#Dragging the pads of my fingers down my face yet pressing hard enough on the way down to briefly massage it...

[blackwaxidol]

One of La'zaar's most indulgent activities is dozing or otherwise brumating—armourless—in his High Celebrant's lap, having hadium pins stuck through his back intermittently. I imagine they would be tipped with some kind of poison, a muscle relaxant perhaps.

If his wings are too worn-out and ruined to be salvaged, then their removal is part of this idle task. La'zaar finds it relaxing, to have his wings amputated at the base with a ceremonial blade analogous to a sort of Liston knife.

When the wings are removed, the rest of his back is exposed and can be attended to—whether that is to drive pins through the muscles, apply some kind of acidic ointment to the brittle portions of his exoskeleton or to take a paring knife to his chitin and carve patterns into it. All of it is pain soothing enough to fall asleep to.

[its-quiet-colter]

Please Look at Me.

Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Word count: 2132

Warnings: NSFW (18+), sub!Din, frottage, praise and come eating but mostly pretty tame, fluff filled fic since its my first time writing in a few years.

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The gentle rumble of the Razor Crest’s engine is soft and soothing as you doze lightly in the cramped sleeping quarters. It’s barely big enough for one, let alone two, but it does the job. You’ve slept in far worse conditions, after all, the hard padding under your back could be considered a five star accommodation at this point.

Unable to sleep, you roll onto your side, facing away from the door. The light from the cargo bay was all too distracting but the thoughts swirling around your head are even more so. It’s been eight months since you teamed up with Din, helping him find bounty after bounty as you both try and keep prying eyes away from Grogu. You had to hand it to the Mandalorian. The kid was cute.

Yet it was fruitless to believe the only reason you stayed was Grogu, the child who had grown attached to you as much as he had to Din. It was a lie. You knew it and so did Din. You had felt it, brewing away for all these past months traveling together. The way you held his silence, the gaze you felt from underneath his helmet. Din’s saved your life countless times as you’ve saved his. There’s trust there. And something far deeper that neither of you dare bring to the surface.

You never talked about it when stray hands would wander at some lonely hour of the night, pressed against each other in the tight cabin. You didn’t talk about it when your hand slid into Din’s pants to stroke his cock, nor when his own would grasp the back of your shirt as he rutted into your palm. Panting and whimpering under his helmet. And certainly neither of you talked about it in the cockpit in the mornings after.

It was nice, whatever it was. Having trust in someone is a privilege in the New Republic, where lawlessness and betrayal are as common as they were in the days of the Empire. If not more. But having Din’s trust, and your heated embrace, however fleeting and complicated they may be, made a warm feeling bubble in your chest. Not talking about your relationship kept it from being real, and the moment it became real you knew Din would flee. Put his walls up, and push you away just as you had seen him do to others. Din trusted you and like hell were you letting that go.

Not once have you asked to take off his helmet, you accepted his creed long ago when you had first met him. But you can also feel that he wears it for comfort. An armor of beskar, keeping himself distant as much as it distances others. Yet you’ve seen Din’s fingers twitch sometimes, the urge to take it off, to reveal himself to you. He’s not there yet, and perhaps he never will be. And that’s okay, you can still hold him with his helmet on.

The distant sound of the ship’s cargo doors opening drags you from your thoughts, as does the soft thud of boots ringing along the metal floor as they edge closer to the quarters you’re resting in. Din’s breath crackles through the speaker of his helmet, muffled and slightly ragged. He was out chasing a bounty all day, but seldom does he return to the ship with such shallow breathing. Is something wrong? You think.

You hear the sound of Beskar hitting the floor, as he strips away his armor piece by piece, keeping it close by. Always alert, always ready for when the next attack comes. 

The hard mattress dips under your combined weight as Din lays down beside you. His breathing still labored. You can’t help but feel something is wrong, and so you go to turn around, to face him but his voice rings out first.

“No… don’t turn around.” He says softly and you pause. Din’s voice is so soft without his helmet. Wait, what? He took his helmet off?

You feel Din’s breath against your back, he’s panting softly as his nose brushes against your shoulder blade. His hair, short and scruffy, tickles the taught muscles of your back and you can feel his soft whimper. The back of his fingers gently nudge your hip, feeling your soft warm skin exposed above the waistline of your pants. The touch is so gentle, reverent even. Despite you facing the wall the moment is far more intimate than the casual reach around you’ve given each other.

“Are you okay…?” You whisper into the room, unsure if breaking the silence is such a good idea. You feel Din tense behind you, his cheek all but nuzzled into your shoulder blade as he spoons himself behind you. His stubble doesn’t go unnoticed, the brush of it against you. Is that a mustache? 

Din’s heartbeat is rapid as you feel him nod against your back, a soft quiet noise escaping him. “Mh.” he mumbles. 

His hands slide around to your front, resting over your chest as he draws himself closer to you. His chest pressed against your back. You hear another soft whimper slipping when your hand cups over his and tangles your fingers together.

“Where’s the kid?” Din asks, wanting and needing a distraction from the anxiety of the situation. Almost like he’s ashamed.

“Upstairs, sleeping.” Your words are whispered softly as your thumb brushes over his knuckles. “Had to swaddle him in one of your shirts just to get him to sleep, he missed you.”

Your hand is squeezed, almost like Din’s holding onto you for comfort. A silent way of saying thank you for taking care of Grogu. With a soft shuffle around, Din brings your legs to be tangled together and you bring your joined hands up to kiss over Din’s calloused fingers. “I missed you too.” You whisper softly.

Din’s soft shudder returns, his breathing unsteady. You instantly think you’ve said the wrong thing, perhaps startled him or caused more angst. But then you feel it. The slight tremble in his hands, the rustling as his legs shuffle on the hard mattress behind you, and the slight jut to his hips as his clothed erection presses against your thigh.

The whine he lets out makes heat pool in your stomach, and you squeeze his hand again as he tries to recoil away. Without his helmet he feels so vulnerable, so ashamed of his arousal, even if all you can see is the old worn metal wall of Razor Crest’s sleeping pod.

“It’s okay, Din.” You whisper as you feel him shuffle behind you, and the soft sounds of him stroking himself with his free hand are muffled by the panting moans he makes.

“I’m sorry.” Din whispers softly, his face buried against your back and you shake your head. “It’s okay, you’re alright.” you repeat again in a slow and soothing manner as he pleasures himself. 

Your own arousal makes you groan in frustration, wanting so bad to turn around but you refrain. The image of Din’s hand wrapped around his own cock, the twitch of his hips, the way his fingers squeeze a ring around his base to try and stave off an orgasm that might otherwise ruin this precious moment. But the image of him, Din. what he must look like, a flush to his cheeks, hair stuck down from sweat, both helmet and arousal induced. You already know he’s got facial hair, perhaps a scar or two; although you doubt it with how strong that armor is of his.

God, I bet he’s beautiful. You think.

“Please, cyar’ika.” Din all but mewls, desperate and wanting as his face is buried against your shoulder blade, kissing the soft skin. The sound of his desperate begging is all you need for what little resolve you had to crack.

Shifting around the bed, you turn around to face him. Din’s cheeks are flush, his lips parted slightly around a moan as his cock twitches under his own palm, the vulnerability causing the reaction. Your eyes fall to his soft brown eyes, so dark and blown wide as he squirms under your gaze. 

“Din…” You whisper in awe, the pad of your thumb coming up to brush against the stubble of his cheek. Almost like you can’t believe the sight of the man before you, so beautiful and laid out before you. He nods silently, looking at you as his chest rises and falls and his hands rest on your shoulders. It’s all the permission you need to lean down and kiss him.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, cradling his head as you both indulge in months worth of tension, of trust, of love. Din mewls against your lips and you groan against his, nipping his bottom lip before the kiss is deepend. He shifts and you get the memo, moving with him as Din lays on his back and pulls you on top of him. And all of a sudden the cabin around you feels more warm and closed in than usual.

Din’s legs wrap around your waist, his fingers sliding through your hair to keep your mouths locked together in a passionate yet tender kiss. All the while you try to undo your pants enough to push the offending fabric around to your thighs. Your own dick hard and leaking at the feeling of having the Din held underneath you.

He moans into your mouth, his hips jerking up as you take both of your cock’s in one hand, stroking and thrusting against one another. The heat of Din against you, the way he leaks precum as you thumb his tip, his head falling to the side to let out a guttural moan is enough to have heat pooling low in your gut. You thrust against him, your fist tight around the both of you as you get lost in each other.

With Din’s head tilted to the side, you kiss his exposed neck, feeling the way he gulps and gasps as he arches up into your hand. His fingers cling to your back, holding you close as you watch him start to tense up. He’s close. Legs tighten around your waist as his back arches with a moan.

“Mh… ‘m close… please!” Din moans aloud, looking up at you with half lidded eyes. Pleading.

Your hand stops, letting go of your own dick to focus on stroking Din’s alone. He whimpers as you settle over him, chests flushed together so you can squeeze his cock and whisper against his ear. “Let go, Din. I've got you, cyar’ika.” 

It’s all the permission he needs, and you watch as he tenses, ropes of cum coating your fist and his own stomach as Din comes hard. Whimpering as you murmur sweet praises in his ear and press kisses to his hair.

Din is panting, almost soaking up the warm glow of the aftermath, his brown eyes glazed over. You sit up, straddling him as much as you can in the cramped cabin as you take yourself in hand and begin to stroke yourself.

“You did so well..” You praise him gently, looking down at Din with so much affection and love despite your arousal and absolute need to come. “Fuck. you’re so beautiful, Din. So pretty.” 

You thrust into your own hand, feeling your orgasm begin to bubble over at the mere fact you’re looking at the Mandalorian that had stolen your heart months ago. With a hand pressed to his chest, your eyes are unable to look away to his flushed, disheveled state. Looking back at you is the same look of love and adoration reflected in Din’s eyes and your orgasm hits, painting his chest and chin in your cum.

As you both catch your breath, Din takes your hand, bringing it to his mouth as he licks the mess off of your hand. He presses a gentle kiss to your palm, never looking away as he does so, and it almost stirs you enough for another round.

Your back hits the mattress and Din curls up with his head on your chest, neither of you looking to break the silence and the peace of the moment. He had taken his helmet off, and in the aftermath as he began to calm down, you can see the gears turning in his head.

You probably won’t talk about this in the morning, but it doesn’t stop you pressing a kiss to his head, your nose buried in his hair. Din’s own nose brushes against your collarbone and he presses a soft kiss to your skin. His eyes flutter shut and he starts to doze off. The physical touch is a silent promise to one another. And that’s more than enough for you.

[13as07]

Our #2

(Shikamaru Nara Smut)

[Art work is not mine! Credit to anandaneeg]

Requested by: Myself

Keys:

None

Word Count: 3,438

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Spoiled, Brat, Lair, Good Girl, Sir

Exhibitionism (public sex)

Biting (like twice)

Soft Domination (aka Shika's inability to not be in control but being too lazy to be rough)

Burn Marks/Temperature Play (aka getting brunt by Shikamaru's cigarettes (again))

Spanking

Creampie

Orgasm Denial (slightly)

Humiliation/Degrading/Begging

Praising

Choking

Smoking/Smoke Play (again, cause it's hot)

Cockwarming

Part 3? Probably because I like this story line and I’m a wh*re

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The second the door of the banquet hall clicks shut, Shikamaru's arms wrap around me, tugging me against him. "Hello pretty girl," he murmurs against my skin, his lips brushing against my throat. I soak in the feeling of my boy-fiancé, finally getting him alone now that the last partygoer is gone.

"Hello," I breathe out, my own hands clinging to his wrists.

One of his hands snakes up to my collarbone, his fingers pressing into the sensitive skin again and causing the familiar mix of pain and pleasure to coat my nerves. Shika's other hand rubs lazy circles into my hips, hiking up my dress as he does so. "Today was such a drag."

"It wasn't that bad," I whisper, squirming once the pads of his fingers come into contact with my now bare skin. Shikamaru hums in agreement, his nose nuzzling the sleeve of my clothing out of the way so he can litter my shoulder in kisses. "Shika?"

He hums again, his other hand dropping down to hike the other side of my dress up as well.

"Knock it off," I whine, trying to tug my clothing back down as my face heats up.

"Why?" He asks, his teeth grazing my shoulder as his fingers play with the band of my underwear.

"Someone could walk in."

"And yet that seems to excite you," Shikamaru teases, his fingers dipping into my panties and sliding through my folds. I can feel the smirk on his face as he kisses back up my neck.

"No," I fight back, the word coming out as a whine.

"Aw, so you're a lair now?" Shika continues teasing me, gently pushing me forward until we come into contact with the door. "Hands up, pretty girl."

"Yes sir," I murmur, laying my hands flat against the wooden door. My good behavior is rewarded with a couple of light circles pressed against my clit. "I don't want to get caught, Shika. It's too soon for us to cause a scandal."

A soft chuckle bubbles from the new chief pressed up behind me. "I just want a quickie, pretty girl," I whine at his answer, not because of disapproval but because of disappointment and he knows it. "What a spoiled brat," Shika groans, his hands working at pulling my underwear down to my knees.

"I'm spoiled because of you," I huff back, my knees clicking shut at the sudden chilliness. Shika hums in agreement, his hands clinging to my knees to pull them open again.

Shikamaru rubs himself against my ass, his pants still separating my bare pussy from his hard-on. His teeth graze my skin again, but this time it's followed by the soft sinking of his teeth into my neck. "Pretty girl," he purrs against my ear once he parts himself from me.

"Shika?" A disapproving hum escapes him, making me rethink my words. "Sir?"

"Good girl," his answer comes, sending a shiver down my spine. Shikamaru moves again, one of his hands moving behind me and the other one going back to my clit. His fingers work at rubbing circles into me, his touch being faster and heavier this time.

The sound of his belt clinking open causes me to clench around nothing in anticipation. The thought of me not being anywhere close to wet enough let alone stretched causes me to clench again.

"Stay still," Shika orders as he moves my body where he pleases. He shifts my hands further down the door before pressing me up against it, my burn marks from earlier sizzling again from the rough texture. His hand presses into my back for the millionth time today, making my back arch down, my ass arches up, and my marks grind against the door.

A whine of pain spills from me as the wood rubs against my sensitive skin. "Pretty girl," Shikamaru groans, "making those sounds are going to test my stamina." His words are followed by him moving my dress up again, leaving it and my new clan cloak to rest against the arching of my spine.

"This is supposed to be a quickie, right?" I tease, shifting my hips backward.

The tip of Shika's dick taps against my thigh before I'm pushed back against the door. "It won't be much of a quickie if you can't behave," he warns, "Stop being a brat."

     Tap, tap, tap.

     His orders are followed by soft taps to my hip, his soft way of redirecting me.

I give into what he wants, readjusting myself into place. Despite my compliance, I make a mental note to play hard to get when we get home. After all, Shikamaru can't get everything he wants so easily.

Shikamaru falls forward, his hands pressing mine into the door and his tip gently pressed against my opening. "Be a good girl and don't complain, yes? I know you can take it all." I nod my head yes in response.

     Tap, tap, tap.

     This round of redirecting is a little harsher, but not enough to sting; just enough for my body to notice the increase. "Use your words, pretty girl."

"Yes sir," I murmur, the sparks from the half-assed spanking making me clench again. Another approving hum is released, unwillingly filling me with pride. I hate how quickly I submit to him and how soft and easy it is for him. I'm definitely going to give him a run for his money when we get home.

     Shikamaru tests the water, popping his head in and out of me a couple of times before sinking himself all the way in. A long, low groan is released, contracting the sudden stretch and slight burning from the lack of prep. "That's my good girl," he murmurs into my ear, his fingers lacing up with mine. "Who's my good girl?"

     I whine, pushing myself further into the door before falling back into place. "Apparently not you," he huffs, his hips thrusting forward to keep me pressed up against the door. "Why can't you just behave? Behave."

     "I'm sorry," I whimper, thrusting my hips backward again. "Please fuck me, sir."

     Shika twitches in me, causing a smug smirk to cross my face. "Fuck," he says, a hiss of a breath following the word. The nickname gets me what I want. Shikamaru pulls himself out of me before bottoming out again. He puts himself to work, paces fast, and thrusts shallow as he moves in me. My slick starts to build up from the movements, quickly making up for the lack of prep.

     The feeling of Shika's constant pace and his hands gripping mine like a lifeline fill my head with fog. "Pretty girl?" The words cut through the fog, pulling my attention back to him.

      "Shika?"

     Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

     His pace stutters as he taps my hip again, his hand moving fast with need but a lack of will to give into me. "Shikamaru?"

Tap. Tap. Tap.

     My skin stings after this round of redirection, Shikamaru's patience running thin. "Sir," I murmur, shifting my hips back to match his thrusts.

     "Yes," he breathes out, hands back to being wrapped up in mine. "I'm filling you up, pretty girl. Do you know how lucky that makes you?"

     "Shika."

     Tap, tap. Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

     The sound of his hand connecting to me echoes through the empty room. The skin under his touch stings even more, making memories of getting my burn marks bubble into my mind.

     "You should be thankful," he whispers into my ear, his tone lazy and harsh. "Tell me how thankful you are to be used by me."

     I hum out a no, pairing it with a head shake. Instantly, Shika stops his thrusts, his dick pushed as far into me as allowed in our position. "Shikamaru," I whine, shifting my hips backward.

     "No," he husks out, pushing me against the door with the whole of his body weight so I can't give myself any friction. "If you want to act like a fucking brat, I'll treat you like a brat. So, we will sit here until you do as you're told."

     "Shikamaru," I whine, trying to wiggle under him with little success. "You said you'd be quick so we wouldn't get caught." My walls clench at my statement, making me cuss under my breath.

     "Oh ya? You seem to like the idea of being caught. Is that what you want? To have someone walk in and see how easily you spread yourself for your Chief?"

     "You're being mean," I whisper, trying to squirm around to get any kind of friction, the need for it quickly becoming intolerable.

     "If you'd listen, I wouldn't have to be mean. Be a good girl for me, behave. Tell me how thankful you are."

     I whine and whimper under him for a couple of seconds, only being met with stillness. "Shika!"

     "Stop being a dumb little brat."

     More disappointing noises fall from me, getting me a soft bite on my shoulder. "Shika." I prepare for the new round of spanking but don't get it. I'm enjoying it too much and Shikamaru knows it. "Sir," I try again, getting rewarded with a soft kiss on my shoulder. "I'm thankful to be used by you, to be used in any way you see fit."

     Bingo. Shika's hip fall back into rhythm, this time with heavier thrusts. He tugs me back into position, my back aching from the constant arch. "Is it so hard for you to behave?" His breath is shaky as he pushes out the question, his climax crawling near as he tries to keep his composure.

     "No sir."

     "Than be a good girl," Shikamaru's words are sloppy, his thrusts matching the tone of his voice. His fingers cling to mine tighter, his ring digging into my hand as he holds on to me. "Be my pretty girl," the sentence is muffled by his head buried into my neck. As soon as the sentence is out, Shika stales in me, buried deep like before. It doesn't take long for warmth to fill my insides up, the promise of my walls being coated in his cum.

     Shikamaru's breathing is heavy and hot as it collides with my skin. Despite his tiredness, I still whine and squirm from under him. "Hey," I whimper, shifting my shoulder to move his head around. "I didn't get to finish. Why didn't you pull out? Shika!"

     "Whiney brats like you don't get to finish. Besides, I wouldn't want us getting caught," he teases, thrusting into me a few more times to push his cum deeper into me. "It was too much work to pull out. Your ungratefulness is a drag. I need to teach you to be grateful and less spoiled."

     A whine spills over as I try to tug Shika's hand down to my pussy. He pulls it away from me and instead uses it for another light punishment.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

     "Spoiled," he murmurs to himself, slowly sliding out of me. He rubs himself between my thighs, using me to clean the mess off his dick before tucking it away. "Spoiled, whiney, ungrateful brat." His degrading is followed by a hand being shoved into the roots of my hair. "Say it," Shikamaru orders, using his hold on my hair to tug my head backward, forcing me to look at him.

     "I'm a spoiled, whiney, ungrateful brat," I whisper back, tugging my dress back into place.

     "I can't hear you," he says, his grip tightening and shifting my head back further.

     "I'm a spoiled, whiney, ungrateful brat," I groan, my volume louder this time.

     My compliance is rewarded with a soft kiss and my hair being released. Once Shikamaru parts from me, I dip my hands down to pull my panties back up. "No," he murmurs, tugging my hand away. "Take them off."

     "Shika-"

     "Do not start with me again," he warns, "my patience are already thin. Keep acting up, I dare you." His warnings are paired with a sharp glare to solidify his words.

     "Yes sir," I murmur, tugging my panties off before tucking them into the pocket of my cloak.

     Once again I'm rewarded, this time with a string of kisses. "There's my good girl. You are so pretty when you behave." I can feel my headstrongness slip at his words. This is why I submit so easily, why I'm so eager to behave for him, all because of his stupid little praises.

     Shika smiles to himself, his arm wrapping around my waist as he tugs the door up. "Good girl," he repeats, hand sliding under my cloak to rub along my aching spine and gently push me along the sidewalk.

     "Shikamaru," I whine, clinging to his arm. I don't like the feeling of desperation that's causing my thighs to rub together as we walk. I don't like the chilled air stroking my pussy, highlighting my lack of finishing, the cum leaking out of me, and the wetness left between my legs.

     He does though. Shikamaru is beaming with smugness as he ushers me down the street. "You're fine, pretty girl. Be good when we get home and I'll be nice."

     Tap, tap, tap.

     His ring pressing into my hip solidifying his direction. "Be good," he repeats.

     The rest of the walk is filled with my whining and the feeling of Shika slowly leaking out of me, only emphasizing my neediness and his smugness.

     I clench around nothing when the sight of our front door falls into view; a symbol of my promised finish to come. I go to dart inside and happily spread myself out, settling on the need to cum outweighs my want for Shikamaru to work for it, but I get stopped on my path. "Hold on, pretty girl. I want a smoke."

     "Shika!"

     "Ten minutes, spoiled brat. You can wait." I let a pout sit on my face, a soft kiss from Shikamaru trying - but failing - to chase it away.

     I continue to pout, lip puffed out and arms crossed as he sits down on the porch. Watching his arms flex as he pulls out his pack and lights a cigarette doesn't help the burning need in my stomach. The sight of the grey smoke leaking from his mouth doesn't help either.

     "Come here, pretty girl. Stop pouting." I - mostly - do as I'm told. I sulk over to him, sliding myself between his knees. They lock around me, squeezing me a bit when I'm in place. "You are spoiled, you know that?" He asks, resting his smoke between his lips before messing with his belt.

     "I know," I whisper, a smile quickly replacing my previous pout. My hands slide over Shikamaru's hair, quickly finding the hair tie keeping it in place. I carefully work the elastic band off, his hair following down once it's let loose. He looks so pretty with his hair down, I wish he'd wear it loose more often.

     Once his pants are undone, warm hands collide with my waist, pulling me into his lap. "Be good and sit still, okay?"

     "What do I get if I do?" I ask, my fingers nimble as I pull him out of his boxers again.

     "Can't you behave because I asked?"

     "No," I answer back, the word coming out airy as I slide down onto him. My hands lace strands of his hair around my fingers before I shift myself into a comfortable spot. Once I'm comfortable, I settle down, making sure I do as I'm told. I can't survive being denied an orgasm again.

     Shika's eyes are closed and his jaw is shut tight. A mix of still present sensitivity and his will to fight slipping being the cause of it. "Just... be good, be my pretty girl." Shivers slide down my spine. I don't know how after all these years being called his pretty girl still gets to me.

     When his eyes snap open, they settle on me. Shikamaru's free hand wraps around my throat, squeezing it gently. My mouth parts, obeying my newest taught command. "At least you learn quickly," he murmurs, following his new routine. A long drag is inhaled from his cigarette before he exhales it into my mouth. "Hold it, pretty girl."

     I reluctantly do as I'm told, snapping my mouth shut to try and hold the smoke in my lungs better. This is a test, a lose-lose situation so Shikamaru has an excuse to continue being mean. The want to squirm builds up with my need for oxygen, and he knows it. He knows I'll either squirm or exhale before being allowed to. Shika won't admit it but he likes me bratting just as much as I like doing it. It's not stimulating enough for him when I behave.

     My lungs win out before my hips do, the smoke seeping out as I suck in a needy breath. "Why can't you just be good?"

     Tap, tap, tap.

     This time the redirection is emphasized by small sparks jumping from his cigarette, colliding with my dress before snuffing themselves out. This catches Shikamaru's attention, getting me a pushed-up dress with my thighs exposed. The spot of our connection catches in my view, tugging a soft moan from my throat.

     The promise of getting burned again today drains more arousal into my stomach, causing me to pulse around Shika. His hand squeezes my throat again, but I waiver in my submission. "This isn't a fair game, sir."

     "So? Whoever said I played fair? Don't squirm and don't exhale unless I say so. Just be a good girl." The smirk on his face makes me tingle more. This is the true punishment for being a brat earlier. I made him work to get off, so now he's going to be mean and unfair.

     Two soft squeezes dip into my skin, and again I'm reluctant, but my mouth does fall open. Two deep drags are sucked into Shika's lungs, a promise of an even harder task to keep a hold of. The smoke is pushed into my lungs again, burning the whole way down.

     A pout slides onto my face when I snap my mouth closed, but Shikamura doesn't care. He's going to win and we both know it. His fingers slide over my neck, tickling my skin to push my failure forward.

     When that doesn't work, an unneeded flick of his cigarette happens, nicking my thighs with small sparks; that does work. My thighs jerk, closing around Shika's torso before falling up.

Tap, tap. Tap, tap.

     The soft smacks cause more sparks to settle onto my skin, causing me to jerk again. The cycle repeats twice more before I'm given some relief. "Exhale, pretty girl." Once again I quickly push the smoke out and suck in a sharp breath.

     I force my pout out deeper, adding a soft whine to it. "Stop whining. Spoiled brats whine. If you were less spoiled you wouldn't be in this position."

     "It's your fault I'm spoiled," I huff, adding a soft tug to the strains of hair caught in my grasp.

     "I know," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You still lost though," Shikamaru adds before taking a dying drag of his cigarette.

     "Because you're being mean," I answer, tugging on his hair again.

     "I know," he repeats, shoving the butt against the porch step before testing it against his finger. Once he's happy with the temperature, he pushes the dying stick into the side of my thigh, stamping small heated circles along my skin. The soft sizzling of my skin causes my leg to jerk away again.

Tap, tap.

     Despite my misbehavior, the circles making my skin raw are followed by light kisses being pressed into my neck. "Do you promise to be my pretty girl now? Are you going to be good?"

     "Yes sir," I answer, burying my head into the crook of his neck.

     "I don't believe you," Shika says, the almost dead heat now being pressed into my hip. "Make me believe you and I'll spend the rest of the night making you feel good."

     "Promise?"

     "I promise, pretty girl."

     "I'll be good, sir. I promise. I'll behave. I'll do everything you say."

     "I still don't believe you." Yes, he does. I know he does cause his arms wrap around my back, and hold me closer to his chest. He wants me to beg, he wants to hear my desperation.

     "Please Shikamaru? I want you to make me feel good. I need you to make me feel good. Pretty please?" He twitches in me, I win.

     "You're spoiled," he reminds me once again tonight. Shika lifts me, keeping himself buried in me as he carries me inside. I am spoiled.

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[liminsendhelp]

Hobie × Stranger. Part One

Where she appears as an inexorable omen

I translate with the help of a translator and my meager knowledge of English, all the marks are not on purpose and I am already ashamed of them. Have a good read.

Final warning. If you don't like anilingus on men, don't read!

Chest heaving with excitement. The wheezing and moaning. Head spinning, empty of thoughts and full of chemistry.

At every concert, Hobie is sober - to do otherwise would be disrespectful. He honestly hasn't been drinking this time either, he just can't escape the intoxicating pressure. The weight and warmth on his skin, on his tongue, on his voice.

They're in a place awfully small to be a full dressing room. Yet quite spacious enough to accommodate a couch.

Hobie feels a terrible heat at every point where their bodies touch. She's wearing a loose T-shirt and wide, rough fabric jeans.

He's not sure if she's wearing panties. Hobie has never once seen them. Or her face.

A month ago she just showed up at one of the concerts. Came up afterward, when he was signing autographs in the pattern of kissing cheeks, foreheads, noses with a dark lipstick imprint to anyone who wanted one.

She wore a mask that hid everything but the lower part of her face. Her mouth was filled with that sly contentment that only beasts of prey have. Seeing her among those wanting an autograph, Hobie joked back, hinting that a kiss on the lips was for a second date. A sharp smirk hiding equally sharp teeth settled heavily on the bottom of his stomach as she licked, throwing back her head and pointing to her neck. His weak spot. If ever Hobie had to fight against a Neck Supervillain, he'd go over to the side of evil.

To the hooting of his band, who were also 'signing' their lipstick autographs, and the fans who froze in anticipation, Hobie leaned into her neck. Her hands were immediately on his shoulders, pulling him in with a nudge. To leave a good mark without ducking his lips, Hobie had to place his hand gently on the back of her neck.

When he pulled away, looking at her satisfied smile, she patted Hobie's shoulders patronizingly and touched the bottom of his chin with a bent finger. Her action provoked another wave of satisfied humming.

She grinned unhappily as she watched their reaction, pulling Hobie's face to hers.

"I didn't mean it like that, sorry, dear," she hissed in his ear, "I didn't mean to embarrass you"

Hobie nodded, straightening up. His band really was, to downplay the reality of the obviously overexcited.

"Perverts," he threw at the roaring faces, curving his lips.

"Come on, Hobbs," someone in the crowd barked.

When he turned back around, the girl was gone. They dragged him off to sign autographs and then to the nearest underground club to get drunk. By the end of the night, Hobie had relaxed and seemed to let go of what had happened.

But lying on the couch in the dressing room, he remembered her over and over again. Fickleness, directness, imperturbability, unwantedness - he was spinning the words in his head, thinking how quickly he had fallen for the charisma and tangible authority of this girl. How quickly he'd gone over to the waves of her displeasure. It wasn't in his principles. He didn't take direct edicts. Nor did he perceive indirect ones.

Hobie Brown listened to no one.

"Louder, Hobie, louder for me," A husky whisper into his ear and his cock pressed against the hard denim of her pants.

He feels so vulnerable, so he moans out loud.

Her satisfied throat humming makes him want to cum on the spot. She swings slowly between his legs, pressing her weight against him. Her teeth scratch his neck. She runs her fingers through Hobie's hair, digging her nails into his scalp and pressing his head down. Her right cheek kisses the soft padding while his balls tighten as hot fingers lie just below his scrotum, teasing.

She lifts Hobie's leg in the air, throwing it over her shoulder. Kissing the bare dark skin, stroking her thighs, biting. The head burns when her hand rests on his cock. Hobie slides his hand under her t-shirt, scratching her back with desire to fight back.

But this tenderness in controlling touches. This craving for him. Not lust, pure waves of adoration. He feels ennobled and idolized, watching growing toothy smile on her face.

The next day, Hobie spotted her as he came out of the dressing room - actually an old converted staff room. Her gloved hand was clutching a mug of coffee, their old bartender Stan laughing squeakily at her joke.

Was she following him?

"What's up, America?" Hobie tossed in their direction. Stan turned to him, smiling.

"Still crawling, Hobie. Finally got your ass to us," Stan turned to her, tilting his head, "Long, but thin..."

"I understand. Windblown thing," she hissed. Hobie missed the old joke, taking a seat next to her.

Stan retreated to the kitchen for a second mug of coffee. Hobie watched her twirling hers in her hands without looking away.

She'd never once removed her mask in front of him. Hobie could feel the evaporation on her bare skin, much less her face under the tight fabric. But, shit, she was sweating so beautifully.

Hobie stared at the droplets running down her exposed neck as he gasped at the sensation of the clenching spring of arousal. Calloused palms traveled over ribs and belly, back to hips, ankles, stopping at his cock. She didn't touch fully, leaving a promise of power.

Oh, Hobie knew what those hands could do.

Every morning she appeared at the bar. Every morning of the week, no matter who he fought, no matter how much or where he slept, Hobie kept her company.

He asked her name, but the answer "Jane Doe" did not satisfy him in any way. She asked him not to call her "Mask," "Hey, you," not to label her, not to give her nicknames.

Not to label her. Hobie respected that.

Her hands were gloved. Leather and scuffed or thick black cloth. Either way, she took them off when she ate. Hobie pretended not to notice the scars on her knuckles.

One day she came in wearing work gloves, with a bloody face and hands. Her sharp pinkish teeth, bared when she smiled, imprinted somewhere behind his ribs. She wouldn't let Hobie or Stan treat her wounds, but agreed to wash herself in the staff bathroom.

When Hobie went outside, there was no one there. The closed trash can confused him, obeying his instincts he removed the lid, meeting his gaze with the guys beaten into mush.

Naked and bound, they lay curled up in bags of garbage. Hobie pulled a ball of cloth out of one boy's mouth.

"Please," he said weakly.

"What happened?" Hobi asked with a look of disinterest on his face.

"We were attacked," the shaky voice and general look would have relieved Hobie on any other day. But now he felt the lie in his words, "robbed and...You see it yourself," the guy bent down and coughed, spitting up blood. Hobie unfolded the piece of cloth, thinking of giving it to him, but stopped, examining the embroidered emblem. "Oscorp."

What a clever girl she is.

Hobie crumpled the cloth in his hand, shoving it back into the boy's mouth. He punched the jaw gently, only to knock out the battered meat. Hobie tilted his head back, checking both his pulse and the presence of the chip in the back of his head. Both bodies lacked hard seals, but a wound the width of one bloody finger was present. Due to the general condition of the holey sieve, it was difficult to find them at once, even assuming their presence. But she'd left a clue. Wanted Hobie to understand. He closed the lid, covered the tank with webs, and headed back to Stan.

Now Hobie saw the picture of what had happened.

And was betting his head that She was an escaped experiment.

He tweaks his toes and pulls her harder against him. Hobie shakes in the endless rocking rhythm with which the strong thigh in the rough fabric massages his crotch. She's still pressing and sliding her teeth over his neck and collarbones. Hobie is still trying not to scream or gasp. If she doesn't stop he'll go crazy.

But tonight, Hobie has lost the urge. He has to cum without touching his cock.

Sadist.

Hobie reaches for her belt, scratching her sweaty back in passing, and she stops for a second, watching.

He pushes the belt into her hands, presses his wrists against each other, and reaches forward. A sharp smile and moist lips open to whisper mockingly.

"You're so pretty like that"

She begins to straddle his wrists, never stopping talking about how good and beautiful and delicious he is. How beautiful his skin is, how softly his moans flow, how she's ready to keep torturing him until she hears the pleading. With each word, she growls harder and harder. Hobie only whimpers and raises his eyes to the ceiling.

When his hands are firmly bound, she bites his calf, runs her nose over it, and kisses his knee.

"Hobie?"

He can only shift his gaze expectantly to her.

"You can call me Mania."

She lifts him into the air, gently flipping him onto his stomach, kneels down and lies on top of him. The first bite comes on the scruff of his neck, and Hobie's voice trails off as she feels her palm on the base of his cock. She methodically brings them into a past rhythm, causing Hobie to leave pre-ejaculate on the upholstery of the couch. Her tongue becomes thick and long. Hobie can't hold back a whimper as he realizes what follows.

This is the second time in his life he's cleaned his gut and the first one didn't put him in at all. But shit, she, Mania, pushes her knee between his thighs, rubs her denim against the sensitive skin of his balls.

He shaves his scrotum for her! He shaved his legs! Completely out of his mind. Hobie's known her for a fucking month. Desperate idiot.

Mania licks, bites the back of his neck, back, shoulders and pulls lightly on the earring. Her right thumb circles his tip. Her left hand guides Hobie's ass, holding him close to her knee on each thrust.

He moozes and sobs. Resting his face in his hands, he bites the leather of his belt.

Hobie feels that fiery tongue all over his body, and freezes in painful anticipation as Mania descends to his pelvis. She sits back on her heels, pulling his hips toward her. Her heated tongue licks his legs and wraps around his cock, squeezing, sliding up to his anus and pressing lightly.

Hobie chokes out a groan, swallowing viscous saliva as Mania laughs quietly at his reaction.

"So good," she hisses.

Hobi opens his mouth to finally force her into action.

"Mania!" he moans as her tongue slips inside, immediately starting the motion.

Liquid fire slides inside him nonstop. Hobi feels wide palms on his thighs. The claws on Mania's fingers lightly graze his skin.

Hobie is sputtering from the inside out, but he wants more. He's weak. The thought of her claws on his neck makes Hobie start to pitch backward.

Mania's behind growls in unison with his increasing moans.

She picks up his rhythm, holding on even as Hobie starts to buck. Mania increases the amplitude of her tongue movements time after time, hitting his prostate. Hobie doesn't remember himself, doesn't know the moment he started repeating her name over and over again.

Claws dig into dark sweaty skin as she hears this mantra. Mania clutches his legs, speeding up. Her tongue vibrates, pressing precisely on his prostate.

Saliva drips down it. Her right hand collects it from the inside of his thighs, and wraps around his cock. Mania's movements don't feel like anything gentle or sexual. She is consuming him, reveling in the reaction. She literally wants his whole body. All of him.

Hobie is ready to give it to her.

The sharp claw barely touches him, moving down his shaft to his stomach as Hobi gives in. Mania moves her left palm flat on his buttock, squeezing. The other hand leaves light scratches on his back, more forcing him to sag, to submit to her tongue harder.

He clenches at an incredible rate, shuddering and screaming through his teeth as she continues to devouring him.

The tongue leaves his body, and a second later he's on his back again, beneath the dark and willing creature. Mania closes her hand around his throat, almost pressing her forehead against Hobie's. He's still cumming. There is no semen, but his orgasm holds him in its grip, left knotted in Mania's fist. She jerks him off at a furious pace, watching his open mouth and watery eyes.

"Louder, my love, louder."

He seems to be turning into a string, putting the last of his strength into his scream. Perhaps Hobie is still screaming her name.

The dark shroud of arousal before his eyes turns to the blackness of blackout.

At the other end of consciousness, Hobie feels Mania shuddering above him, finding her orgasm in his pleasure.

He sleeps until noon the next day.

[gensokyogains]

You knew this job was strange from the start.

You'd been told to make a delivery to Eientei, a simple task of bringing the head of the household a meal. It was a box of doughnuts, simple enough to carry them. Yet, despite the ease of the job, you'd been the only one to take up the easy paying job. Everyone else had some excuse to turn it down, leaving you the only one left to take it.

For some reason, you swore you felt pitying eyes on your back as you left.

The feeling of dread hadn't receded as you'd marched through the bamboo forest, the manor looming through the branches. It was getting late, the moon rising behind Eientei and casting you in it's shadow as you approached. Passing through the empty courtyard, you approached the doors.

The instructions had been clear. You do not need to wait to be greeted. Sliding the paper door open, you step inside. It's deathly quiet, not a single sound from the hall. Looking to your left and right, you glance around until the smallest noise reaches your ears. Too faint to recognize what it was, you nonetheless took it as a sign of habitation and started walking that way.

Drawing nearer, the sound becomes more clear. It's the creaking of wood, as if an enormous weight were pressing down on floorboards again and again. Rounding the corner, you blink, finally face to face with your employer.

To say she was big would be an understatement. You had never even imagined a person could be so hugely obese. Even clad in luxurious robes tailored to her enormity, nothing could hide the sheer volume of space she occupied. Flooding the hallway with her girth, hips grazing the walls either side of her, you watched as she took sleepy steps forward. The creaking wasn't just the slap of her fat feet against the floor, but her belly dragging along it as well, gut hanging so low and so far that it held her up as much as her limbs.

One hand resting on a breast that weighed as much as you did, the other rubbing at her eyes, she peered at you as you stood there dumbfounded. Looking to the box in your hand, she smiled.

"Oh, you must be my delivery."

Before you could gather your wits, the breath left your body as Kaguya stepped forward. Her stomach overwhelmed you immediately, your footing lost as she squashed into you. Covering you up to your chest in heavy flab, you struggled to do anything. Reaching out, she took the box of doughnuts from you. Flipping the lid, revealing at least fifty pastries glistening in the moonlight, she licked her lips.

And deftly fed you one. Cramming it into your mouth, you sputtered, trying to spit it out. Laying the box on her stomach, her free hand reached up to pinch your nose. Suffocating under the doughnut, your only choice was to swallow.

"I'm so glad you got here just in time, I was so bored."

You hack out a cough, and feel your eyes widen. It's impossible to see beneath the flab that Kaguya is pinning you with, but something feels different. Your body feels heavier, and as you glance down at your arms they grow thicker and rounder, wrists gaining new padding as your fingers puff up. Everything about you feels heavier, more plush, and in your shock Kaguya easily feeds you another doughnut.

"I knew they'd deliver me someone cute if I asked~ My usual playthings are indisposed, so I needed a new one to entertain me tonight." She giggles as you start to swell up again, feeding you more and more. "So don't disappoint me~"

You try to fight back, but it's hard. Maybe if you had responded immediately you could have lashed out, but now the lethargy of these strange pastries has settled in. Your arms muster no strength as they fight back, unable to pry Kaguya's hands away from your face. Every bite you take makes them look more and more like her own, and you feel your torso grow heavier. Beneath the landslide of the princess's stomach, your stance grows wider, thickening thighs blowing up and squishing together.

But that gives you a chance as well.

Swallowing down the last doughnut, growing just a bit heavier, you mange to shove Kaguya back with just your weight alone. As she stumbles away from you, her own blubbery body wobbling, you can see more clearly the damage she's done to you. Your stomach sits heavily against your legs, a mound of dough that reaches far enough to round you out, wobbling as you take ragged breaths. With hips reaching out as far as your arm span, the plush side rolls prop up your limbs, forcing your tubby arms to rest at awkward angles at your side. You lumber forward to feel your ass shake, as wide as a wagon as you fight to start moving. Thighs as wide around as trees slap against each other, rubbing harshly as you start to stumble away.

"Hmm~? Where are you going? You haven't even had half of them yet~"

You're slow, as would be expected of someone so outrageously fat, but the living mountain pursuing you is even slower. The gap between the two of you widens, and soon you can see it. The door to the outside. Huffing, tubby cheeks flushed red, you rip open the door and take a step forward. The cool night arm caresses your new blubber, tantalizingly promising safety-

WHUMP!

You blink, wondering why you aren't going anywhere, why you aren't escaping to freedom, when it dawns on you. Looking down, your hands reach to either side of you. Your thick, hanging love handles are wedged in the door, caught between the meat of your hips and the wooden frame. You slap the walls, struggling, huffing and panting as you fight to squeeze, but it's impossible. The amount of girth that stops you from leaving is more than just an inch or two, and no amount of struggle is cramming you past that.

You hear a giggle behind you and your blood runs cold. You feel her enormously soft belly squish into your back, the sensation of two marshmallows pressing on each other as she leans in and drapes herself over you. The frame creaks with the added weight, but to your dismay doesn't break. A tubby arm reaches around your shoulder, force feeding you yet another doughnut as you whimper.

"Dinner and a show~? You're too good at this~ I really want to have some fun with you now~"

You try to scream, to cry, to do anything to call for aid, but you only muffle out a response through a mouthful of pastries before Kaguya drags you back into the mansion, the door to Eientei slamming shut behind you.

[dracoqueen22]

For @fuzipenguin who prompted: 'Rude/Cloud/Reno, the exception, not the rule'

They always share. 

That’s the rule. Rude always shares with Reno, and Reno always shares with Rude, and they never share more than once because no one else actually matters. They’re toys or distractions or brief surges of lust. 

But it figures pretty boy Cloud would be the one exception. This is… what? The fifth time they’ve had that blond bastard between them? Rude would know; Reno’s lost count. There’s something about him that they just can’t quit. 

Like right now. 

Cloud’s naked, bouncing up and down on Rude’s cock like it’s his job, his wrists cuffed behind his back and sweat sheening all over that pale skin of his. Pale, unmarked skin because fuck Soldiers and their super-fast healing. Bastard doesn’t have a single scar on him. 

Rude’s leaned back in the chair, all comfortable, but still wearing his suit. Took off the jacket because cumstains are a bitch to get out, and he’s rolled up his sleeves the way he knows Reno likes, but he’d only opened his pants enough to get his cock out and into Cloud. 

Fuck, it just don’t get better than this. 

Reno finally stands from where he’s been watching the show. He takes the last swig of his beer and sets it aside. Rude looks at him – not Cloud, despite all that muscle twitching, soft whimpering he’s making – and Rude’s eyes are an invitation. So Reno strolls on over and leans on Rude’s shoulder, whispers in his partner’s ear all seductive-like. 

“How’s he feel?” he asks with a friendly nip to Rude’s ear. 

Those big hands tighten on Cloud’s waist. Pull him back and into stillness so Rude can push up for a nice and deep grind. 

“Tight,” Rude grunts, his thumbs pressing dimples to the left and right of Cloud’s spine. 

“Better than me?” Reno asks, not because he’s suddenly feeling replaced, but because it makes Cloud tighten up when they talk about him like he isn’t there. 

Rude chuffs. “Don’t be stupid.” He plants his feet and thrusts up, jolting a cry out of Cloud from behind clenched teeth. “You want him next?” 

“Nope.” Reno pops the word and nips Rude’s ear. “I want him now.” 

Rude’s breathing hitches. There’s a bead of sweat on his forehead that Reno tastes with his lips. “I’m not done.” 

Yeah, but sharing is caring, right? 

“His mouth’s free, ain’t it?” Reno asks, and both of them shudder at that – Rude all over as he drags Cloud down for another one of those deep grinds he likes, and Cloud visibly tensing, his fingers curling into tight fists as he fights off a moan. 

Reno doesn’t wait for an answer. He strides around so he can see Cloud’s face, and his dick, already frustrated at not getting wet inside a squirming blond, gives a hard twitch and blurt of pre. 

Cloud looks wrecked. The kind of wrecked Reno feels after a good dicking from Rude, face all flushed, hair limp, cock purple and dripping, nipples tight and red from Rude playing with ‘em earlier, eyes all bright but hazy. He’s trying to glare at Reno, and it’s a pretty cute attempt. Cloud always acts like this, like he didn’t show up on their doorstep specifically to get fucked unconscious. Like he’s their dirty little secret and it’s not the other way around. 

“How about it, soldier boy?” Reno asks as he gets a grip of Cloud’s chin and runs the pad of his thumb over Cloud’s lower lip. “Your mouth good for more than bullshit?” 

Cloud’s tongue flicks over the tip of Reno's thumb. He’s trying to glare again, but his breathing is all quick and hot. “Is yours?”  

Reno barks a laugh. “My mouth is the best in this room,” he declares, which Rude agrees with a hum. “But you haven’t earned that yet.” 

He keeps hold of Cloud’s jaw, tilts his head down to watch as Reno thumbs open his belt, his button, his zipper, lets his pants sag down and his dick pop free. He gives himself a stroke and squeeze, pre spilling out around the ring in his slit. 

“Come on,” Reno purrs as he pulls Cloud’s head down and Rude helps out, the way a best partner does, until Cloud’s right where he needs to be, staring right at Reno’s dick. “Give him a lick like a good boy.” 

Reno says ‘lick’. He expects the bright-eyed glare that flicks up at him. He waits for the muttered sarcastic comment. He is not ready for the way Cloud attacks his dick like a starving man at a buffet. Cloud gobbles him down like he’s not happy without a dick in his mouth, no finesse, no style, just straight up tongue and throat, and Reno’s knees go weak. 

“Fuck,” he breathes and buries his hands in silky blond hair. He’s got Cloud’s nose in his pubes, and Cloud’s throat tight around his dick, and he doesn’t know if he’s going to last. 

Especially not when Rude fucks Cloud forward, like he’s fucking Cloud onto Reno’s dick, and it’s just like that. Because Reno rocks his hips, matches Rude’s rhythm like the partners they are, and there Cloud is, spitroasted between them like he belongs there. 

Never more than once, they told each other. Never more than once, but here Cloud is for the sixth or seventh time, and Reno already knows there’s gonna be an eighth. Cloud’s gonna show up again, looking all wet and pathetic and greedy, and Reno’s gonna haul him inside, shove his tongue down Cloud’s throat right before Rude drags them both off to bed. 

It’s inevitable. 

***

[twisted-tales-told]

10. i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.

!! :)

Here it is! It ended up being wolfstar, I've never written them before so this was very exciting!

Cw: Hospitals, drunken stupidity, tears of drunken stupidity (aka I present to you sad drunk Sirius Black.) Also I wrote this through my brain fog, and I really hope it's readable.

“I can’t believe we’re here,” Sirius groans, laying in a hospital bed. 

“You’re the one who thought it would be a good idea to try playing quidditch blindfolded,” James scoffs, sitting in the chair on the other side of Regulus with an ice pack pressed to his forehead. 

“And drunk,” Regulus adds with a glare directed towards them both. “You,” he points right at Sirius, “are still drunk, so shut up.” 

“Fine,” Sirius mimics back in Regulus’ voice. 

“Stop it or I’m calling Remus. Actually someone should call Remus.” 

“No,” James and Sirius say at the same time. 

“He’s going to give us that look, and tell us he’s disappointed in us.” Sirius grumbles. 

Regulus seems to nearly lose it at that. “You have a second grade concussion, Sirius. You’re going to be home from work for at least two weeks, how are you going to hide that? How are you–’ Before he can keep going the door to their room opens and in storms Marlene Mikinnon. 

“What the bloody hell happened?” She demands. “You left the pub less than an hour ago!”

“How’d you even know we’re here?” James complains, before wincing at the sudden movement and gripping his ribs. 

“That’s it, you’re getting checked out too. Come on,” Regulus drags James by the hand out of the room and towards the nurses station. 

Marlene turns back to Sirius, “You lot need parental supervision, where’s Remus.”

“I haven’t called him yet,” Sirius picks at the blanket. 

“Why not? He’s your emergency contact they’re going to tell him anyways.” 

“Let them do it then," he shugs, trying to keep his voice neutral. Marlene doesn’t buy it.

“Sirius, what? Why don’t you want to call Remus? She laughs a little, and something in Sirius’ chest burns. It could be the alcohol but it's been a long night and his head hurts, he really just wants to be left alone.

“Nothing, Marls, it's fine, just drop it.” 

“For the love of–I’d throw my shoe at you right now if you weren’t lying in a fucking hospital bed.” 

“Good to know that to avoid your wrath all I need to do is get severely injured."

“Stop avoiding the question,” she asks, sitting down on the edge of his bed. “Why don’t you want to call Remus?” 

“Because…” Sirius mutters, staring determinately at his hands, “he’s going to call me an idiot.” He hates that there are tears welling up behind his eyes, god this isn't the time. “He’s right, I was being an idiot. I did something stupid and reckless and he’s going to give me shit for it.” 

“Oh you poor babe,” Marlene comes to sit on the edge of his bed. “You’re drunk, call your boyfriend.” 

“I’ll call my boyfriend when I wanna call him, thanks.” He ignores the way his words are slurring together and crosses his arms over his chest—also ignoring the way the movement makes his body scream in complaint.

Unfortunately, said boyfriend shows up right as the words leave him, and the sight of an unkept, just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-very-stressed Remus Lupin is enough to make Sirius fold.

“Love, what the fuck.” Remus sighs, plopping onto the side of the bed Marlene’s not on. He takes in the gauze around Sirius’ head and the bruises on his face with a crinkle in his brow. 

The lump rises in Sirius’ throat and he tries so hard not to say it. But when Remus drags the tip of his fingers over one of the tougher bruises on his cheek, the tears slip out. “Please don’t call me an idiot,” his voice comes out very small and very pathetic, which only makes him cry harder. Marlene lets out a not-so-subtle laugh and Remus shoots her a glare with only a little heat in it, and she excuses herself from the room, still giggling.

“Pads–what? I don’t think you’re an idiot.” Remus moves closer until he’s lying down in the bed next to him. “What happened? You were literally going out for a quick drink.” 

Sirius turns so his face is buried in Remus' shoulder, “you can’t laugh at me.” 

“I won’t laugh,” Remus promises, shifting to get comfortable on the bed with Sirius comfortable in his arms. 

“So, I–I might have thought it was a good idea to play quidditch with James…while drunk.” 

Remus presses his lips together, and gives a slight nod, “seems reasonable, you and Prongs often do come up with...creative ideas together.” 

“Blindfolded,” Sirius finishes, cringing at the way Remus stills and looks him right in the eye. He's is able to maintain his deadpan face for exactly one moment of eye contact before his shoulders start to shake with laughter. 

“Stop it!” Sirius demands, though his face betrays him by breaking out into a smile and laughter of his own. “It was so dangerous, and–and James got stuck in a tree. Regulus is pissed.”

Remus is still laughing, he tries to contain it but the moment they meet eyes again they’re both absolutely losing it. It’s only when a nurse comes in with a noise complaint that they’re able to get themselves under control.

[delirious-donna]

What Did You Call Me? [Gaara]

Oct. 26 - Gaara x female reader

A moment of passion turns into something dark and twisted when you let slip a new pet name. Rather than be repulsed, it strikes a match against a primal part of Gaara's soul.

warnings: daddy kink, riding, mating press, orgasm denial, overstimulation, marking, praise, Gaara snapping like an elastic band

Masterlist

The night had started much like so many before had, coaxing your overtired husband away from the study and into your awaiting bed.

Helping him undress to petulant moans that he was perfectly capable of getting ready for bed on his own, yet you knew he didn’t really mean it. Of course, he was capable of going through the motions of stripping out of his clothes and stepping into the loose black pants that he favoured, but he adored being cared for.

You weren’t babying him, only demonstrating how deeply you loved him. That he would never go forgotten, you were there to ensure he did not stay at his desk well into the night and although he feigned his grumbles, you could always see the appreciation in his drowsy eyes.

Tonight, they were jewel bright and sharp, they followed you around the room whilst you went through your own nightly routine. Gaara always looked the most relaxed in these moments, the minutes before you were both tucked up in bed. An arm resting behind his head, sheets barely covering up to his hips and that faint pink that would tip his ears each time you bent over to put something away.

“Gaara, I need you.”

You whispered into the darkness, a palm inching across the expanse of his chest as you rolled over to face him. Drowsy eyes blinked, a soft smile painting his lips and he hummed an unknown melody as your lips sought him out in eagerness.

He tasted spicy, bursts of cardamom upon your tongue and you swallowed his groan of surprise at how hard you pressed against him. Slipping inside his mouth to flick your tongue against his, travelling the expanse of his teeth before sucking on his lower lip.

“Where do you need me, my sunshine?”

The words were offered between kisses, small bursts of moments to allow for the much-needed air to fill your lungs. You felt overpowered by how rapidly this fiery need consumed you, it had not been on your mind prior to settling into Gaara’s protective side, but something about his familiar scent and warmth had sent you reeling.

With a leg draped over his own, you rolled further over to straddle his lap fully and dragged your slit across the stirring of his erection.

“Does this answer your question, my love?”

Gaara grunted a short sharp exhale as his hands flew to your waist and stroked your sides. Your fingers sought out his red locks, working them through his hair until you were tugging. Shifting the angle of his face, letting yourself fall back to the kisses that were stealing away your remaining sanity.

His fingers teased at the underside of your breasts, letting the roughened pads slowly slide up until he could lower your nightdress and bare them to his hungry gaze. A thumb swiped over the stiffened peak, making you jolt and roll your hips further down on his awakening cock.

Gaara was swept into your ardent passion, little bolts of lightning running up his spine at how wonderful you always made him feel. How needed, desired and wanted he was to you. He could spend an age loving you, worshipping your body like you were some higher deity, but he sensed your urgency tonight.

Feeling between your bodies, skimming his fingers across the damp cotton of your panties, he lowered his pants enough to let his cock spring free. His hand made to wrap around the base but you beat him to it, your much smaller fingers tightening around his shaft until he was biting his lip to halt the moans that were close to bubbling free.

“You’re so eager tonight, what has gotten into you?”

“Nothing yet, but I’m hoping you’ll let me sink on this beautiful cock if I ask nicely enough?” you quipped back, lighting up at the chuckle of laughter that greeted you.

His thumb pressed beneath the edge of your panties, gathering the strands of slick already painting your folds before pushing towards your clit. Soft circular movements, letting you whimper with need whilst your fingers clutched into his shoulders and lips popped open in a silent moan.

“Be my guest, sunshine,” he said with a rasp.

You were shifting, moving around to help with pressing your soaked panties to the side and guiding him to where you needed him most. Savouring the feel of slicking his cock along your wetness until he locked into place and your hips ground down.

Gaara’s grip moved to your waist, down to your hips and helped you fuck yourself on the tip of his cock. Working your pussy open with the steady roll of your hips and guttural groans of delight. His gaze was even more hooded than usual, transfixed with the hand that brushed through your hair whilst the other palmed your breast.

In no time at all you were moving faster, the frenetic bounce of your hips to meet the ones below driving you onwards. Wet smacks of skin on skin grew louder with each and every descent and suddenly you could feel that familiar tingle shoot across your chest.

“Oh…” You whined, face scrunched up and Gaara bit his lip at how flushed and sexy you looked in the throes of your building ecstasy.

“Are you going to cum for me?”

Your head rolled back, fervent nods offered in reply and he assumed you won’t verbally respond as little gasps flood the air, but he is surprised when you do speak. When you offer him a name he has never heard from you before nor had he ever expected to hear in this context.

“Mmhmm. Yes, Daddy.”

The eyes that had been droopy, lazy with lust and fatigue snap wide. Strong fingers bite into the plush of your hips and force you to stop moving. You cry and whimper, your orgasm being denied and it’s like you don’t even realise what you said.

A petulant pout sits upon your lips, but Gaara is more focused on the rev within his chest. His heart feels like it might tear straight through his rib cage, a tightness that is close to painful grips his heavy balls and he sits up in a hurry.

“What did you call me?” he inquired quietly. The calm tone beneath his words has your eyes flying to his own and you recall what you had said with mortification descending upon you. Oh god, how could you have let that slip out? Sure, it was a turn-on for you but one that was embarrassing and you had never shared it with anyone, not even your husband, not til now.

“Oh shit, I - I didn’t mean to—”

Gaara cut you off by grabbing at your jaw, his thumb pressed into your cheek until your lips parted in surprise. He tilted your face from side to side, admiring you with such a wickedly sharp look that you wanted to groan but are too fearful to do so.

“Didn’t ask for excuses, now, tell me. What did you call me?” he repeated and your spine straightened at the dominance he exerts over you.

“D-Daddy.”

Your voice is meek, eyes sinking away from him and there is a click of teeth seconds before you're rolled to your back. Pressed deep into the mattress, your legs forced against your chest with Gaara securing his hands at the bend of your knees.

You had almost forgotten your lost orgasm, the release that had been so close but fluttered away when your hips had been forced to still, but with one dutiful stroke, your usually docile husband had you clawing at him.

Never had he felt so feral, so driven to consume you with every primal fibre of his being. Gaara had snapped at that one word and having never considered it as something to desire before, now, he only wanted to hear it again.

Your breasts bounced from every forceful meeting of your hips, knees pressed tightly to your body and you struggled to take air into your lungs. Every inhale was knocked straight back out with the sinful roll of his hips, and when his thumb crashed hard against your throbbing clit, you lost your mind.

Everything was in freefall, gripping him with your velvet walls as your back arched high and your throat strained taut. His weight was close to overbearing as he leaned forward to bite and suck on your lips, his mouth trailing down your neck and leaving a path of bruises - his mark of ownership - on your skin.

“That’s it sunshine, cum on Daddy’s cock. Such a good girl for me.”

You whimpered at the lust in his voice, at the deep tone that answered an instinctual call within your gut. Gaara straightened to his knees once more, driving his twitching cock deep into your walls and from this position you could watch as it disappeared into your pussy. The base was ringed in thick cream and you wriggled from the feeling of overstimulation, his cockhead rubbing incessantly against your sweet spot.

“Please… oh please. Daddy s’too much.”

He chuckled and it made you gasp, your gentle husband was gone and in his place was the man you would come to know as only Daddy.

Daddy didn’t visit often, but when he did, you couldn’t walk right for days…

[earlgreydream]

impact.

| wolfstar x reader | smut |

anon requested. marauders fucked you extra rough the night before and you wake up with a pain by your stomach. you have cervix trauma (your cervix is bruised... & impact play/knife play w the marauders but they accidentally push you too far and you end up having to go to the hospital wing...

a/n: these requests hit me so hard in the face and nothing would’ve prepared me but here we go because I want to make my angel babies happy

“That’s how you want it, hmm?” Remus teased, kissing your neck, and you squirmed in his arms. You suddenly felt embarrassed by your boyfriends’ teasing and you regretted your brutal honesty.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you whined.

“We’re not laughing, bunny.” Sirius smirked, and Remus slipped out from behind you, tying your wrists to the headboard. They may not have been laughing, but they were certainly amused, and excited.

You’d had a stressful week, and you had shyly expressed to your boyfriends that you wanted to blow off some steam with some particularly rough sex. They were always ones to push your limits and melt your mind, but you rarely asked for it overtly. When you wanted it, you favored the approach of being a brat and teasing them until they ravaged you. 

You immediately began to tug at the restraints, getting used to them. Remus and Sirius watched you with feigned disappointment, watching your pathetic squirming.

“Already struggling? We’ve not even touched you yet.” 

You stopped immediately, turning to look at Remus pathetically. He came and knelt between your legs on the bed, skimming his hands up your body and feeling you.

“Silly girl, you ask for things and then struggle when we give them to you,” Remus mocked gently, and when you opened your mouth to object and defend yourself, he slapped the inside of your thigh. 

“We’re going to mark you up all pretty with bruises, make your body like a painting,” Sirius hummed, biting your skin lightly as he fondled your chest, getting you wet and squirmy. He was rough with you, liking to hear little pained, pleasured noises. It was all teeth and pinching, hickeys dotting your skin. 

Every time you made a noise from Sirius’ torture, Remus landed another slap to your body, leaving red handprints and light bruises rising to the surface. He knew how hard he could smack you without truly hurting you, and you trusted him, even if it frightened you in the moment. 

You squeaked as Sirius’ teeth grazed along your breast, lightly biting down on your nipple. He smirked and Remus pinched your clit, making you jolt. Sirius laughed darkly at your reaction, reveling in the sight of your torture. 

They continued on for much longer than you had anticipated or desired. They finally let up when you were begging them to fuck you. You were exhausted with pent-up need, and you wanted to release it and let your stress fade.

“Oh, bunny, are you all needy for our cocks?” Sirius teased, lightly pinching you and making you whine.

“M’so achey, I need you,” you pouted, desperate tears welling in your eyes.

“Crying for us to fuck you like a cockslut,” Remus rarely joined Sirius in degradation, but you were living for it. It was making arousal drip down your thighs and onto the bed sheets, and you pushed your hips up into his hand.  

“Be patient.” Remus lightly smacked your sex, pulling a choked moan from you. 

“Who do you want to fuck you first?” Sirius asked, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look him in the eyes. 

“Remus,” you whispered, earning a smile from the other boy. 

“Siri,” you whined when he pulled away from you.

“What, bunny?”

“Kiss me?” your eyes widened, and his stormy eyes softened slightly, dropping the bratty dom act. He leaned in and gently kissed you, swallowing the noise you made when Remus bent your knees to your chest.

“Fuck, daddy,” you yelped as he didn’t let you adjust, forcing himself into you all at once. 

“Pretty girls don’t use foul language like that. You know better.” Sirius smacked your cheek just hard enough to sting. Your eyes watered from the impact, and you hated that you loved it. 

“M’sorry,” you got out between Remus’ rough thrusts. He pulled nearly all the way out of you every time, hitting deep. You knew he went easier than Sirius, and your mind was spinning with adrenaline and anticipation. You were tight around him and the slight burning slowly eased, but didn’t disappear as he kept fucking into you.

“Play with her clit, Pads, let her get off at least once tonight. She’s been good taking all that,” Remus instructed the other boy. You tugged at your hands, wanting to grab the sheets to ground you as Sirius rubbed quick circles on your clit. He knew exactly how to touch you to rip an orgasm from you as quickly as possible, and you were coming within minutes, squeezing tightly around Remus as he continued to thrust.

“No more, Siri, please,” you begged as he stimulated you, and Remus pushed his hand away as he sheathed himself fully in you before pumping you full of his seed. He came deep inside of you, and you moaned loudly at the sensation. 

He pulled out of you, undoing the ties at your wrists. You went limp, and Sirius smirked. 

“No, bunny, you’re not done. C’mon, on your knees.” He flipped you face down and dragged your hips back, pulling you onto your knees and elbows. 

“I want to hear you scream.”

Without warning, Sirius was slamming into you from behind, somehow going even rougher than Remus had. His thrusts were fast and powerful, hitting deep parts of you that you didn’t even know existed.

As promised, Sirius had you screaming into the mattress, your fingers clawing at crimson sheets. Remus was making out with him over you, and you shuddered from the delicious pain that spiked through your body. You were moaning and whining, barely able to hold yourself up before he was done with you. 

You were relieved when Sirius finally hit his orgasm, the snapping of his hips against your ass ceasing. Your breathing was ragged and uneven as he let you down, Remus helping clean the three of you up. 

You collapsed when Sirius let go of your hips, curling up into a ball in the bed. Your entire body was throbbing and aching, and exhaustion seeped into your veins, dragging you into a heavy sleep. You were content, the stressful week gone, and all that was left was the feeling of your two boyfriends.

The boys took care of you affectionately before curling up in bed with you, pressing kisses to your cheeks, even in your dreamy state.

You struggled to wake up, your body feeling heavy with lethargy. Remus tried to get you up, and you refused to move from the warmth under the duvet. You were aching between your legs, and as you moved, you felt a sharp pain shoot deep in your belly. A whimper escaped your lips, and the boys teasing as they tried to get you up disappeared.

“Y/N, darling, what’s wrong?” Sirius softened at the noise of discomfort you made.

“Just give me a minute.”

The boys looked at each other but let you get up slowly. You needed to be in potions this morning, unable to miss the second half of the lecture from the day before. 

You were able to ignore the pain for a while, but by the end of class every movement sent a sharp jolt of pain deep inside of you. 

“Siri, I can’t,” you breathed, gripping his cloak. He fretted with worry, cursing himself for not letting you stay in bed.

“What is it, bunny?”

You put your hand on your abdomen, and he frowned, looking around before sighing. Sharp pain interfered with your focus, and you silently threatened to cry if Sirius didn’t help you. 

“Let’s get you to Pomfrey. Can you walk?”

You shook your head, and he let you onto his back, carrying you to the hospital wing. He’d alerted Remus, who met the two of you down in Pomfrey’s exam room. Remus’ expression was clouded with worry, and you felt guilty for scaring them. 

Pomfrey ushered the boys to wait on the other side of a screen, and Sirius leaned against Remus’s chest as they waited. Pomfrey had a look on her face when she moved the screen back, and they saw you drinking a potion behind her. 

“Y/N’s cervix is bruised. There isn’t much I can do other than give her the pain potion. She’s got to let it heal, so no more trauma to it. She’s fine, but she’ll be in pain for a while.” 

Both boys’ eyes widened, and you were red with embarrassment. Sirius couldn’t bite back a smug smirk, and even Remus looked rather pleased. You rolled your eyes at them, embarrassed that they were so proud of their work on you.

Once the three of you were back in your dorm, they were tearing into you.

“Can’t take cock as well as you thought, bunny?”

“We’re so big we just break you.” Remus was laughing, and Sirius had a grin plastered on his face. 

You covered your face in embarrassment, and Remus pulled your hands away. They wanted to see you blush as they continued their teasing, lightly pinching your sides.

“Told you we were going to destroy that little pussy,” Sirius giggled, and you hid your face in his sweater.

They continued their teasing, even while they got you snuggled into bed in their oversized clothes, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. Pomfrey’s potion had taken the edge off, but hadn’t alleviated the pain. You shifted a few times before Sirius got into bed with you, settling you between his legs.

“I’m sorry, darling.” Sirius finally relented, kissing your temple.

“I’m okay. Just maybe not that hard next time.”

Remus kissed you then, promising to be more gentle in the future. He apologized, and you kissed him sweetly before watching him go back to class. Sirius gently massaged your sore hips and legs, getting you to relax against him.

“You could’ve told us it was too much,” Sirius said, kissing your temple.

“I liked it, I was lost in it, didn’t realize how hard you were going.”

He kissed up your jaw before catching your lips, scolding you lightly for not paying attention to your body before finally letting you rest and sleep it off.

[silverdelirium]

𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 | 𝐍.𝐋

SUMMARY ➠ nikolai fucks you against the spinning wheel’s walls

WARNINGS ➠ oral (male receiving), sexual tension at the start, dirty talk, nicknames, tiny bit of degrading, sex from the back in front of a window.

WORD COUNT ➠ 1.5k

A/N ➠ if you haven’t read the books, the spinning wheel is basically a big house on a mountain that has glass walls

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the clock read 1:23 A.M

and all you could focus on was the blonde who took strides closer to you.

he was wearing pijamas, you noticed. probably couldn’t sleep either.

“evening, y/l/n” he saluted. coming to a halt next to you, yet his line of sight was focused on the panorama the big glass windows gave you.

you didn’t respond. instead, you acknowledged him with a small nod that you could only hope he had caught with the corner of his eye.

your lack of communication didn’t stop him from making conversation.

“couldn’t sleep either?”

“no”

he hummed in understanding, letting his neck crane to the side so he was looking in your direction.

nikolai let his eyes travel from your sleep deprived features to your silk nightgown that stopped at mid-thigh. his gaze faltered when he reached your chest, pebbled nipples making blood rush to his groin.

“how do you like the view?” he asked, his eyes still on you.

“it’s nice” you sighed, turning your head to him; unconsciously sinking your teeth on your lower lip cushion.

the blonde swallowed thickly at the action, trying to shake off the thoughts that rushed through his mind— all including you. naked— “you don’t plan on going back to sleep” it was an observation, not a question.

“i don’t” a pause, and a step forward “think so. you?”

another step, this one came from him though, “maybe, i just have lots of restored energy” he responded, a wink sent in your direction as he watched your brows shoot up slightly at the innuendo.

about two more steps.

“any suggestions on how to get rid of it?” his voice dropped an octave, the fabric of his trousers tightening around his crotch as you stood about eight inches apart.

you shrugged, “i may have some ideas”.

nikolai took the last step forward.

the lip-lock was languid and heated; the desire in the pit of your stomach only intensifying more and more with each roam of his hands down your body.

“you don’t know how many times i’ve dreamt about this” he groaned, large palms kneading at your bum as he walked you slowly but surely to the same glass wall you were both just admiring a few moments ago.

nikolai’s thigh found it’s way between your legs, feeling the heat of your sopping core rub itself on his leg “i’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit on that cunt for the rest of the week”

a moan sounded, and you didn’t even realize it came from you until you saw him snickering to himself, his forehead on yours as he brought your palm to rub on his erection.

“this is all yours for tonight, precious”

the back of your neck grew hot as you stood nose to nose with nikolai, sharing the same hot breath.

you gave him one last peck before you were sinking to your knees, eye contact still intact even though his muscles twitched with expectation.

“you gonna suck my cock now, angel?” he asked yet there was a slight quiver to his voice when you dragged his pants down, letting his engorging cock out.

you nodded your head rapidly, wasting zero time and wrapping your hand at the base of his length, pumping him slowly.

his next words almost had you coming on the spot, “well you best make it sloppy, princess. because it’s the only lubrication you’ll get” a whine left your lips “but i bet that cunt can provide us enough lube”.

he definitely had a way with his words. your breathing was already heavy and he barely touched you.

his breathing pattern shook when you enveloped your lips around his sensitive tip, making him hiss and throw his head back, sending a wave of euphoria to your dripping cunt as you took in the way his throat bobbed with his gulp and how the vein running down the side of his neck only made him more attractive.

his hand fisted in your hair, giving the locks a small tug as a silent plea for you to take more of him in.

you complied, letting your tongue run up and down the girth as he slowly sunk more of his rigid cock into your warm mouth.

“taking me so fucking me well” he panted, “i’m gonna flood your pretty throat with my cum, sweetie”

those were the last words to hit your ears before your eyes rolled to the back of your head, your throat being absolutely demolished by the male’s— unexpectedly— fast thrusts.

“saints— fuck!” you heard him grunt; though his voice seemed far away as your jaw ached and mind went hazy, the neglected and profound ache between your thighs increasing by the second at the sound of his praises and moans.

“oh god you have the best fucking mouth ever” he choked out, thrusts sloppy and deep as his hips stuttered before he was gritting his teeth, doing his best to suppress the loud cry of your name as spurts of cum shot down your throat.

the taste made you cringe slightly but you did your best to swallow everything, his cock partially exiting your sore mouth. “if your mouth was that good i can just imagine how well your little cunt will take me” he praised, hooded eyes focused on your rising form as he let his hands tug at your straps.

his gaze held enraptured hunger as you freed yourself from the silky nightwear, butterflies erupting in your core as he eyed your flesh with lust.

“there’s no way i’ve been missing on all of this, dove. you’ve been basically starving me” he commented, a giggle erupting from you as he dived his head down on your neck.

a catch of breath came from you as he nipped on your sweet spot, small whimpers hitting nikolai’s ears.

he kissed and licked, sometimes even grazed his teeth, along your neck. your pussy clenching around nothing as he continuously teased you.

“please” you croaked “i need it, so fucking bad”.

“need what, precious? use your big girl words for me” he winded, trapping you against the cold glass and his body.

you swallowed timidly, “your— your cock, i want it”

the corners of his lips twitched, along with his cock “where baby? in your mouth again or in that eager cunt of yours?”

his words almost made your legs shake.

“my… cunt, please” you whined.

nikolai gave an approving nod before turning you around softly, now pressing your breasts against the windows as your breath fogged it.

he pressed down on your lower back, bringing you to a small arch.

you felt him run his hands down your body, from your shoulders blades to the swell of your ass. his fingers tugged at the soaked cloth that covered your pussy, slowly moving it to the side and revealing your wet canal.

“my, my, you have the pretties pussy ever, can’t wait to bury myself balls deep in it” he praised, bringing the dampened material down.

your heart thumped against your ribcage as you felt his swollen head kiss at your slit, teasing once again.

“nikolai ple—” your own intake of air cut you off, the unexpected thrust making your thighs shudder.

you heard him release a few groans of his own as he let you accommodate to his size, giving small and slow thrusts into your gushing cunt.

“do you like that? you like it when i fill you up to the fucking brim with my cock?”

you whimpered, rocking yourself back on his cock as he sped up his pace, what were once distressing thrusts turned into delightful ones.

your wails resonated through the room, as well as the wet sounds of skin slapping from where your bodies connected.

“nikolai, don’t stop please. don’t fucking stop” you moaned, slamming your palm against the hazed glass.

“sound so fucking hot when you moan my name like that, like a little whore— shit” you didn’t have to look back at him to know that his head was thrown back and mouth was agape, the vice grip he had on your hip told you enough.

your clit throbbed almost agonizingly before the blonde had snaked a hand around your waist, the pad of his fingers soothing the neglected bud.

he let his eyes travel from your messy hair, to your bouncing ass, to his cock covered in a ring of your arousal at the base, and to your jiggling legs that struggled to hold you up.

“the way you shiver, y/n— fuck it makes me wanna wreck you to no end” he confessed, thrusting deeper and prodding at your g-spot.

“nikolai fuck, i’m gonna cum!”

“do it, princess, cum around my cock like a good slut” he encouraged, slamming a hand down on your ass before stilling his hips, bottomed out, and cumming deep inside you.

pleasure wracked through your body like no other, your vision going blurry as pulsated around him. your, now creamed, walls fluttering with the intensity of the orgasm.

it stayed silent except for your ragged breathing and the sound of dripping to the floor for a few seconds.

but nikolai broke it first, “turn around, i wanna watch your face when you take my cock this time”

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[touyasdoll]

MHA Father’s Day Thirsts

In honor of Father’s Day, here are some spicy drabbles of various “daddy” related scenarios✨

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, daddy kink, breeding, general BDSM, impact play, choking, degradation

Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou, Eijiro Kirishima, Shouta Aizawa, Dabi/Touya Todoroki x reader

A/n: A little late on this, meant to post it yesterday, but is it ever too late to thirst??

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Katsuki Bakugo

Trying for a baby

“You’re taking my cock like such a good little slut, ya know that?” Katsuki’s long fingers wrapped your throat, squeezing the sides just hard enough to make your pussy throb around him. “Shit, baby, you feel so fucking good.”

His eyes fluttered closed and he slowed his pace to a near halt, leaning down to kiss you as he rolled his hips against yours in a rare moment of tenderness.

“I love you so much, you know that, right?” His eyes searched your momentarily, the pads of his calloused fingers brushing along your jaw.

“I know,” you reassured him, still breathless from his previous assault on your body, basking in the pleasure still coursing through you and the sudden change in the atmosphere. “I love you too, Katsu.”

“I can't wait to knock you up,” he murmured against your skin as he trailed kisses between the valley of your breasts, all the way down to your belly as he cocked his hips back, leaving just the tip inside of you. “You’re gonna look so beautiful, baby.”

"Ahh--fuck, Katsu," you couldn't help but to blush as you arched your back, shifting your hips forward to sink him back into your velvety walls, clenching around him as you whined in need.

"Eager as ever, aren't you?" The smile that pressed against your stomach morphed into a smirk as he kissed you there once more, before snapping his hips down into yours, pounding against your cervix at an angle that had you seeing stars.

Eijiro Kirishima

Telling him to cum inside for the first time

He was seated on the edge of the couch with you bouncing effortlessly on his cock, gripping onto his shoulders for support as you neared your release. His hands guided your hips, pistoning you up and down as you straddled his lap.

"Eiji, I'm so fucking close..!" you threw your head back as you felt the tight coil deep within your belly threaten to snap.

"I got you, baby, let go. Cum all over my fucking cock." His grip tightened on your hips, littering your breasts with kisses as his thumb rubbed tight circles over your clit.

You were thrust over the edge, crying out as your nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders. He groaned, still guiding your hips as he thrusted forward to meet them eagerly, muttering praises in your ear as he chased his own high.

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty right now. Always such a good girl, coming all over my fat fucking cock,” his hand wound into your hair, gently tugging it backwards to kiss you, carefully biting your bottom lip with his sharp teeth as you continued to sputter out moan after moan. “Where do you want me to cum, baby?”

“Inside me,” you locked eyes with him, interlocking your fingers behind his neck as you ground your hips against his more quickly. “I want you to fucking cum inside me, Eiji. Please..”

“Wh-what? Ahh, fuck,” his eyes grew wider before his head lolled back allowing you to kiss and suck at the sensitive spot beside his Adam’s apple. “A-are you sure, baby?”

Your fingers knitted into his hair, pulling just enough to affix his gaze with yours as you neared your second orgasm, desperately bucking your hips atop of his.

“Yes, oh God, yes. I want you to fill my tight little cunt up with your cum. Can you do that for me, Eiji?” The words escaped your lips as a mewl, your voice becoming softer and needier as you neared your release all over again. “Want you to stuff my pussy full, pretty please, Eiji..”

“Oh fuck yes I can,” his hands gripped your ass cheeks, squeezing firmly as he continued to match your relentless pace. “Ahh—oh, shit, baby I’m gonna cum so fucking har—FUCK.”

You could feel his chest tighten, hardening slightly as his quirk activated involuntarily. His eyes were blown as his head snapped upwards, a feral growl erupting from his chest as his rhythm became sloppy. You could feel his warm essence filling you up, spreading so easily all over his impossibly hard cock as you fucked him through his release until you found your own again.

Shouta Aizawa

Trying for a baby

“C’mere, love.” Shouta smiled softly upon seeing you in the doorway of his office, patting his lap as he leaned back in his desk chair. “I’m just about done here, I promise.”

“What all do you have left to do?” You returned his expression and strolled towards him, draping your arms around his neck as you perched yourself on his knee.

“Well, it’s actually something I need your help with,” one arm snaked around your waist, his hand resting on your hip. The other brought a hand up to your face, his index finger tucking just beneath your chin as his thumb rested atop it. “So I’m glad you’re here.”

“Oh?” You glanced down shyly, flicking your eyes back to his lips, watching them curl into a smile as he pressed a gentle kiss to yours.

A sigh left your nose as you rested a hand on his chest, leaning into him. He dropped his hand from your face, hooking his fingers behind the crook of your knee as he guided your legs to part, helping you shift your weight to straddle his lap. His lips attached to your neck, drawing a generous moan from you immediately as your eyes settled on the door to the right of you.

“Sho, the door isn’t locked. Someone could see..” your eyes fluttered closed again as his hands roamed over your ass, pressing you down firmly against his growing erection. A low grunt left his lips, before he spoke again, his voice gruff and thick with lust.

“See me fucking my wife?” He stood, his hands effortlessly lifting you onto the desk, where he gently laid you down as he leaned over you, whispering into your ear. “Let ‘em see then. We have important business to tend to tonight.”

Another moan was pulled from your chest as his hands skimmed beneath your short dress, pushing it up above your breasts as he kissed his way down your torso, over your hips, tugging your panties off as he neared your most sensitive area, only stopping when his tongue grazed your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” He placed a gentle kiss to the sensitive, innermost part of your thigh as he locked eyes with you.

Your fingers tangled into his hair as you nodded, your hips shifting in anticipation until he sank his tongue between your folds, causing you to cry out at once from the intense pleasure that he was already providing. His skilled tongue lapped up your juices, occasionally connecting with your clit, dragging it in slow circles as he reveled in the way you looked right now, squirming helplessly beneath him.

“I’m gonna cum right here tonight, baby,” he darted his long tongue straight into your center a few times, licking a stripe up to your clit before he took the bundle of nerves into his mouth. “Are you ready for that? Ready for me to make you a mommy?”

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Breeding/Daddy kink

“Say it again. You’re not too fucked out to talk yet, are ya, babydoll?” Dabi’s voice had an edge of cruelty to it, that familiar mocking tone that made your walls clench around him without fail. His eyes nearly closed, falling half-lidded as he stared down at your already shaking form, your elbows wobbling as you tried to hold your submissive position in front of him while his cock slid in and out of you, his balls slapping against your already battered clit. “Shit—you really do love being treated like the filthy fucking whore that you aren’t, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, daddy,” was all that you were able to breathe out. It was more than enough for him.

“Oh good, your mouth still works. I’m glad, because I’m not done with that yet either,” his hands left his brutal hold on your hips, one capturing you around the neck and the other palming your breast as he pulled your back flush against his chest. “But first, I need to empty my balls into this sopping wet cunt of yours. Show you the only fucking thing you’re good for.”

Your eyes rolled back as his fingers expertly rolled your nipple while the pattern of his hips became unpredictable, a sure sign of his impending orgasm.

“S’oh yesss, breed me, daddy, give me all of your fucking cum,” your hand reached back behind his head as you angled your face toward his, speaking as your lips pressed against his.

His eyes locked with yours and you couldn tell he was just as far gone as your were, positively high on how good you both felt. It was truly intoxicating, seeing how desperate he was to have you like this. You always liked letting him do as he pleased, degrading you to filth while he ravaged you, but seeing that unmistakeable look of need on his face as he held your gaze now, you understood for the first time how good it felt to holds the reins.

“Have I been a good girl, daddy? I wanna feel your cum inside my tight little pussy so bad,” you almost whined between the sweet kisses you placed on his lips. “Please, let me milk that big, fat fucking cock of yours. Want you to fuck it deeper while I cum all over.”

He wanted nothing more than to keep his eyes on you, but he couldn’t hold on any longer and the sheer force of his orgasm made him snap his eyes shut as ribbons of white flooded into you. A cry left your lungs as your walls became even more slick with the mixture, allowing his thrusts to hit you more easily, more deeply. He silenced you with a forceful kiss, holding your jaw in place with his large hand, the cool sensation of the staples juxtaposing the heat between you. A few more thrusts was all it took for you to come undone yet again that evening, your body spasming, clinging to him like he was your only anchor to reality.

“That’s it, baby, you’ve been such a good girl for daddy tonight,” his hand still held your face, his eyes boring into yours as he swallowed the moans you offered him. His head was clear while yours still swam, dizzying you in your euphoria. “Wanna see you feel as good as you make me feel, princess.”

The kisses between you turned softer and he continued grinding his hips into yours, letting you ride out your final high, making sure to lean in and press his lips to your ear while you were still out of your right mind.

“Daddy loves you, baby. Don’t you forget it.”

[wri0thesley]

Okay but hear me out, gojo teaching his girl how to properly touch herself bc she can't make herself cum and has been edging herself unintentionally and gojo helps out with his long fingers 🥺

instruction - gojo x fem!reader (2k)

you might be having trouble, but gojo doesn’t mind playing sensei to you. 

warnings: nsfw/minors dni! oral sex, assisted masturbation, fingering. afab reader with fem pronouns

[reblogs/comments appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

The first time that Gojo gives you an orgasm, it’s using his tongue. His head is buried between your thighs, soft noises of praise coming out of his mouth interspersed with the flutter of his kisses on your inner thighs and the downright filthy sound of his mouth dragging through your slick. His tongue toys with your clit, swirling it and sucking it, circling it before he returns back to flicking the tip over it with mountingly quicker and harder motions. Your hands are knit in his hair, and as you feel the ball of pressure inside of you finally split into a thousand tiny pieces, you tug on the silver-pale strands in your grip and wail into the ceiling. He guides you through the aftershocks with slower, deeper laps of his tongue across your cunt before he lazily pulls himself up onto his elbows, looking at you with those big blue eyes, galaxies swirling with them.

“You were so noisy, doll,” he murmurs. “I know I’m good with my tongue, but hell - if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that seems like the first time you’ve ever got to cum--” 

You feel yourself squirm, embarrassment flooding your thoughts. It’s not like you haven’t tried! But something in you always seems to stop you coming, and you’ve spent too many nights frustratedly falling asleep with your thighs a mess after being unable to bring yourself any kind of relief.

You can’t really hide anything from Satoru Gojo, though. 

The look on your face tells him all that he needs to know - that flustered, half-guilty expression, your bitten lips darkened from the dig of your teeth. His own expression softens indescribably, those long fingers sliding up your damp thighs as he coos, all pity; “Oh, baby girl . . . We can’t have that, can we?”

He coaxes you, words coated in sugar, eyes gentle, to show him how you’ve been touching yourself. Before you know what’s happening, he’s taking your hand and pulling it down to rest over where you’re still slick with your own arousal and Gojo’s saliva. You’re still adorably sensitive, flinching at the pads of your fingers over your tender clit, so Gojo gently tugs on your wrist.

“Try circling it,” he murmurs. “You’ll hurt yourself if you go all in with the stimulation--”. You do your best to follow his orders for a few minutes, until the sensitivity wears off a bit. And then, he’s kneeling between your thighs and pushing your knees up a little so he has a better view of how exactly you’re rubbing at your petal-soft folds, how you’ve been treating yourself up until now. “Show me exactly how you’ve done it before,” he breathes, the crystalline sapphires of his eyes set on the space between your legs like he’s a patron at an art gallery. “Lemme see why you haven’t gotten to come, baby.”

You do your best. It’s the same as it always is, though - you rub at your clit with inexperienced, clumsy fingers. Heat seems to build up inside you, but you never manage to get it to go further than that build up. Even when you use your other hand to thrust two of your fingers inside, it feels like you’re reaching for something that isn’t quite there. It’s so annoying. You’ve read guides on how to do this, watched porn videos in the hope it’ll help you with your block - but nothing seems to work. And now, you’re being watched by your boyfriend, and you can’t help but be hot and embarrassed . . . and kind of turned on. The way that he’s looking at you. The concern knitting his usually smooth brow.

Gojo watches you, pensive, as you feel tears of frustration bubble up in the corners of your eyes. You move your hands away from your cunt, curling them into fists and giving the bed beneath you an exasperated thump. 

(Gojo’s eyebrows raise as he sees you removing the stimulation entirely. You poor little thing. No wonder you haven’t managed it.) 

“I-I can’t get it to go further,” you say, agitated. “I-it gets to a point, and then it just seems to stop! It builds up and it builds up but it just stays there!”

Gojo shifts closer to you. His hands rest on your thighs. “You know what I think?” He asks you, his voice very low. His cock has been hard in his pants since the moment he got you on his bed, never mind the orgasm he gave you with his tongue - but it’s a damn right tragedy you’ve never been able to make yourself come, and (much as he doesn’t want to admit it) being Gojo’s girlfriend can be a lonely life. He’s away on missions so often, and he loves to tease, and he knows that you’ll have his cock on the mind forever once you’ve had it for the first time. So it’s better for both of you if you learn exactly what you’re doing. “I think y’just haven’t had the right teacher yet. And . . . you’re in luck,” he flashes you one of those patented Satoru Gojo grins, half-unhinged and half-handsome. “Because I’m right here and willin’ to take some time out of my busy schedule to teach you all about the human body--!”

“Don’t put it like that,” you say, weakly, as he reaches between your thighs and pulls the lips of your cunt apart. He looks back at your sex; the swollen clit, the hole begging to be filled, the absolute mess you’ve both made with tongues and fingers and your earlier orgasm. 

“You always stop before it goes further, right? Because you get bored and frustrated?” He clicks his tongue, shaking your head in mock scolding, as you squirm. “Baby girl, you gotta have temerity. You’ve been edging yourself ever since you figured out how to jack off.” His thumb swipes down through the slit as he lets go of his thumb’s hold. “Play with your clit for me. C’mon.”

The way he meets your eyes tells you that this is an order, and Gojo when he slips into the mode of a commander is not a man to be messed with. You hesitantly slide your fingers back between your legs to gently circle your swollen clit, your touch incredibly gentle. Gojo’s pretty mouth tilts into a smile. “Use your other hand to play with your chest,” he says. “I’d ask you to use it for something else, but . . .” The smile widens, showing a hint of white teeth. “I think I’m much better placed to do that.”

You are about to ask him what he means when his hand brushes over yours and then a fingertip gently pushes into the pulsing ring of your entrance. His fingers are slender - it does not hurt for him to push them in, but you are still robbed of your breath by the sensation of it plunging slowly into your silky depths. He gives one or two cursory pumps, before withdrawing his finger entirely so he can add a second beside it.

This one is more of a stretch, but it is a stretch in the best possible way. You use the hand not playing with your clit to squeeze the weight of your breast, your breath hitching. Thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple, teasing it to a stiff peak, as Gojo finds a slow rhythm to pump his fingers in and out of you.

“That’s deeper, right?” He rasps. “Feels better? Like places you’ve never been able to reach before?” He crooks his fingers just so and magic seems to spark, a spot on your inner walls your own shorter fingers have never managed to gain ground on. Your thighs tremble and you gasp out his name. “I thought so.” He swallows. You look up at him through the fan of your eyelashes and you see the lust in his eyes is palpable. He catches your gaze and holds it, unafraid. 

“I want you to be rougher with yourself,” he growls, low. “Press a little harder--”

The hand not currently fucking two digits into you takes hold of your wrist, pushing you to put more pressure on your clit. Fuck. The sensation of his hand guiding your wrist’s movements, in tandem with the fact that his fingers have not yet stopped hitting that special spot with every single thrust . . . You can feel the ball tightening, pulling in on itself, like a hundred knots in the same piece of thread. 

“If you didn’t have me,” Gojo rasps, and the sound of his voice gritty and dark sends a jolt of pleasure throughout you, “You’d be stopping now. You’d think you weren’t gonna get anywhere. But . . . you will, doll-- you’ve just gotta push past it--” He takes his hand away from your wrist, but you continue the pace and the pressure that he chose for you.

You whimper out his name, the hand playing with your chest squeezing hard (if you have bruised fingerprints on the soft curve of your breast tomorrow, Gojo will laugh gently at them and press on them a little meanly before he soothes you all over with kisses). 

“You gonna promise me you’ll do that when you’re alone, yeah?” Gojo asks. He’s sounding a little breathless. Your eyes manage to focus long enough to see that he’s rubbing himself through his underwear, an impressive bulge pressing against the expensive fabric. He sees you looking and gives another feral grin that seems to echo through you. “D-don’t worry, we’ll take care’a that after your lesson--”

“I promise,” you breathe, as he curls his fingers just right against that spot and your own fingers reach fever pitch. You don’t know if you’re promising to do it the way that he taught you, or if you’re promising that you’ll take care of his cock, or if you’re promising something else to him entirely - your life, your love, your very being - but you do know that the knotted threads inside of you snap all at once as Gojo’s fingertips reach so deep, so good, so perfectly inside of you.

Your channel clenches and constricts, spasming around the digits buried in it to the knuckles. Heat washes over you with a feeling of peace, different to when he’d used his tongue on you and yet similar. Gojo is practically purring as he watches you and feels you, a gush of slick coating his fingers even as he guides you over the crest of your orgasm.

“Good girl,” Gojo’s murmuring, as your breathing (when did you start panting?) evens out. “Oh, so good for me, doll . . .” His fingers come out of you with a wet pop and he brings them to his mouth, tongue flickering out teasingly to taste you. “So sweet for me, too . . .” He sighs, his eyes closing for a moment as he enjoys the lingering flavour. When those eyes open again, they’re lit with hunger.

“Well,” he says. “whaddya say? Think you can come like that next time you touch yourself?” He raises his eyebrows, a playful grin on his face. “Think y’can come at all?”

You nod fervently, and win a chuckle from Gojo. He shifts on the bed, pushing the underwear he’s still wearing down to his thighs to reveal the thick jut of his cock. You’re breathless at the sight of it, already needy despite the fact your second orgasm of the night was scant minutes ago. 

“I want a video of it,” he tells you. “Next time you touch yourself. I want a video of you and I want you t’say my name as you do it. But for now . . .” He gently taps the wet (so, so, wet - ruddy and flushed and dripping with his pre-come) head of his cock against your thigh. “I think we’ve got some other business to attend to, yeah?”

[1tad0ri]

OKAY hey girl lemme j say how invested in this blog i am going to be . okay . so uh yuuji being the horny shit he is and texting you late at night to come to his room n you barely get through the door b4 he’s grabbing at you n telling you how much he missed your body n how he was *thinking* of you before n j URGH lemme get dat pls 🤲🤲

warning: body worship, eating out

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

AHDHSJJS FIRST OF ALL THANK YOUUU that’s so sweet!!! <3 second of all, girl i gotchu

“for fuck’s sake.” the shuffle of your sneakers along the corridor was almost too loud in the otherwise quiet space, phone screen lit up and reflecting back at you as you scrolled through the text messages that had gotten you into this situation in the first place.

one peaceful night was what you wanted. one goddamn full night’s rest. oh... but it was so hard to ignore him, no matter what time he texted you.

the amount of times you wanted to pretend to be asleep was outshone by the fact that you always wanted to talk to yuuji. eccentric and playful, he hit all the points on your ‘boyfriend checklist.’

arriving in front of his door, you sighed, clicking your phone screen off and stuffing the device into your back pocket—you hoped that he hadn’t asked you to come over to play uno at 2 a.m. again. the “can you please come over?” text had been fairly ominous, but truthfully you wouldn’t mind just cuddling up to him and falling asleep if he wanted.

you twisted the doorknob—he always left his room unlocked like a dummy (a cute dummy) and by this point you knew to spare yourself the knocking, knowing a reply of “it’s open!” would just reach you from inside.

the door creaked open under a single push and you stepped inside the familiar room, the movement already rehearsed in your mind during the walk from your dorm over to his.

“yuuji, what do you-”

heavy lips against the corner of your mouth interrupted you when someone pulled you into their chest—they’d missed your own lips in their haste but your mouth fell open in shock all the same, you squeaking as you stumbled into their arms, trying to find something to grab ahold of. your hands found warm shoulders to dig into as your regained your balance and you barely registered the click of the door shut behind you.

steady now, you untangled yourself from the person, pulling back to find yuuji staring back at you—of course it was him, this was his room after all.

he was already diving back into your lips before you could speak, and you know what? you let him. his mouth was hot when it pressed to yours and when his hand on your back pushed your waist closer to him and you felt the nudge of something hard against your leg, you decided he could do whatever he wanted to you at that point.

your arms travelled up from his shoulders to loop around his neck properly and he held you against him, so sweet and boyish when his tongue hungrily nudged between your lips, asking for entrance.

yuuji tilted his head back from yours enough to speak once he’d had his fill of shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wandering down to rub at you through your shorts. “do you know how long i’ve been thinking about this?” his voice was husky, eyes glazed over—he was lost to his desires already.

his fingers cupped your mound, shoving the pads of them against your cunt through the fabric, making you whine. “fuck, you’re so perfect.” a quick kiss to your lips. “always so much better than what i imagine.” another kiss, but this time, when he tried to pull away, you tugged him back.

you ground down on his fingers, nipping at his lips, legs shaking. “yuuji, h-harder.” he did as he was told, pressing along your underside blindly until he found your clit, knowing it was the right spot when you let out a surprised, “oh—”

then his hands were back on your sides (despite how much he loved the feeling of you melting against his chest from barely anything at all, the heat radiating from your pussy evident even without him directly touching it) and when he whispered, “jump,” into your ear, you did as you were told, his arms catching you easily and hoisting you up so you could wrap your legs around his waist, grinding your cores together. once again, you were thanking the universe for blessing you with such a strong boyfriend.

yuuji was pushing his face into your neck, breathing you in, babbling, tasting the skin—everything. “i’ve missed you. missed you so, so much.” his lips tickled, leaving behind a trail of fire and goosebumps in their wake, and you were holding onto him for dear life—it was as though sometimes he didn’t realize what he did to you (actually, you were sure that was the case now that you thought about it). he was always so needy, just a few hours apart seeming to drive him wild. it was flattering and you also maybe found it a little more hot than you probably should.

“couldn’t cum without you. mmm... needed your pretty pussy.” fuck. he just kept talking and talking, and the thought of him laying on his bed, frustrated, cock gripped in his palm as he fantasized about you only a few doors down was filling your mind, your wild imagination going straight to the building heat in your body.

from this angle, your head was just a little above his and you pushed lightly on the back of his neck to bury his face further into you, breath hitching when he bit at your collarbone. “don’t worry, i’m here now, baby. you can do whatever you want,” you cooed, finding it hard to keep your voice steady.

his movements paused for a moment, only his warm breath continuing to fan against you, and then he looked up, eyes wide. “really?”

leaning down to peck his nose, you swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, nodding. “really.”

your head spun when he immediately turned on his heels away from the door and instead walked further into the room, dropping you onto the bed not far away. you bounced when you landed on the soft surface and tried to sit up, but yuuji was already crawling between your legs, hands planted on the covers as he leaned up to kiss you, gently pushing you to lay down. you allowed yourself to fall completely back, heart beating as you stared at the ceiling. yeah, you had ended up on his bed like you thought you were going to but... it seemed like your plans of cuddling had gone completely out the window.

a tug at your shorts had you glancing downwards, seeing that he had wasted no time settling in front of you, nipping at your thighs and tugging at your bottoms. yuuji met your burning gaze when he felt it on him, his lips attached to your upper thigh—it was a pretty sight, the blooming reds resulting from none other than your own handiwork on his mouth. his eyes were wide and lustful—cute yet making your stomach do flips as only he could.

“let me taste you, please.” hoarse voice begging, he was already running a finger close to your still-covered crotch, blinking up at you and waiting for permission. he was desperate, eyes flicking down momentarily to work your shorts down just over your hip bones as he placed a lopsided kiss to your clit through them. his eyes were back on yours. “can i? you want to cum on my tongue, don’t you? you’re going to let me tongue fuck you, yeah?”

fuck, fuck, fuck. “oh my god,” you whispered, taking in his wide blown pupils. you frantically nodded at his words, if only to shut him up before you came from that.

yuuji grinned and you were absolutely done with him because it was the same cheesy smile he always gave you and, quite frankly, it wasn’t fair if he was doing it while slick dripped out of you and onto his fingers holding your underwear to the side. you wanted to hate him for driving you wild by just being him, but it turns out you were incapable of that as well.

he buried his face in your clothed cunt, pressing light kisses to it and murmuring praise about how you were so perfect, fingers working to blindly pull your bottoms down. you helped him by shimming out of them and kicking them off to the side (shoes tumbling off when you pressed them off at the heel—you’d also pulled your phone out of your pocket and chucked it somewhere further up the bed for safe keeping in a single moment of clarity), spreading your legs for him to lean down between again, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the bed.

he took a moment to admire your pussy, the dripping lips fully on display before him, and for once he was quiet, nearly drooling.

“yuu-”

his tongue was on the folds and licking a stripe up, your thighs closing in to squeeze his head closer in surprise and you pulling on his hair, your grip so strong you were almost afraid of some of the strands coming loose (or you would be if you could think straight that is).

his hands locked around your thighs and he slid you closer to him, licking and sucking as though he were starved. you yelped and clung to the bed sheets as he dragged you closer, completely caught off guard by everything and legs burning as they bounced from the onslaught at your core. “yuuji-”

“such a good girl, opening yourself up to me.” he kissed your clit, lips so soft, and humming praise. “love it when you spread open for me. fuck, love it so much, always thinking about it.”

when yuuji’s tongue poked at your heat and then wiggled its way past the entrance, slipping in with little resistance from your wet hole, curses and whines fell from your lips. he worked the muscle in and out of you, curling it perfectly against your walls to hit the weak spots inside of you before he removed it to speak again, caught up in his own thoughts, saying anything that came to mind. his lack of filter had you pressing your fingers into the back of his head with a death grip, mind reeling.

“you’re perfect, so perfect. i love this pretty pussy.” yuuji flattened his tongue against your slit, words vibrating into you. “gonna make you cum from just my tongue. going to make this pretty pussy cum from just my tongue.” and that he did. if there was anything yuuji was, it was someone who could deliver on his promises. “it’s what my pretty baby deserves.”

you don’t know how long it took him, whether it be a few short minutes or long hours that had flashed by (you had your bet on the former considering you were already ready to cum for him as soon as he’d set to work kissing and grinding against you as soon as you’d walked in the door, although you truthfully wouldn’t be surprised at either option), but yuuji hadn’t let up once on you until you were coming undone all over his tongue, too fucked out of your mind to try to last any longer. his tongue just kept going, sliding along your folds to take up everything, relishing the taste of your jucies.

your legs were jumping at the feeling, chest heaving, and you tugged at his hair to pull him up—it was so good, yet almost too much—

when he finally emerged, lower half of his face covered in slick, he was on you again, pinning you to the mattress and kissing you—he’d quickly swiped the back of his hand across his face so it wasn’t too wet, but you could still taste yourself on his tongue, mumbling around him at the taste.

“yuuji—”

even though he had finally left your cunt alone, you still felt overwhelmed as his hands drew shapes over your skin, tracing up your sides and running over your curves. “perfect—fuck—you’re so perfect. your body is perfect, perfect, perfect. want you so baddd.”

you whimpered into his mouth, unable to reply in any other way. yuuji was nuzzling his face against yours, lips landing everywhere and no where at once. “you tasted so good,” he practically moaned at the memory. he licked his lips to taste you all over again and you could feel the wetness against the side of your mouth when he did so, your faces pressed so close together you could feel every little pull of his facial muscles.

“yuuji— ugh, fuck.” you shoved your hand in front of his mouth to stop him for a moment, his latest kiss landing on your palm and still somehow making you shiver.

his eyes were wide as he blinked down at you, hands stilled on your stomach. “babe?” his voice was muffled around your hand. “did i... did i do something wrong?”

“wha- yuuji, what? baby, no, of course not.” he let you pull him to rest on your chest and you stroked his hair soothingly as he tried to peer up at you, straining his neck. “you did so well. made me cum so well.” you kissed his forehead and he squeezed one eye closed when you did so, melting at the feeling. “i just think it’s time to help you out a little, hm?”

you cut off the protest he was surely about to make about how getting you off was enough for him when your leg purposefully brushed against the front of him, his dick solid on you even under the layers. he groaned and buried his face further into your chest. the opening and closing of his lips in silent pants rubbed on your breasts still hidden under your t-shirt—you didn’t even think he was aware of it, but you sure were—and he nodded meekly in reply when you mumbled out a quiet, “okay, baby?” into his hair.

[hollandsmushroom]

Too Needy||Sub!P.P.

Hehe, we love sub!peter in this house hold and this fic is written in honor of my dearest Ashanti( @subspider )  birthday, its a lil gift, nothing special but um, my way of showing her a lil love! Happy birthday sweets!

Warnings: Smut, thigh riding, hand jobs, dom sub relationships vibes. 

Word Count: 1037(of pure filth, badly written filth)

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There were many things that you adored about Peter, the way he touched you was definitely up there, so as you sat enwrapped up in his arms you were content, but clearly Peter wasn’t. His hands on you, dragging up and down your sides, fingers slipping underneath your shirt and trailing his heated fingers against your soft skin, something that should have been soothing but was currently pulling your mind from the show that you were trying to watch, his neediness beautiful and aggravating at the same time. 

“Peter” you hummed, your voice not harsh but carrying notes of warning, ones that he should be able to pick up on but he was too busy focusing on how your skin felt under his touch, it felt like heaven and something that he could palpate forever, never getting tired even after he has learned every ridge and bump, memorization would never take away the wonders of your flesh, at least not to him. “Peter!” your voice noticeably more harsh, drawing him

“Hmm?” he asked, but he already knew what he had done, inadvertently pushing a button he knew that you loved, one that always left him in a position where he was helpless, one that he also loved. 

“Are you feeling needy?” Your voice sickeningly sweet, the tone change nearly giving him whiplash as you started to shift from your place between his legs, turning to face him as you threw your leg over his thigh, bracketing the muscle as your core pressed flush against his pant clothed leg. Peter's hands found your hips, trying to pull you closer to him, desperately yearning for his lips to unite with yours but you fought him, your palms colliding with his chest. “I asked you a question” fingernails scratching against his t-shirt, the ghosted pressure of the blunt of your nails making a shiver etch its way up his spine. 

“Mhmm” Peter manages out, the affirmative noise shaking with his soft noises of pleasure. 

“Hmm, too fucking bad” your voice didn’t constitute as that anymore, it was a teasing growl that made Peters body freeze. 

“But-”

“No” you cut him off, your finger pressing against his thin lips to silence his unnecessary pleads, you weren’t gonna listen to them anyway, so what was the point? His eyes widened as your finger pressed in between his lips, fingers lathering in his spit as you hooked them into the roof of his mouth like a hook, drawing his head to yours as your foreheads thudded together, your hips beginning to rock, dragging your core against his thigh. You withdrew your fingers from his mouth, dropping your hand to your side, savoring how his spit slipped between the pads of your forefinger and thumb. 

Everything felt electric, your skin burning as you ground down against his clothed thigh, the hard toned muscle pressed back into you, parting the lips of your pussy and exposing your clit to harsher pressures, it was too much yet it was not enough, you wanted more, you needed more but you would never admit that, not to Peter at least. God the way he looked, his back was pressed up against the cinder block wall of his dorm room and his eyes were pinched shut, he didn’t want to look yet he wanted nothing more, he wanted to watch as you fell apart but he only wanted it if you were falling apart around him, not on him, he wanted to be in you, surrounded by you, controlled by you, but he couldn’t, he knew he couldn’t he had been too needy, pushed too hard and this was what he got, and he loved it in the most sick of ways, in the way that made his skin crawl.

“Fuck, Petey!” you cried out, pressing down harder as your nails raked down his abs coming to a still hovering above his belt buckle, nimble fingers that were still coated with his spit making quick work of undoing the leather, hand dipping into his pants and unsheathing his cock from the confines of his jeans, wrapping a tight fist around his blood flushed length. You watched as face went slack with pleasure, jaw dropping open, you saw his molars, the back of his throat open to your eyes as he gasped for breath, the sudden grip on his cock nearly too much for his hyper sensitive body to handle. His brown eyes pure black as they rolled to the back of his skull, cherishing your delectable touch on his skin. You were in the same state of mine, it was nothing but pleasure in your body and you felt like a simple vessel, for feeling and giving. The giving felt otherworld, his precum tainting your sweaty palm as you jerked him relentlessly, giving him everything in you that wasn’t being exerted in your ever powerful grind against his thigh. 

“OH FUCK!” Peter cries out, hot cum painting your hand and his shirt as you milked him, your hips stuttering against him, egged on by watching the cum seep from his tip you fall too, your eyes trained on his face twisted in carnal expression of irrefutable pleasure, he was bursting with it, and it was under your skin, his pleasure and yours, it was in your blood as, your eyes rolled back like his had earlier as you released around his thigh, dampening your panties, your head falling onto his shoulder, teeth sinking into him, muffling your moans until you were simply panting. 

“That was good” Peter panted out, words coming out in puffs as you pulled back, looking him in the eye, squinting at his words. 

“Good? That was amazing and you know it” you affirm, patting his chest lightly as you rolled off of him, wiping his cum on his shirt as you returned your focus to the show. “You gonna let me watch my show now?”

“Mhmm” he was soft and fucked out, hair somehow becoming frazzled, he looked adorable, slightly like a ruffled seagull and you couldn’t deny his cuteness, or his cuddles, letting him curl into your body as his eyes flutter shut. 

um...i hope you like it, i know its not my best but yeah...enjoy!

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Twin Bed (Tsukishima Kei x Reader)

Anonymous said:

are u taking requests rn? 🥺 ive read ur tsukki fics and i know to myself ur the only one who can write this request amazingly: tsukki sneaking in to his s/o’s room at night bc he misses her and he saw how cute she is in her pajamas but couldnt help getting turned on as well bc she is wearing shorts and an oversized shirt it also didnt help that her bed is for one person only ;) UR AN AMAZING AUTHOR AND NEVER STOP WRITING TSUKKI OR HAIKYUU SCENARIOS COS THE PPL NEED U

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Word Count: 2,475

Rated: Explicit

Warnings: SMUT, my shit writing, bad language

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Yoooo this is was legit so fun to write lmao. I hope I did your request justice anon and I appreciate your kind words!!! I know I have other requests sitting in my inbox and I will try and to get to them soon. I might be a bit inactive the next couple of weeks, I will be going vacation (I definitely fucking need it lol) this week and then I start classes again. RIP. I hope you guys enjoy this one and let me know what you think!:) I literally am at a lost for words with how amazing you guys are and how unproblematic you guys have been considering the bullshit that’s been going around in the community. I just want to reiterate that this is a safe and fun place for everyone, it is never my intention to make anyone uncomfortable and if I do please let me know so that I can apologize correctly for it! But to make things clear I will not tolerate any fuckery on this blog, I don’t have the energy nor the patience to deal with shit like that. We are all capable of being decent human beings to each other. No drama, no bullshit, just a fun and safe place for everyone that wants to be part of it. ANYWAY, enough of my ranting, please enjoy this filth and my shit writing lmao 😘😘😘💕💕💕💕

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You frowned slightly as you looked at your phone, your eyes squinting against the harshness of the light. 

 Tsukishima had texted you, multiple times - at two in the morning - in fact. While you dearly adored your boyfriend of only five months, you didn’t exactly adore the fact that he woke you up at this time.

 Especially considering you had to be up in about five hours to get ready for an exam.

 You sighed through your nose as you tugged your blankets from your body and made your way to your door. 

 “Kei… it’s two in the morning…” You yawned, looking up at your tall boyfriend with sleepy eyes. “The dorm manager is going to get mad at me if she catches you here.” 

 “Well let’s not get caught then.” he drawled out, gold eyes flickering over your body. A blonde eyebrow arched up; “is that my shirt?”

 You blinked at him for a moment, not fully registering what he had just asked before a soft blush began to coat your cheeks.

 You were definitely wearing one of his shirts, a green Sendai Frogs shirt that was way too big for your body, given his tall stature. He had left the shirt at your dorm two weeks ago, and naturally you wore it to bed almost every night. 

 “No.” You said in a small voice, carefully playing with your fingers as you looked up at him through your lashes.

 A soft blush covered Tsukishima’s cheeks before he scoffed, his slender fingers reaching up to push his glasses back up his nose. “You’re a terrible liar. Looks good on you though.” he said, brushing past you to get into your room.

 You turned to see him plop himself onto your bed, and you couldn’t help but stare. It was a strange sight to see to say the least. His 6’4 frame was just a tad out of place in your room, especially sitting on your incredibly small bed. But more so he was out of place because, well, your boyfriend was beautiful. It was like a Greek god decided to pay you a secret visit before the sun came up, ready to disappear at any moment. 

 Tsukishima’s hair was tousled perfectly, the tight black shirt he wore complimented him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and thick biceps. You felt your mouth go dry as you realized that he was wearing grey sweatpants, clinging low on his hips.

 How could someone look so good at two in the morning?

 “Are you just going to stare at me the entire time?” He called out, his back leaning against the wall your bed was pushed up against, his phone in hand. 

 “You’re the one that wanted to come over.” you frowned, locking your door before making your way towards the bed. “You’re taking up all the space.” You whined. 

 He rolled his eyes before his long legs parted, creating a space on the bed. “Come here.” 

 You felt your face burn even more, a strange shyness overtaking you at the intimate position he wanted you in. 

 It wasn’t like you had never been close to Tsukishima before, you guys had been intimate, many times... but then why were you so nervous all of a sudden?

 “What are you waiting for?” he asked, a blonde eyebrow quirked up.

 “Shut up.” you grumbled, carefully climbing over one of his long legs. You settled yourself against him, your upper body fitting easily between his legs, your back resting against his stomach and your head gently pressing into his strong chest.

 Resting against Tsukishima was far better than resting in your tiny bed. 

 One of his arms carefully wrapped around your waist, his large hand gently pressing against your stomach, the other hand held his phone in front of both of you, a volleyball game overtaking the screen.

 It was silent for a moment, both of you absorbed in the video. It had only been fifteen minutes into the game when Tsukishima began looking over your body. His gold eyes taking in your bare legs before flickering up. He zeroed in on the exposed skin of your hip, the shirt you wore had been pulled up slightly. 

 He swallowed thickly, arousal beginning to spike in his blood. Christ, it wasn’t like you were naked right now; it wasn’t like you were wearing anything incredibly enticing, but… fuck. Tsukishima began wracking his brain for when the last time it was that he had seen you. That’s right, it had been a while, a little over two weeks in fact. 

 His sudden desire was because he had just missed you right? He couldn’t possibly be turned on from the simple fact that you were in the shortest shorts known to man, or the fact that you were in his shirt and you weren’t…. Christ, you weren’t wearing a fucking bra. 

 He could see your hardened nipples through the shirt despite how baggy it was on your small body. 

 “Can you hold the phone, my arm is getting tired.” he said quietly, hoping that you hadn’t felt his hardening member against your back just yet. 

 “Really Kei?” you rolled your eyes but took his phone nonetheless, your eyes completely glued to the screen. The game was just beginning to get interesting.

 It was silent again.

 But this time, Tsukishima trailed his hand down to your exposed skin, carefully sliding his fingers under your shirt, gently tracing against your soft skin.

 You sighed softly at his touch, your body wiggling slightly against him to get more comfortable. Tsukishima took that as a good sign, his hands traveling further up, the rough pads of his fingers felt incredible against your skin; goosebumps erupting over your body.

 You shivered slightly, desire spiking in the pit of your stomach as his long fingers began moving further up, until they rested just below your breasts. Your breath hitched, your heart thumping loudly in your ears now. 

 His fingers carefully dragged against the soft underside of your breasts. You felt Tsukishima shift, his upper body sitting up slightly, his lips brushing gently against the shell of your outer ear, hot breath rustled your hair. 

 “Who’s winning?” he murmured, lips grazing against your ear before carefully brushing down towards your neck.

A soft whimper tore through your lips. “It’s uhmm… uh - o-oh Kei.” your eyes fluttered shut as his tongue darted across your skin, tasting you before biting down softly. You could feel your cunt clenching at his actions, your bundle of nerves suddenly throbbing to be touched.

 “What was that?” he teased softly, the hand that was gently caressing the underside of your breasts suddenly moved up, carefully cupping your entire breast, long fingers gently tugging at your hardened nipple.

 You moaned loudly before immediately dropping his phone, both hands clasping your mouth shut tightly.

 “Oh, that’s right, if your dorm manager caught me here, she would be furious right? I don’t want you getting in trouble, so you best be quiet hmm?” he murmured softly against your skin before pinching your nipple hard between two fingers.

 Your breath hitched, your eyes squeezing shut as pleasure rippled through your body.

 “But you make the cutest noises when you're turned on.” he said, his voice incredibly quiet and calm, despite the growing hardness that was pressing into your back now. “You’re in quite the dilemma, aren’t you?”

 His other hand suddenly trailed down, his fingers curling against your through your shorts. 

 “Fuck… you’re soaked.” he groaned quietly, feeling your arousal leaking through your panties and staining your shorts.

 He suddenly leaned back once again, your head once again resting against his strong chest. But despite his composure, his heart was racing just as much as yours. 

 He suddenly bucked his hips up, his cock rubbing against your back. A soft sigh escaped his lips, the hand that was groping your breast pulled out of your shirt and tangled into your hair, gently tugging and forcing you to arch your neck, staring up at the blonde male now.

 His gold eyes held nothing but lust now as he stared down at you with half-lidded eyes. 

 You had never seen a more gorgeous man in your entire life. 

 “What do you want?” he asked, his voice deep with arousal. But before you could say anything, the hand that was grasping you through your clothes suddenly tugged your shorts and panties to the side, long fingers brushing softly against your weeping slit.

 Tsukishima exhaled loudly, his cock jumping against your back as he felt just how wet you were. 

 “Fuck…” he whispered quietly, and carefully slid his finger to the top of your cunt, his finger gently pressing down against your clit.

 A jolt of pleasure erupted through your body, your mouth falling open in a silent plea as your eyes fluttered shut.

 He began rubbing delicate circles against you, a soft pleasure beginning to build up in your lower stomach, your hips rocking up carefully with his movements.

 “K-Kei…” you trembled, your hand reaching down and grasping at his forearm helplessly. 

 “Are you close?” he asked, his finger pressing down just a little bit harder, but that was all that you needed to get your legs shaking.

 The way he touched you… the way that he took care of you… it was no wonder you were completely head over heels for him.

 He was just too good.

 You nodded helplessly against his chest, and then suddenly he pulled his hand away from your dripping cunt, a soft cry of distress tearing through your lips. Why did he… but you were so close…

 “Can you move away for a second?” he asked quietly, gently pushing you forward. You shakily scooted away from him and heard the rustling of sheets and clothes. You twisted your head to look back and - your mouth went dry.

 Tsukishima was still resting against the wall, his lower body easily sprawled out against your bed as you still sat between his long legs, but this time… this time… he laid with one hand behind his head, the other was easily grasping his member, lazily sliding up and down his shaft. His grey sweatpants were bunched up around the tops of his thighs, his black shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his lower stomach and the perfect lines of his Adonis belt.

 “Come here.” he demanded, you turned to crawl over to him, fully intending on taking him into your mouth- his hand flew up, halting your movements. “No. I want to be inside you.”

 Your lips parted slightly as you nodded in a daze, your cunt squeezing around nothing at his words. But before you could sink down on top of his cock, he stopped you once more. 

 “Turn around.” he commanded. Your lips trembled softly, your hands gripping his upper thighs as you situated yourself on top of him, you could feel his fingers tugging your shorts and underwear to the side again, and then something blunt and thick began rubbing up and down your soaked entrance. 

 “Don’t tease me Kei, please.” you whimpered out, but before you could plead further, he grabbed your hips, forcing you to sink all the way down onto his member in one movement.

 You gritted your teeth tightly, biting back the loud shout that wanted to escape your throat at the sudden intrusion, at the force of him already hitting the most devastating depths within you.

 Fuck you had never been quite this full, never had someone quite this deep until you met Tsukishima.

 “Shit.” he cursed, growling slightly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes fluttered shut as your tight heat engulfed him completely.

 He could never get used to this. 

 After a moment of adjusting to the new intrusion you began rocking your hips, carefully sliding back and forth, your lips forming into a silent o as pleasure jolted through your body at each drag of his cock against your walls.

 A soft whimper tore through your lips as he began grabbing handfuls of your ass, his fingers gripping tightly at the soft flesh, kneading and pulling your cheeks apart. Before his hand settled on pulling your shorts and underwear further away, his eyes taking in the obscene way your cunt swallowed his cock.

 The quiet room was filled with the sound of rustling sheets, the wet noises of your arousal leaking through your stuffed cunt as Tsukishima slid in and out of you, the soft and breathless moans that escaped your lips, and the soft grunts of Tsukishima as he fought back his release. He couldn’t cum yet, not until you did.

 But he could tell that you were close by the desperate way you rocked your hips, faster, sloppier, chasing for a release.

 “Cum for me.” he demanded, his large hand cracking down against your ass. Your hand came up, stifling the loud gasp that wanted to escape your lips, your cunt clenching tightly around him. You could feel it then, the pleasure mixed with the sharp pain, the tightness in your lower stomach finally releasing. 

 “Fuck that’s it.” He murmured, watching as you trembled above him, his hands coming down to grip at your waist, forcing you to move faster against him as he began chasing his own release.

 Tsukishima gritted his teeth tightly before carefully shoving you off of his member, a soft cry escaping your lips as you collapsed on top of his legs. He gripped his member tightly, shooting thick ropes of his warmth all over your raised bottom, staining your shorts completely.

 “Shit hold on.” he panted slightly, carefully moving himself from under you. He tucked his softening member back into his sweatpants before moving towards your closet, grabbing a towel and making his way back to you. His gentle hands easily cleaning you up before tugging your shorts and panties off, replacing them with fresh ones.

 You looked up at him sleepily as he began situating you both on your small body, half of your body resting on top of his as he drew the blankets over your guys’ form. 

 “You suck Kei. If I fail this exam because I’m too tired to focus, you have to buy me ramen.” you mumbled against his chest, your eyes drooping as sleep began to tug at your mind.

 “If you fail this exam just because you’re tired then that just proves you didn’t actually study for it. You should’ve been able to retain that information regardless.” he said, fingers gently running through your hair.

 “You suck.” you sighed again, softly nuzzling your face into his chest.

 A smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t say anything else. 

 Not that you would have listened anyway, considering that you were knocked out now. 

 Tsukishima’s body was definitely more comfortable than your twin bed. 

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The Eyes Are Lined

Summary: whilst on the last days of set of filming the show where he plays Tommy Lee, Sebastian is greeted with a surprise guest in his trailer, and he is certainly not going to be one to complain whence he’s gets a treat as sweet as you

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of phone sex, oral sex (male + female receiving), unprotected sex, penetrative sex, p in v, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, teasing, fingering, pet names

Word Count: 4133

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It fell from his lips as a relieved sigh, it had felt like forever since he had last seen you, and as he took in your form coiled in a baggy sweatshirt of his and hopefully nothing more, he was fast to close and lock the door behind himself. His tongue darted out to swipe the upon the underbite of his lip as he stepped slowly forwards in his adjourned flip flops, the wide shorts hanging off his legs. For this role he had very much diversified his appearance; lost weight, changed his hair, worn temporary tattoos - yet from the prowess that resonated through your eyes, nothing in the way of your attraction had changed.

“Sebba.” You greeted him with a wide smile, dismissing your phone that had been in your hand to the side of the couch, and crawling off the seat that you had taken up residence in. Instantly, your arms wrapped around his sleek torso, taking in the aroma of his deodorant that obliterated the senses through your nostrils. He pulled your face up with the grip of his heavy palm against your courteous cheek, as his breath fanned against the platter of your forehead.

“You’re here early, shooting doesn’t finish for another three days.” He stated, the grin that was tugging at his features clearly showing that he was anything but disappointed by your unspoken arrival. Tucking your arms to land around his waist like a belt that was enclosing him against you, you happily sighed, stroking your nose against the expanse of his bare chest that was beholden before you through the open curtains of his plain black hoodie. For a moment your eyes flickered down to the fake piercings that were strung like light fixtures from his nipples, watching as the silver metal beamed in contrast to the bulb that was fixed into the ceiling.

“I wanted to surprise you, it feels like forever since we were that close.” Was your confessing admission, as you pressed a warm kiss upon his revealed flesh, causing him to hum in acknowledgement of the amorous act. “Though I’m happy that god awful shadow is gone from your chin, if you want hair there then I suggest that you grow your beard back out.” You stroked your thumb over the crescent of his chin, running the pad through the indent as he inwardly cocked his brow, stiffening his jaw at your straight opinion.

“What’d you think of everything else? Be honest now darling.” He clicked his tongue, staring down at you with his smokily framed eyes, as you coiled back into your shoulders so that you could get a better overall viewpoint of him, as your hands descended to cupping the inward joints of his elbows. You balanced your weight on both of your feet, juggling between them to remain sturdy as you felt the mood in the trailer punctually shift, as though you were crossing through the mysterious channel that inhabited the Bermuda Triangle.

“Hmmm, well I’m rocking for the eyeliner, it really makes your eyes stand out more than they already do. And you know I’ve always been an absolute sucker for the longer hair, but I’m a sucker for you in general.” At that suggestive statement, you casted a sultry wink at him, hoping that he caught onto the act rather than thinking you had something entrapped in the perimeter of your eye. It was not dust that had clogged upon your pupil, instead it were lust, gripping onto the very image of him. It had been months, long ones at that since the pair of you had seen each other.

All the intimacy that your relationship confined in its long distance was dealt with over the phone, never once did the space that his work divulged the two of you apart make you feel lonely, he tried his utmost to ensure that you were comfortable even with miles for what seemed like an eternity separating you. The cellular contact that immersed your spare time furloughed for both late night calls that brought an innocent lovesick smile to resort upon the spectating image of your face that was reflected through the front camera of your phone, and sexual conducts that travelled across the countries that you were both in to bring you closer and alternatively higher together, in a blissful reunion that swamped your head with hyperactive hormones that followed after your mutual orgasms.

“Naughty.” He condoned you for your filthy innuendo, his hand cascading down the artwork of your body, and moving behind you, so that his fingertips were dancing upon the crown of your exempt ass cheek. “Guess all that time away has gotten you desperate for me, huh? Do you want to some sucking up to me? I’ve had a pretty hard day, and it would help me relieve a bunch of the stress that depends on these last few days. Not to mention I am so pent up from not seeing you all this time, it was practically torture honey bee, I’m not even sure how I survived.”

Dragging his head down to meet with your own, you pressed luscious and. Extended pecks onto his thin lips,having missed them covering every inch o your skin with the love that swelled in his chest and other places for you. “I don’t even know if you’ll last that long Bas, its been a certain while of you solely using your hand.” A giggle reaped from your throat as your hearing absorbed the gasp that slithered out of his mouth; he playfully pushed down upon the line of your shoulders, only enhancing your amusement by doing so. “So pushy.”

“That is right, and I will only get rougher with you the longer that it takes you to get down on your knees for me, so I would think logically. After all, after I completely wrap on this show, I’m going to have all the spare one in the world to put you in your little place and stop you from being a disobedient little brat.” It was a promise, he was threatening you in the most sexual way possible, and you’d be lying if you were to say that some aroused nectar hadn’t gathered in the passage that divided your highs down the middle. You gulped, intimacy written in every speck of your irises as you lowered yourself to be poised on your thighs, your face near the tent forming at his crotch.

The material of his shorts gathered with creases as his cock grew beneath the baggy subject that defined his legs that much more. A hand ravelled through your locks as you found yourself darting your tongue out to caress his legs, moving your muscle upwards as your hands teased the waistband of the barrier that prevented you from seeing all of him. “How much have you missed me baby, let daddy know.” Lightly, he begs to roll his hips forwards, pressing his erection teasingly against your face, and you were loving every second of it. His balls were pressing against your chin on every mimic forwards, and as you tried to speak, your voice was a tiny bit muffled by them.

“So much Sebby, I hated being apart from you.” You thought that would be a good enough answer, but as his fingers threaded further through your hair, a quiet yelp ejected from your throat as he strayed you head to be leant upwards so that you were gazing into his domineering eyes. That was when you realised that you must have made a mistake, but no matter what it was, it was much too late to take it back. Sexual fear paved through your gaze as you poured, wanting nothing to get back to your journey of duty which was to suck his cock, however, you could not continue if Sebastian had other things, such as whatever you had done so wrongly plaguing his mind.

“Bitch no cause why did you pronounce my name wrong? It begins with your favourite letter; a D, remember? And now I’m not even sure that you deserve my D. Right now I am not your Sebastian, what am I little girl?” He growled down at you, his toes rigidly curling in the open toed shoes that he were sporting, his hand remaining tangled in your hair.

“Daddy.” You tried not to sob out of dismissal, and instead expedited for apologising to refrain from angering him any further. “I’m so sorry daddy, I’ll do anything. Anything to make it up to you, please, I’ll never make that mistake again.” Unless it was not in this scenario of course, the pebbles of your tears brought a vivid richness and innocence upon your face, as though you were pooling diamonds out of the windows of your explicit soul. And I’m return, you were met with the gift of Seb shoving his shorts to be draped over his feet, his cock playing the curve of a sail as it stiffened more so at the air that hit it.

“Are you wearing anything underneath that sweatshirt baby?” He enquired as his right hand held his length in hand, enclosing his fist around the warm flesh that was beading with visible emotion at the tip. It was as though a pearl was balancing on the sector of his slit, teasing you as you dryly licked your lips, wanting nothing more than to ingest that into your body. To answer his question, your hands toyed with the bottom of his clothing article, pulling it up so that he could see your bare abdomen, of which was dressed in nothing more than your flawless skin.

“No daddy, I’m not. Am I in more trouble for that?” You worried that you were, all that you had wanted to do was surprise him, and you felt yourself grow a little giddy as he slowly shook his head, and pull back the coat of his foreskin to flash off as much of his cock as possible. He was teasing you to the slyest of his abilities, he wanted to subject you into doing something against your better judgement, and you remained strong, no matter how much you wanted to coil your lips around the head of his member and take him as far as the hollow of your throat would naturally allow.

“No baby, imma let you off the hook for that because I haven’t seen you in so long and I know that pretty little cunt has missed me probably more than the rest of you, but don’t test me again angel, or on the plane home you’re gonna have to sit on a bag of ice.” A part of you wanted to smirk, to coyly piss him off to see if that perseverance were to be true, however if you knew Sebastian, and you knew him more than well, you wouldn’t put anything past him nor his motives. “Go on, I can see you practically drooling to take me in your mouth. Don’t tease or I’ll fuck your face; be a good girl would ya.”

You weren’t going to waste anymore time, for all that you aware, any one of the set assistants could take him away from you, and that possibility only fuelled your instincts further as you hovered your head away from his hand, that was now patting and gently playing with your locks instead of using them as a leash, and flickered your tongue out to swipe that sample of precum and swallow it without hesitation. Before your mind could comprehend it, your body had already taken the next steps forwards and started to swallow down his member, your lashes fluttering closed as you hummed, sending a rhythm through Sebastian’s body of which made him cuss.

He was looking through half lidded eyes, almost shutting them, though stopping from doing so when he noticed your hand creep down the smooth skin of your thigh, and pry at your own folds. He was going to reprimand you for being so confident that you weren’t going to get caught doing something that was so ludicrous, but he decided that he were to allow you to continue for a moment. If he made a scene after revelling in his own pleasure, then you would be more compliant with whichever punishment that he nailed you down with. The tips of your digits quivered around your lips, before sinking within your walls and the rest of your palm cupped your pussy.

It made more sense now you were moaning against him, for not only the taste of him that hung heavily on your tongue, but from the slip of power that you thought you had over him, even if it be cloaked in secrecy. As he thought more of that, he found himself starting to fume with an underlining of rage, his fists stiffened at his sides as he exhaled through a combination of the sensations rippling beneath his skin. It was a combination of brewing disappointment and foreseen arousal; his veins burned with both, turning his blood warm and drumming his brain with one thing - it were his birthright to make you submit before him.

And though you were positioned in front of him, cast to your knees as you worked on his hard cock with your heavenly mouth, your mind had slithered away from the laws that you were supposed to obey as you fingered yourself against and without his jurisdiction. To retain from speaking out just yet Seb put the pressure of his front teeth down upon his bottom lip, as he tuned his ears on the sounds of your mouth i taking his cock and slathering it with the natural lubricant of your saliva, and if he paid enough attention, the sound of your nimble fingers darting in and out of your entrance was echoed through the slick that was provided from your hormonal body, that coated your fingers and glistened underneath the lighting.

As he felt a spark approaching through the intermissions of his pleasured body, he found it to be best to direct you away, and exhibit distance despite having forgone with that flow for the time space that you hadn’t seen each other in. And thus he gently stepped back, allowing his cock to fall past your lips and a string of spit to be the only thing connecting you to it. It was an instinct for you to whine as you watched him take his cock back into his hand, giving himself a couple of easing tugs to cool himself down from his ruined orgasm.

And that was when all prevailed in realisation for you, that he continued to ogle at you from above as your index and middle fingers on your right hand remained inside of your cunt, and as your mind sparked some sense back into it, you instantly removed them despite the emptiness that attained within that area. Your eyes remained wide as you watched with caution as Seb took it upon himself to take a seat on the sofa that was below the blind strung window of his trailer, his hand temptingly patting his thick thighs as a means to convince you to move closer.

“Get up here you deviant minx.” It was not a sweet gesture that he were offering you, no, instead you were getting punished despite evading such a fate earlier on. Pushing yourself up from your knees, you went to lay yourself against him homely lap, however as you went to do so, he tugged at the sweatshirt that compiled a flush of heat against your addictive body, pulling it up a few inches to send you the message. Once you had completely removed the appeared and were dressed to the eye in nothing more than your naked flesh, that was when Sebastian allowed you to continue laying your stomach across his legs, as your own legs and breasts were draped either side of them.

His rough fingertips caressed the muscles of your back, making them twitch from rugged anticipation. They descended lower as he dug his knee into your ribs, enjoying the way that your breath hitched. “You know the rules angel, you don’t touch without permission, and yet you did. Do you have anything to say for yourself before I bruise this beautiful ass red and blue?” The worst thing was you could imagine how your cheeks would look all bruised up from the harsh strokes from his commanding hands; it had happened before and each and every time you’d tell yourself that it’d never happen again, that you’d avoid such intimate brutality because you’d behave.

But you both knew better than to trust those empty promises that wailed from your desperate throat as you were subjected to a pain that made your mind hazy and your throat parched. “No daddy, just that I’m sorry.” A yelp quickly followed after as he collided his hand down upon the fat of your behind, your entire body jolting as you shakily inhaled, knowing that in a few minutes that you’d get used to the pain and find it less surprising. The first strike was always the worst, and as another clapped down, followed by more and more, tears reigned the paving of your face as they spilt down your cheeks.

Your apology was simply a waver in the air, it did nothing other than tell him something that he’d heard a million times by this point. And when nothing added to the soreness of your bosom, you swore that you were in heaven, it continued to sting though as relief washed over your aura, and your lashes flickered through the fallen tears, slowly drying from the sobbing that they had commenced. “You took that well, okay.” Seb breathed, beginning to softly stroke your ass which made you whimper from the feather light pressure that digressed against the impact he had prohibited you to dwindle in. “I’m gonna reward you, think you can turn over baby?”

He slipped out from beneath you, allowing you to remain on your stomach for the moment until you had finally came up with your decision. You wriggled a little, stretching your toes as you hummed in reply and switched, despite the searing conundrum that resorted favour over your backside, onto the polar of your position, only to find your lover of whom was in control crawling towards you, the rings around his eyes looking sinful as he stared at your naked body as though you were his prey. His hands began to reel up your legs, coercing you into squirming against the cushioning that was managing to keep you at the same physical level as him, though the same couldn’t be said for the mental premise that rendered in interference of your relationship.

Hot air brushed upon your mound as he pressed a kiss to the hill that lead to the lake that was fawning at his close proximity, waves crashing and glistening to appeal to his ocean eyes. “Daddy, can you please do something?” A grunt differed from his throat as he inhaled the sea salt that subordinated his nose to the all natural scent, all before he nipped at the inside of your thigh before delving his face between the tightened proximity, sealing his mouth around your sensitive bud as he mumbled moans against your reactive flesh, earning himself a deeper invasion as you rutted your hips up to his face.

Sebastian Stan was a man of many talents; he could clearly mimic anyone that a script needed him to, but the one thing that he was truly magical at was using his mouth. It was a skill set that made you mercilessly comply to him, it was his superpower, which was indeed ironic considering that he played a hero in one of the world’s biggest franchises known to cinema. He raised his hands to grasp at your own as he trailed them into his strongly pigmented hair, giving you permission to ravel your hands through his straight hair, and feel the smooth sheen against the judge of your skin. You liked it, as you knew that you would.

Using his tongue, he pried at your entrance, sinking it within you as he began to shake his unruly head, extracting small screams from your throat as you became victim to his plentiful evidence of love. Your chest raised out in the air as your eyes rolled back, and a tweak pulled at your clit once more, and looking down, it revealed that it were your beloved tugging at the button with his teeth, as he gouged your reaction. When you reached your orgasm, he dived head first back into your emptying cavern, cleansing all that he had subdued from your body via his amazingly versed and performed sentiment.

“Taste so fucking good baby.” To prove his point, he clambered above you, slipping his lips against your own as he swabbed your tongue with his own, sharing your own juices so that you could feel them balance on your taste buds. His hand ran down your body as he pinched your hardened nipples, earning himself a withered and high pitched sigh from your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss. “Think you for another one in you angel? Daddy wants to fuck this sweet pussy, you okay with that?” A dazed nod gave him permission, though he grasped your jaw with his strong hand as he ensured that you stared back at him. “I need to hear you.”

“Yes, want your cock in me daddy. Always do.” A content smile used your mouth as it’s efficient puppet as he held onto his cock, and teased it around your folds, wetting his foreskin and other areas to make it more pleasurable for the both of you when he went to push in. And when he did, you felt like you had died and gone to heaven, it made you wonder how you ever survived going months without his touch, in any which way. Your hands held onto his hips as you steadied his weight, silently giving him the okay to start moving, and he did, he sunk within your cavernous walls, only to pull back and repeat the action. “Seb.” You breathed the shortened version of his name, the hot air leaving your mouth hitting his shoulder as he panted beside your face, his nose dragging up your cheek as you ran your hand down, cupping his balls and stroking them with the tender contact of your thumb.

For once under these circumstances, he did not shun you for saying his true name, instead he was too busy with the maddening rush that flew through his body as he fornicated with you. His pace increased, provoking the sound of flesh slapping upon flesh in the air as your thighs and hips clashed, amongst other parts. “Fuck sugar, ya close?” He asked you hurriedly, his forehead scrunching up as he felt immense pleasure as your cunt clenched around him, using his leverage to play with your clit once more. You ravenously nodded your head, dragging your nails over his body as you tried to jut your body up against his, chasing the approaching high which ultimately had you slumping against the cushions as he continued to pummel your body with his delivering thrusts.

“Shit.” He almost shouted, a soothing buzz ongoing in his body as he released his seed within you, you being able to feel every drop even after he pulled out and rolled to lay beside you, tugging you to be laying on his chest, neither of you caring for the cum that was escaping from your entrance that also happened to be the exit. “Why you laughing at me angel face?” Sebastian queried as he heard your cheeky sounds of amusement, a grin ruining the formation of his rocker disguise.

“You’re eyeliner’s all smudged.” You laughed, running the pad of your thumb beneath his eye and in the crows feet that dipped below, blending it further into his skin and giving it a grey hue to its ebony gradient. “You still look hot though.” You shrugged, nestling your head deeper into his chest, finally relieved that you and Sebastian were in the same place at the same time again.