how she looks at you."

Felix tried to keep from rolling his eyes as his best friend continued to dig a ditch in his yard as she paced back and forth, tugging at her braid nervously. After that kiss on her cheek a few days ago, Pepa had made up her mind.

She would confess her love to you today! Yep, she would! She would as soon as she saw you!...but then she had really seen you and you had smiled at her and her nerves had gotten the better of her and before you could get close she had run to fetch Felix. What was she thinking of? Of course she couldn't do it!!

The boy had been trying to calm her down ever since (and trying not to laugh too). He adored his friend, but the redhead could be so dense sometimes.

"I'll tell you what" he said "try to practice with me"

"What?"

"Come on, tell me you love me"

"But I don't love you, Felix. Not that way"

"I know, Pepi! It's just for you to practice! Go on”

Pepa looked at him for a moment before she sighed and rolled her eyes. She didn’t have anything to lose, right? 

“Alright” she took a deep breath “I love you, Fel-”

“No, no, no” he interrupted her “don’t say my name. Say hers”

“But you’re not her!”

“But I’m not the one you’re in love with! Now stop being a baby and do it right!”

“I’m gonna hit you with a light” Pepa growled and crossed her arms

“okay, but do it later, now say it!”

The redhead sighed again and tried to get the courage to say your name this time. She knew her best friend won’t let her go if she didn’t do it. Felix has always been stubborn and she loved him for that, but not when it affected her.

“Alright, here I go” she said “Y/N, I want to tell you something”

“Yes?” Felix said, imitating your voice, which made her giggle and actually helped her.

“I…I think I love you” she whispered

“You think?”

“Felix!”

“What? If someone says they think they love me, I would be confused. Do you love her or not?”

“I do!”

“Then say it!”

“I love her!”

“Who?”

“Y/N!! I LOVE Y/N!!!”

Pepa felt the fog enveloping her again as she pulled her braid, too embarrassed for the words that came out of her mouth. It felt good finally saying it out loud, but it was still embarrassing. Felix smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, proud of his best friend. But then, his face changed and he froze and Pepa looked at him worriedly.

“Felix?” she asked softly

The boy just pointed behind her and she turned around, gasping when she saw you standing a few meters behind them, with your basket and your eyes wide open. She felt the cloud above her head getting bigger and the mist thicker.

“You what?” you whispered, still looking at her. 

The redhead didn’t know what to do, frozen in her place and you didn’t seem to be able to move either, so Felix did what he did better. He helped Pepa!

“She loves you” he said proudly, making Pepa wake up

“Felix!” she roared, covering her friend’s mouth while thunder came from her cloud.

You watched in silence and amusement as the boy tried to get away from the redhead, trying to say something else to you while Pepa kept thundering and yelling at him for doing so. It was a silly scene, but it gave you time to collect your own thoughts.

Pepa loved you. She felt the same way for you! But she still was a Madrigal and you were sure you weren’t worthy of being with her. And what about Alma? You heard from Julieta that the matriarch was already trying to convince her three children to marry and enlarge the family! You would never be able to-

“Y/N!”

You jumped as Felix hide behind you, using you as a shield to protect himself from the girl that now had a face as red as her hair. 

“She loves you!” he told you again “now kiss her so I can escape alive”

“FELIX!!”

You didn’t have time to react when he pushed you towards her, making you both fall to the ground, with you on top of Pepa. You saw him running away from the corner of your eye, but you couldn’t concentrate on anything else but the feeling of Pepa’s warm breath on your face and her hips between your legs. 

“Sorry” you whispered as the fog surrounded you too

“I-it’s fine” she answered. None of you dared to move.

You two stared at each other's eyes for a while, not wanting to ruin…whatever was happening between you. You felt her putting her shaking hand on your hips and her words kept playing in your mind. She loved you, she loved you!! And you loved her too! No matter what your mind tried to tell you, no matter how scared you were to upset Alma Madrigal, you loved this adorable and sexy redhead between your legs. 

“To hell with it” you whispered.

Pepa frowned in confusion and was about to say something when she saw you lean over her, a few seconds later she felt your lips on hers and her brain shut down.