#I just look at him and I feel this very strong uncontrollable instinct

[meownotgood]

i think we as a society don't acknowledge boxer!aki from ch. 46 enough

when he gets animated..... huuu...... uuuuu... godddddd I can't muster a single coherent thought like JUST LOOK AT HIM......

and the way aki fought this guy who looks way more buff than him but aki didn't even break a sweat!!! aki doesn't even look tired!!!!!! he's so lean and tall and pretty in that one panel like what if I just died fyfucikkkk

[cheollipop]

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pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader

w.c.: 2.1k

tags: smut, established relationship, non-idol!au

taking in the sight of wooyoung - soaked from head to toe, thin white shirt clinging to his chest and the metal bar piercing his nipple protruding from the wet material - you simply couldn't wait until you got home.

warnings: dom!woo, sub!reader, semi-public sex (they're in a public bathroom), slight exhibitionism, wooyoung has a nipple piercing, unprotected sex (👎), wall sex (wy is strong.... and has pretty veins.... ehem), pussy slapping, (very gentle) face slapping, squirting, rough oral sex (m receiving), spit kink, face-fucking, deepthroating, fingering (m receiving), cum-eating/swallowing, dirty talk, praise, nicknames (youngie, baby, pretty girl, good girl, darling, angel)

A/N: somebody restrain me. please.

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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“Oh baby, you’re drooling everywhere. Am I fucking you that good?”

Wooyoung had you pressed against the wall in the cramped public bathroom, palms splayed out over your ass, veins protruding as he held you up and rammed his cock into your sopping heat.

“So-so good! Hnnngh-” You arched your back, pushing your chest into his. One of your hands slid down the soaked material of his shirt to circle two fingers over his nipple, tugging at the metal bar decorating it and feeling a fresh wave of arousal rush to your core at the groan it elicited from Wooyoung.

One look at Wooyoung while you were in the crowd, drenched from head to toe with the water the artists performing had sprayed you with, and your eyes couldn’t help but fixate on the metal adorning his perky nipple, prominent through the thin material of his white shirt. As soon as the last artist left the stage, you found yourself dragging Wooyoung to the nearest public bathroom, too impatient to walk to the car. Wooyoung, it turned out, was just as desperate, not wasting time before pushing you up against the wall, tugging your panties off and stuffing them in his pocket before sliding his cock inside you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively when one of his hands left its spot on your ass, cupping your jaw and sliding his thumb over your bottom lip, freeing it from the painful grip your teeth had on it. “Why’s my pretty girl being so quiet? Let me hear your voice.” He accentuated his words with a firm thrust, his cockhead pressing harshly against your g-spot, groaning when your walls clenched around him.

Your bottom lip found itself at the mercy of your teeth once again, Wooyoung’s hips snapping against your own forcefully, pushing you up against the wall with every thrust. You didn’t notice Wooyoung’s hand leaving your face and sliding between your bodies, neither did you expect three of his fingers landing sharply onto your clit, your body convulsing at the sudden pain.

“What did I say?” He leaned forward and bit down on your jaw, his hips unrelenting as he drove his cock into you, fucking the tip directly into your favourite spot and smiling lopsidedly at the uncontrolled shaking of your thighs around him. “Didn’t I tell you not to hold back your pretty voice?”

With your head lolling back as pleasure shot up your spine and your eyes fluttering shut, you missed how Wooyoung’s hand quickly moved to cup the back of your head, stopping it from hitting the wall behind you. Just as quick as he had done that, his fingers were back on your clit, your eyes shooting open when he dropped another painful slap onto the swollen nub. You gushed around him, releasing your bottom lip and emitting a desperate whine, hips rolling to meet Wooyoung’s cock halfway.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear, breathing out a series of grunts and moans before speaking. “Are you gonna be a good girl for me now? Let everyone hear how good I’m fucking you?”

“Uh-huhh, want everyone to know h-how good Youngie f-feels-”

Wooyoung’s chest swelled with pride – you were so pliant and desperate, feet digging into his lower back and pushing him deeper inside your clenching pussy, eyes rolling to the back of your head while he ground his hips into you. He stuck his tongue out and licked up the drool leaking out the side of your mouth, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down. “That’s right, let them all hear how pretty you sound when you’re creaming all over Youngie’s cock.”

“Gonna- I-I’m gonna cum- please, please, please! Please don’t stop- Nghhh!” You chanted, high-pitched and desperate as he fucked you stupid, your pussy squelching every time he pumped his cock into your cunt.

“Yeah? Is my good girl gonna cum for Youngie?”

Your orgasm punched through you, sending hot flashes of ecstasy rushing through your whole body. Your thighs shook violently around Wooyoung’s waist as he fucked you through your high, his fingers working your clit and elongating the abuse to your nerves. The pressure in your abdomen released, a stream of hot, translucent liquid flowing out of you in streams, cascading down Wooyoung’s length and wetting his legs. He swallowed your cries of pleasure, his tongue licking over your teeth and pushing against the roof of your mouth. Slowing his hips down to a slow grind, Wooyoung eased his throbbing length out of your fluttering hole when you weakly pushed against his shoulder, the overstimulation becoming too much.

“Holy fuck,” Wooyoung panted, tilting his head to look between your bodies at the liquid streaming down his legs. “You’re fucking perfect.”

He crouched with you in his arms and set your limp body down on the cold tile, watching you adjust yourself until you were on your knees. He cupped your face and kissed over the damp skin, licking up and sweat and drool and leaving line of his spit to reflect the white light shining over you. He waited for you to catch your breath, sucking the delicate skin of your neck into his mouth and admiring as a trail of blossoming bruises decorated it. He stood back up, holding your jaw in both hands and angling your head upwards to look into your eyes.

You couldn’t help but glance at his cock, the tip red and angry as it stood drenched in your arousal. Your mouth salivated at the sight and you reluctantly moved your eyes back to Wooyoung’s, being met with a knowing look and a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

“Feeling okay?” He stroked your jaw and you nodded, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips. “Can you help Youngie out for a little longer?”

You nodded again, more frantically this time, allowing Wooyoung to guide your mouth to his weeping cockhead with one hand, the other holding himself at the base. He watched you place a few kitten licks over his head, lapping up the precum beading at the tip before he grew impatient with the desperate need to cum. He moved the hand holding his dick, landing a few firm slaps onto your cheek, hard enough to catch your attention. “Are you gonna stop teasing? Or should I fuck your mouth until you’re choking on my cum?"

He huffed out a laugh when your eyes widened, nodding your head instantly and parting your lips without him prompting you to. Wooyoung’s thumb slid into your mouth and hooked into the corner, prying your lips open even wider. He leaned down, looking into your pleading eyes for a moment before pursing his lips and shooting a hot wad of spit onto your tongue, watching your throat bob as you swallowed it down without hesitation. Wooyoung’s cock twitched at the sinful moan that escaped your lips and echoed in the cramped bathroom, quickly straightening up and pushing himself into your mouth.

He slid his length along your flattened tongue, all the way down until his cockhead teased your uvula, reveling in the feeling of your throat constricting around him as you resisted the urge to gag.

“Fuuuuck- oh darling, you look even more beautiful with your mouth around my cock.” Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut for a few seconds as he held back from coming down your throat, the hand cradling your jaw sliding back to fist into the damp hair at your nape. He ran his thumb over the corner of your stretched lips, thrusting shallowly into your mouth and watching tears well up in your eyes. “Baby- ah, breathe through your nose for me,” he instructed, barely coherent as pleasure shot up his abdomen.

You did as he said, feeling so full of cock, the bitterness of his precum paired with the sweetness of your arousal overwhelming your taste buds. Once Wooyoung knew you could breathe, he began pistoning his hips into your mouth, moaning a series of curses when you gagged around him, his cock pushing into the back of your throat.

“Can you taste yourself on me, angel?” Wooyoung breathed out, leaning his forehead against the wall and looking down at you, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into your mouth and reemerging drenched in your spit. He heard you gargle a response, chuckling lowly as he drove his hips into your mouth once more before pulling out, grabbing your jaw roughly and snapping your head upwards, waiting for you to stop coughing before speaking. “Tell me how I taste, darling.”

“S-so good, Youngie,” you panted, voice hoarse and throat scratchy. “More- I want more, please-”

Wooyoung cursed under his breath, taking one more look at your face – eyes red and cheeks stained with tears, mouth swollen and spit dripping from your chin – before sheathing his cock inside your mouth once again, a throaty moan ripping out of him.

You moved your hand between your legs, swiping two fingers through your dripping folds to saturate them with your arousal, then brought them back up to circle around Wooyoung’s rim. You felt him stiffen up momentarily before leaning into your touch, making you dig your digits harder into his puckered hole as it clenched around nothing.

Wooyoung’s moans turned high-pitched and airy, his hips stuttering when you sunk your middle finger into his tight heat. You gave him a few shallow thrusts before slipping in your ring finger and curling them against his walls. Wooyoung’s thrusts lost their steady rhythm, his fingers tugging harshly at your drenched hair as your fingers found his prostate.

“Fuck! R-right there-” He panted, running his cockhead over the roof of your mouth before sinking it back into your throat. “So perfect- s-so perfect for me, my precious baby. Sh-shit!”

You moaned at the praise he was so generously giving you, your free hand grabbing a handful of his ass and spreading him open so you could pound him even harder, watching as Wooyoung fell apart every time you rammed your fingers into his swollen gland.

“Oh, fuck, shit- I’m so fucking close,” he moaned breathlessly, gagging you on his dick with every forceful thrust into your mouth. “Hnngh- T-take my cum, darling-”

His hips bucked into you once, twice, and he was emptying his load into your mouth, shooting hot ropes of cum down your throat. It was so much, and you struggled to breathe around the sheer about amount of cum he was shooting into your mouth, but Wooyoung was shuddering violently with the force of his orgasm, tugging at your hair to slide you over his length, milking himself of every last drop. Your fingers fucked him through it, shoved so deep inside Wooyoung to grind against his prostate, pulling moan after moan from his lips.

His muscles spasmed with overstimulation and he grabbed your wrist to still your movements, your fingers slipping out of him and giving his rim a few firm taps as it clenched and unclenched uselessly.

Wooyoung pulled you to your feet, wrapping you up in his arms and burying his face into your neck, peppering kisses over the heated skin. “I love you so much,” he nipped at your jaw. “My pretty angel,” his fingers gently massaged your scalp, contrasting the way he was mercilessly tugging at your hair earlier. “So perfect for me.”

Wooyoung moved his head closer to yours, his hot breath warming your flushed skin, and his eyes traveled down to your lips – wet and bitten, much like his own. He ran his thumb over your bottom lip, leaning in and pressing his mouth to the top one, sucking it into his mouth. His other hand circled around you and pulled you closer with his palm on your ass until your hips were flush, swallowing the breathy moan you emitted into his mouth.

The sudden banging at the door startled the both of you, pulling away abruptly as an enraged, unfamiliar voice sounded on the other side of the door.

“Fucking hurry up! You’ve got a line of people about to piss their pants out here!”

“Get a room!” an equally displeased voice added

You stifled a laugh, watching as Wooyoung bit down on his bottom lip in a attempt to do the same. He leaned in, unbothered by the infuriated screaming outside, whispering in your ear. “Can I make you squirt again in the car?”

You grinned, holding his face in both hands and pressing a firm kiss to his lips, pulling away and looking at him with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“You read my mind.”

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[fourthavecafe]

Request: Toji! Like, anything! I bet he's really cruel in a fun way

summary-you and toji were talking about a very unique topic when he decided to demonstrate

The room was dim a soft, golden light spilling from the bedside lamp as you and Toji lay together, tangled in the sheets. He was lazily scrolling through his phone, tapping away at the screen with a bored expression, while you rested beside him, content to enjoy the quiet.

"So, what's next for you today?" you asked, propping yourself up on one arm and watching him.

Toji glanced up from his phone, giving you a half-smile. "make some money" he said nonchalantly. "Running a bit low on cash."

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. "You could always become a male stripper. That'd solve your problems."

His gaze flickered to you, a teasing glint in his eyes. "I'm thinking of something better,I'll just become a sugar baby, do nasty things for my sugar mommas. You know, make a little extra cash."

You laughed, shaking your head. "a sugar baby, huh? they’re probably into somesome weird shit."

Toji's grin widened, a dark, amused edge to it. "Oh, trust me” he said, leaning in a little closer. "I've learned a few... weird fetishes ,some are pretty damn interesting."

You blinked, curiosity piqued. "What do you mean? Like what kind of fetishes?"

Without warning, Toji's fingers darted out, landing on your ribs with surprising precision. You gasped in shock as you jerked away instinctively but he immediately had you pinned with his other arm.

"Ah, no escaping” he said, his voice low and teasing. "Let's see if you can handle it."

Your eyes widened in confusion and before you could react, his fingers moved faster, running up and down your sides, lightly grazing over your sensitive skin. You started to squirm, giggling involuntarily as he pressed his thumb into your ribs. You tried to wriggle away but he was too strong, holding you down with one arm while his other hand expertly tickled you.

"W-What the hell?" you gasped between uncontrollable laughter, your body wriggling under him as the tickling intensified. "What are you doing?!"

He kept the pressure on, his fingers now moving faster, teasing every ticklish spot he could find. You couldn't help but laugh harder, twisting beneath his touch, desperately trying to escape his grasp. The sensation was too much, leaving you breathless.

Toji leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear as you continued to squirm, unable to stop the laughter. "Tickling" he murmured, voice dark with amusement. "It's a common fetish, you know."

You stopped squirming for a moment, your laughter turning into a confused giggle.

"Tickling? A... a fetish?"

"Yeah” he replied, squeezing your sides one last time before letting up, just enough for you to catch your breath. "Some people love it, get off on it. I thought you'd like it too."

You stared at him in disbelief, still catching your breath. "Are you serious?"

Toji's grin stretched wider as he leaned back, letting you finally breathe. "You didn't think I was just doing this for fun, did you? But don't worry, sweetheart” he said with a wink.

"I've got more than a few tricks up my sleeve."

You lay there, still trying to make sense of what just happened, feeling slightly embarrassed yet oddly turned on by how effortlessly he had worked you over. You knew you'd never look at tickling the same way again.

"Next time" Toji added with a grin, "don't doubt my expertise."

You rolled your eyes, still laughing in disbelief. "You're insane" you muttered but you couldn't help but feel a little thrill from his teasing.

[queenbeewrites]

MY ALPHA BOSS - FEMDOM SMUT

I like how he orders around and walks like a Greek god with features of one as well. He's the owner of a seductive smirk, perfect body, and daring clothing that perfectly complements his commanding presence, leaving everyone under his control. He exudes knowledge and confidence, showcasing his intellectual prowess and unwavering discipline.

But he has also an obedient side. A submissive, needy, and greedy side. A side that drives me crazy and needy for him. A side that I always crave for. A side I always end up imagining him in.

He's my boss, my boyfriend, my roommate, and my sub. But not for everyone's eyes. Our powerful connection remains a secret, only for us to share.

From my desk, I often admire his dominant aura as he sits in his office, issuing orders and meticulously reviewing documents, knowing very well that he will end up between my legs.

And as people claim, it takes two to tango. We play a mutual game of seduction. I catch him stealing glances at me too, biting his lips as his breaths feel stuck in his throat. He looks at me like he's about to orgasm, that he has so much to tell and do to me, but can't. It makes me feel wet.

We also have moments when our eyes meet and he quickly looks away, only to glance back, checking if my eyes are still undressing him from a distance.

He's a naughty, daring man, and I revel in the power I hold over him. His actions ignited my passion, making it impossible not to feel a deep connection and love for him.

On that day as well, his blue well-fitted suit was hugging every contour of his body, captivating my attention completely. His sneaky glances and soft touch, whenever he crossed by me or in the meeting, were just adding to my arousal.

I found myself unable to focus, my mind consumed by thoughts of him from morning. And imagining various ways to have him had left me burning with desire until the night came.

I was waiting for him to return from his parent's house after dinner, squirming on the couch with an uncontrollable urge. I felt every passing moment weigh heavy on me, urging me to the temptation to make good use of my fingers.

But I resisted until my frustration took the face of the sound of the door unlocking, signaling his arrival. I sat up, eagerly observing his strong physique, gentle countenance, and confident gait.

"I'm sorry. It took longer than expected," he apologized with a tender tone, burning my heart with it, revealing his pale face and his eyes filled with innocence. "You never need to apologize for spending time with your parents," I replied in the same tone, feeling the torment within me intensify as I stood up, stretching my arms out towards him.

His gaze faltered as he noticed my movement, his hands instinctively gripping his trousers. He seemed momentarily frozen in his bold attire, his lips slightly parted. "What are you waiting for?" I inquired, a soft smile playing on my lips as he finally broke out of his trance and stepped toward me.

"I missed you so much!" he whispered, his voice displaying his yearning as he enveloped me in my warm embrace. "I missed you too, sweetheart," I whispered back, melting his warm breath against my neck.

"It's been so difficult," he lamented, his tender lips meeting my neck and stealing my breath away with it. "Just watching you isn't enough." His desperation was palpable, his trembling body and quivering voice revealing his intense longing for me.

"It's alright. We're here together now, aren't we?" I reassured, halting his lips on my neck by cradling his face in my hands and meeting his teary gaze.

That look was reserved solely for me, revealing a side of him that no one else ever saw and no one could ever see. Those were the eyes of vulnerability and longing. Longing for me.

"I despise it. I hate having to pretend at the office. I hate it so much," he sobbed, eliciting a smile on my face and a surge of desire between my legs while his face burned with frustration and passion.

"Oh, baby, I know you do," I acknowledged his desire with my words, my lips tenderly tracing a path to his neck, and with my arms encircling his waist. "Oh, mistress!" He sweetly whimpered, throwing his head back from the soft pleasure on his skin, and gasped as my embrace tightened around his body.

Having a clear vision of his naked skin, I pressed more soft kisses onto his neck, feeling his arms narrow around my body as well, yanking me closer and closer to his.

I could tell he wanted me so badly. I could feel it in his arms, moans, and breaths. This was the man I knew. This was the man I was craving for all day long.

The tension between our heated bodies was growing, writhing together, until we found ourselves seated on the couch, his body resting on my thighs.

His body was practically burning in my arms, his face thawing with each kiss I landed on his skin. "I missed you so much," he whimpered, his eyes glazed with desire as he rested his hands on shoulders, his body so close to mine.

"I missed you too, my love," I whispered back, returning him the same passion with my eyes, slowly removing his tie from his collar. "Kiss me, mistress!" He begged like a disciplined boy, urging my lips on his.

Kissing him deeply, I tied his hands behind his back with his tie, relishing his grazing body. The kiss, which involved our tongue, our lips, saliva, and lust for each other, abruptly took a halt as I groped his throat, making his eyes peer at me.

I planted my palm on his cheek, pushing my thumb into his mouth, and received an accepting answer. He started sucking my thumb, softly bobbing his head as if sucking a cock, with his eyes speaking a language of seduction with me.

He looked so smitten and horny in a bold attire. Too aroused to think. Who could have thought that a dominant person like him could go weak for his love?

I watched him enjoy my thumb, sucking like there was no tomorrow, giving a delicious sight with a rising temperature and wetness growing between my legs.

But this wasn't enough. Thus, I removed my thumb from his mouth, watching his eyes become smuttier, and had him sit on his knees on the ground, in between my legs. He appeared exactly like my imagination. A boss of many, submitting to me.

I stretched my palm and peered at him cupping his face into it. "My sweet boy!" I whispered, watching a smile of pride form on his lips. "You know mommy loves to see you like that, right?" I questioned, getting a quick nod from me.

"And you know what mommy wants?" I added, getting the same answer. "Good boy." Adding once again I laid back, relaxing as I let his mouth slowly breathe from my thighs to my clothed wetness.

I could tell just by his eyes how badly he wanted to taste me, just how hard he had been through his pants.

I felt his lips kiss my wetness through my velvety shorts, his teeth tugging onto it, struggling to remove them from my skin, while he whimpered and wriggled like a puppy. It felt sweet, gentle, and exciting. His softness always melts and excites me.

"Do you want my help?" I whispered, getting his eyes to flutter and lips biting as he denied. "i will do it. I can do it." He struggled more, fully clothed, a perfect picture of me dominating my alpha boss.

I could not help but smirk, watching him slowly tug down my shorts. "Great job!" I hailed, and his face flushed with my words. Continuing, he advanced to my panties, getting rid of them like he was wishing for it to happen.

His face lightened up, and his eyes sparkled, watching how wet I was. He then glanced at me like a hungry puppy before diving his lips into my wetness.

Swiftly, his lips started sucking my wetness with hunger, his tongue licking my soul away. The soft licks turned into greedy thrusting as he pushed his tongue inside my wetness while his clothed body writhed more and more on the floor.

He was looking so good in that white shirt, messed up, and was struggling with his hands being tied behind his back, making me fall again for his trembling body. He was pleasuring me like no tomorrow, drooling and making me ooze out until I was coming into his mouth.

"I don't think my alpha boss is satisfied yet," I stated, breathing heavily, holding his licking mouth against my wetness. "Yes, mistress. I want more!" He growled with his leaking mouth, not leaving my wetness for a second until he had his fill.

But I halted his greed for a moment and actioned him to stand up by the flick of my finger, ordering him to unzip his pants. I pulled his length out from the zipper, not freeing his length completely, and gazed at his staring and fluttering eyes, smirking at him.

"Mistress!" He gasped, watching my hands caress his leaking cock, and hastily started rolling his eyes and moaning as I started pleasuring his length. "Who will say you are the same person who bosses everyone around?" I questioned, jerking him with just my fingers, and playing with his slippery tip.

"Look at you, shivering before me for some pleasure," I added, urging the loudness of his moans out. "You have no clue how bad I always want to fuck you in that office of yours. You have no clue how much it turns me on to dominate a dominant guy like you."

"But I have to hold myself back in front of all those women who have no idea that you belong to me." A bit of hatred appeared in my tone, out of my control by the jealousy.

"Oh, Mistress! You can fuck me whenever you want." He moaned, biting his lips, his chest puffing up from heavy breathing, his body jittering from pleasure. "I want you to ruin me in everyone's eyes. I don't care about anyone. I want you to do whatever you want to me." He stuttered, enjoying my hands until I stopped.

"What about your alpha image that everyone loves then?" I mocked, showing him that he was nothing but my sub, spreading my legs as I rested back on the sofa. "I don't care! You can make me look however you want." He stuttered breathing like he had run a mile, squinting his eyes as I yanked him close to my wetness by a strong tug on his hips.

"Oh, god! I would love to claim you as mine, but it turns me on so much that your dick is always hard for me. In the office while you're passing orders, in the meeting room while you're listening to everyone with a stiff face, and even in your parent's house. I bet you're always thinking of me."

"That's the feeling I want to have for as long as possible," I added, hearing his whimpers grow as I positioned his cock against my wetness.

"This dominant face that flushes every time my eyes land on it and this throbbing cock comes at the cost of me tormenting myself in that damn office." His whimper grew louder as I tugged his length inside me, making his balance difficult.

"Mistress!" He moaned, throbbing inside me with each inch sliding inside me. "No one knows how you beg. No one knows that this is your favorite part of the day. No one knows how bad you want to pleasure me." I moaned, making his hips start to fuck me.

"Go ahead, pleasure me like a good boy you are." I released my hands from his hips and watched him slowly sink into me with hungry pushes. It was as if he had been waiting for years but was held back because of me.

My moans began to appear as his hips started the strong dance against my wetness, while he looked at me with eyes full of submission.

Every inch was filling me up, each slow thrust was pleasuring my insides. I had gotten what I wanted. I had him just how I imagined him. "Harder!" I growled, making him bite his lips and obey me.

The sight of him thrusting his big dick inside me while fully clothed and hands tied was my present of the day. It was making everything nastier.

"Mistress! Am I doing good?" He moaned, raising the speed of his hips. "Oh, does my boss need to know how his performance of the day is?" I mocked, wrapping my legs around his waist, making him falter above me in the process and shudder inside me.

"Yes, Mistress! Your boss begs to know! Please!" He growled, practically pleading, getting bigger and bigger inside me as I grew wetter and tighter. "Oh, I could feel every inch Mistress! Every inch." He added, pleasure taking over him.

"Then I guess you're doing the perfect job!" I moaned back, this time fully grasping him closer to me by his shoulders. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"

"I fucking love this pathetic look on your proud face." I moaned, getting closer and closer to my orgasm, as he started shivering above me as well. "I'm just a pathetic boy for you, Mistress! I'm no boss. You're my boss." He moaned, getting me closer.

"Do you need my permission to cum, boss?" I teased again, licking his lips while he nodded, begging to be allowed. "You get to cum when I'm done." He moaned, making me dig my nails into his back and the teeth on his neck.

The width of his cock had fully become grown inside me, shivering and throbbing as he leaked as well. "I'm close! Mistress! Please!" He begged again, finally making me ooze out.

"Can I cum now, mistress?" He begged, watching me tremble and jitter from the pleasure. "Go ahead. After all, you're my alpha boss. How can I deny you?"

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[ryuichirou]

How would the TW cast react about them being kidnapped?

Anon this is such a fun theme for headcanons!! We have a couple of “darker” themed ones in the ask box, and I’m really looking forward to all of these, but I think this would be a very good start. Going through the list right now… I see how horrible some of these guys are lol their poor kidnappers.

Riddle – we’ve seen the way he behaved when the Charon squad came to abduct him, so I can imagine this is how he’s going to act in any kidnapping scenario. He’ll start yelling, swearing, attacking and trying to free himself. He is smart, but he is also very easy to trigger, so he is probably going to tire himself with his tantrum… not the best strategy.

Ace – he’d be very confused because why would anyone even want to kidnap him? He’s just some guy! In any case, he’ll try to charm his way out of this one, but since he’s definitely going to be in quite a panicked state, he won’t succeed. Still, he’ll annoy his kidnappers with his chatter, so they’re going to gag him pretty quickly. At least this is going to give him time to think about a plan…

Deuce – he’ll try to escape. He can’t really come up with some kind of smart strategy, but he is physically strong and very fast + can endure a lot, so this is Deuce’s strong points. If he gets even a tiny little moment of freedom, he’s going to run as fast as he can. If his kidnappers are smart, they’re going to shackle his ankles first. He is also very good at fighting…

Trey – he’d look so out of place… aside from obligatory “hey, let me out!”, it’s like he doesn’t fight back at all. In actuality, Trey is going to try to play his cards smart and start conserving energy and thinking about a runaway plan instantly. Oh maybe he’ll decide that it’s better to just sit there and wait until he’s rescued.

Cater – oh he’ll talk a lot. A lot of uncontrollable nervous chatter that’s going to make the kidnappers gag Cater even faster than they gagged Ace lol But if he’s lucky and has any access to any phone, he’ll use it as his means to escape. If there is no signal or phone in reach though and no way to obtain it, he’s probably going to give up quickly…

Leona – he’ll scoff and tease the kidnappers about the fact that they’ve kidnapped the wrong brother + that his family doesn’t care about him and that if they want to use him for money, they’re out of luck. He could however give them plenty of money if they free him… Unfortunately, this plan won’t work and he’ll just fall asleep lol Maybe he’ll think about a runaway plan if he wakes up and no one is there to rescue him yet. He says that he won’t get rescued but he still kind of expects it.

Ruggie – out of the entire cast, he’ll be the one to start thinking about the runaway plan the fastest. He hasn’t been kidnapped before, but he knows how this type of thing works, so he’ll try to either cooperate or try to talk his way out of the situation. He doesn’t care what he has to do to get free, he’ll do it no matter what. Ruggie is a survivor 💪

Jack – he is a wild beast, he won’t even talk to the kidnappers even if they want him to cooperate. He’ll just try to break out, even if it means that he has to fight everyone, break chains, do anything he has to do as long as it isn’t implying any kind of compromise with these assholes. He would despise them more than anything.

Azul – his initial instinct would be to start fighting back, because the feeling of losing control is one of the most triggering things to Azul (of course, anyone would be triggered by kidnapping, but still lol), but he would also calm down rather quickly and try to figure out who the other party is. He’ll talk to kidnappers, ask them leading questions, go through the list of his ill-wishers in his head and try to think who is trying to take revenge on him. Then, based on his conclusions, he’ll either try to bribe the kidnappers (he won’t pay them of course, he’ll just ask the Tweels to get rid of them), to talk his way out of the situation, to fight his way out of the situation or to stay put waiting for the Tweels to come and save him. Even though the situation is shocking, Azul is overly controlling and paranoid, so he is always prepared for something like this.

Floyd – he’d be so ANNOOOOOYED. “Hey, this isn’t funny” is a line that comes to mind first. It’s not that difficult for him to escape, and he’s probably going to do it as soon as possible. He doesn’t like being tied down, he doesn’t like people talking about him as if he isn’t in the room, he doesn’t like the fact that when Azul and Jade come to rescue him they’re going to make fun of him. So he has to go on a rampage before they do~

Jade – he also won’t be amused about the whole thing. It’s also quite easy for him to escape, but he’ll actually try to humour himself with this whole situation. He’ll probably sit there and talk to the kidnappers, messing with their minds, saying crude and horrifying things, metaphorically picking their brains with needles and honestly having way too much fun for someone who’s been kidnapped. He is honestly the wrong Leech to try to kidnap… he’ll leave the kidnappers traumatised lol

Kalim – even though the initial reaction would be shock and terror, he’ll try to calm himself down quickly: he has been instructed what to do if he’s kidnapped. So breathe calmly, avoid conversations and wait for Jamil or the guards from the Asim family to come and rescue him. Even though he’d have the urge to do something stupid like try to talk to the kidnappers and stuff.

Jamil – he would feel so sick, like the sickest mix of “oh no, where is Kalim” and “this is all the Asim’s fault”. Somehow, even when he is kidnapped, Kalim is the first person on his mind, which isn’t really illogical: if they targeted Jamil, it’s absolutely related to Kalim in some way. He won’t do anything stupid, he’ll scan the surroundings and try to figure out what’s going on as fast as possible and then either wait for the kidnappers to lose vigilance or try to charm his way out of there – his unique magic is perfect for that, and he’d check if his kidnappers are aware of it.

Vil – he is a verrry intriguing one. Because Vil could be very physical and aggressive, and he has both the strengths and stamina to pull off an escape and fight the kidnappers with just his fists and kicks. But he is also such a good actor that I almost want him to stay kidnapped for a little longer just so he could do his charms for his advantage too. He could pretend to be sick, or to be in a complete utter despair, playing the role of a gentle spoiled magicam superstar that’s never done a single difficult thing in his life. Whatever would suit the situation more.

Rook – he’d be scarily calm. He might even chat with the kidnappers in such a friendly Rook way that he’ll just freak them out lol But he also might just be very serious but unbothered about the whole thing. He studies his surroundings, he studies his kidnappers’ behaviour patterns, he knows what to do and when to do it to run away. He’ll be alright. He’s always better than his kidnappers at literally everything.

Epel – he’ll get very feisty lol and he’ll try everything: he’ll get aggressive at first and try to fight everyone, then he’ll calm down and start quietly crying, then he’ll start to tug on the kidnappers’ heartstrings with how pathetic and weak he looks, then he’ll try to bite them and fight them again, then he’ll get punched again, it’s a very long journey for Epel.

Idia – oh poor Idia, he’ll give up immediately. He won’t be doing anything physical – he knows there is no way that he’d escape. The only thing he could do is sit there in complete terror hoping that Ortho will come and save him soon. Wait, there is one other thing he could do – make his situation even worse because his response to stress is so start irritating people by belittling and trolling them. He could be in a very rough shape when Ortho finds him because of that…

Ortho – lasers go brrrrrrrrrrrr, I’m sure it won’t be an issue for him lol But if the kidnappers find a way to turn him off, then, well… I guess he’s not going to have much of a reaction in that case :(

Lilia – oh it’s going to be so easy for him to run away it’s not even funny lol He definitely has some experience with stuff like that, even though it hasn’t happened in quite a while. He knows both how to manipulate/emotionally and verbally abuse his kidnappers, and how to escape in a sneaky manner, but you know what? He’s not going to do anything because he wants to see if Silver and Sebek figure out how to find and free him first.

Silver – he is going to be alert and serious, and he’ll probably know what to do because he’s been trained to handle situation like this. So he would be surprisingly badass about this whole thing, but I’d like to note than in contrast to all the other guys who would be sassy and aggressive towards the kidnappers, Silver is going to be very earnest. He might also fall asleep at a lot of inappropriate times lol

Sebek – his initial reaction is similar to Riddle’s, but he is also trained enough to stop himself at some point during his tantrum and start actually thinking about what he’s going to do. Just like Jack, he wouldn’t want to converse with the kidnappers, but he’ll gladly tell them about how worthless they are. They’ll dismiss him as if he’s just some righteous idiot, but then Sebek is going to have his badass moment lol He really is a bit of an idiot, but he is a good soldier.

Malleus – he would be both confused, amused and a little bit offended. He would be more offended if he wasn’t so amused by the kidnappers’ stupidity. They surely don’t know who they’re picking a fight with, these pathetic fools. Malleus is going to humour them for a couple of hours before smiling at them menacingly, breaking the chains/rope and going absolutely ballistic on these idiots.

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Thoughts on Ikki from Amnesia: Memories (1.5k WORDS)

In this post: spoilers, gifs (wait for them to load)

Ikki is my favorite character from Amnesia: Memories. He gets a lot of hate for being spineless and subjecting the main character to bullshit because of it. I think his outward flirtatiousness doesn’t help, as it suggests he is a person who knows his way around people and would have no problems telling them off for bad behavior… and therefore, any inaction on his part must be because… he’s not a good person, right?

At the crux of it, Ikki’s problems have to do with his belief in an external locus of control and his inability to acknowledge his own freedom. This can be seen in the very nature of his wish, which has to do with controlling other people.

I find Ikki the most relatable character in the game, and here’s my chance to defend that opinion!

Magical eyes: who is actually the victim?

We are told that Ikki has “magical eyes” that are able to seduce any girl who looks at him. This may seem ridiculous, but let’s examine the full implications of this within the Amnesia universe:

We know

Ikki made the wish when he was little

it’s made every woman he sees infatuated with him.

My interpretation is that the eyes plant in them a fully-developed limerence. Limerence is an extremely painful, obsession with someone which differs from a crush due to its intense nature (some authors consider it a form of OCD). Dorothy Tennov, a seminal author on limerence, has described it as “an uncontrollable, biologically determined, inherently irrational, instinct-like reaction” (Love and Limerence 1979)

From the perspective of the women, interacting with him is deeply irresistible.

Limerence or not doesn’t excuse randomly grabbing onto his shoulder, harassing his partner and straight up murder. But overwhelming feelings are not just feelings — they influence motivation.

The point is, while limerence is not a physical force (in the same way I as a weak 120lb woman cannot bench press 200lbs), it is a persistent mental force. It is a series of assaults to one’s healthy sense of will. Imagine trying to take a test with a pounding headache. It is not that you are unable to take moment-to-moment action (e.g. grip the pencil) but that making rational choices is hard, because of the pain constantly pulling back your attention. Someone under its grip may end up doing uncharacteristic things because the pain of fighting it off is too much. In desiring release from this intense surge of chemicals, one seeks in any way to “bridge” the gap between them and their person of fixation.

Ikki’s eyes, by whatever in-universe logic, produce in random women sensations so strong that they find it physically painful to be apart from Ikki. In spite of how despicable the fan girls are, they are forced to have extremely painful experiences they could never consent to.

You may think the MC was able to break out of the spell, and therefore the other girls just weren’t trying hard enough. Yes. But considering the MC was the only one who was ever capable of breaking the spell, it does not suggest that the act is likely. Personally, I think this can be explained by MC’s plot armor, though I get that it's important symbolically.

Low self-esteem and learned helplessness

There’s always a karmic lesson involved when a character makes some kind of wish that controls other people. Not even in the sense that what they did was bad so they must be punished, but that what they wished for wasn’t what they really wanted, and ends up bringing them further from happiness because of it.

Ikki’s life attitude can be reflected in his wish (1) first in its nature concerning the affection of other people, and (2) in its format, which alters the state of the world rather than Ikki himself.

Ikki’s deepest wish is to be liked and this can be seen in his route. In any encounter, he defaults to making himself as gentlemanly and inoffensive as possible. He’s locked in a fawn response. He makes promises he can’t keep if only because he feels obliged to preserve others’ happiness. When Shin gets mad at him for rejecting Mine too harshly (not really much he could’ve done as we see many girls won’t take “no” for an answer) he apologizes for causing a disturbance. Certainly he feels guilt for being both the direct and indirect source of their unhappiness.

Yes, it is a selfish desire to not want to speak out and risk other people’s displeasure. But I can understand. If your entire life has revolved around being liked by others, the thought of losing that isn’t just a blow to your happiness but your total sense of self. In other words, who even is Ikki underneath this persona? How can he begin to construct a sense of self that is not rooted in others’ superficial admiration when he never had a chance to learn?

Next, going back to the wish. If Ikki wanted to be popular, he could have wished for a lovely voice or some other talent, which would have offered some buffer space for others’ opinions of him to form. But he wishes for girls to like him, unqualified. He doesn’t wish to change; he wishes for the world around him to change.

He desires an instantaneous opinion of approval that is never grounded on anything “deep,” — because real appreciation takes time to form!

How can you know someone is kind? Through observing their behaviors over a period of time and seeing that they are consistent. But even then you could be wrong, should you discover an ulterior motive behind them (e.g. doing things for social clout).

Ikki didn’t seem to understand how real relationships work — he focused on the outcome, rather than the progression — the series of “mundane” exchanges that really teach you about a person.

Forcing other people’s will has only strengthened his own fatalism; even after a supernatural intervention, he hasn’t become happy. He’s stuck because he doesn’t know what else he could even wish for, because according to him the world around him has to change rather than himself. This world view makes it very hard for him to act in a way that is “out of character,” even when we the player are begging him to.

I cringed so hard when I saw this — because he is approaching his relationship with the MC with the same mindset. (Ikki talking about his eyes)

Making excuses for others

Lastly, we see that Ikki internalizes his feelings of loneliness and guilt, only revealing them to MC when he’s drunk, and I believe he blames himself disproportionately for the pain of other people.

At Ikki’s apartment, he speaks of the guilt he faces every time at breaking a girl’s heart, and says it is enough to drown him. The language he uses is reflective of someone in a deep depression.

Again this fatalism that he’s destined to hurt others and maybe there’s no point to anything because he’ll end up alone anyway.

This is interesting because. One way of looking at it is yes, since the limerences were planted as a direct result of his wish, he is ultimately responsible for all of their suffering.

But more optimistically, there is still a gap between intense feeling and action, and the self-blame plays very neatly into his pattern of avoiding freedom of responsibility. To downplay the actions of the fangirls as either “they felt too intensely, they couldn’t help it!” or “they didn’t have bad intentions-”

… is yet another excuse to not have to think about freedom and responsibility.

Because to see the fangirls as people and recognize their choice to refrain from harmful behaviors shows that if even they can change then maybe Ikki can too.

But he wants to feel validation for all the suffering he’s been through, so it would be all the more tragic to imagine this a part of destiny that he can’t change, no one can change.

Oh, Ikki.

What makes me empathize with a character is not whether they make the “right” decisions, but whether given their past and the unique circumstances they are in, it is understandable they ended up the way they did.

There’s plenty to be criticized about Ikki’s actions — but I do not think he is a bad person. I think he is idealistic and neurotic and has been punished unjustly for a shortsighted mistake. Because of this I was very happy to see him finally stand up for himself and MC, and it gives a sense of “well-earned” to their happy ending. (I also warned up a bit to his aesthetic as well as voice acting - which was fantastically done!)

[arcaneglitch]

5 and 19 for your all your main OCs?

oh gosh I hope you know what you just asked for lmao

5. What's their moral compass like?

19. How do they view the world? Are they an optimist? A pessimist? A realist?

I think I'll use alignment answers here to simplify a bit (also starting to think that I should include a quick breakdown of my various OCs in my pinned post)

Harley

Neutral good: What others deem to be right doesn't necessarily factor into his decision-making as much as what his conscience says is right. He wants to help people and is willing to make personal sacrifices to do so but is willing to bend or even break the rules Pessimist-leaning realist: He tries to balance his expectations by what's most likely to happen regardless of positive or negative outcomes. The Red War triggered a more negative shift in viewpoint that only became exacerbated by Cayde's death (he blames himself for not preventing it, due to having seen a simulation in the Infinite Forest)

Fyr

Chaotic good: He does things for (usually) the right reasons but how he goes about doing them can be unorthodox and he can come off to others as unpredictable/uncontrollable Optimist: Fyr's generally a very positive person and tries to look on the bright side. Sometimes when things mount up, it can grow to be too much for him, but he's generally able to hang onto his optimistic outlook when others give up

Jade

Lawful good: She has a very strong sense of justice and what's right and is generally unwilling to compromise her values (though she will make occasional exceptions if she feels there's unfairness in the way things work out) Realist-leaning optimist: She knows her optimism can sometimes make her seem naive or idealistic, but she also sees it as worth hanging onto. She's aware that positive outcomes aren't necessarily the most likely, but she believes it's important to try reaching for them anyway

Bazzle

Lawful good: He's very by-the-book in his values, and it takes a lot to convince him to make exceptions. However he's entirely capable of recognizing when the system is rigged (such as Harley's persecution by the Praxic Order) and is willing to step in and help (within the boundaries) Realist: He's very practical-minded and doesn't let himself get carried away by imagining positive or negative outcomes. He believes in doing the best he can in any given situation without getting caught up in what might be

Kaedro-22

Chaotic neutral: I would almost describe him as "recklessly responsible." When he's around older Guardians (his age or close to it), he tends to embrace more of his chaotic side, but when he's around newer Guardians, he tames those instincts a bit more in an effort to set a "good example" Realist: Kaedro would say he's been around too long to be anything else. He's seen both the bright sides and dark sides of humanity. While others might see his outlook as a tragedy born from his centuries of experience, he would view it as a triumph to not have fallen into pessimistic and cynical ways of thinking

Rogue-12

Chaotic good: He doesn't have much respect for the Vanguard as an authority, but he does respect them as people. He's fully willing to act outside Vanguard jurisdiction if he sees it as the right thing to do (which is why he wasn't one of the people sent to the Tangled Shore to stop Harley lol) Optimist-leaning realist: To some extent, Rogue believes in the power of positive thinking, but he believes even more in the power of positive action. His optimistic tendencies are a tool that shapes the way he acts and how he handles sistuations

Rae

Chaotic neutral: She's been around the longest, so she's pretty ambivalent toward institutions like the Consensus and the Vanguard. She cares about her clan and her fireteam and doesn't really care to listen to anyone outside of those two groups. She will drop a cause at the drop of a hat if her values stop aligning with it Pessimist: Rae tends to look on the darker side of things, which she would probably describe as "necessary." It's not that she believes that things can't get better, just that she doesn't think it's likely

Liv

Chaotic good: She's headstrong and willing to disobey orders that go against her morals, such as Zavala's order to not push into the Titan Arcology when none of them had the Light. Sometimes this tendency gets her recognized as a hero and sometimes it gets her in trouble Realist-leaning optimist: Liv is firmly committed to not letting herself sink into cynical thought patterns. Granted, it became much harder for her in the wake of events such as the Red War, Cayde's death, and Harley's apparent death. Still, she thinks it's important to hang onto the hope that she can change things for the better

Kai

True neutral: She's one of the older Sunbreakers and remembers what it was like when she wasn't welcomed by Zavala or the City. She's often able to separate her feelings from her actions and can come off as impersonal as a result, but she cares about her fireteam and clan Pessimist-leaning realist: Similar to Rogue, Kai tends to favor actions. She doesn't really put much stock in picturing a good result when she can get involved and make that good result reality. After her teammates fell in the Great Disaster, she's taken on more pessimistic traits but doesn't let negative thought patterns take over

Tristan

Lawful good: The difference between right and wrong is firmly ingrained in him and he generally respects the Vanguard and the Guardian Code. Like Bazzle, he favors a by-the-book approach but can be pressured into other methods depending on the situation Pessimist-leaning realist: Tristan is fully aware that things may not work out in the best way possible, but he still tries his hardest to promote that outcome. He's conscious of his negative thought patterns and does his best to combat them or put them out of his mind

Kyler

Chaotic neutral: He has no problem rejecting the rules or systems that he lives under if they don't suit him. When his adoptive father was killed in a Taken incursion, he began working for the Underlord to get back at the Guardian he saw as responsible. He can develop loyalty to others, but he looks out for himself first and foremost Optimist-leaning realist: Kyler started out as a more cynical realist due to getting dealt a sucky hand by the universe, but has since made an effort to change his viewpoint. Just because he's had some darker times in his life doesn't mean there hasn't also been good and now he consciously tries to seek out that good

Tysm for the ask!

oc asks

[childewife-baby]

King of Fatui's

Chapter 3

His eyes rake over my tits. “Do I ?” he asks dryly.

“That’s what they say.”

A demonic smirk tilts his lips. “And what else do they say?”

I swallow. “That you only fuck from behind.”

His gaze lifts to mine, flashing black.

“How very gentlemanly of me.”

In one swift motion, he sheds his shirt, balls it in a bloodied fist, and tosses it on the floor.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.All other characters in the Bible too. Backlit by the early morning sun streaming through the window, he’s a mountain of muscle and sin, and no amount of ink staining his body can conceal his brawn or definition. Rubbing a bloodied paw down his abs, he takes a lazy step toward the bed, a move that makes my mouth water in anticipation and my toes curl in fear.

He looks up at me warily. Spreads his arms like we’ve found ourselves in an unfortunate situation, and the consequences will be less painful if we just accept our fate.

“Guess you were right.”

The sunbeam cutting across the playing cards and scriptures on his chest traps the meaning of his words:I’m no gentleman.

I shouldn’t be so stupefied. I knew it from the beginning. From the moment I sauntered up to him at the bar and his gaze heated the flesh through the slit in my stolen dress. But I guess being faced with the reality is scarier than the fantasy.

And Scaramouche Raiden in all of his sinful glory, is scary as fuck.

Clink, thawp.His belt slides from its loops with a flex of a bicep. It sounds like the crack of a whip and it sobers me immediately. On instinct, my eyes dart to the door, and I wonder if I’d make it past the monster if I ran fast enough. Deciding there’s not a chance in hell, I stifle a groan and stare at the sheet by my thigh instead. Run a trembling hand over the cream Egyptian cotton and make a shitty joke, as if it’ll poke a hole in my unease.

“I knew you ironed your sheets.”

An animalistic grunt spills from the bottom of the bed. I look up just in time to catch ink dipping under black boxers before a strong hand grips my ankle and yanks me flat. The ceiling disappears as quickly as it arrived, obstructed by shoulders wider than a soccer field and some beautiful purple eye's.

Sweet, holy hell.Despite only being five-foot-two with a straight spine, I’ve never felt small before. Guess most girls whose thighs chafe in summer have the same issue, but when Scaramouche ’s hot, heavy body comes down on top of mine, pinning me to the bed with steel muscle and ill-intent, I feel like I’ve been swallowed by an eclipse.

Despite the delirium-inducing warmth, I shiver when he grabs my bun, tugs my head back, and nestles his face into my throat. “Do me a favor, Y/N”, he growls against my racing pulse. “Unless you’re moaning my name or sucking my dick, keep your fucking mouth shut.” Another tug on my bun, another crackle in my clit. “I’m so sick of the shit that comes out of it.”

I know I’m meant to be furious, but fuck, it’s hard to be angry when you’re melting under meat and muscle. Hard tothink.His torso skims down my body, his hands following suit, until he’s nestled between my thighs. Thick, swollen fingers curl over the waistband of my shorts, and my heart gives up beating altogether.

Fuck. Is he going to finish what he started in his office? I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it. I haven’t been able to handle the mere ideaof it. I’ve used the shower head on my clit four times thinking about it, and haven’t made it past the third imaginary lick before—

Oh, god.He rips my shorts down my legs, and with his absent-minded toss, they disappear into the shadows behind him. He glances quickly at the strip of lace covering my pussy, then buries his face into it.

My gasp melts into a shudder at the warm, wet pressure. Some mine, some his. A deep rush of pleasure spreads out from my center and through my limbs like a wildfire, hot and uncontrollable.

I know I won’t survive it.

When I feel his tongue push the fabric of my thong into my entrance, I clamp my teeth over my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. I might not be in the right state of mind, but my desire to not give this man the satisfaction of breaking me is instinctual.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to think of anything but what’s going on between my legs, but it becomes impossible when he yanks my thong off, too. My lids pop open just in time to see him fist my panties and toss it in the direction of his dresser. They fly through the room and land on a lamp.

He glances up at me. “Mine now.

“You fucking my panties, or something?”

A hard flick on my clit makes stars flash in front of my eyes.

“Or something.”

Christ.The thought of him jacking off into my panties has my head spinning. It’s so crude, soungentlemanly,and it’s obscene how flattered I am. With a rough tug, he pulls my legs apart, clamps my knees to the bed, and sits up just enough to study what’s in between them.

[mrspockify]

Wrote a whole ass essay here and I don't even know if it fully makes sense I'm so sorry 💀

TW for discussion of harassment, some suggestive content (nothing graphic)

Ok so what if, instead of just completely shifting into what their body is inclined towards, they're mostly just influenced by the new thoughts/feelings. They're still stuck with their own personalities, so instead of resorting to something completely unlike them, they pretty much merge with these new thoughts and react/interpret them in weird ways.

So like Mario in Bowser's body has all of this untapped rage and these animalistic tendencies, but because Mario is Mario, his affection for Peach and Luigi turns those feelings into an instinctual urge to protect them. So he actually starts getting uncontrollably aggressive towards anyone else who comes near them (and obviously he feels horrible about it when he comes back to awareness, because he would never willingly take a swipe at any innocent toad who unfortunately walked a little too close to their princess at the wrong time).

But it makes him dangerous, too, because he's got fire breath he can't really control, and his body, which he's still getting used to moving around in, is covered in sharp spikes that can stag on anything, or anyone. It's also making it difficult to get anything done regarding switching them back, because Mario's having a very hard time letting either of them out of his sight even for a second, because if he can't see them then he can't keep them safe.

But then you have Bowser in Mario's body, and I think he suddenly, inexplicably finds himself drawn to Peach and Luigi in ways he usually isn't. But instead of recognizing these feelings as love and devotion, it becomes an obsession towards them. Bowser being Bowser, reacts to these strong feelings with his own brand of maliciousness, acting on every human instinct he has when he's around them, because he, like Mario and his newfound rage, can't really control it (not that he even wants to, once he realizes what it can do).

To a degree, he's feeling the way Mario does about Peach and Luigi, but his mind has chosen to interpret it differently. He's not caring and protective of them, he's possessive. Where Mario feels a responsibility towards them, Bowser feels ownership.

With Peach especially, he suddenly has these overwhelming feelings of affection towards her that he somehow twists into something much more sinister and dangerous. He can't keep his hands off of her, can't stop trying to draw every kind of reaction he can from her. He becomes obsessed with having her attention on him in any way he can get it, because that suddenly feels good. Any time she's within his sight he basically pounces on her like she's prey, because she's suddenly the only thought on his mind.

He also finds out very quickly that he can get her attention by acting in... specific ways. He discovers that it's violating touches and suggestive whispers in her ear that bring out the biggest reactions, the most intense disgust and anger. And we've already established that he can't physically feel anything in Mario's body, so it's not as if he can just alleviate his urges through physical pleasure/sex. He's stuck in this weird mental arousal, obsessed with reaching some sort of climax but no real way to get it. He has to resort to insane levels of psychological warfare with her to satisfy whatever this is. I'm honestly not even sure what it might look like, but it's certainly not anything good.

And now you can also imagine that, with Bowser's obsessive behaviors towards Peach and Luigi, and with Mario's instinctual need to protect them at any cost, they're going to have one hell of a time trying to get them in a room together without one killing the other, or even hurting someone else (the poor princess or brother?) who might accidentally get in their way.

Ok so I was watching Brave earlier and I had ✨a thought✨

In the body swap AU what if being tapped in a monster’s body starts to have an effect on Mario where he slowly starts to lose himself to the monstrous urges? Like for a few seconds he’ll essentially ���black out’ and become one with the beast he’s physically become, and overtime it starts to happen more frequently and he can’t control it no matter how hard he tries.

And when Peach and Luigi eventually rescue him, it happens again; His eyes change color and he starts to talk in low snarls and grunts. They’re both confused, but quickly figure out something’s not right, and they’re forced to back away as he starts to corner them with a menacing, animalistic glare. He raises the claws, but before he can attack he suddenly comes back to his senses. Realizing what he almost did, Mario profusely apologizes and explains that it’s been happening on and off for a while, feeling completely ashamed of himself despite knowing it’s not his fault.

Obviously I don’t expect this to actually happen (nor do I want it too cuz I would literally never recover lol) I just felt the need to participate in sharing ideas hehe

This had me pacing around and banging my fists on the table because YES. That's genius, omg!! 😱 What if the body they inhabit had a direct impact/influence on their psyche long-term? What if Bowser progressively assimilated human behavior while becoming more sophisticated, whereas Mario slowly felt his own mind begin to slip as the beastly side began to take over?

And for it to happen in front of Luigi and Peach too!.. 😭🙇‍♀️ Mario would be utterly mortified to be seen like this, poor dear. 😥 What if he ended up hurting one of them by accident?? It would be so scary for him to feel that shift and be unable to stop it. To slowly - but surely - start to lose the grasp he has on his own thoughts and actions. In a scenario like this one, I imagine that it would be a race against time. A rushed and desperate attempt to turn him back to normal before he forgets who he is entirely. 😣

I love mixing ideas and integrating concepts from different movies into this universe, and the premise for Brave fits perfectly in the body swap AU. 🎭💯 Thank you so much for sharing, dear!! 🙏💖

[dddomenstarstwst1]

I'm not sure if requests are open but if they are can you write some headcanons for afab riddle squirting for the first time? I imagine he wouldn't even know what squirting is or how it's possible so he'd be fun to tease

Oh yeah, he for sure would very surprised. Thank you for requesting!

First time squirting (ft.afab!riddle)

Character: Riddle Rosehearts

Genre: Smut, fluff

Warnings: sub!afab!Riddle, dom!gn!reader, squirting, fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, edging, teasing, pussy slapping (once)

a/n: a character is aged-up and depicted as 18+ y/o

Riddle felt so exposed at the moment, lying naked on the bed. He looked up at you, awaiting for you to finally do something. You've been staring at him for way too long, and Riddle wasn't sure if it's good or bad.

He gasped when your palms slid up the inners of his thighs, squeezing them slightly. You purposefully avoided his leaking pussy, moving up his body. You left a trail of kisses along your way until you reached his lips. Riddle whimpered in a kiss, wrapping his hands around your neck as he was trying hard not to think about your leg pressing right on his clit.

"Please..." You chuckled at his plead, feeling more wetness spreading on your leg. "Please what? What should I do, baby?" Riddle silently chewed on his bottom lip, gaze avoiding yours. After a couple of minutes he finally looked up at you, still a bit hesitant.

"Please, touch me... Touch my pussy!" He immediately hid his face in his hands, embarrassed of how desperate he was. You praised him for being honest and rewarded Riddle with a kiss. Your hand went down to his pulsing cunt, collecting his juices on your fingers.

Riddle looked like he was on cloud nine, and you didn't even start yet. You teasingly entered him with one finger, moving in and out in an antagonizingly slow pace. Riddle instinctively closed his legs, but you forcefully opened them, before shoving two fingers inside and fucking him roughly.

"W-wait! T-too much–" you knew he was close, so before Riddle could cum, you pull your fingers out. He clenched around nothing, frustrated with your teasing. After some time you enter him once again, moving slow this time. "Don't tease me! Let me come!" You shake your head, pressing your fingers on his g-spot.

"Let's play a bit more, hm? You'll like it in the end, i assure you!" Riddle nodded weakly, trusting you fully. You moved down, lying in front of his wet cunt. You giggle when Riddle clenches desperately, wanting more. You decide not to tease him too much and lick a long stipe along his pussy.

"Hah, oh god!" You throw his legs over your shoulders and dive in. Your tongue circled his clit, as your fingers fucked him open. Riddle grabbed your hair, pulling you closer to his sex. You switch fingers with your tongue and slide it in his hole.

Riddle is easily overstimulated, so you decide to take advantage of that and have him shaking by the time you're done. Your tongue works wonders with Riddle's pussy, thumb rubbing his pulsing clit. "I'm gonna– g'nna cum!" You don't stop eating him out even after Riddle came.

"No! I just came! S-sto–" you suck on Riddle's clit, ripping out a long whine from him. He grips on the sheets, legs shaking uncontrollably, while you abuse his pussy. Riddle felt his whole body convulse, overflown by strong sensations. It felt as if he was going to pee, so Riddle tried his best to pull you away from him.

You slap his cunt, and that's all it took for Riddle to cum hard, squirting on the bed. You help him get out every last drop, before stopping. You slide your eyes up to Riddle's face, but he hides it in his arms. "Riddle? Is everything okay? Was it too much?" You hear sobs and start panicking on what to do, but he takes his arms away and looks at you, crying.

"I t-told you to stop! But you wouldn't, and I just– I just peed myself!" You stare at him dumbfounded. Wait, he doesn't know what squirting is? "Riddle, hey! It's okay, you didn't pee yourself. You squirted. W-well, technically, squirt is a combination of urinary fluids and–"

"I squirted?" You nod, caressing his thigh in reassuring movements, "I see. Uhm... It felt nice," you can't help but laugh at his adorable innocence, "Hey!" Your fingers creep down to Riddle's clit once again, and he stops sulking, gasping in surprise.

"How about repeating it? I wanna see your pretty face while you squirt all over my hands." Riddle bites his bottom lip, he knows you won't let that situation be and will tease him for a long time about it. Good thing he loves you, or it'd be off with your head.

[osamusriceballs]

Heat - Part I

Part II II Part III

Suna x fem Reader

Warnings: NSFW

Words: ~ 1,3 k

About: It’s an omegaverse story. Kinda cliche, forgive me

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“Fuck- get off me, you idiot-”

Atsumu desperately tries to push the middle blocker away- a very futile attempt as he would quickly realize. The dark-haired male has the sweater of the setter in a death grip, his nose buried in the soft material as soon as he pressed his face against the fabric. He’s deeply inhaling, his brows furrowed with an almost scarily intent expression, while his hands claw uncontrollably into the sweater. Atsumu grabs his shoulders and pushes against Suna’s body but it’s no use. There is no way to escape Suna’s hold in the state he is now.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Let go of me, now-” Atsumu’s harsh words don’t reach Suna in his haze, his mind is only filled with the smell on Atsumu’s sweater. An intoxicating, insanely addicting smell. Sweet and light, only faintly stuck to the material, like Atsumu just barely had contact with the owner- but it’s driving him insane. The second he smelled it, he knew he had to come closer to the source, he felt a primal urge coming over him, and his body reacted on instinct and latched onto Atsumu, despite the later’s strong alpha scent.

A warning growl leaves his lips when Sakusa tries to pull Suna away from Atsumu- and he quietly takes a step back, slowly realizing what happened to the middle blocker. “Miya. He needs that sweater. Give it to him.”

“Why should he do that?” Bokuto seems confused, still not fully gasping the situation but Atsumu complies and spits out a few curses before he wiggles himself out of the sweater, not caring about ripping the fabric when he tries to take it off while Suna still clings onto it. He immediately grabs the pieces of the former sweater and warningly glares at the other three men in the room, as if one of them dared to try to take it away from him. Away from the smell that’s clouding his senses.

Bokuto blinks confused, still trying to figure out what the heck is going on, but the possessiveness of the dark-haired male is very familiar to him. He experienced the same feelings with Akaashi when they met in high school, and he still remembers the day vividly. The smell on the sweater-

“Shit. His mate.”

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“Why-” 

You gasp, your body involuntarily bending at the middle with your arms wrapped around your stomach. This is not the time for you to go into heat, it should be weeks before the next one is coming- but the feeling right now is undeniable. The tingling between your legs, your body aching to be touched, to be fucked, to be bred by your mate- the urge is overwhelming. 

It must the smell on Atsumu. Not Atsumu’s smell. You’re used to that one, and even though he is an alpha, you never felt that kind of attraction towards him, despite his sporadic attempts to flirt with you. No, it was the scent that stuck to his sweater, a scent that subconsciously made you hug him and cuddle against him, seeking closeness and near- which surely got you some mocking comments from him like: “Ya wanna give us a try, princess?”, “Am I that irresistible? Just say it and I’m all yours,”- but you could only focus on the addicting scent that stuck to him. Whose scent was it? That managed to kickstart your heat with just a faint note as that??

“Miss? Are you okay?” A woman next to you politely asks and tries to touch your hand- but immediately pulls back after taking a deep sniff. “Fuck- you’re in heat.” A growl leaves her lips, and you quickly recognize her as an alpha- the urge to beg for her to help you relieve your needs is almost killing you, and you look at each other intently, your chest raising heavily, and your head is leaning closer to take in her strong alpha scent. She suddenly presses you against the door of the subway, caging you between her arms and leans her face closer to your neck to deeply inhale your scent. A whimper escapes your lips, and you expose your neck submissively- hardly holding back at this point.

“Omega- get home. You’re unmated.” You barely realize how she clenches her fists, fighting the urge to pull you closer but instead releases your body when the subway comes to halt. Your legs are tightly pressed together but you somehow manage to exit and stumble towards the direction of your home. It’s just a short walk to your apartment, but it feels like an eternity, when your body is aching and burning like fire. A thin layer of sweat is covering your body, your panties sticking to your core, and the desire to give yourself some relief and pushing your fingers in your wet heat is driving you insane. You’re lucky that you barely meet people on the street, you know that it’s dangerous to walk around smelling like you do now. Like an omega in heat.

Your fingers tremble when you get the keys out of your pocket, constant whimpers leaving yous lips, and you sink to your knees as soon as you managed to open the lock. “Please”- you whine, not sure what or who you’re begging for- when a wave of the faintly familiar scent suddenly hits you. Your eyes dart around, searching for the source in a haze, when you realize a familiar figure, one you didn’t expect to see at your apartment, definitely not at this hour.

Atsumu. 

“Fuck- y/n-” a growl leaves his lips, his body tensing when he realizes the state you’re in. His instincts take over and he gets on his knees, pressing your body against the opened door frame and burying his face in your neck. “Atsumu- I need help,” you whimper and grab the back of his head to keep him close, to keep his alpha scent close. His body is trembling just like yours, and he releases another growl, one that makes his chest vibrate and go right to your needy core. His scent is pulling you towards him, your omega instincts screaming in your body to get him to fuck you- until another scent hits you. 

Not the faint note of the scent on Atsumu’s shirt. No. 

The very source of it.

“Let me go- I’m gonna kill you, Atsumu, for real- Get the fuck off her. Now-” 

You barely realize the three other men standing behind Atsumu, one, struggling and fighting, currently being held back by the two other men- all of their scents identifying them as alphas, one of them even mated already. The one on the middle though- he’s the source of the scent. You’re sure about that the second you look at him, your body instantly recognizing and reacting to his smell. He’s the reason for your heat- and the smell coming from him tells you how much you affect him too. He’s just about to enter his rut, considering how strong his scent is to you.

Atsumu hesitantly pulls back at his words, making space for the dark-haired in front of you- and you only have a second to take in the handsome view of him- dark hair with broad shoulders, his eyes dark and surprisingly expressive, his muscular thighs exposed under the shorts he’s wearing- before he yanks the other two men away and strides towards your direction. The second he falls to his knees and cages your body between his arms you know instantly who he is- 

Your mate.

[writteninkat]

Switched | Itadori Yuji x reader x Sukuna

summary: fucking yuji means a passionate night until sukuna decides to be an asshole and switches with your boyfriend half way through sex.

F!reader

word count: 2.6k

warnings: 18+, name calling

author's note: i've been thinking of this since i last closed the app and i knew i just had to write it

You've been horny all night.

Your boyfriend, Itadori Yuji, is wearing a simple plain white dress shirt which he folded up right below his elbows. He has two buttons undone and the shirt is tucked in black dress pants, his long legs causing for his ankles to show right above the black boat shoes he has on his feet.

He finished the look with a white silver watch on his left wrsit. Honestly? You could feel your cunt already dripping just by the way your boyfriend looked while the two of you were still at the apartment.

As the group; Nobara, Gojo, Nanami and Yuji sang happy birthday for Megumi, you're busy rubbing your thighs together, proving for the action to be a bit more difficult than it actually is when you're seated.

Megumi blows his candles and everyone cheers, clapping their hands as they begin to dig into the food. You try distracting yourself, scooping in a few scoops of food on your plate but it is all for naught when Yuji leans over, giving you a chance to get a whiff of his cologne.

A strong strawberry scent with a little bit of sweet vanilla and a hint of bold wood. The scent doesn't smell like it goes everywhere at all- it all smells so good together. Yuji uses his chopsticks to place some strips of beef on your food, your gaze immediately on his forearm- veins feintly protruding from under his light skin. The silver around his wrist doesn't help at all and it makes you feel as if you are this horny teenager again.

"Eat up." Yuji smiles, his eyes smiling with him. You force your lips to stretch, sending him a big smile back before eating your food, deciding to forget all about your thoughts by stuffing food in your mouth.

It works.

Well, more or less. You haven't had a single dirty thought about your boyfriend ever since uou began eating, and now Nobara is currently singing her heart off as Gojo and the birthday boy himself are dozing side by side on the end of the couch. Nanami is busying himself by sipping on his drink, a smile feint on his lips as he watches and listens to Nobara sing, looking like how a proud father would.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, doesn't look too good.

"You okay, babe?" You ask, leaning in to squeeze his forearm softly. He snaps out what seems to be in a caging gaze he was in, looking at you. Yuji smiles, hand fluing on yours to give it a good, reassuring squeeze. "I'm good, baby. Just a little tired, I guess."

You furrow your brows, definitely not buying his lies. "Just tell me. The faster you tell me the faster we can solve the problem." You say, crossing your arms over your chest.

Yuji's eyes slowly and uncontrollably begin traveling down your chest, gaze glossing over your evident cleavage, moving again even much lower, his eyes taking note of how the black dress you're wearing is hugging every curve on your body perfectly.

Yuji leans in, his strong cologne scent causing the butterflies in your stomsch to go insane. "That dress has been driving me crazy the whole night." Your boyfriend's hot breath fans over the shell of your ear, casuing goosebumps to rise all over your body. "Take it off for me, please?"

You breath in a deep and shaky breath, closing your eyes to try and convince yourself not to strip naked in front of your friends and teachers right here on the spot. You stand up abruptly, catching Nanami's attention.

"We gotta go, Yuji has a really bad stomach ache." The corners of your mouth pull down into a fake frown which Nanami buys, nodding his head and waving the both of you off. You take Yuji's hand and pull him out of the Kareoke room, your heels loud as you stomp your way out of the building and to the parking lot.

As you find your car, you pull the front seat's door open only for it to be closed shut again by your boufriend. Yuji pulls you closer by your waist, making you can feel how hard he is inside his pants.

"We're not doing it here."

"My car's windows are tinted." He bites on your ear.

You keep telling yourself not to do it, to just wait until the both of you gets home but Itadori jr. seems to be having other plans for tonight. You sigh, walking over to the back door and pulling it open. As soon as you bend over to get in, Yuji pushes you and slams the door behind him.

The cold winter nights of Japan has the interior of the car all cool and comfortable. Yuji spins you around by your waist, running both of his hands on either sides of your waist. He breathes out deeply, eyes scanning hungrily over your form. His hands begin to make their way down your thighs, he leans in to give you a soft peck on the lips. Yuji looks into your eyes at first before leaning back in to envelope you into a deep kiss, his tongue skillfully brushing and sliding against yours as he sucks on it softly. His breathing his ragged as he feels your body all over, your legs instinctively opening and moving up his hips. Yuji presses his hard member against your clothed cunt, grinding on it for some kind of friction before pulling away when he feels just how soaked you are down there.

He reaches a hand under your dress, pressing two fingers on your wet cunt making you mewl. You've been holding it in for too long and now you're just very sensitive. The corner of his mouth twitches up, "Have you been wet for me the entire night, baby?"

You don't trust your voice, you can't. You know it'll sound needier than you actually are, you know it'll set Yuji off to start teasing you, so you nod your head, your face contorting as you feel him slip a finger between your folds.

He leans forward, hot breath fanning over the sensitive skin on the side of your neck. Yuji's warm tongue runs up the skin once, twice- he's adding another digit into your wet hole and you almost cum at the spot when he nibbles on your soft skin.

"I'll take very good care of you tonight." He presses his soft lips on the nibbled part of the skin, slowly trailing kisses up to your cheek and finally back onto your lips.

You couldn't think straight- your head was full of the boy. You absolutely loved about him; his strawberry pink hair, when he smiles with his eyes, how he can never go through a day without cuddling you at least once, how he does his best to give you anything you want, how he's one of your biggest inspirations in life. This boy- no, this man is someone you can imagine waiting for you at the end of the isle, hot tears streaming down his face as he waits for you at the end of the path, looking at you as if you were the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on- yes, even more beautiful than Jennifer Laurence.

Aoi would be right beside him, rubbing a hand on his back as he tries to soothe his best friend's sobs.

You snap out of your daze when you notice your boyfriend looking deeply into your eyes, a soft blush caressing his cheeks as he studies your face ever so lovingly. "I love you." You tell him.

His blush darkens as he leans into you, pressing his lips once again on yours. "I love you too." You feel the head of his cock press against your entrance for a bit before entering you completely.

You let out a soft whine, arching your back as your lips are trapped between your teeth. Your eyes roll back at the feeling of your boyfriend slowly pushing his entire length inside you, getting you feeling so full of him. "Yuji..." Your voice sounds so lewd, so needy and whiny for him that the sound of it makes you blush. You feel him stop moving once he's inside you fully, and at first you think he's letting you adjust to his size. That is, until he pulls his head back and your gaze falls onto the black lines all over his face. The soft look that once inherited your boyfriend's face is now replaced by a smug, cocky one. He has a smirk on that tells you to push him off and quickly get out of the car- but why don't you?

Instead, you feel yourself clenching around him even more. The look on his face has you dripping wet, your nipples hardening underneath your dress and the butterflied in your stomach going crazy as ever.

"Can't believe that little boy would keep you all to himself." His voice isn't Yuji's- no. It's much deeper, darker, more dangerous. He looks down at your apalled expression, his smirk growing even bigger. He leans over, pushing your legs up to your chest and forcing you down into a mating press. "What's my name, princess?"

You can feel your heart beating rapidly against your chest, your breathing shaky and your head clouded. Without even thinking about it, your mouth moves on their own and out comes your whimpering voice.

"Sukuna."

The curse pulls away with a wide grin, pulling his hips out before thrusting his cock inside you again, the tip of his cock hitting the same spot as it did before. Sukuna's hips are relentlessly thrusting inside you, abusing your needy hole as you moan loudly for more.

His hand finds its way to your boob and you feel something hot and wet lap itself over your hardened nipple. You look down to see the mouth on his hand grinning cockily like him. It wraps itself around your nipple, sucking on the bud and biting on it softly making your eyes rolls back to your head.

You feel something coil up inside your stomach, your mouth opening as you feel yourself slowly reach your high. "I-I'm so, fucking, clo-" Sukuna thrusts his hips hardly once, causing your toes to curl and your body to shake as you move your hips to ride out your orgasm. Heavy breaths fill the car as your legs grow limp on either side of his body and your eyelids become heavier.

"The fuck do you think you're doing?" Sukuna squeezes your cheeks, making your eyelids lift open. He hooks his arm around your back, pulling you along with him as he sits up.

Your eyes widen and back arches when you feel electricity run up your spine. Sukuna lifts a brow, his hands on either side of your hips, preventing you from lifting them. "Too full!" You whimper out, tears forming on the corners of your eyes as you swallow a large lump down your throat.

"Hah?" He tilts his head to the side, "But I haven't even came yet." You feel him roll his hips once, but it was all it took to have you digging your nails on his shoulders. "I'll pull out when I cum. But for now," He lowers his head to take your nipple by his mouth, his fingers pinching and playing with the other one. ",focus on making me feel good, princess."

Your eyes clench shut asbyou focus on the feeling of his hard member inside your dripping cunt. You move your hips once, you feel goosebumps all over your body. You move your hips a second time and you're wanting to feel that same friction again. You move your hips a third and you're letting your desires take over.

You hump on Sukuna's cock sloppily and roughly, the car is shaking. Sukuna let's out soft groans and moans, the constant "love feeling your cunt around my cock like this" whispered and growled into your ear. His eyes travel down to your chest, eyes gleaming when he sees your boobs bouncing in sync with everytime you hump on him.

When he looks back at you, all his other sense go numb. The sight of you with your tongue out your mouth, you drool dripping down your tongue, your face flushed and your eyes crossed together at the feeling of it being so good has him gripping on your hips tightly. "You're a fucking slut, aren't ya?" He begins thrusting himself inside you and you moan loudly, your toes curling at the feeling of his sac slapping against your skin. "Aren't ya?!" He yells and all you could do is whimper as you nod your head. He's fucking you so dumb you couldn't form coherent words.

He rolls his hips as he thrusts them, making sure you feel every single inch of him inside you. Your moans are in sync with his thrusts, feeling your breath being knocked out of your system with every thrust the curse does.

Your hand flies up your mouth, trying to surpress the loud moans that keep slipping out of your lips but Sukuna wraps his hand around your wrist, pulling your hand away.

"Scream for me, come on princess. Let him know who's fucking you so good right now." His voice is low and deep, it drives you to the edge, almost pushing you off. "Wh-who? Who's him?" You ask, forcing your eyes to open as you look down at Sukuna- your eyebrows raise in surprise at the sight of the black lines on your boyfriend's face gone.

Yuji looks up at you with eyes holding such lust. He has a straight expression on as he looks into your eyes, kind of hypnotising you as he thrusts into you, leading the both of you to your highs.

"Wh-what happened to Sukuna-"

"Why are you looking for him." Yuji's voice is covered in coldness. He combs his fingers on the back of your head and throughyour hair, curling them into a fist as he pulls on your hair. "He's not the one fucking you right now, I am." His thrusts start becoming more aggressive, hinting at you that he's already close.

"You'll cum around my cock a second time and you'll be moaning my name out as loud as you can. Got it?" Yuji growls onto your neck. His other hand grabs onto your hip and begins thrusting into you faster than before. You feel something snap inside you, your orgasm causing your toes to curl and your fingernails to be dug onto your boyfriend's skin. "Y-Yuji!" Your hips shake as you begin rolling them around, riding out your orgasm.

"That's not my name right now, princess." You look back down only to feel your heart drop at the sight of the black lines all over his face. "S-S-Sukuna! Sukuna!" You moan out, your chest rising and falling exceptionally. You hear him chuckle before feeling him pull out, shooting his hot seed all over your naked cunt.

You look back up, checking to see who's who right now. You smile when you see it's your boyfriend. You press your forehead on his shoulder as you try to calm yourself down. You feel his arms wrap themselves around you as the two of you bask in each other's presence.

"You gotta stop doing that, it fucks up with my brain." You mumble onto his chest which only leaves you with a lighthearted chuckle. "But Sukuna says he doesn't want to be left out."

"Whatever, Sukuna can go fuck off." You mumble sleepily.

"Why don't you fuck me yourself, princess?" A deeper and much darker voice speaks up and you curse yourself mentally.

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[paimon-rambles]

You breakdown in front of him

Characters; Xiao, Childe, Kaeya

Notes: I did these slighty different from how I normally do my hcs. These kinda got long (´ヘ｀()

It was interesting to experiment around with it and I'm kinda proud with how it turned out :)

Theres a blurb at the end of each one~!

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- Xiao

You were missing him dearly

You were aware that Xiao would be leaving the inn for a while to deal with some Adepti duties. Before he left, he made you a promise that he'll return soon. What you weren't aware of was that soon wasn't going to be that soon

Weeks and a few more passed and you found yourself exploring the inn all by yourself, going to sleep by yourself and waking up to no one. It felt utterly lonely. Not to mention the stress that continued to build up within your system with worry for your boyfriend 

Thankfully Verr was there to keep you reassured that Xiao was alright which eased you a bit but didn't fill that empty void. It was until one day you learned that he was returning the very next day-! You swore you were going to cry at that very moment, but alas you kept yourself composed and thanked Verr for the information.

The day came to a close and tomorrow became today. When you awoke, you kinda forgot about Xiao returning on that very day due to your sleepy state. 

But you weren't ready for the surprise that would reveal itself the moment you opened your tired eyes. 

There he was, standing in your room as he had just entered. His attention was fixed on something else, not noticing you had just woken. In the seconds that followed your drowsiness was gone in a snap and you were engulfed by crushing emotions at once. All the stress that had taken refuge within your troubled mind released 

" Xiao!"

The call of his name caught the Adeptus off guard, bringing his attention back to the formerly sleeping figure. What he did not expect to see, however, was to see his lovers gaze distort into a sob as a choked cry left their lips

Before you could stop yourself, crystal-like tears poured from your eyes, dripping down your cheeks like rain before planting onto your shirt or blanket. You couldn't stop it, more uncontrollably sobs escaped you and soon the room was echoing in your cries

In an instant, he was rendered confused and panicked simultaneously. He doesn't know what to do either, personal comfort wasn't one of his specialties 

" Y/n, why are you crying? You can tell me"

He nudges his face closer to you in a feeble attempt to calm you down. In his head, he's already speculating that you were hurt or someone hurt you. In which case he's ready to beat them up

" Did someone hurt you? What's bothering you?"

But those thoughts quickly disappear as you wrap your arms around him. Your face was pressed against his chest, you were growing increasingly shaky. A muttered sentence escaped your lips that caused the Adepti to feel an odd clenching feeling in his chest

" I- I just really miss you, Xiao! You were gone for so long, I got so worried. I'm sorry" 

Why are you apologizing? Is the first thought that runs through his mind. On the outside, he's kinda just standing there as you sob but on the inside, it's a wild goose run. He's in a panic. 

Xiao dislikes seeing you unhappy let alone crying, his favorite aspect of you is when you're happy. Such as your face. He loves seeing your features when you're happy. Your smile, eyes, and how they crinkle when you laugh. Seeing that aspect of you be morphed into a teary gaze causes his heart to drop. He tries all he can think of to make you feel better

Suddenly you feel a pair of firm arms embrace you. 

" I'm here now. I won't leave you. I'll always be at your side through everything. Nothing can tear me away from you"

His hand is trying to comfort you by running his fingers through your h/c curls. A soothing little gesture he wishes could help make you feel better. His lips find their way to kiss you on the crown of your head.

Slowly your tears come to a stop, your face snuggling closer to him. His little attempts at soothing had done its magic. You felt your eyes closed as waves of exhaustion started to hit you again. Before you went unconscious you mumbled; 

"Thank you"

Xiao starts to have a warm feeling pulsing in his chest, as you clung to him like a koala with the words you said previously ringing in his head. It was a curious feeling. 

As he rested you down on the bed, placing the blanket over your form,  he leaned over to press his lips to your head.

 After you awake from your second slumber, Xiao is sure to stick by your side for the remainder of the day and the one following it

The next time you have a breakdown, he's sticking by your side no matter what. He helps dry your tears off and assures you that everything is going to be okay. He spends the rest of the time distracting you from it. Reminding you that you're strong and you will get through it.

" You're strong y/n, I know you'll get through this and I'll be there with you every step."

He promised to stick by your side through it all and he's not breaking it.

 Xiao stumbled backward as your figure latched to him. He was rendered confused, as he struggled to comprehend the last few minutes that passed. He had just returned from a hefty mission and was greeted by the sight of his lover sobbing as their eyes landed on him.

 Your arms were wrapped around him tightly as if you were afraid something was going to take him away again. 

Hot uncontrollably tears continue to pour from your face, your features already puffing up from it, but that was the least of your concerns. Your focus at hand was your boyfriend. How long has it been since you last saw him? You lost count. But here he was now.

Words spilled out of your lips sheepishly,  shakey forms of letters connecting to create a skewered sentence. 

" I miss you so much, Xiao." The words choked out and your throat hitch as breathing became a struggle. 

A pair of arms went to cradle you, it caught you off guard as you gasped. You felt a forehead lean against yours. The simple act almost spurred on more tears, he was really there.

"  I'm here now, I won't leave you. I'll always be at your side through everything. Nothing can tear me away from you." He pressed a kiss to your forehead sealing his promise to you.

- Childe

It was an argument

You finish early with your commissions and head home to start dinner for you and your boyfriend. He told he had a lot of busy work today before he kissed you goodbye and so thought it be a nice surprise for your boyfriend to come to some dinner

The clock ticked down as night approached by the hour. You quickly finished cooking the meal and placed it at the table. The familiar sound of the door opening met your ears and you quickly went to greet your boyfriend 

You were expecting to see your boyfriend's signature smile as he greets you. But- what you weren't ready for were the sharp eyes and irritated gaze pasted to his face. You swore his eye twitched the moment you came into his view. It was as if he was upset with you

No doubt about it, it was a long, tiring, and frustrating day at work. 

You tried to greet him but you could tell he was a ticking time bomb, at any moment he would snap. You decided to keep quiet, minus the minor greetings and lay out his dinner for him. Childe said nothing in turn.

You went to grab a glass to pour him some water, but just as you went to grab the cup, your ankle gave in causing you to lose your footing momentarily. You didn't fall thankfully and got back on your feet. The same can't be said for the glass cup, it collided with the ground smashing in pieces. 

That was enough to tick him off

He snapped out. Scolding you for being careless and for making a mess he'll have to clean up adding to the pile of work he already needs to stress about. He didn't hide his sharp words, each one puckered into your brain

Your feet were frozen in place. Your legs become wobbly as the room grew fuzzy. You could feel your chest growing tight as you struggled to take breaths of oxygen. 

Then the tears

Childe instantly stopped the moment he saw the tears. he knew immediately that he went too far and he shouldn't have even snapped in the first place

Burning tears were falling down your face, splashing to the floor

And the guilt came crashing down on the Fatui Harbinger like Zhongli just dropped a boulder on him

" Y/n- I'm sorry I shouldn't have yelled. Please don't cry."

He would hesitate whether he should approach you or not. He wants nothing more than to pull you into a hug and apologize repeatedly 

More tears were running down your cheeks, your hands crept up in a feeble attempt to cover your face from him. 

" I'm sorry" you choked out full heartily believing this was your fault. 

" Y/n, it's not your fault. Love, please look at me, I didn't mean what I said- I promise. Please stop crying."

Those words were successful at soothing your sobs but they didn't stop your shaky legs from wobbling so much. You felt yourself losing your footing once more and you fell to your knees

In an instant Childe was by your side, his arms going to hold you cup your cheeks, using his thumb to wipe the tears off your face. Almost by instinct, your arms went to hug him, you pressed your head against his chest your breathing  becoming heavy in an attempt to stop your aggressive sniffling 

Childe whispered sweet nothings in your ear, his hand rubbing circles on your back. His lips are glued to your forehead. He has so much guilt and internally he's scolding himself. 

His heart clenches whenever he hears your sniffle

" Everything is going to be okay, I promise you. I'll clean up the mess, don't worry about it, love."

After more of his sweet nothings,  your sniffles die away, and you're left with in a tired and exhausted state

Childe helps clean up your face, his touches incredibly gentle as if you were made out of porcelain; softly caressing your cheeks while wiping the rest of your tears away with care 

He carries you to your shared bedroom where he lays you down and allows you to get your rest. In the meanwhile, he's going to be punching himself all over, regretting his actions. Your scared expression is burned in his brain and he grimaces as he remembers how he acted. He swears to himself to never act out like that again

The following day you'll wake up to your boyfriend pampering you beyond no end. He takes you to fancy dinner, on a nice stroll. He pulls out all the cards hoping you'll forgive him

Whenever you have a breakdown Childe is there to spice up your day. He promises you that everything will be alright and that things will get better. Followed by many kisses and hugs that help soothe you back to your happy self

" Everything will be okay in the end, just you wait. I'm always here to help you every step of the way. Now please stop crying love, it hides your beautiful smile."

He loves your smile, and he'll fight anyone who threatens to take that away. including himself

What even coaxed this argument in the first again? 

The question lingered in the Harbinger's head. He was mentally fighting himself over it. So much guilt swirled within him as he replayed the scene that unfolded moments before. It was a simple mistake on your part, but the way Childe acted, he doubts he'll ever forgive himself for it.

 He held onto the shaking feeble body of his lover. Their head was towards the ground, hiding their face from Childe but he could already envision your scared expression; tears rolling down your puffy face as you struggled to take a single intake of breath. Your throat was throbbing from sobbing uncontrollably and the sniffles and hiccups that followed after. 

The ginger gently cupped your cheek, bringing your face towards him. His heart dropped seeing your glossy e/c eyes. " Love, please look at me, I didn't mean what I said, I promise. Please stop crying." His finger cradled your tears, wiping your face slowly whilst his other hand drew shapes on your back. 

You leaned closer to his hand, the little gestures soothing you quite a bit. A few more tears and hiccups escaped from you, the last of your crying coming to an end. Childe felt his chest clench as the corners of your lips curled slightly.

" Let's get you cleaned up."

- Kaeya

You had a nightmare

It was getting late and you had just finished eating dinner. Your day was filled with commissions that easily left you exhausted. All you want to do now is to collapse into your bed and rest. 

Your boyfriend was caught up with some commissions, promising to be home soon. Usually, you'd wait until your boyfriend comes home, but your eyes were dropping uncontrollably. And you swore if you didn't do something soon you'll pass out right there.  

And so you left some extra dinner in case Kaeya came home hungry and you set off to prepare for bed. 

The moment your head hits the pillow it lights out. 

It felt like hours had passed, your brain was fuzzy and unable to comprehend what was happening. You were shifting in your sleep, your face morphing into one of discomfort. It was clear you were in distress. 

Suddenly, you jolted awake. Your breathing was heavy as panting, you could feel your heart racing against your chest. Sweat was rolling down your forehead, and you felt your chest tighten with each passing second. No doubt you were having a nightmare. A very livid one at that

You hadn't even realized that tears rolled down your face until you went to rub your eyes. You were crying. As more seconds passed more of your panic started to rise.

A choked sob left your lips as you struggled to keep quiet, your boyfriend was still asleep beside you. 

 In an attempt to not wake Kaeya, you went to leave to another room where you could sob to yourself but as you went to get up you felt something grab your shoulder. 

" Y/n, are you alright? Why are you crying, love?" Kaeya's tired voice muttered.

 Internally you scolded yourself for waking him. 

" Uh, I just need some fresh air." You semi lied

Kaeya saw right through that, and in an instant, he pulled you into a hug, and suddenly you found yourself sobbing into his shoulder. Uncontrollably tears pouring from your face, dripping down and soaking his nightshirt. 

In an instant, Kaeya was trying to soothe you. A comforting hand was drawing shapes on your back, whilst the other was running through your hair very gently

" It's alright, cry it out. Everything will be okay." He whispered into your ear.

More sweet nothings followed, slowly calming you down again. Less and fewer tears fell from your glossy eyes and drowned into sniffling as the last of your crying came to an end

You snuggled closer to his chest, listening to his heardrowneas it lulled you to a calmer state. Soon you were returning to your natural self, your shakiness ceasing.

" I promise everything is going to be alright. I'm right here love, I'm not going anywhere."

You stayed like that for a while until eventually, you fell asleep in his arms. You didn't have any more nightmares 

In the morning he's gonna be very affectionate and cuddly,  lots of butterfly kisses, and hugs. They're coming and you can't stop them

Whenever you have a breakdown, Kaeya is quick to act, he doesn't tease instead he reassures you that everything is going to be alright. (internally he's in a panic, unsure what to do when his partner is crying) He makes sure you take breaks throughout the day and enough rest. 

" It's okay to take breaks y/n. You're strong, you'll get through, I just know it."

Another boy who loves your smile, please smile for him

Sobs and sniffles escaped your lips becoming muffled by the fabric of Kaeya's shirt. Tears dripped down your puffy and red flushed face, rolling down and staining both his and your own nightclothes.

It was a nightmare that caused this. It was still fresh in your mind, every little detail prominent and defined. You squeezed your eyes shut, snuggling your face closer to his chest trying to shut it out. In an instant Kaeya arms tighten around you in an embrace. 

His lips rested near your ear, sweet nothings rolling off his tongue with each sob you cried. It was comforting. His voice slowly pulled you into a calm state and with each word of affection, the less you cried.

" It's alright, cry it out. Everything will be okay." He whispered. His hand continued to draw shapes and lines on your back, his other gently cradling your head against his shoulder. 

Your shakey form slowly ceased and the sound of your sniffles died away until it was just your breathing that was heard. 

A sweep of drowsiness washed over you, your eyes growing heavy. 

Kaeya laid you down and placed the blanket over your form before leaning to press a chaste kiss to your forehead.

" Good night <3"

[notchesandbullets]

Take it From Your Hot Neighbor Baby (Virgin!Sub!Midoriya x Reader)

Art credit: Heijiu Comics

Requested by anon: OMGGGGGG I love your writing, I was thinking If I can make a request on a smut with my baby Izuku Midoriya. Where he's so beautiful and innocent and the older neighbor next door from him likes him and basically targets him for sex which is the reader of course, and he likes her too. So then she totally doms him and invites him to her house and basically go at it as Izuku's innocent's self can't handle the pleasure the reader gives him!If you could do that I love your writing, If not it's cool!!!

Warnings: slight dumbification, precious bby izuku is 19, everything that happens here is consensual, unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation, virgin!sub!izuku (mainly), Aged up!AU, filthy smut, dirty talk, cursing.

18+

A/N: Thank you for the request, I hope you like it!! i loved writing this :D (feel free to send me another to write, i’m already almost done with what i suspect is your other one xD)

Words: 4k

You grinned as the shared wall between you and your neighbor shook, signaling that the boy from next door was finally home. 

Midoriya Izuku, a passionate and utterly clueless broccoli-haired boy turned fresh pro-hero, sweet and sensitive, everything you ever wanted in a partner. That, and he was clearly too shy to approach you.

You had been neighbors with him and his mom for forever but only until recently, after his admission into UA did you start to see him in another light besides platonic. And it wasn’t until he graduated that he had completely dominated your interest in another way entirely.

It was no secret that he used to be a scrawny kid but since his high school days, he had bulked up considerably. 

Now, with the body of a tank and a soul bursting with positivity, you were completely hooked.

It really was astonishing to you how he continued to maintain that innocent personality after becoming a pro-hero. No one was that optimistic and oblivious all at the same time. 

You had started out with smaller hints, bringing him food once a week to make sure he was eating properly, taking care of him when he was sick or injured and just too stubborn to admit it and go to the hospital, you name it and you’ve done it.

What was extremely exciting at first to be interacting with him like this dulled the moment you realized this baby was so innocent that all your signals were completely going over his head.

The dumb baby. Your dumb baby.

He was fast approaching 20 but you were willing to bet he hadn’t even gotten laid yet. With the way he walked, it was as if he was still the same kid you had met ten years ago.

Your parents had long since moved out of the apartment, going closer to where your grandparents were since they were getting older and needed to be taken care of. You had politely declined their invitation to go with, asking if you could take over the lease on the place since they would no longer be living here.

As their only child, they had a soft spot for you and let you do as you pleased now that you were old enough to be living on your own. They even helped you out with the rent even though that was entirely unnecessary. 

Your day job paid enough.

An upbeat tune floated throughout your apartment and you danced along to the music in nothing but a thin cami and a pair of scarlet lace panties. Since it was so hot today, you had decided to forgo actual clothes. It was perfect, but you were definitely still sweating. 

Tapping a finger to your chin thoughtfully, you recalled how your adorable and hot neighbor’s mom was out working all day and wouldn’t be back until late. Plus, you knew that he had no hero work today, courtesy of the boy telling you himself via text when you checked up on him earlier this week.

Pulling an oversized t-shirt over your head so that it brushed just below your thong clad ass and fell off of your shoulders, you fluffed your hair, giggling to yourself at your reflection in the mirror. 

Today was the day you would make Midoriya yours. 

Grabbing a few cookies from the kitchen that you had made just last night because you felt like it at that moment, you flung open your front door, knocking on his a second later. 

Hopping in place excitedly, you couldn’t contain your enthusiasm. You hadn’t even bothered to message him that you were coming over, knowing that he would prefer it be a surprise. 

“Izuku!!” You cheered when the door opened, immediately thrusting the plate of cookies out towards him. 

He staggered a couple steps back, unprepared for your sudden attack but rubbed the back of his head with a sheepish smile, emerald eyes shining with gratitude.

Midoriya bowed gratefully. “Thank you, Y/N!!” 

It had taken literally years before he was comfortable calling you by your first name without any honorific attached to the end of it. But it was worth the wait as warmth sparked through your heart and a soft smile adorned your features before it was replaced with a mischievous one.

Bounding up to him, you pressed your chest against his purposefully, making it so that you almost lost your balance. You gasped in mock surprise when he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist to catch you, relishing in how strong his arms felt around you.

Midoriya stuttered as your boobs were practically smushed against his face by how close you were to him. Were they always that big?!

It wasn’t like he masturbated to you everyday or anything. Definitely not.

He groaned, throwing his head back as your body heat encompassed him. 

Who was he kidding, he jerked off to you every spare second he got. He couldn’t help it though. Your beautiful smile always beckoning him over, those alluring eyes of yours enticing him closer and closer until he felt as though he could combust merely by standing in your presence alone.

Giggling, your teeth sank down into your bottom lip and you batted your eyes at him. A shudder ran down his spine and you bit back a smile at the blush that sat on his freckled cheeks.

“Do you want to come over for a little while?” You asked softly, feigning shyness and you rubbed your thighs together. “I have something I want to show you.”

The action didn’t go unnoticed and Midoriya’s mouth dried as the swell of your breasts peeked up over the low scoop of your shirt when he glanced down. 

“Uh, y-yes?” He uttered, voice shaking with uncertainty as he automatically agreed to what you had asked him without even thinking about it.

You giggled, eyes lighting up in excitement. “Great!!”

He stumbled after you as you dragged him next door to your apartment, losing his balance and falling on the couch as you pushed him inside. 

Your eyes shifted from playful to concern as he landed on his back with an ‘oomph’.

You were quick to cup his face, examining him closely. “Oh no, Izuku, are you alright?” 

“Y-Y/N!!!” He stammered out, face bright red at your proximity.

“Are you alright?” You repeated, uncharacteristically serious and seeing as how you were asking him more than one question, he nodded to both. 

You chuckled, leaning in close. His cheeks burned at your proximity and although you wanted so badly to tease him, you needed to get something straight first.

“You ever been fucked before, baby?” You cooed sweetly and a visible shiver shot down his spine.

He gaped for a moment, not used to you saying something so brazenly but shook his head wordlessly. 

You smiled, your tone taking on a gentle lilt as you sensed his nervousness. “Want me to be your first?”

This time he didn’t hesitate. 

“Yes.” He whispered, barely breathing as he finally confessed what he had been longing for ever since he turned of age. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t outwardly show it, but your heart skipped a beat at his admission and the butterflies fluttered uncontrollably.

“Yeah?” You bit your lip to contain the wide smile. “Something tells me that you want to be played with, am I right?”

A whine bubbled past his lips and your smile turned wicked. Oh, you were going to have so much fun with him. You wondered how he would look when you played with his nipples, which you sure would be so sensitive it would have him hard in a heartbeat, or how he looked writhing under you when he was about to cum. 

Anticipation thrummed through your veins and you couldn’t believe that after all this time, you finally had the opportunity to give him that kind of pleasure. 

“Such a good boy.” You crooned softly and he audibly keened, stretching towards you desperately as you denied him a kiss. “What’s your safeword, baby?”

Midoriya’s head was spinning and his brain was short-circuiting from how unbelievably close you were to him. The sweet smell of your perfume flooded his senses and he swallowed thickly, very much aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You had yet to touch him and he was already a goner.

“S-Safeword?” He stammered out, his eyes shutting automatically as you threaded your fingers through his hair, a small moan breaking through the weighted silence as you scratched his scalp. 

You observed his every move, every flutter of his lashes as he fell under your spell without even trying to succumb. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed. “A word that you can use at any time and I’ll stop everything.”

A safeword was for both parties but you were fairly sure that you wouldn’t need it, being more experienced than him and aware of your boundaries. But just in case, you whispered that little tidbit of information in his ear so that he wasn’t left out of the loop.

“What if…” Midoriya gulped, restraining himself to keep his hands at his sides no matter how desperately he wanted to kiss you. He wanted to know if they were as soft as they looked. “C-Can’t I just tell you to stop?”

You frowned a tiny bit, not put off by his question but rather how fucked out he looked already. The poor boy was already straining in his pants, the bulge making your mouth water but you kept your head on straight. 

“You can.” You agreed. “If that’s what you want, we can do that.”

He glanced away from you, thinking hard. He wasn’t all innocent. He had watched porn before when dared to by Bakugou after one of the class movie nights at Heights Alliance back when they were at UA, and he was embarrassed how quickly he got attached to the videos that had bondage and overstimulation.

It always looked so enticing. He wanted to know what it felt like to be pinned down and overpowered until pleasure rode on every one of his senses. 

He wanted you to do that to him. 

“W-What about if I just used your name?”

Midoriya cringed as soon as he suggested it and took it back faster than you could react, another idea tumbling out of his mouth in a split second. 

“Black?” He whispered, avoiding eye contact with you. 

Baby boy blinked so nervously, worried you might refuse or reject him for any reason and you took his chin in between your thumb and forefinger, drawing his face close to yours. 

“Alright baby, that’s perfect.” You reassured softly. “Either one of us can use it and then everything stops, okay?”

He nodded, getting more excited as your breath fanned across his lips. 

“Need to hear you say it.” You demanded quietly. 

His green curly hair bounced as he nodded vigorously. “I understand!!”

Midoriya stiffened for a moment in surprise as you finally pressed your lips against his, sealing his first kiss and he swore his heart stopped beating. Then, he melted into putty as you moved your lips skillfully against his, coaxing him to return it with as much lust and passion as you were igniting within him.

You pulled away to lean in close to his ear, trailing a finger up and down his chest playfully.

“Let me take care of you, Izuku~” You cooed, slyly licking the shell of his ear, savoring in the shiver that shot down his spine as a result of your ministrations.

You continued down, planting hot and wet open-mouthed kisses along his jaw as he whined and wriggled beneath you. Trailing down his neck to his collar bones and then his bare chest as you ripped open his shirt in one swift movement, you pinned his wrists above his head.

A protest ripped from his throat at your display of dominance.

“Y-Y/N!! I wanted to—”

“To what?” You questioned smugly.

Midoriya whimpered pathetically and you smirked. 

He blushed, looking away. The boy was built like a bull but was an absolutely softie, innocent pure little bean at heart. He didn’t have what it took to take over. 

“You wanted to touch me?” You asked, laving your tongue around one of his sensitive nipples. “You wanted to be on top?”

His face scrunched up at the strange sensation, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out as you bit down on the tender flesh.

You licked your lips seductively, making a show of your tongue grazing over your teeth as you gazed down at him through hooded eyes. “Do you think you deserve to touch me after being such a bad boy?”

You heard him every night. The walls were thin in the cheap apartment complex you lived in. Too thin. 

“Don’t touch me until I say so.” You ordered.

You heard every wanton moan that bubbled past his pouty lips, such pretty little sounds that you wanted to hear all for yourself. You were jealous of the others in the vicinity that can undoubtedly hear him as well. The only thing that settled your heart at ease was the luscious cries of your name falling from his lips. 

And now, all your neighbors would know just who he belonged to.

Midoriya gulped nervously and you reveled in the adrenaline pumping through your veins at being in control and dominating him. Your shirt rode up as you straddled his hips, and he wriggled beneath you, wanting nothing more than to touch you.

You trailed a finger from his chest all the way to his navel, teasing the waistband of his pants. He whined as you wiggled your ass down to sit comfortably on top of his thighs. Deftly unbuttoning his jeans, your eyes flickered back up to him.

“Oh my, these look so uncomfortable.” You mock pouted, sneakily biting the zipper of his fly and pulling it down. “Do you want me to take them off for you?”

You grinned as he involuntarily bucked his hips up into your feather-light touch, tears collecting at the corner of his eyes in frustration. Slowly pulling down his pants and boxers together, your eyes bugged out as you saw what he was packing.

“Oh…” You mused. “I wasn’t expecting this.”

If you thought he was big, you were dead wrong. This boy was hung as a horse. Well endowed to the max, he was easily packing eight inches and you couldn’t even fit your hands all away around his thick girth. 

You stroked him as best as you could but judging by that guttural groan that erupted from his mouth, you’d say you were doing a pretty good job. 

“Please!!” Midoriya begged, practically sobbing as you teased him and it was like music to your ears. “Please, Y/N, make me feel good!!”

“Yeah,” You whispered, suckling on the vein that ran on the underside of his stiff member. “You want me to make you cum, baby?”

“Yes, please!!” He cried, fisting the fabric of the sofa, remembering your rule not to touch you yet. 

But it was killing him.

The foreplay had made you wet enough to take him and you weren’t keen on waiting another second longer.

Positioning yourself over his leaking head, the tip of his engorged shaft rubbed against your puffy folds as you pushed your thong to the side.

Midoriya’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw the red lace and he couldn’t stop his hands from shooting to your waist as you threw your shirt up over your head, leaving you in that thin cami that left nothing to the imagination. 

“F-Fuck—” You cursed as you sank down on him, thighs trembling from the effort of taking him. “Izuku, baby, you’re so big.”

He was rock hard and pressing against your inner walls just right. It had been so long since someone had filled you up like this and now that you had him, no one even came close to any of those prior. 

Midoriya was huffing, moaning uncontrollably as the rush of pleasure he got by being encased in your tight heat so quickly. His hands gripped your hips, kneading the flesh of your ass as he started to rock you back and forth in his lap.

You completely ignored the fact that he disobeyed your order. 

“Dumb baby,” You cooed softly. “Does that pussy feel good around your cock? Huh? Tell me.”

“Yes— hhgh, I love it so much, Y/N, you feel so tight, ahh!!” He mewled, unable to think of anything else except how good your cunny felt fluttering around him.

His face was beautifully flushed, unable to tear his gaze off of where his cock had disappeared into you. The sticky wetness smeared against his hip bones made your arousal evident and he was impossibly turned on at the vision in front of him.

You threw your head back as he took over control, gyrating your hips for you before you were even adjusted to his massive length. A breathy moan tumbled out of your lips as his fingers knotted their way into your hair, yanking it back so that your hips canted into him with every thrust. 

“I-Izuku!!” You moaned loudly as he roughly and sporadically pounded into you. 

You squealed as he pulled you down to his chest to get a better angle, all the breath vanishing from your lungs as he planted his heels and fucked up into you so fast that you would’ve fallen off from the force if he wasn’t holding onto you with an iron grip.

“Sorry, Y/N!!” He broke off with a whine and burrowed his face into your neck as you clenched around him, his hips stuttering. “But I’m about to—”

You shrieked as he released inside of you, painting your walls with his thick, milky white cum. Chest heaving, you pushed him down and straightened up, clicking your tongue.

“Such a selfish baby.” You crooned, controlling your breathing enough to put up a confident front. “I didn’t even get to cum yet.”

His eyes widened in horror at not satisfying you first. “Oh, Y/N, I’m so sorry, I didn’t— Gah!!”

His earnest apology was interrupted  as you began bouncing on him again, keen on reaching your high. His spent length twitched inside of you and he whimpered, eyes screwed shut at the pain.

“Y/N!! It… It hurts!!” Midoriya whimpered pitifully, his eyes screwed shut at the overstimulation.

“Aw,” Your smile was sadistic and you threw your ass back into his lap intentionally, causing him to throb within you. “Does it?”

“Yes!!” He cried out. “Fuck, please stop!!”

You pouted sadly, gyrating your hips faster. “But I haven’t even cum yet.”

It was too much. Your words spun with those sinful rocks of your hips was making a lethal mix of pain and pleasure shoot through his system and he whined, pawing at your hips. 

“Y/N, please!!” He begged, unsure what he was begging for at this point. 

It didn’t take long for him to get hard again. You weren’t sure if his short refractory period was a side effect of his power or the fact that he had just lost his virginity to you and wanted you again, but you were definitely going to oblige him either way.

Midoriya arched into your scalding touch as you leaned down to kiss him once again. Your soft lips and the hot cavern of your mouth distracted him as your tongues danced together and he almost forgot about the fact that he was balls-deep inside of you. 

Until you started to move again. 

His cry was muffled as you licked it out of his mouth before pulling away.

Your grin widened and you rocked your hips back and forth at a mind-blowing pace, reducing the blubbering boy beneath you into a whimpering mess.

But your confident façade soon vanished as his hands found purchase on your hips and bucked up wildly. 

The grin slipped off your face and you whimpered, fingers splaying on his bare chest for balance as he went wild, fucking up into you with abandon. 

You could do nothing else other than hold on and pray you wouldn't fall off of him as he took over.

Biting your lip, you desperately tried to regain control. “Izuku—” 

He gritted his teeth, ignoring you and your eyes widened as green lightning started to surround his body. 

Your eyes widened. “Wait—!”

He didn't. 

Your head tipped back and the loudest scream you've ever produced ripped from your throat as he used One for All to completely destroy your pussy. But to your disbelief, he didn’t stop, he didn’t even slow down when you contracted around him.

His hips slammed up into yours at a breaknecking speed and tears blurred your vision as you cried out, sobbing with pleasure as he finally made you cum.

“Y/N, you’re milking my cock so much!!” Midoriya blurted out with a raspy moan as another orgasm spiraled to you and you shrieked, this one hitting harder than the last.  

At some point, you blacked out.

When you came to, Midoriya was hovering over you worriedly, his green eyes glistening with concern as he called your name over and over again.

Sitting up with a groan, you realized that he had laid you down on the couch and covered you with a blanket.

“Y/N?” The boy asked, brushing the hair out of your eyes as he sat down by your side.

You offered him a smile, every bone in your body protesting as you sat up. Midoriya was helping you in a second, ignoring your feeble protests that you could do it yourself. 

The next minute, he played with his fingers awkwardly. 

“Was… Was it good for you?” He asked timidly, blinking his big eyes up at you. 

You cracked a smile at how earnest he was. Cutie. 

“Of course it was.” You murmured, planting a soft kiss on his forehead before staring straight into his eyes. “You know this means you're mine, right?”

Midoriya blinked his doe eyes, mouth parting slightly. “Eh?!”

You smirked. “Yup.”

“Really?!?!” He asked excitedly, leaning forward to stick his face close to yours and you giggled. 

Adorable. Simply adorable.

“Yeah, baby.” You whispered, cupping his face and pecking his freckled cheek. He was so sweet. So pure. 

You couldn’t wait to defile him more. Wait until he was exposed to the world of BDSM.

Licking your lips slyly, you smirked. “You’re all mine.”

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FUCKLUST (18 +) - {COLSON BAKER x READER }

Y'all, I got a little carried away on this one. 🙈🥵💦

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing.

FUCKLUST

Intransitive verb: an insatiable sexual desire to fuck the hell out of that one particular special someone you think about all the time.

Colson towered over you, his strong arms pinning your hands over your head. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You could feel his hard cock against your thigh, making heat pool in your center. You gasped as Colson pushed his body against yours, sliding his bare length between your folds. You could feel his hot breath on yours as a groan escaped his lips.

Colson took your bottom lip between his teeth, biting hard. You wanted to pull him closer, but he kept a firm grip on your arms which were still positioned above your head. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him as close to you as possible.

"I'm going to fuck you so good you won't be able to remember another man has been inside you, you won't ever want another cock." Colson growled, reaching down to position himself. You could feel the head of his cock pressing at your entrance.

A jolt shuddered through you, making you jump. Your eyes shot open as you awoke from your accidental nap. You were immediately met with the familiar pair of baby blues that belonged to your co-star, Colson Baker.

You two had been working on a movie together for the last three months, and you were set to film your very first kissing scene, which you ultimately blamed for the naughty dream, even though you knew deep down it was much more than that. From the moment you stepped on set, the chemistry between you was undeniable, and the sexual tension was consuming. Colson was always making you laugh uncontrollably or making you wish you were underneath him. Unfortunately, you had both decided for the sake of the film that you would keep it professional. The closer it got to wrapping the first film, the harder it was to resist wrapping yourselves around each other.

"Y/n, are you okay?" Colson asked. Your cheeks flushed red, remembering the dream you were just in the middle of. Colson smirked at you once he noticed the rosy tint to your cheeks. "You were dreaming about me, weren't you?" He joked but had no idea how accurate he was.

You quickly tried to regain your composure, ignoring the intense need for his hands on your body. It took everything in you to not jump him right there in the lounge.

"Yeah, actually," You admitted, catching him off guard at your candor.

"Guys, we need you on set." One of the crew members popped their head in the room, interrupting your conversation. You got up from the chair that you had fallen asleep in, stopping in the doorway, you turned back around to face the handsome man.

"Thank you for the sex. It was mind-blowing." You smirked, making Colson's jaw drop. Although your dream hadn't gone quite that far, you knew it would have been amazing.

It sucked. Liking someone you couldn't have. Seeing Colson every day but knowing that he'd never be yours because of your stupid agreement. It was the worst feeling in the world. All you could do was dream about him and the things that he'd do to you. . .

. . . but you couldn't jeopardize the success of the film, your career, you worked so hard to get to where you were. You refused to be like all of the other Hollywood cliches. Two beautiful people playing two beautiful lovers who accidentally fall for each other in real life but eventually go up in flames. Completely ruining the on-screen chemistry in the sequels or worst-case scenario, one of them being re-casted, which you knew would end up being you.

Not long after stepping on set, you found yourself standing in the middle of a faux lingerie store next to Colson, who was helping your character pick out something to wear.

"Let me guess. You like garters and silk stockings?" You delivered your lines perfectly as you thumbed through the garments on the rack in front of you.

"Two for two, although I'd like you in anything you put on… or take off," Colson smirked, handing you a hanger adorned with a very sexy lace bustier set. You glanced towards the dressing rooms, then back at Colson with a scandalous glimmer in your eye.

"Help me try it on? Just to make sure it fits, of course."

"Of course." Colson mimicked you before following you towards the dressing rooms. After quickly switching scenes on set, you resumed filming in the tiny room.

You pushed Colson toward the bench in the dressing room, forcing him to sit. Looking him straight in the eye, you reached for the hem of your clothes, lifting slowly, exposing your bare skin inch by inch. Colson sat in front of you, clenching his fists in his lap, clearly holding himself back from reaching for you as you stepped out of the last of your clothes and into the lingerie.

"Well?" Does it live up to your imagination?" Your character asked as you looked at yourself in the mirror, adjusting the straps on the bustier and garter belt. Colson's body was pressed up against yours in an instant, meeting your gaze in the mirror. He planted a kiss on your neck, sending shivers down your spine as his hands found their way to your hips. You could feel him growing hard against you. In the moment, you almost forget that you were filming, clearing your throat to break the trance.

"I hope you like this one because I'm pretty sure I have to buy these panties now." You blurted. Those weren't your lines; You had no idea where that came from. You could feel Colson grin against the nape of your neck. Your face flushed in embarrassment, but before anyone could notice, Colson spun you around, threading his fingers through your hair pulling you into a fierce kiss.

You knew this wasn't how the scene was supposed to go, but even as you tried to remind yourself to stick to the script, you found yourself pulling him closer. After the last few months of tension and self-restraint, Colson's mouth, hot and insistent on yours, was a relief.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," Colson whispered against your lips.

"Don't." Was the only word you were able to get out before you melted into his arms. Wrapping your body around his. The kiss grew passionate and intense quickly. You both forgot where you were and what you were doing until the director screamed cut, startling both of you.

"That was phenomenal," the director complimented you two on your improv. The rest of the day was spent filming fill-in scenes with your other castmates; in fact, you hadn't seen Colson once since your little rendezvous in the dressing room. This was probably a good thing because, after that heated kiss, you were sure you wouldn't be able to resist.

Once filming had wrapped for the day, you made your way back to the dressing rooms, still replaying the kiss from earlier in your mind. You were so caught up in your thoughts out hadn't even realized that you walked right past your dressing room door, opening your co-workers as your own.

You were startled to find Colson standing in front of you. Freshly showered in nothing but a small white towel. You could see the outline of his cock through the cotton fabric. It was enough to make you salivate. His eyes locked with yours, the look of lust on your face was apparent, and he reciprocated. The desire absorbed you; you knew that resisting him was no longer an option. That no matter how hard you tried, you wouldn't be able to curb the ache you felt for him until it was satisfied.

Before you could make the first move, Colson's lips were on yours. His kiss was hard as his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to him. His passion was contagious and electrifying. Colson pressed his body flush with yours, sucking on your lower lip as he ran his fingers roughly through your hair.

"Stop teasing and touch me," You demanded. With a smirk, Colsons' hands found your backside lifting you up. You wrapped your legs around his back as he pressed you hard into the wall.

"It's about damn time." He breathed. With his free hand, Colson wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling your head back with a slight yank. He took a second, admiring the view before leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your mouth, so lingering that it made your knees week.

"If we're finally going to do this, I want to hear you say it, y/n." Colson said, looking into your eyes, and without hesitation, you spoke.

"Colson, I need you."

You had a moment to catch Colson's groan before he crashed his lips into yours. You moved frantically together, hands roaming each other's bodies and tongues exploring each other's mouths. Your dress was hiked up around your waist as Colson's hands wandered, feeling every inch of your body. His lips moved down your jaw, his hips grinding into yours. The rub of his bulge against the fabric of the lingerie you had taken from set sent a rush of need to your core, causing you to buck your hips into him.

"Do you feel what you do to me y/n?" Colson growled as he grabbed your hand, guiding it down to the space between you both. "What have you done to me every single goddamn night since I've met you?" He asked, rock hard against your palm. Colson let out an agonizingly sexy groan in response to your touch. You rubbed your hand up and down the length of him, straining hard against the fabric of the towel around his hips. You squeezed your hand around him, stroking slowly. Colson's groans quickly turned to grunts, deep and sexy, until his hand abruptly stopped yours.

"Y/n, you're going to make cum before I even get you naked." He admitted with a slight chuckle. With one smooth move Colson hoisted you into his arms, shifting your weight away from the wall. You locked your ankles around his back, and he carried you across the room. His mouth latched to the skin of your neck.

"Are you marking me, Colson Baker?" You asked seductively. Colson growled low in his throat.

"You haven't seen anything yet, princess." He avowed, tossing you on the chaise lounge. His eyes roamed the curves of your body, still covered in the fabric of your sheer dress. You leaned back on the chair, your skirt hiked up enough to show a peek of the panties beneath. Colson groaned as he dropped to one knee on the lounge so he could lean over you. His eyes were electric as he took in your body. Eyes locked with his, you slowly removed your clothes, tugging your dress over your head and letting it fall to the floor. Colson took in the lingerie that he had picked out for you, his eyes traveling hungrily over your body.

"Seeing you laid out like this in the lingerie that I picked out, it's hard not to feel like. . ." Colson trailed off in thought.

"Like you have a claim on me?" You guessed what he was thinking, and Colsons eyes darkened.

"Exactly like that. It's not a feeling I want to let go of." He remarked. "As much as I love it. . . let me see you without it."

You slipped the straps off your shoulders, watching Colsons eyes follow the movement. You slowly removed the lingerie as he watched your every move. Once you were completely naked, you leaned back on your elbows, biting your lip while looking up at him, waiting to see what he'd do. Colson leaned forward, his eyes locked with yours. His hands framing your body on either side of the lounge chair.

"I want to mark every part of your beautiful body," Colson went on, "after all of that teasing and waiting. . . I want you to think of me every time you look in the mirror." He said, running his finger gently down your neck, your chest, over your nipples. "I want you to see the places I've touched you."

"Do it." You begged.

Colson let out a deep, wild growl that sent a shiver down your body. He dipped down, running his tongue over your collarbone, punctuating the movement with a nip to your shoulder. He pressed a line of soft kisses over the line of your shoulder before his mouth slid up to leave another bite mark on your neck. You gasped at the feeling of his teeth sinking into the curve of your neck. Before the pain could register, Colson licked over the same spot, peppering your skin with kisses. You could feel the trail of marks he was leaving on your neck and down your chest. It stung with pleasure and a hint of pain. He slowly made his way down your body, biting the edge of your hip, almost hard enough to draw blood. A moan escaped your mouth, and you instinctively lifted your hips to meet him.

"Colson"

"Fuck y/n, you're better than any fantasy I could ever have." He marveled as he pulled back to look at you, his gaze full of lust and wonder. Colson tugged on your knees, dragging you to the edge of the lounge chair, your bent legs framed his hips. "I can't wait to taste you. Have you thought about that? What it'd be like to have my mouth on you?"

"I may have considered what it'd be like. . . or how good you'd be. . ." You admitted coyly.

"Trust me, I'm not one to disappoint." He promised. "I can't even tell you how long I've been waiting for this. How many dreams I've had with me between your thighs. . ." desire dripping from every word he spoke.

Colson hovered over you, connecting his lips with yours as your fingers moved down his back. He moved his lips down your body - your neck, your collar bone, your breasts - he left a trail of kisses down your stomach, over your hips, until he reached the place where you craved him most. You arched into his touch, wanting to get closer. Colson lifted his head, grinning wide.

"Eager, are we?" He smirked. Before you could even catch your breath, Colson'sColson's tongue was between your folds, licking you slowly. He looked up to meet your eyes, holding down your hips as his mouth found your bundle of nerves. He sucked your clit like a starved man, enjoying each moan and gasp that he pulled from you. Within seconds you were writhing underneath him as his tongue continued making you sing.

"Oh my god," you moaned, your hand finding its way into his hair. Colson slid a single finger inside of you, working perfectly in time with his mouth against your bud. It sent shockwaves down your body. The rush of pleasure pushing you over the edge.

"Fuck Colson!" You moaned.

"That's it, say my name." He coaxed you. Pulling back enough to speak, Colson used his hand to rub your clit in sharp circles, hard enough to drive you crazy. "Cum for me." He ordered, and your orgasm hit you like a wave, the pleasure shaking through you as you finally let go. You fell back onto the chaise lounge, spent.

Colson climbed on top of you, kissing you passionately. His fingers found their way between your thighs, teasing at your entrance before slipping, not one but two fingers inside. You gasped at the sensation. Colson rocked his hand in smooth, firm strokes, making you moan. He curled his fingers to reach the spot inside that makes fireworks explode behind your eyes. He pumped his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace leaving you breathless, hitting that particular spot every time.

You couldn't take it any longer. You ran your nails down his tattooed back, stopping at the only piece of fabric separating his naked body from yours. In one swift motion, you yanked the towel from his hips, making him grin.

"Since the day I met you, all I wanted to do was make you come undone around me," He said, sliding the underside of his cock over your wet center, giving your clit just a hint of the friction that you craved.

Colson pressed his cock over your clit one last time, making you moan before he positioned it against your entrance. He slowly pushed himself inside of you, one pleasurable, tantalizing inch at a time until you were completely full. Visibly restraining himself, Colson stayed still, letting you get used to the size of him. Both of you breathing heavily as you became familiar with the feel of each other. You rocked your hips up, pulling him in deeper. Tipping his head back in pleasure, Colson let out a groan.

"You're going to be the death of me," Colson mumbled before starting to move agonizingly slow, using all of his self-control. He slowly rolled his hips, pressing his pelvis down against your clit, making you moan.

"Do you want me to go faster?" He asked as he slowly pushed himself deep inside of you, brushing against that perfect spot.

"Y-yes," You stammered in between breaths.

"Tell me what you want," Colson demanded. You could see the tension in his shoulders; it was getting difficult for him to hold himself back. His strokes were slow and hard, sending electric sparks through your body - hot, but not enough. He was driving you crazy, and he loved it; you could tell by the smirk he was wearing.

"Want to hear your beg for it." He growled, sliding slowly into you again, stretching you, sending white-hot pleasure through your body. You could swear you saw stars.

"Please fuck me harder," You moaned. It was precisely what he wanted to hear. In a split second, Colson's self-restraint snapped. His hips moving faster, thrusting deep inside you. You let out a moan as you attempted to bring your hips down to meet his, but he set a frenzied pace, so hard that it took your breath away.

You gripped his shoulders, raking your nails down his tattooed back, hard enough to leave a mark. Colson let out a low growl as the knot in your stomach grew taut; you were so close. You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the sensation.

"Open your eyes. Look at me while you cum on my cock." Colson's nails dug into your hips, and the mixture of pain and pleasure made that knot unravel. Your eyes shot open, meeting those familiar baby blues again.

Colson slammed into you hard and deep, making you scream his name as you fell off the edge, pleasure cascading through your entire body. Colson's lips found their way to yours, swallowing every sound you gave him. The feeling of your release around him causing him to cum even harder, your mouth engulfing his groans. He pulsed inside of you, releasing himself and all the built-up tension from his body until the only thing left between you was heavy breathing.

"Fuck." Colson groaned, lying motionless on top of you for a moment, too fatigued to move. Once he caught his bearings, he rolled off of you, laying on his back next to you. A quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

"What's so funny?" you probed.

"Before you walked in here, I was trying to figure out how I was going to keep myself from accidentally busting while filming our sex scene next week." He answered, still chuckling to himself. His response made you laugh out loud.

"And what makes you think you won't? The sexual tension could easily build back up by then." You challenged him.

"Oh, I have every intention of doing this again" He pointed between you two.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah," He responded, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek, "I thought that your laugh was my favorite. . ." He continued, moving to gently kiss your lips. "but now that I've made you moan. . ." He trailed off, moving down to kiss your neck, sucking just enough to draw a quiet moan from your lips. ". . .I plan on hearing it many times before then" He smirked, and just like that, the insatiable sexual desire to fuck the hell out of Colson Baker returned.

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Burning for love; JJK [03]

Contents: Smut, little bit of dirty talk, supernatural themes, romance, fluff, unedited.

Pairing: Werewolf!alpha!jungkook x omega!reader

Summary: A handsome man is hunting you in the dreams world, making every day more difficult to repress the need to come find him in the middle of the night to submit yourself to his every wish.

Requests: ON

A/N: Hello angels, sorry for the LONG wait, was so busy with school and depressing myself, but here it is, I tried to do my best and please also remember that English is not my first language be kind (😩), sorry for any grammar mistake, enjoy it and take care besties! 💖

Jungkook was insatiable, he just couldn’t seem to get enough of you, he has already fuck you senseless on the kitchen counter, the sofa, the living room floor, the restroom sink, simply everywhere, but he seem to want more and more and more, he wanted so much that you could hardly believe it.

Right now you were waking up, feeling incredibly good, feeling like everything was fine, but those emotions were gone as soon as common sense started to come back to you. Yesterday, Jungkook’s hands everywhere, that incredible first orgasm, but the one who made it happen… His scent, his bright eyes, strong arms making you feel like you can do it all, but above all the interest he had in you, what makes you feel on cloud nine it’s the way he seemed to be mesmerized by your expressions and sounds, knowing right where to touch without a doubt. Almost every space in your skin was painted by the ferocity with which he seems to love you, that marks on your skin being the carnal representation of your wonderful night but insecurities started to rise right at this moment, your mother will be mad, she will yell at you that in the pack were more suitable omegas for alpha Jungkook, the nasty glances and the possibility that some of the females in the pack may try to take what is yours, damn, the mere thought of it makes your eyes turn bright red provoked by the sudden rage coursing through your body. Immediately sensing the unpleasant feelings in you Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, wet hair and drops of water running down his body, making your mouth water, so just like magic your body and inner wolf instruct you to crawl to the end of the bed and touch him, to offer yourself to him, second thoughts completely forgotten by now so you follow your instincts and touch and admire from his hard abdomen to caressing his broad shoulders and just show him that look in your eyes, the one he knows like the back of his hand consequence of all the hours spent admiring and getting to know your body.

“Little girl woke up hungry?”

A hand of his goes to your waist and the other caress your cheek and just like fire can light up the darkest place your senses explode inside of you and once again everything feels a hundred times more, all the textures around you, you can hear the sounds of children and women playing in the distance, even the steps of the smallest animal but his deep chuckle brings you to him again and you feel like melting. Even kneeling at the edge of the bed he is much taller than you, (like a shelter for the most difficult moments in life), warm and golden skin beneath your fingertips and the delicious beating of his heart calming all your nerves and insecurities.

You look right back at him with the same intensity, different shades of golden dancing in your eyes while his are different shades of deep purple, the connection between both of you more palpable than never, trying not to break the eye contact you turn your face to his nearest scent gland, which means is his wrist, basking yourself in his delicious aroma.

“I see what you are at puppy, but I’m afraid that I can only deal with you once before I leave”

His last words hit you hard making you feel like drowning and desperate from one moment to another.

“Are you leaving?, I thought that this days… Were for us”

He can see your teary eyes making him wish he had never said that, breaking his heart a little.

“Don’t be like that baby, I will make sure to end that meeting as soon as I can to come back to your arms but you will have to be a good girl and wait here”

You know he is in a hurry but you can not help but want submit to his wonderful hands and simply seduce him to have him eating out of the palm of your hand, have him only for yourself and memorize all his features.

“You promised it, you said you were going to make me a priority always, you lied to me”

You weren’t usually like this, but when he is around your common sense flies out of the window, so while you're throwing a tantrum and moving uncontrollably under his body he grows impatient and his alpha instincts kick in, putting with undeniably force both your wrists above your head and growls, the signal he’s giving you to submit, the air in the bedroom changing its way.

“Pretty girls know how to wait and to obey their alphas, I already told you I was sorry puppy and remember that I don’t fucking owe apologies to anyone, if I knew this wasn’t important I would have told them to fuck up, you should know your place baby, but good news for you, I’m feeling like even though you have been a little bit of a bad girl you deserve to remember me all over this pretty skin while I’m gone, isn’t that what my puppy wanted, huh?”

He manhandles you until you’re comfortably seated en his strong tights, holding his gaze you can see all the things he wants you to know, all that shit that cannot be said, all the things that are not expressed in a good way by putting them into words, so instead you will use your bond and body.

“Sit on my dick slow baby, make it hurt so you have something to remember, get yourself full of my pups”

And you do as you are told, you slip right where you belong to, starting to bounce yourself slow and hard but even though it feels like heaven you feel like you’re going to die because he doesn’t touch you, he is just watching.

“Touch me please or I’m going to hit you hard”

He laughs but you know he's holding back the urge to order you around.

“I love when my little girl turns all bossy”

You wiggle your hips not exactly knowing where to look but what makes you let out a loud moan of his name is the way he thrusts his incredible hips harder than you had planned, tip of his touching the spongy spot that makes you meet god in person.

“If I’m not gonna have you for a while at least show me that fierce side of you one more time baby, gods above, look at you, bouncing tits and pretty face with an even prettier voice filling my ears of pretty sounds, fuck puppy, turn around and see yourself on the mirror”

You tell him to wait a second because you want to remember him like this, beneath your body and that playful smirk but when you do turn a little your face to see the image that bites back at you is incredible, you even smile don’t exactly recognizing you but looking damn hot on top of your man. You can’t with the feelings so the first thing that comes to your mind is to grab a hold of some of his beautiful locks of hair and tug hard, enough for him to gain some more lustful rage and suddenly slam you in the mirror that both of you were looking a moment ago with such excitement, what brings you back to reality of the pleasure that does nothing but increase is the manly hand grabbing at your jaw, making it open slightly, enough for him to spit on it. And you fucking love it.

“That’s a good mate baby, swallow it all and show me”

All this time he hasn’t stopped that sinful hips of his so at this time it’s starting to hurt and you begin to loose all your grips but you now that he will catch you anyways.

All you are feeling is incredible, you fell full, satisfied. Your throat feels hoarse but it doesn’t matter as you held gazes once again, but it’s the whole moment, your own bubble. Watching his pretty eyes you realize that you have won in live, entirely.

“You don’t have a fucking idea of how bad I want to mount you everywhere until I know you are really pregnant, hell baby I love you so fucking much”

He is right in front of your face, both of your moths open but your not kissing, now he’s the one grabbing your hair into a fist but he can do whatever he wants with you right now and all you will say is thank you.

You’re both touching the finish lines and it’s then that you wonder if this is how it will always be, hot, sweaty and just incredible.

He kiss you right at the final, where both of you have reached the peak, smiling at each other like fools but entirely living the dream.

[...]

You know that Jungkook told you to not leave the room until he was back but you were really hungry and needing some fresh air, so knowing that maybe everyone was serving him in that meeting you dared to head for the nearest kitchen to just grab something and come back. You are happy when no one approach you on the way, focusing on the task to make you a quick drink and cut up some fruit.

You feel happy and complete, at ease with the environment despite missing your alpha a bit, but your clothes and body still smell like him so that’s something for now. That’s the same reason why you don’t hear the pretty and stealthy she-wolf approaching the kitchen, watching you closely.

“It stinks in here, you must have had a very good night young lady”

You jump a little because you are not supposed to see anybody in the sensitive state in which you now find yourself.

“Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to be here”

You murmured your words shyly so low that if it were not for the incredible senses of the lycanthrope body, the girl would have miss it.

She chuckles lightly and by her smell you know that she is a rare breed of a female alpha, but right now every smell its simply too much, almost unpleasant.

“No worries baby, no one else is here but me”

She is a little intimidating to be honest and It’s evident that she knows clearly what to do to get what she wants.

“I should… Probably go”

You try to rush towards the exit in order to feel protected inside the four walls where everything smells like Jungkook but just as you are about to walk through the door the pretty girl grabs you a little hard enough to make you let out a whimper. And it’s that exact moment that lets you know that something is awfully wrong, that you should have never left the room.

“Where are you going?, let me talk to you for a moment, I never had the pleasure of knowing you formally”

You know that she can her your heart beating uncontrollably and smell the fear mixed with nerves.

“Don’t be scared pretty thing just wanted to chat with you”

There’s something strange in her, something that you can’t quite put your finger on.

“This shouldn’t be happening, I’m sorry but I really should get back to-”

While interrupting you she is also forcing you to sit on the small benches that are situated in the kitchen only to bring you to a full state of discomfort and nervousness.

“Is Jungkook really into you honey?”

The sudden questions makes you blink twice and hold a breath, this seems like a pointless conversation, she didn’t even try to do some more small talk .

“Pardon…?”

“Oh my, was I too direct?”

You still don’t see the clarity of the conversation because to your eyes she looks like a lunatic, asking questions about of nowhere.

“Honey, it’s just… Have you never heard what is whispered around the pack, about him and the pretty girl of the Kim pack or even worse… The boy with the deadly beauty from the Park family”

You do have heard the rumors, they were too strong when you were younger and more naive.

“I’m afraid that… I can’t help you with anything, I should really go…”

She puts his body in front of yours so that both of her arms are locked on the wall behind you, blocking any way out.

“Damn, just listen to me for a fucking second, I thought that you knew what was best for you”

You sit still because her harsh words came out more like an alpha command and you just couldn’t fight your true nature.

“Good girl”

You would never imagined that such a mundane phrase would disgust you so much.

“I know you don’t like me wolfie but I have been very well aware of the second thoughts that run at full speed in your little head about the bond that you share with that man”

if you had one wish, you would ask to disappear from this awful situation, if only you had listened to your alpha…

“I don’t understand what you want from me, please just let me go, I’m not going to tell Jungkook”

The female alpha just laughs a little, like you have said to her the funniest thing ever.

“He and I are at the same rank honey and of course you will not tell him anything, I have something that might interest you.”

Your posture is defensive but when she says that she backs a little and you take the opportunity to relax only little bit, a new look of curiosity in your angelic and innocent features.

“I don’t want to upset you honey but look at yourself for a second and tell me if you see yourself as the perfect representation of a good mate for someone like him”

She can easily see the insecurity cross your features because if anything has been bothering you since you found out about the bond it is that.

“I have the perfect solution to all of your concerns baby, there’s someone far more suited to take your place. Look at your neck, he hasn’t even marked you, but really, don’t worry and don’t overthink it, he will be in good hands. I know someone who can make the arrangements, all safe and of course you will be having a far more suited alpha”

It’s really stupid, but you actually think about it, as if all the previous moments with him didn't matter. At the end of the day all you're looking for is his well-being and happiness, isn't it?

People are going to talk, that's for sure, but you could assure him better commentaries and a better future, even if it's not by your side, but what will happen with the few moments that both of you have shared?

“In case you were wondering… No, you will not remember, everything will be gone as soon as the bond is broken. Just think about it for a second, remember all your insecurities and the bad feelings while being his mate, that must be annoying, let yourself be happy, both of you”

You are deep in your thoughts so you miss the way her canines grow in size and that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

“I… I’ll do it”

Call yourself a fool, but that tempting offer was enough for you to maybe, just maybe get yourself a better life, but above all a better life and opportunities for him… Or at least that was what your insecure brain thought.

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