#I love him so much I wanna shove him in my mouth and vigorously shake him like a dog chew toy.

[honeyflashbang]

Where he belongs (/affectionately)

Put him in the soup. Ignore to save him reblog to boil him like to add carrots.

[jellybell92]

Eyes Wide Open

Word count: 1.5k

Content warning: rough smut, dom Schlatt, degrading language (but gentle aftercare)

Fem!reader, 18+ MDNI!!!

You groggily squinted your eyes up at Schlatt as you feel a pillow hit your face, the slap of the cold fabric jolting you awake from your slumber. Schlatt is hovering over you, frowning as he scans your scrunched face.

“C’mon, toots. Would you get up? It's almost noon.”

You groan and turn your head away from him, ignoring his pleas as you rest your face on the pillow again. It took everything in your power not to shove him off the bed right then and there.

Last night you partied with your friends till 2am. You stumbled home into your boyfriend's arms all drunk and delirious. Schlatt begrudgingly put you to bed after helping you get undressed, scowling at the alcohol lingering on your breath. He wasn't a fan of you staying out late, especially when there were creeps at the bars. You told him countless times before that you were safe with your girls and that you had a buddy system, but he was never convinced. Last night he almost lost his shit when he realized you came home alone. What the hell were you thinking? He was gonna let you have a stern talking to, but that all changed when he saw how much of a stubborn brat you were being.

Schlatt shakes your shoulder vigorously. “Do I have to ask again, bitch?” His annoyance cuts through his words. 

You groan and turn over, keeping your eyes shut as you frown and pull the blankets up over your face. He was probably just in one of his moods. And your headache was only getting worse with his berating. Can't he just let you sleep? It was Saturday. Ugh.

He shakes his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath and running a hand through his hair. 

“Alright. Fine. If that's how you wanna act, so be it.” His New York accent tinges his frustration and makes you shiver under the warm blankets. A few moments of silence go by and the bed sheets ruffle next to you. You thought this was the end of it and smiled triumphantly. Finally, some peace and quiet around here. 

Without warning, you feel a cold rush of air hit your body as the blanket is yanked off of you. Big hands wrap around your middle, making you squeal. Schlatt pulls your waist up towards him. Your ass is now in the air and you're on all fours. Something presses into your underwear, making your eyes snap wide open. 

His voice dangles in your ear, lowering to a husky growl. “Wide awake now, huh?” 

He smirks and digs into your hips, pushing you forward and making you groan. You feel a tight sting on your ass and jump. Schlatt laughs and whines in a mocking tone behind you. “Does my girl need some lessons in bedside manners?” He kneads your sore cheeks while you groan into the pillow. “What'd I tell you about coming home alone drunk, huh, sweetie?” His erection teases your clit through his shorts, making you whimper and arch your back. 

“Sorry.” You mumble through the fabric, scrunching your nose in pleasure. “It won't happen again.”

“What was that?” Schlatt retorts, only making you whimper louder. He pulls on your hair tightly, your head lurching up from the pillow as he bends down to whisper in your ear again.

“Say that again, doll.”

“I'm sorry, baby. I promise it won't happen again.” You whine at his mercy as your scalp tingles. 

“That's it. That's my good girl.” Schlatt then slides your underwear down your thighs, promptly massaging your folds. He pulls your head back just a little more and sinks his teeth into your neck. You cry out and rock your hips against his fingers, begging for more. 

“You're a little slut, aren't you?” he mumbles in between his burning kisses, “disobey me like that again and I'll fucking ruin you.”

His words sting your ears and you moan uncontrollably. 

“Jay, I love you. Please…” the words slip from your mouth.

Just then, you feel something press into your pussy. You squeeze your eyes shut and yelp, your thighs trembling as his tip meets your entrance. 

“That's my girl. Take it.” He grunts and inches forward, filling you up with his warmth.

“Please, Jay. Please!” You beg further as he leans down to squeeze your hips. 

“Please what, toots? Use your words.”

He was all the way in now, making your stomach churn with anticipation.

“Please fuck me, Jay.”

Schlatt chuckles darkly. “Gladly, sweetheart.” He pounds into you, driving his cock into your pussy with every muscle in his body. You move your hands to grip the headboard in front of you, steadying yourself as you jostle back and forth from Jay's powerful thrusts. Your head lulls up and down with every movement. 

“Now… what's my girl gonna do….next time she… she goes out, huh?” He gasps and grunts hoarsely between words.

“Call you! I'll call you!” Your jaw hangs slack as your body surges with pleasure. Your stomach tightens and your legs shake uncontrollably.

You feel Schlatt abruptly pull out of you, leaving you aching and empty. He grabs the underside of your stomach and flips you around. Your back lands on the bed with a thump and he spreads your legs out wide. He repositions himself between you, his eyes glazing over with tenderness as he admires your fucked-out face. 

“You're such a good girl for me.” He sighs, his demeanor changing completely. “No wonder I keep you around, you little slut.” You chuckle weakly and pant, relieved to get a break from his relentlessness.

That didn't last long, though, because he swiftly thrusts back into you, driving you to the edge faster than before. You moan his name and inhale sharply when he presses a firm hand against your stomach, making your head spin from the g-spot stimulation. You claw at his forearms desperately as your orgasm teeters on the edge. 

“I fucking love you. Don't you ever come home alone again, you hear me?” Schlatt mutters through gritted teeth. His eyes soften into putty as you come undone for him, your pussy contracting and pulsing around his cock. His breath quickens as he reaches his own climax, his thrusts becoming erratic as he feels you tighten around him. At the last second, he pulls out, making you violently twitch. He pumps himself and spurts thick ropes of cum onto your stomach. 

“My god…” you stare in awe at his throbbing dick releasing, your lips curling into a smile as you cling onto this blissful state for as long as you can. Schlatt huffs and stares at your face, mentally capturing your strained features evening out as you come to. 

You both lay there for a few minutes, tangled up in each other's limbs and breathing heavily. Your mouth hangs open as you stare at the ceiling, relaxing into the bed sheets as Jay begins to massage your inner thighs. 

“I really am sorry, Jay.” you speak up, your voice cracking a bit. You focus your eyes on a spot on the ceiling fan. Your voice eases with Jay's gentle circles on your legs. “What I did last night was not right. I should've let you know.”

Jay grunts in response, gazing at your solemn face with the utmost adoration.

“I care about you, toots. If anything were to happen, it'd be on me. And you already know I worry sick about you.” 

“I know, I know.” You nod, propping yourself up on your elbow and looking at him. “And getting drunk isn't an excuse, either.” 

Your weary expression catches his attention. His heart sinks at the sadness in your eyes.

His arms leave your thighs and he pulls your back up. You lean forward and wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, mentally cringing at the cum squishing against your bellies, but nonetheless grateful for this moment. 

“It's okay, sweetheart. I love you.” Jay mumbles.

You let out a sigh of relief and almost melt into his arms. He rubs your back delicately and chuckles into your neck.

“Hopefully I wasn't too rough. Had to wake you up somehow, princess.”

You return his laugh, kissing his shoulder tenderly. “I'm glad you did, otherwise I would've slept ‘till next year.”

He squeezes you and pulls back. “C'mon. Let's get cleaned up before this shit dries on us.” He smirks, the corner of his eyes crinkling. 

You smile and bend down, licking the white smears of cum off of his stomach. He shutters and moans softly, his hands flying to your hair. 

“Not what I meant. But I'll take it.”

You both giggle breathlessly. You raise your head and lick your lips, smiling up at your boyfriend. “Delicious.”

He grins at you and stands up, taking your hand and leading you to the bathroom. 

a/n: blushing giggling kicking my feet rn

I would love to write more fluffy Schlatt content so please request any ideas you have!! 

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing | m

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 3, 451

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“You’re so pretty like this,” Jungkook whispers against your cheek but it’s nothing like sweet nothings that would comfort you.

No. It’s dirty, it’s relentless when he hooks his fingers upwards against your spongey walls while his other hand clamps on your mouth to keep your gasps at bay. There’s nothing that you can do when he has your pleasure quite literally in the palm of his hands.

“Mmph.” You groan, hips bucking upwards despite your mind telling you that this was wrong, that you weren’t like this.

But Jungkook had a way of clouding your conscience and leading you to unmapped territories when he looks at you with his doe-eyes that looked nothing like innocence but more like trouble.

Jungkook’s absolutely brutal when he finger fucks your pussy until it's squelching within the bathroom walls, nearly overpowering the music from outside. You’re pathetically whining and moaning under him, back stained with sweat while he presses you against the sink. When he looks at you, it’s almost worth it.

Almost.

“This fucking pussy gets wet only for me, yeah?” He growls, eyes barring anomalistically when he releases his other hand from your mouth to grip your chin to look at him.

You can’t control the moan that you let out when he drags his fingertips across the spongey surface of your cunt, your hole fluttering around his long digits that hypnotised you every single time.

“J-Jungkook—” You gasp when he presses his thumb against your clit, your wetness lubricating the movement until your legs shudder around his hips while his eyes zero onto your pussy.

The way he revs up his spit at the back of his throat should’ve been disgusting and you should’ve run for the hills, but Jungkook had a way of making everything you were taught to avoid look appetising because a dollop of his slaver drops directly onto your clit and you feel your stomach clench.

“Fuck. You’re such a slut, aren’t you?” He hisses, “Acting so prim and proper on the outside but you just wanna get fucked like a dirty little secret, huh?”

You shake your head when he pounds harder into you that your body is hiking up the sink with the force he’s exerting into shoving his fingers into your pussy. Tears of ecstasy or shame—you don’t know—but they’re accumulating at the edge of your eyes and threatening release, just like your orgasm that’s impending.

“You’re a liar.” He spits at you and it’s not as malicious as it should be because he’s smirking, a grin so menacing but addictive that you can’t help your dazed eyes that fall onto his face.

Your hand is gripping his shoulder while the other holds onto the sink because your pussy is spasming around his fingers and your wetness is everywhere. It’s on his jeans, fingers, and the remnants of your juice taint his lips—and you feel your stomach clench harder while your mind grows fuzzier.

“N-Not lying.” You whimper.

Jungkook scoffs like he doesn’t believe you, “You’re a liar. You’re a bad girl, aren’t you? What’s everyone going to think if they see you fucked out with just my fingers?”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he leans down in one sudden motion that you can’t even catch up with and envelopes your throbbing bud into his mouth and sucks. Sucks so hard that you scream and you’re sure the partygoers know exactly what’s going on in the bathroom.

“Jungkook!” You scream, clutching his hair.

He chuckles darkly against your pussy but doesn’t relent his actions. The dark locks between your thighs make everything much harder to focus on, but all you can feel and see in Jungkook.

“N-No—I c-can’t—fuck!—” You’re not pushing him away but your hips are unconsciously grinding against his mouth when he finger fucks your pussy all while giving you the beautiful stimulation from his hot mouth.

“You’re going to cum for me and drench my face, yeah?” He mumbles into your pussy but it’s nothing short of demanding, “Gonna eat your fucking pussy clean.”

You’re so close, so so close and Jungkook feels it. He’s generous today, hooking his fingers deeper, and harder until—

“Fuck!” You scream.

Jungkook smirks against your pussy, knowing he’s found it. And Jungkook is someone who doesn’t stop when he knows he’s doing well, he just goes harder. That’s exactly what he does that pushes you over the edge.

He hooks his fingers until you’re nearly lifted off the sink, but his hand presses against your stomach to keep you still, prolonging the intense feeling of pleasure mixed with pain.

“J-Jungkook—f-fuck, I—can’t—p-please—I’m c-cumming—” You’re a blubbering mess and you’re outwardly crying, and Jungkook loves the tears that stream down your face as a result of his hard work on your pussy.

“Cum for me pretty.” He rubs your clit vigorously as he pulls away just to see you unravel.

And you do, so intensely and captivatingly that Jungkook nearly cums himself on the spot. But you were a sight to behold when your face contorts in pleasure, pussy clenching uncontrollably while you spurt the evidence of your orgasm all over the sink and onto Jungkook’s clothes.

Your orgasm is all too long and too short, but it’s good. It sends you away to a spiral of acute gratification that doesn’t disappoint. You barely make out Jungkook’s darkened but pleased expression when your body shudders from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When you come down, and you blink your eyes to come back to the world—the first thing you see is Jungkook’s stained shirt like he spilled water on it but it was just the proof of your arousal and his effort.

Jungkook tugs you close to make sure you see the way he sticks his three fingers into his mouth, smirking at your wide eyes.

“Good girls taste the best.” He hums.

You blush despite the fact he’s seen the worst and best parts of you, hiding away from his keen gaze when he leans down to chase your lips.

“The p-party.” You mumble.

Jungkook scoffs with a wicked grin on his face, “Bet everyone heard how loud you get for me.”

You grimace at the thought of walking out there, where your friends and peers are after the session Jungkook put you through with the redness on your cheeks that could only allude to one thing.

And what you did with Jungkook comes crashing down onto you all at once, even if your stomach still flutters at the pleasure he’s given you. You weren’t like this. You didn’t follow men into bathrooms and let them stick their fingers into your pussy just so you could chase your high. You didn’t let men like Jungkook touch you the way he did when he squeezed your cheeks to look at him.

You broke all of the rules you made for yourself, compartmentalised in your brain—and you can only blame—

“Jungkook.” You say softly, eyes looking up to him and you’re sure he sees your dried tears, “This has to stop.”

For the second time of the night, Jungkook looks like he doesn’t believe you. And that’s probably because you don’t even believe yourself.

Jungkook smirks, “You say that every time it’s over but you’re the one looking for me when I’m gone.”

“I don’t look for you.” You frown.

He scoffs.

“You don’t? Then why would the esteemed _____ who sets the fucking curve all the damn time turn up at a house party where she doesn’t belong?”

You purse your lips and look away. You both knew that parties were not your thing and definitely not one where a bunch of drunk college students was involved.

“You know the only reason I’m here tonight is because of Jimin and Tae.” You snap.

He rolls his eyes before caging you into the sink, and you realise that your skirt is still lifted up—wetness sticking your thighs together in an uncomfortable way that makes you wince.

“And where are they now?” He sneers, looking at you in a mocking manner.

You clench your fists by your side and try to look brave in front of Jungkook. There was no reason why he had this effect on you when you were older than him when he used to worship the ground you walked on when you were children. Now that the tables were turned you had no clue how to navigate it.

“They’re—they’re …” You appeal helplessly, “Does it matter?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek in a way that you noted came from a childhood habit turned attractive, and you hate yourself even more for feeling your heart flutter.

“That’s what I thought.” Jungkook snorts.

He pushes himself off the sink and away from you, and you unconsciously find yourself chasing him. Jungkook notices this but chooses to just smirk at you. You try to glare at him and convince both of you that you didn’t want him, that you wouldn’t come back.

But when Jungkook cups your jaw with his right hand and brings his lips to yours before he leaves, you know that choice was never yours, to begin with.

Sana approaches you out of the blue after one of your lectures and you know something is up when her eyebrows are raised.

“Hey, ____!”

You turn around, nearly slamming into her when she steadies herself, eyes inquisitive with a knowing smile that you don’t like.

Sana was one of those people in college that you were friends with purely for convenience. She was in a few of your lectures and somehow always ended up in your group during projects; so it was strategic for you to maintain an amicable relationship with her.

You thought you could see yourself being good friends with her, but she was far too extroverted and involved in campus affairs. Not that was a bad thing—but it was bad for your social ineptness and lack of engagement in social settings. And the fact that wherever she went, gossip seemed to follow.

“Sana.” You greet with a small smile.

She nudges your shoulders before the two of you fall into similar steps as you make your way out of the lecture hall.

“How have you been?” You know it’s small talk and that she’s easing you in, which only settles the anxiety further at the pit of your stomach.

“I’ve been busy.” You shrug, “Mid-terms are around the corner.”

She snorts, “By corner you mean two months down the road and you’re just being an overachiever?”

You blush at being called out and you know she meant no ill-intent. She laughs at your reaction while you offer her a sheepish smile in return.

“It’s always good to be prepared.”

She nods her head as the two of you approach the outdoor student lounge where a few other college kids were either dozing off or typing away on their laptops for last-minute assignments.

“So I heard …” Sana trails off and you sigh knowingly, already somewhat prepared.

“You heard …?” You parrot.

“You and Jeon are close, right?”

You stop in your tracks when you hear his name, as you feel her stop right behind you while you tuck your laptop to your chest.

“J-Jeon?”

Sana nods when you turn around to face her. You hope she isn’t as observant as you think she is because your face is undoubtedly red right now.

“Yeah. Jungkook.” She reaffirms.

“We’re … we grew up together.” You tell her, “With Jimin and Taehyung.”

You made sure to include your other two friends because you didn’t like where the conversation was going, and you needed to ensure there was some form of distance established between you and Jungkook, not wanting to further entangle yourself with him than you already are.

She raises an eyebrow, “So you’re close?”

You shrug your shoulders.

“I guess you could say that. We went to the same high school so it was natural for our paths to cross.”

Sana nods her head slowly as if processing the information.

“Why—”

“But you’re older than him, right?” She asks with a tilt of her head.

You blink at her, then you nod. Redness on your cheeks already appearing.

“Yeah. B-But … I mean by only two years. It’s not like that’s a lot.” You say defensively.

You weren’t sure why you felt the need to clarify that because there was no reason why Sana needed to know that you were just two years older than Jungkook. It was the type of information that was unnecessary and redundant given that she clearly pointed out the fact you were older.

Sana hums before looking at you with knowing eyes, but you try to pretend like you don’t see it.

“And you’ve never fooled around before?”

Her question makes you choke and causes heat to rapidly rush to your cheeks.

“What?” You cry, “Of course not!”

Sana looks at you dryly before schooling herself with a neutral smile.

“None at all?” She pries, “But he’s so hot?”

You roll your eyes, already wanting to leave the conversation, knowing it wasn’t the wisest decision to have allowed it to prolong this far after Jungkook’s name was brought up.

“He’s like a litter brother to me.” You snap.

You hate that you know you’re lying through your teeth because you would have not let a little brother do the things Jungkook has done to you.

Sana nods, sides of her lips twitching upwards at your answer.

You sigh, “What is this about?”

She waves you off.

“Just wanted to know if he was single.”

You raise an eyebrow, heart nearly stopping at the insinuation.

“Okay …?”

Sana smiles up at you like she wasn’t interrogating you on your apparent relationship with Jungkook, a young boy turned bad with the realism of college-hood and social interactions that you can’t even compare him to the boy you knew from high school; all awkward and limbs.

“My friend’s asking. You know Jennie?”

You almost turn pale. Because of course, you know Jennie because she’s beautiful, popular, outgoing and everything that you weren’t; and everything Jungkook should’ve liked—and you were sure he did.

“Y-Yeah.” You stutter.

“She always thought you two were together so she never made her move. At least I can tell her that isn’t the case.” Sana chirps.

“Y-Yeah … you can.” You mumble, eyes looking away and the only thing plaguing your mind is the visual of Jennie and Jungkook together.

“But I always did try to tell her that she was in her head about the two of you.” Sana laughs.

You turn around, and your heart knows you should keep your mouth shut but you were always too curious for your own good.

“Oh?” You furrow your eyebrows.

“Yeah.” Sana shrugs, “I mean. You’re top of the class, Ms. Student President and always put together. And not to say Jungkook isn’t but … he’s not exactly like you, you know?”

You know that. Because every time you look at old pictures of you and Jungkook you already felt the disparity, the clear-cut chase that he was at the top of the food chain while you were always left with the leftovers. You weren’t the type of girl that hung around Jungkook’s circle and he wasn’t the type of person you would hang out with.

The two of you weren’t young anymore and Jimin and Taehyung weren’t able to be that bridge between the both of you either. You and Jungkook were so drastically different and it scared you because you remember a time where you thought he was the endgame.

“I guess you’re right.” You say softly.

“Anyways. Sorry for bothering you!” Sana smiles before tugging her bag over her shoulder and offering you a small wave before she darts off in the other direction.

You’re left standing in the middle of the lounge with a heavier sense of dread on your shoulders, and the image of Jennie in your mind. She’s pretty. And you bet she’s nice too, but fun enough for Jungkook to want. Nothing like you.

But you shake your head off with the thoughts. You didn’t even deserve to think about this because Jungkook was never yours. Even if he tempts you with his words and his scalding touch, you were just someone familiar to him.

He didn’t want you.

You purse your lips and will yourself not to shed a tear in public, so you quickly turn on your heel to head towards the library; where the world is a lot quieter.

“Did you see this?” Jimin leans closer to shove his phone in front of your face.

You frown and ignore him, but he’s like an annoying brother who won’t budge when he waves the device even more.

“What?” You snap, eyes shut in irritation.

“Damn. Who pissed in your cereal?” Jimin mutters.

You roll your eyes and sigh, looking at him with a softer expression.

“Sorry.” You wince, “I just had a bad day and … I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have unloaded it on you.”

Jimin smiles at you pitifully before turning to face you, placing his phone downwards on the table.

“You wanna talk about it?”

You think about what’s been bothering you and you can only think of Jungkook. How he pretended like he didn’t know you after he fingered you in the bathroom at a party. How Sana didn’t think you and Jungkook were possible. How Jennie was interested and she was gorgeous. How Jungkook would be too.

“Nah.” You wave him off, forcing a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes.

Jimin eyes you sceptically but you rest a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

“You sure?”

You nod, before cocking your head to his phone.

“What did you want to show me?”

He blinks at his phone and then picks it up, already in a different mood when he opens his device to his Instagram page.

“Did you know Kook and Jennie were a thing?” Is the first thing you hear after Jimin shows you a video that makes your heart drop into your stomach.

It’s Jungkook—and Jennie.

But that’s not it.

They’re kissing, quite passionately and people are egging them on when Jungkook slips a leg between her thighs while he cradles her face against his own. You see people cheering and hollering when Jungkook slips his tongue into her mouth, and Jennie smiling against the kiss.

It was at the party. The party where he fingered you and kissed you on the lips before he proceeded to pretend like he didn’t know you and disappear.

You wonder how you missed all of that.

“______?” Jimin calls out to you.

You blink up at him before he looks at you with a confused yet concerned expression.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks.

You clear the lump in your throat, and your point is proven. They do look good together.

“I-I …” You mumble, “Yeah. I’m okay.”

Jimin doesn’t believe you and he sets his phone down, but before he can say anything a new figure joins you at the table by slamming their stuff down.

When you look up, you see Jungkook—and it hurts so badly when you recognise his cocksure smirk with his eyes trained on your face.

“What are the two of you whispering about?” He snorts, settling into his seat.

Before Jimin can say anything, you push yourself up abruptly that startles both Jimin and Jungkook.

“I have to go.” You blurt.

Jimin furrows his eyebrows, “Are you really okay—”

“Yes.” You say tightly, packing your belongings as quickly as you can without sparing Jungkook another glance.

“You’re not even going to say hi?” Jungkook asks, and if you were in a better headspace then you’d hear the slight irritation in his tone.

You purse your lips, but still, keep your eyes away from him. You don’t respond to him, and neither do you flatter Jimin’s concerned stare.

But before you can leave, Jimin grabs your wrist and your breath hitches, head-turning slowly to face him while you ignore Jungkook’s heavy gaze on you.

“Text me?” He says softly.

You knew from Jimin’s eyes that he’s worried, and you felt slightly guilty for leaving him behind like this when you promised him to study. But you couldn’t be around Jungkook right now. Not when your mind was everywhere and you were confused about everything.

Not when the video exists.

“I will.” You reply, equally as soft.

You tug your hands away and don’t spare Jungkook another glance before you’re rushing out of the library, the lump in your throat more apparent than ever.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Cans I request a very soft but also very dom and kinda soft mean Steve 🥺🥺 who calls you his pretty slut🥴🥴

Pretty Little Slut

Pairing: Winter Soldier!Steve x fem!reader

Summary: Steve doesn’t like the dress you picked out, at all.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of female masturbation, semi-public sex) daddy-dom Steve, SMUT!!!, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ooh, this really activated my switch tendencies, I’ve haven’t gotten this subby in a while and after my last fic I’m giving myself whiplash. For some reason, this ask made me think of Winter Soldier Steve. (Also, surprise!!! Maybe I do have a daddy kink?) Thank you so much for the ask @donutloverxo!!!!!

Steve let out a low growl once his eyes found you on the dance floor. You were writhing in between Nat and Maria as you lost yourself in the music. He loved how carefree you looked when you were dancing.

But that fucking dress...

He tried so hard to be more open minded about what women wore these days, but that tiny black satin thing you had on could barely be considered an undergarment back in the 40s.

He stalked towards you, ignoring the conversation that Tony and Sam were trying to involve him in. You didn’t notice as he came to stand behind you, shoving aside some asshole who was trying to make a move on you.

“Fuck, hey baby!” You said as he wrapped his hand around your throat and drew you back against his chest with a yank. “You gonna dance with me?”

“No.” He murmured against the shell of your ear, bringing his other hand to dig into your arm. “We’re leaving.”

You moaned as he pressed you against him, the curve of your ass right up against his growing erection as he pulled you away from the other girls.

“Bye ladies.” You said hoarsely as you let Steve drag you away. They just shook their heads at you and kept dancing.

Steve released your throat but kept his hand wrapped around your arm as he steered you towards the car, his jaw clenched tightly. You watched the tic in his jaw as you followed him, chewing your lip as you considered what might have set him off.

He wrenched the passenger door open and shoved you inside, slamming it closed as you buckled yourself in. Your breath was coming in shallow pants as you watched him circle around the car to the driver’s side, his posture indicating how upset he was.

“Steve...” you said when he finally sat down and started the car.

“Don’t say anything.” He seethed at you, throwing the car into reverse and pulling out. “I can’t believe you went out dressed like this.”

“It’s a dress, Steve.” You said, rubbing your thighs together as you felt yourself getting wet at his tone.

“Barely.” He snorted as he continued driving, refusing to look at you. “Are you even wearing anything under there?”

“I though you liked it when I didn’t wear panties.” You whined, aching to touch yourself as he scolded you.

“When I’m out with you, you stupid slut.” He growled, his grip on the steering wheel tightening painfully. “Not so you can show off my pussy to every asshole in the city.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy.” You moaned in a low voice, your nipples growing hard under the thin silk of your dress. “I’m such a dumb slut, you should never let me go out by myself.”

He threw the car in park when you arrived back at the tower, turning to look at you finally.

“Fuck, look at you.” He said, his eyes softening as he watched you writhe under his gaze, your chest heaving as your fingers clutched the hem of your skirt, aching to touch yourself as your pussy throbbed against the leather seat. “My pretty little slut. Why do you do this to me baby?”

“I’m sorry, daddy, I just want to look pretty for you.” You gasped as he cupped your jaw, his thumb tugging at your bottom lip. “Please daddy, I’m so wet.”

“Yeah baby? You wanna touch that pretty pussy while I watch?” He grinned as you whined at him, nodding your head vigorously. “I shouldn’t let you, you’ve been so bad.”

“No, daddy!” You whimpered pathetically, grabbing his wrist as you nipped at the pad of his thumb.

He ripped his hand out of your grip and gave you a light slap across your cheek, making you gasp as your cunt clenched around nothing before he wrapped his hand around your throat.

“Don’t be a brat now, sweetheart.” He tutted before unbuckling his seat belt and leaning over the console to run his tongue over your cheek in a heavy stripe, making you mewl. “You’re just lucky I’m so soft on you, or I’d edge you all night. Now try not to act like a needy little whore when we’re in the lobby, or I’ll spank you.”

He opened your door for you before moving back to his seat and stepping out of the vehicle. You had to take a few deep breaths to school yourself before you moved to join him, pressing your thighs together to keep your arousal from running down the inside of your legs.

Steve pressed his hand to the small of your back as he guided you to the elevator, his cheek twitching as he did his best to keep himself from fucking you right there in the lobby. He ran his hand over your spine as the two of you waited, making you shiver with anticipation.

The lift finally arrived and he shoved you inside, striding after you with a look of determination that made your knees shake.

“I’m not gonna make it back to the room, baby.” He growled at you as he stepped forward, backing you into the wall as his eyes raked over your body.

You jumped when he punched the emergency brake, bringing the elevator to an abrupt halt. He turned back to you and gripped the straps of your dress and ripped it off you, grinning as you gasped and arched your back towards him.

“Fuck, you’re always so ready for me baby.” He growled into your neck as he slid his hand between your legs. “You gonna be a good girl and take daddy’s cock?”

“Yes daddy, please. I need your cock so bad. Wanna feel every inch of you in my tight little pussy.” You panted as he ran his teeth over your throat while he undid his fly.

“It’s my pussy, pretty girl.” He murmured as he slapped his tip against your clit, making you cry out and grip his shoulders painfully. “And I’m gonna fill her up so good.”

You swallowed a shriek as he shoved his hips forward, impaling you on his hard cock. He lifted you up and wrapped your legs around him as he started thrusting into you.

“You’re gonna be so good and quiet for me aren’t you pretty girl?” He muttered into your collarbone as his fingers dug into your waist painfully. “Don’t want anyone else knowing what a little slut you are.”

“Yes daddy. Just wanna be your good girl.” You panted as he fucked you harder, his cock hitting those spots inside you that no one had ever been able to reach before.

He bent to take your nipple in his mouth and you let out a whine, your fingers scrabbling in his hair as you arched into his face.

“Fuck, baby, you’re squeezing me so good. This pussy’s so tight and warm. Look at what you do to me.” He said with a grunt as his hips started to stutter, your cunt clenching and fluttering around him as he brought you closer to the edge. “Making me fuck you in an elevator where anyone could catch us.”

The only answer you gave him was a series of soft whimpers as a warm coil started to tighten in your abdomen, making your back arch violently as you neared your release.

“Mmm, daddy I’m gonna cum. Please let me cum daddy.” You panted breathlessly.

“Daddy’s pretty slut wants to cum?” He purred, nipping at the column of your throat. “Go ahead baby, I wanna see that cream all over my cock.”

He pressed his mouth to yours and swallowed your shriek as your body went rigid, your fingers pulling his hair painfully. You sobbed as your muscles spasmed, your cunt strangling Steve’s cock as your release leaked out of you and soaked the front of his pants. Steve growled against your lips as his hips faltered, his cum shooting into you violently and mixing with your own release in a thick creamy mess that coated his cock.

“Fuck me.” He groaned, setting you down gently as he pulled out of you. “You fucking planned this didn’t you?”

You just but your lip and grinned at him, punching the emergency button to restart the lift.

“Dunno what you mean, daddy. I’m just a dumb little slut. Now give me your jacket, I’m not walking back to our apartment naked.”

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"Nice pad."

Gorinfel looked at the Chet. It was sitting on his counter, shoving handfuls of dandelion flour into its mouth. He once again attempted to cast a glamour over the thing, but it kept munching.

"Steel plate, ding-ding." The Chet mimed knocking on its own skull but said 'ding-ding' aloud in a grating but oddly likable accent. "Iron-headed they call me, it's a good, ah, whatchacalem, meatyfor."

"It's a metaphor!"

"Ooo, gotcha to talk to me, now we're pals!" Gorinfel tried to dodge out of the way, but for a creature that small (or was it big?) the Chet moved fast, and before the Prince of Silver Twilight could shout a protest, it had his hand clasped in its flour-covered paw and was shaking it vigorously. "Nice ta meetcha can I getcha name!"

"Wh-what in Titania-" Gorinfel stammered.

"Ooo, almost gotcha! Not so funny when the foots on the udder hand, right?" The Chet slapped Gorinfel on the back in the way humans did when they like you. It was, in a word, gross. "I know ya day-to-day name, Gori, you got it written on ya doorstep."

"How can you read it? It's not visible to anyone but me."

"I'm gonna break it to ya now, I ain't too careful about what I put in my mouth." The Chet said, walking over to the panty. "That yummy flour, particularly shiny marbles, DMT, black licorice... My mom gave me colloidal silver a lot... Blame whichever one of those is convenient."

The Chet started eating a head of lettuce, whole, working around the eyes and nose as it went.

"Put that down! I wasn't planning on eating him till Sparksday!" Gorinfel lunged for the Chet, but it scurried shockingly quickly for a Chet of its variable size. Mortal things weren't consistent in Arcadia, not without help, and it left most of them too baffled and bewitched to cause much harm.

"I'd love to wanna help ya, pal!" The Chet, on the other hand, seemed to know instantly what size and orientation it would be on at any given moment. Information Gorinfel lacked, and the laughing, variably-scaled man-thing delighted in sending the elf careening this way or that. "But he's mmm-mmm too good to give up."

It went on like this for some time. Gorinfel could hear the neighbors gathering, snickering at him through the frost-glass as he failed to capture one unruly mortal within his own domain.

The time it took for Gorinfel to wind up laying on the floor, exhausted, while the currently tiny human kicked its feet from the rafters and ate the last succulent leaves of lettuce.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Gorinfel said. He thought it was a demand, but it came out as a whine. "Just let me just put you under a cup and put you back outside."

"I like you Gori. That, and I owe a lot of people a lot of money. So when I saw you walking through the woods to the mushroom ring, I just thought I'd drop in and stay with you for a bit. Just until the heat's off."

"How long is that?"

"Oh, six, seven years I figure. You got any weed?"

"YEARS!? Yours or mine?"

"Oh definitely yours." The Chet said. "They are VERY mad. I wouldn't wanna be me, I tell you what."

Gorinfel stared upward in silence.

"Look, it doesn't have to be all bad." The Chet said. He jumped from the rafters, carefully taking the route that made him fill half the dining hall when he landed with a crash. Gorinfel scrambled backward, raising his hands in feeble defense against the now ogre-sized Chet.

The immense thing reached its dusted-white hand into its coat pocket. The elf opened his mouth to scream or plead or shout, he was not sure which. He was only certain that a creature this adept, this terrifyingly prepared, was reaching for an iron spike or a club of coffin-wood to smash the life from him.

Instead, he saw that hand pull out a strange bag. It was clear as glass, but moved like cloth, and inside sloshed a thick, white liquid. Only it wasn't white. It was very nearly white. Cream, one might call that shade.

"1.3 liters of Canada's finest." The Chet said with the glee that Gorinfel recognized as his own, in a moment six centuries past when he dangled an invisibility cloak in front of some wizard or another. "Whaddya say?"

Gorinfel looked up at the bag of cream. 1.3 liters was a lot and those were presently very, very big liters. It was a momentary lapse, but it was enough. Gorinfel grabbed the bag greedily, it's size remaining stable now that it was free of the Chet's grasp. With a poke of one faun-like horn, Gorinfel made a hole and began to sup in absolute delight.

It was, indeed, Canada's finest.

"Thank you." The Chet said, offhandedly, like one might say "good day".

"You're welcome." Gorinfel replied equally offhandedly, his attention fully on his repast. He enjoyed that repast for a full three seconds more before his thoughts caught up with his words.

"I'll get my stuff." The Chet said.

"Roomie."

You know how people sometimes get a cat by just having a random stray cat with no collar and no chip walk in and sit on the couch like "yo fucknuts I live here now", and the people just go "well fuck, guess I gotta go get a litterbox then."

Now consider: Humans doing that to the fae. Not being captured by the fae folk, not taken against their will but stubbornly walking in to their realm and refusing to leave before one of them agrees to take this damn creature. Faeries telling each other "naww come on, you can't make it leave, it already ate your food. Everyone knows you gotta keep them if you've fed them."

And another faery yells back "I did not fucking feed that thing, it climbed into my pantry and was eating flour straight out of the bag!"

[salemwritesxx]

𝓪 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.

𝕂𝔸𝕄𝔸𝔻���� 𝕋𝔸ℕ𝕁𝕀ℝ𝕆

     ⇴ x male reader [under 5‘0“, merman hashira]      ⇴ all characters are depicted as [18]+

↳ summary/request: Part 2 of this.

↣ rating: explicit, 18+ ↣ warnings: smut, monster sex, merman x human, double dicks, double penetration

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Rushing down, Tanjiro met you at the usual isolated little area where you had shared your first kiss. Now, months later, it was still your secret place to meet – not that he or you really hid the fact that you started dating. But it was nice knowing no one would interrupt you or find you there.

“[your.name]?”, he called for you, your name echoing in the silent night that was only disturbed by the sound of ocean waves.

“Jiro? You’re already here?”, a head poked through the surface of the water. As you smiled at him, Kamado also couldn’t help but smile back.

“Mh. I came back as soon as I reported everything.”

“Wait I’ll come out then-“

“No.”, he surprised you a little, though the smile on his lips didn’t falter, “I’ll come in, [your.name]!”

Thus, you watched as he slipped off his haori, letting it fall onto the ground, before his uniform followed, one piece after another. Tanjiro was not shy anymore like a few months ago. Instead, even though he had scars from battles, he confidently took off everything until he was completely naked.

And you just look at him in awe – he was so pretty. You loved him so much.

“Ah, it’s cold.”, Tanjiro giggled and gasp at the same time when he swiftly jumped into the cool ocean water.

“That’s why I told you I’d come out.”, you laughed and your arms opened immediately, inviting him. And certainly, you didn’t have to say anything as he swam the last few feet to get to you, strong arms wrapped around your neck in an instant.

“Nhn.”, he shook his head and leaned in, softly kissing your lips, “[Your.name]… I wanna go all the way today.”

His sudden request surprised you, though before you could say anything, his ruby eyes met your own [eye.color] ones – he was determined. Even though he looked so confident, you still breathed a mere, “Are you really…?”

“Yes.”, Tanjiro whispered back and cuddled his head against yours. His naked body was pressed against your own and his legs wrapped around your fishtail.

“Then, I won’t hold back, my love.”, you smiled at last.

Those words alone made his heart jump in his chest, only for Tanjiro to softly whine when you buried your hand in his hair to pull him close. Your lips collided and his arms tightened around your neck, knowing, even though you were still smaller in your merman form than him, you would hold him up and not let him drown – well, only drown in the sweet bliss and pleasure.

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“Ah-“, a choked moan escaped his lips, only to bite it in order to not get too loud as your fingers were stirring up his insides; penetrating that sweet spot of his while he was barely able to keep it together, hanging onto you in the water and trying to touch you as well.

You two did have sex before in your merman form, but today was special, because today, he finally wanted to be fucked by both of your cocks. Tanjiro had been longing for it for quite some time after all.

“[Your.name]!”, whining your name, his glazed, ruby eyes were half open as he looked at you. Though closing them instinctively when you came closer to kiss him, his heart made three flips just from such sweet gestures.

“Ahnh mhnnghH!”, Tanjiro couldn’t stop moaning against your lips, not when you entered a third finger to spread his ass. Your own cocks were excitingly throbbing and twitching against the palm of his calloused hand as he wanted to touch and stimulate you as well.

Your tongues were playfully fighting, muffling his moans like that, while his hand was holding onto your shoulder, the other wrapped around one of your dicks. His own cock was leaking so much precum already, everything getting washed away by the ocean waves and yet, your body kept him from floating anywhere, strongly pressed against you.

“[Your.name]…”, whimpering against your lips, Tanjiro pulled back at last, gasping softly and drool dripping from his lips.

“You’re so cute, Tanjiro.”, you smiled gently, but the gleaming in your [eye.color] eyes told him everything. You were just as aroused as him and it made him so unbelievably happy.

“AHN!”, and then, he couldn’t muffle his aroused moan when all three digits of yours were thrusted inside fully. With shaking legs and shivering hands, he grip you even tighter, your own low moan vibrating in your chest as he pumped your cock harder.

“[Y-your.n-name], I… I am ready. Please.”, his lips brushed against your own, “Do it. L-love me.”

“Being this cute must be seriously prohibited!”, you thought while smashing your lips on his, his desperate moan and the way he held on were just so arousing, you could barely hold back.

Pulling out your fingers, Tanjiro moaned into the kiss once more, before you gently pushed his hand away from one of your weirdly curved, inhuman cocks. Instead, you placed his arm around your shoulder, breathing a mere “Hold on, Darling.” while your hand slipped down to his ass once more.

Massaging his cheeks with both hands, you spread them and pulled him closer, a lustful hiss escaping your lips against your lovers, Kamado only whining and kissing you deeper in response. Thrusting lightly, you rubbed both of your cocks between his ass, the long, twisted tips brushing against his twitching hole seriously driving him crazy - you were such a tease.

But then, you used your hand to adjust your cocks and in the end, pressing them both against his hole, you started to push, his ass opening up almost immediately, sucking you in eagerly. Once both of your cockheads were in, Tanjiro’s ragged breathing calmed down a bit, yet he knew, there was something much thicker waiting for him.

“Tanjiro. Tell me if it’s too much.”, you mumbled against his lips, kissing them over and over again and he returned every little one of them.

“Mhmm”, an approved, high-pitched whine was all he could do.

Your movements were slow as you eased into his tight ass, spreading him more and more as he was pushed down onto your cocks. He was moaning and grunting, especially when you started playing with his own dick, jolts of pleasure mixed with discomfort made it much easier to take both of your cocks at once.

As you pushed his ass down, the base of your curved, twisted cocks got thicker with more bumps, making Tanjiro gasp in delight as the little nubs brushed against his twitching insides. His hole was tightening and sucking you in more. And at last, he was pressed fully against your scaly skin.

“God…. your such a Good Boy, aren’t you, Tanjiro?”, your inhuman purr was intense and all he could do was nod and hiccup your name.

Staying connected like this for a second, Kamado adjusted to the thickness and lengths of your dicks more easily than you thought, and before you knew it, he softly tried to sway his hips, making you hiss. He wanted to be fucked – now.

So, you granted him his wish.

“Hold on tight!”, was the last thing you grumbled deeply, before your hips started moving, immediately sending Tanjiro flying.

Due to your very special form changing ability, you easily moved underwater, thus slamming your cocks into him without the water disturbing your movements or strength.

“AHNH! AHHhh NHHH [Your.name]! [YOUR.NAME]!”, he didn’t care to hold back his voice anymore, moaning loudly and freely into the night. He always enjoyed making love, but being fucked by both of your cocks at once was a new level of ecstasy he didn’t know he could reach.

Tears of pleasure were dripping down his cheeks and his cock was throbbing in your pumping hand, never letting him even breathe for a second as you drilled your dicks into him relentlessly. Tanjiro’s legs were shaking and he knew, if it wasn’t for you holding him, he would probably drown with how utterly unable he was to think one straight, coherent thought.

“AH I- I- Ah- Love yOU!”, Tanjiro sobbed. Every time, he still thought he was dreaming. Being together with you, was like a dream.

And even though, it had been months since your confession, he still was so lucky and happy that it almost hurt.

“I love you, too, Jiro!”, your own grunted answer made his heart flip.

The friction of your cocks rubbing together, and from being engulfed by his hot, tight ass was almost too much to handle for you. God, he just felt so fucking amazing. How his body melted against your own so perfectly and even though the ocean water was pretty cold, Tanjiro himself was burning up.

“D-Darling, I’m… close…”, pressing those words out between gritted teeth was the only thing you could do before another moan spilled from your lips, feeling almost too overwhelmingly good. Now, that Tanjiro could fit both of your dicks at once, it truly was almost too much.

“[Y-Your.name]- AHn! M-me… Me too… Hnnn-!”, stuttering your name, he threw his head back at last when you started teasing his sensitive cockhead with your thumb.

One last time, your free hand grabbed his ass, your nails digging into his flesh as you pressed him against your body. Your tail was thrashing in the water as you raggedly started shoving your cocks into his ass. His hole being so sloppy and wet due to all the precum you were leaking.

“Ah, AH! Ughhnh-!”, Tanjiro couldn’t hold back his moans, his legs were shaking due to being penetrated so vigorously and your hand playing with his dick. All he could do was lean his forehead against your own and let the burning sensation in his abdomen take over.

And once that happened, it was over.

His cock was throbbing and bouncing in your hand from the strong orgasm sweeping through his body. Squirting cum into the ocean, his body spasming from the intense feeling while his mouth was hanging open as he tried to desperately gasp for breath – though getting interrupted by his pleasurable cries and sobs.

As Tanjiro was tightening so much around your cocks, it was almost unbearable for you. Grabbing him tightly and following him with your own release. Your deep, delightful moans and little grunts mixed with his own aroused sounds. Dicks vividly throbbing and moving, you filled him up with your cum. His ass overflowing almost immediately and releasing your seed back into the ocean, even though you had stuffed him full with your cocks.

“Ahn- d-don’t… pull out… yet…”, Tanjiro barely stammered as he buried his face at your shoulder to calm down. You just purred and nodded while also showering his face and the side of his head with kisses. Using your tail, you slowly swam back to the shores, since you had drifted off quite a lot.

Kamado just enjoyed those sweet gestures since his body was limp anyways from being fucked too good. Though, when you reached the little isolated beach again, you pulled yourself and him out of the water, just so it was barely reaching your hips.

Looking down your body from the corner of his eyes, he watched as your fishtail transformed back into human legs. And with that, a soft moan and grunt escaped his lips as your cocks slipped out (to transform back as well); releasing all that cum that you had stuffed him with, having it drip down over his balls and into the water.

“I love you.”, you said in a hushed voice while kissing his forehead. Tanjiro just smiling as he cuddled against your smaller body, his legs tangled with yours and his hand also reaching for your own.

“I love you too, [your.name]! I love you… so much…”, he tiredly mumbled back, before taking your hand and squeezing it softly.

Thankfully, it was a warm summer night, thus you could both savor the moment a little longer, laying together in the warm sand and caressing each other.

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cw / tw : smut!!!!, name-calling, slight degradation, dom!harry, references like sir etc., bondage, slight exhibitionism, sex toys, anal play, edging, overstimulation, jealousy, possessiveness

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a/n: slight au in this one, basically voldy doesn't exist, like he died or wtv idk . just normal hogwarts with high-school dynamics. hope you enjoy!

"Who do you belong to darling?"

The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped.

"You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!"

⚔︎

It was the party of the year. The Slytherin common-room was in full swing as all four houses meshed together to simply wind down after exams and have a good time. You'd gone to the party with a few girl friends from your dorm, Harry promising to meet you there after he was done with quidditch practice.

"Hey y/l/n! Want a drink?"

Zabini approached you sitting on the couch, two red solo cups in hand as he passed one to you, flopping down on the green satin couch and wrapping an arm around you. The two of you weren't exactly friends, but also weren't exactly strangers. You shared flirty comments in potions, but both of you knew nothing serious would come from it. He was just fun to be around, and you knew he felt the same about you.

Oh, and there was something else about him.

Seeing you talk to Blaise drove Harry absolutely insane.

It wasn't that Harry didn't trust you, he definitely did. He just was an incredibly possessive guy, and you found it really, really hot. But also, you found yourself enjoying Blaise's company, so you grew closer to the Slytherin. Playing with fire more and more as the days passed. ⚔︎ Harry stepped into the Slytherin Common Room laughing, the door closing behind him as he slapped Ron on the back. Scanning the room, the laughter dissipated and his jaw clenched, unconsciously gripping Ron's shirt which had the ginger wincing, looking to see what had pissed his best friend off. Ron's eyes landed on you, clad in a tight-fitting dress, sitting with Zabini's arm wrapped around your shoulders. The pair of you were laughing at something as you leaned in a little too close to the Slytherin. The seeker's eyes narrows behind his glasses, stalking over to the couch and stood in front of you. "Oh hey Haz! I didn't know you'd come already. D'you wanna top me off?" Shoving your cup into your boyfriend's hands, Harry took a whiff of the container which reeked of firewhiskey. He could tell you were tipsy, and pulled you up off the couch, whispering into your ear. "No, but I'd like to fill you up." You swallowed slightly, your throat suddenly feeling dry despite all that you'd been drinking that night. Harry threw Blaise a weak smile as he leaned away from your ear, a smile that definitely did not match the dark look in his eyes. "Zabini I'm going to take her back to my dorm for a bit. She's clearly out of it." The aforementioned Slytherin shrugged and got up off the sofa, not before turning back to throw you a wink. "Until next time, Y/N." ⚔︎ The door to Harry's dorm was thrown open with just a wave of his hand, an impressive feat of wandless magic that you were not in the proper headspace to admire. "Did you forget who you belonged to, y/n, hmm? Because it sure as hell seemed like it." The boy all but growled at you, making you shiver slightly, dampness pooling in your underwear. "W-what do you mean Harry?" The boy let out a humourless laugh, his eyes dark with lust and determination, before pushing you down onto the bed nearest to the door, pinning your arms above you. "It seems my little slut needs to be taught a lesson." A moan elicited from your throat as Harry leaned down to kiss you, his tongue slipping into your mouth as your hands shot to your usual position – lost in his mess of curls. But he moved away as soon as you did so. "No can do baby doll, bad girls don't get to touch. In fact, I think that in itself deserves a punishment. Come, get up, strip, then lay yourself over my lap." You slipped off your dress and shoes, standing in front of Harry in just the green lace underwear that you'd worn for the night. The sight of the underwear made Harry's cock swell slightly, but a bitter taste formed in his mouth. "You little slut. Wore that for Zabini didn't you? Your pretty little tits covered in Slytherin colours. Now we can't have that, can we?" He grabbed you harshly, basically throwing you over his lap as he grabbed your left tit over the thin lace of your bra, his other calloused hand rubbing your ass. He took the bra off, letting your tits free, throwing the bra somewhere across the room, summoning a paddle from a secret trunk under his bed. "Now my little whore, I want you to count, and thank me with each one. Let's start with twenty, and we'll see how it goes." You whined in response, but did not object. Slap. "One, thank you sir." Slap. ⚔︎ Twenty-eight spanks later – Harry said you answered too late for some, and squealed a little too loud for the others, and you were on the verge of tears. Wiping the tears that had spilled away, Harry flipped you onto the bed, a dangerous smile on his face. "Very good baby. But don't think it's over yet. You still haven't answered for your actions. You know how I feel about Zabini. Now, I'll make you feel the same." Waving his hand yet again, ribbons, crimson ones of course, flew to bind your hands and legs to the posts of the 4-poster bed. A gag followed

a few moments later, covering your mouth. Leaving you for a second, Harry returned with an array of his favourite toys, making you whimper at the sight of them. He switched on his favourite one, a purple curved vibrator, and pressed it to your clothed clit, a moan ripping from your throat as he toyed with your nipple simultaneously. "Now, because you've been so bad, I don't think you deserve to cum until I've been inside you. Don't you agree darling?" Shaking your head vigorously, your body too sensitive for you to produce any noise, you pleaded with your eyes, but Harry only smirked. "Oh you do! Fantastic. Now, since my little slut is so enthusiastic, why don't we try something new?" Harry ripped the green thong right off of your body, making you groan slightly, narrowing your eyes at him as he smiled innocently back at you. His fingers traced your slit making you moan, gathering the moisture that you had produced on two of his fingers, before leaning forward to give your cunt a soft lick. His slickened hand slowly started to trace your asshole, pushing one finger in as he pushed his tongue into your hole, thrusting in and out of both holes with the same pace. "You like that? You good? Remember to click." The words caused vibrations to travel up your body, moaning into the gag, nodding. Harry's concern for you turning you on further, the knowledge that you could get out of the restraints at any second making you remember how much Harry cared for you. The aforementioned boy hastened the pace at your encouragement, adding a second finger into your asshole. Just as your moans started getting louder and your cunt began fluttering, Harry stopped, moving away from you and off the bed, making you shriek in protest of your lost orgasm. "I told you darling, not yet." With that, he picked up the vibrator he'd abandoned just now, as well as a set of anal beads that he'd newly acquired, and gently put them into you, leaning back and admiring his work. "Well, I'm going back to the party. See you in a bit!" Harry plucked his wand from his back pocket, casting disillusionment and muffliato charms over you, ignoring the screams of protest that came from behind the gag. "Oh by the way, the muffliato is only for the vibrator. Not for you. Don't be too loud! And don't forget. No cumming. Love you!" ⚔︎ Harry was back at the party, sipping his firewhiskey and not even slightly listening to what Dean was saying to him. All he could think about was Y/N. Naked. Tied up. Shaking. Moaning his name. The thought alone made him so hard he was certain you could see every vein of his dick through his pants. "Anyways, I'm going to go back to the dorm real quick. I promised Nott to get him a...Muggle treat. Be right back." Only after the slight slap on the bicep and the closing of the massive wood doors did Harry register what Dean had said. "Oh shit." ⚔︎ You couldn't help yourself as the vibrations kept thrumming through you, trying to keep yourself quiet had become almost useless as you knew that everyone in your grade was at the party, but the fear and adrenaline of being caught turned you on more and more. You and Harry had discussed doing something like this multiple times, but you'd never expected it to be tonight. Torn from your thoughts, you were forced to remember why this toy was Harry's favourite as the vibrations changed in intensity once in a while – Harry could control it with his wand, and Merlin was he doing it. It was like the boy had memorised the way you orgasmed, knew exactly how much it would take to get you to the edge, and then knew exactly how to get you off of it. Lost in your thoughts, you nearly missed the thundering of someone coming up the stairs, and you immediately shut your mouth. Struggling against the restraints you remembered the disillusionment charm, and bit on the gag, hoping whoever came in would go straight back out. "Now where's that bloody mag?" Dean had slipped into the room, tripping over his feet slightly, causing him to have to steady himself on the bed nearest to the door, the

bed you were currently tied to, which nearly made you squeal in fear and shock, suddenly thankful for the gag that had been making your jaw ache. "Merlin, who's–" "Ay mate." Harry walked into the room, a cup barely hanging from his hands as he nodded at Dean, casting a sly glance towards the bed he knew you were on. "Hey Harry. Why're you up here?" The small smile that appeared on Harry's face made you shudder as he subtly turned up the vibrations on his wand. That boy was going to be the death of you... "Nothing much. Kinda tired, and I came here to find something for y/n. I'll head back down in a bit." A hum came from Dean's shadow, who was stood at a bed that was far too close to yours for your liking, as a triumphant sound emerged from the boy. "Finally found the mag! Right, I'm headed back down, see you in a bit Potts." ⚔︎ As the disillusionment charm lifted, Harry was greeted by a very, very, red y/n, with every crevice of your body twitching. An intense moan ripped from your throat as you watched him approach you, caressing your body softly, feeling the callouses on his hands on your soft skin. "You've been so good for me baby. So good. Are you ready for your reward?" You nodded vigorously, tears spilling from your eyes as he switched off the vibrator, removing it from your hole. He began stripping, the slow pop of each button on his dress shirt revealing more and more of his quidditch toned body, making you cry out as the seeker pulled down his pants, allowing his cock out of the tight restraints of his jeans. He removed the gag, placing a soft kiss on your lips as whimpers and moans erupted. "Please. I need you inside me so bad. Want you so bad. Please sir." He attached his lips to your neck, smiling against it as he pumped himself softly, prepping himself to enter you. "Now I can't deny my pretty little slut what she wants, can I?" He sank into you, both of you moaning out simultaneously as he felt your wet warmth tighten around him, reaching behind you to pull the silver anal beads out. "Oh, Haz, please. I'm going – to cum already." Harry began thrusting in and out of you, loud moans rumbling against your collarbone as he kissed and sucked on it, leaving a dark hickey on the bone. "Fuck, yes, cum around my cock. Let me feel your tight little cunt cum baby." A scream ripped from your throat, your voice almost hoarse from the sound you'd just emitted, your entire body shuddering as you released the most intense orgasm of your life – having been kept on edge for almost two hours now. "Fuck, Harry!" As you came, Harry clicked his fingers as quickly as he thrusted into you, the binds falling away from your appendages. Basking in a post-orgasmic bliss for a brief moment, you were brought back into reality by Harry continuing his thrusts into you. "Oh, you're so tight. And this pretty little pussy is all mine." You wrapped your hands around his neck, pressing your lips close to Harry's, moaning against his lips as the thrusts hastened. His hand reached down to your clit, rubbing in vigorous circles, while yours gripped onto his shoulders, leaving nail marks – a reminder of tonight. "Tell me. Who do you belong to darling?" The answer was muffled through the cries that escaped your lips, but Harry gently hit your bum, letting out a harsh 'speak' as he thrust into you, eliciting a soft mewl from your lips as you gasped. "You, Harry, only you. No one else could make me feel as good as you do!" Content with the answer, Harry began kissing down your neck, before reaching your tits, sucking and kissing the two nipples, never stopping the furious attack on your clit. "Come on y/n. Cum for me again baby. Cum with me." His cock twitched inside of you, and the stimulus of everything came down upon you as you came for the second time, and Harry the first, releasing his seed into you, moaning into your breast as you scratched down Harry's back, no doubt leaving marks for everyone to see during tomorrow's practice. He pulled out of you slowly, watching as the aftermath of your time together spilled out of your hole, then placed tender kisses on your ankles and wrists. "You did so well for me darling. So, so well." You hummed, caught in a daze, uncertain of how to keep your head from spinning at the moment. "How are you baby? Give me a colour y/n." The colours were a measure of your well-being: green was good, orange was uncertain but alright, red, well red doubled as your safe word. But you'd never had to use it once with Harry. "Orange, because my head won't stop spinning and my body won't stop thrumming. But I'm fine Haz." He smiled worriedly down at you, his glasses fogged slightly from the sweat that dripped down his face. "I love you so much. Now let's get you cleaned up." ⚔︎ After Harry cleaned you up and about fifteen minutes lounging on, well, whoever's bed this was, you slipped on your dress, without any underwear on, because Harry had literally ripped your thong apart, and got ready to head back down to the party.

"You're so beautiful. I love you so much."

Harry pinched your ass through the dress, giving you a kiss as you two stood at the top of the stairs, meeting Ron who was on his way up.

"Hey mate. Going to bed?"

The ginger nodded, yawning slightly.

"Yeah, hard practice today. See you tomorrow mate. You too y/n. Looks like you had fun."

He wiggled his eyebrows at the hickeys that covered your neck and collarbones, causing you to blush as Harry pushed his friend towards the room.

"Alright alright. Get outta here. Good night!"

The ginger gave a reply, which then turned into a shriek.

"Harry! Why's there a bra on my bed! And a – AHHH. Wait, why's Seamus' bed a mess? He made it this morning! Harry! For fuck's sake! We made a promise not to EVER DO THIS!"

The sound of footsteps came towards the large oak doors, as Harry ushered you down the stairs, the two of you laughing.

"Run. Run. RUN!"

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! Just you wait!"

[dancingazaleas]

floch forster | look at you (smut)

yeah i’m a floch simp... i don’t want to talk about it..

anyways enjoy brat tamer!floch or whatever he is in this because i’m on brainrot

edit: i’m sorry if this is bad, when i finished most of it i just wanted it to be over

warnings/notes: smut, cursing, brat tamer!floch, fem!reader, edging, overstimulation, spanking, clit spanking, choking, degradation, praise(if u squint), rough sex, aftercare(cus i love floch), porn without plot, face smacking, squirting, dumbification and spit kink.

ever since you’d woken up that morning, you were in a bad mood. whenever floch would try to hold you while watching a movie, you’d shove his arms away and he would only get to hold you if you forced his arms around you. you had barely spoken to him and whenever he said ‘i love you’ you just hummed in acknowledgment.

so, he decided to take you out to a club, begrudgingly, and invited mikasa, sasha, jean, and niccolo to come along. he assumes connie is tagging along since thing one and thing two never separate.

whenever you hung out with sasha, mikasa, and connie, your spirits seemed to lift. while he was happy, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done something wrong. he tried not to thinking about it too much as he talked with jean and niccolo sparingly.

he decided he’d let it slide, considering you were upset all day. but whenever he saw you speaking to a random man with a flirty look on your face, he decided that enough was enough.

which led you to now, hands pinned down behind your back as floch pulled your dress up over your ass and panties down and off your body.

“i’ve been nice all fuckin’ day, even when you were being a little bitch,” he growls as you try to kick him away while snickering, “and you decide to repay me by acting like a little whore. you better count without complaining and you might just get to cum tonight.”

you stuck your tongue out and turned to face floch, kicking your feet back and forth.

“who says i’m gonna let you,” you taunt and yelp at floch’s hand tangling with your hair and shoving your face into the mattress.

“me. i say. unless it’s not to count, an apology, or the safe-word, you don’t fucking speak,” he lets the hand on your head up.

he waits to see if you respond, but the only one he gets is a pout accompanied by a sharp glare. he keeps eye contact as he gives a harsh slap to your rear.

it has your hips jerking towards floch’s thighs and a sweet yelp falling out of your mouth as you croak out the number ‘one’.

by the time he’s at ten, you’re already tearing up and whining for him to stop. your whines have him spanking you harder than before, telling you that it isn’t the safe-word.

he doesn’t stop his spanking until he’s at the number 17, admiring the pretty crimson starting to form on your asscheek in the shape of a hand print. he lets go of the hands being held behind your back, using it to gently rub over your cheeks.

“crawl up and lay on your back,” he’s gently patting your thigh.

you don’t move, focused on wiping away the tears pouring out of your eyes.

you shake your head, sitting up and facing him on his lap, “don’t wanna, it’ll hurt my ass.”

“you should’ve thought about that before you were a slut,” floch grabs your neck with his right hand and your left thigh with his left hand.

he makes it seem easy whenever he lifts you up and throws you onto the bed. you whine as you watch floch unbutton his black shirt, trying to ignore the slight pain on your ass. he shimmies off of his jeans while you shimmy off your scrunched up dress.

floch straddles your hips, hand grabbing ahold of your neck and putting a small amount of pressure on it. you grab onto his wrist and he hisses as your nails dig into his skin.

“you wanna apologize,” he raises an eyebrow at your smug face.

you open your mouth, trying to catch some of your breath before you speak.

“no,” you give a breathy laugh and flutter your eyes to try and get rid of the tears.

whenever floch removes his hand, it gives you a chance to breathe—even if it’s pointless. because before you know it, floch’s hand slaps at your cheek and it has your head turning to the side. he grabs your jaw with the same hand and jerks your face back to look at him again.

“you sure?”

“yeah,” you’re smirking and manage to spit at him.

he flinches when it hits his nose and the sight makes you snicker, especially whenever he struggles to wipe it away with the back of his hand. but when he does get rid of it, you feel yourself getting the shivers at the neutral expression on his usually sneering face. floch isn’t exactly known for being understanding.

he squeezes your jaw harder, “open your mouth, right now.”

reluctantly, you open your mouth and stick out your tongue, continuing to dig your nails into his wrist anxiously. he gathers his spit towards the inside of his lips and then spits into your mouth harshly. you whine at the feeling of it running down your tongue.

“close,” you keep your mouth open and tongue out.

“you want more,” he laughs, “you’re a dirty whore, wanting me to spit in your mouth like that.”

he spits in your mouth again, but this time it’s slower and—somehow—more seductive. you close your mouth and swallow, suddenly silent compared to before.

“you still don’t want to apologize”, he asks condescendingly and moves his hand away from your jaw.

you’re starting to feel yourself slipping in that small little headspace from all the harsh smacking and you know you won’t get what it is that you want if you keep up your bratty act. it’s going to be a miracle if he even gives you his cock.

“‘m sorry,” you mumble and try to rub your thighs together, which doesn’t go unnoticed.

“say it louder, don’t mumble your words.”

“i’m sorry floch.”

“you mean that?” lips starting to bite and suck at your neck.

“i do! i do,” you whine, now clawing at his biceps and shoulders when his lips trail down to your tits.

he’s groping at one tit and biting at the other, twisting your perky nipple between his nimble fingers. when he pulls away, he admires the teeth marks he’s made around your areola. and he reeks of arrogance when you whine even louder whenever he licks a stripe back over said marks. but then he leans up to give you a, surprisingly, sweet kiss on your lips that has you humming in satisfaction. you pout at him with a small huff as he pulls away. he scoffs and forces himself in between your rubbing thighs.

“look at you,” he’s laughing again as he holds open your bare folds with his fingers, “you’re soaking, you fuckin’ slut.”

you’re shaking your head at him while he lowers himself to your glistening pussy. as soon as he rubs his tongue across your clit, your fingers are grabbing at the sheets.

he slowly inserts a finger inside of you, opposite arm reaching across your hips to hold them down. your moans raise an octave when he adds a second finger with his first, curling his fingers swiftly.

“gonna... ‘m gonna cum,” you cry while your toes curl and arch your back.

and with that, floch pulls away from your pussy and laughs at your body flopping against the bed while you cry.

“you thought you were gonna get to come so easily? after flirting with some sleazy guy at the club? must’ve slapped you stupid earlier,” his hands rub at your thighs, watching your chest rise up and down.

before you can reply, he’s burying his face back in your pussy again; eating you out as if you were his last meal on death row. his fingers are inside of you again, thrusting in and out of you vigorously. your hips are bucking against the arm holding them down and your fingers are clawing at your sheets.

“pl—please,” you managed to moan out, “gonna cum!”

floch moves his fingers faster and you feel him smirk against your clit. your moans are getting higher and shorter as you start to tip over edge of euphoria. but before you can, floch’s pulling away and chuckling at how your legs start to shake and your whimpers. you moan out whenever floch smacks your clit with the tips of his fingers.

“you’re so dumb,” he scoffs, “you actually think you’re gonna get to cum after the way you’ve acted all day?”

you’re sobbing and whining at this point, now tugging at his hair. he slaps your hands away, going back to torturing your puffy clit with his tongue. you’re legs are trembling whenever he pulls away again.

“please... wanna.. come please,” your lip quivers when floch comes back up to your face.

“ ‘wan, wanna com,” floch mocks your face and voice.

it makes you sniffle and reach up to wrap your arms around his neck. he kisses you.

“god, look at you,” floch groans against your lips, “begging like an obedient whore just to come around my fingers. you’re stupid if you think i’m gonna let you come around anything that isn’t my cock.”

he coos condescendingly, “you want that, needy girl?”

you nod frantically and squeeze your eyes close, tears going to run down your cheeks. floch pulls away and takes off the grey boxer briefs he’s got on. the tip of his cock is an angry red and dripping with precum.

he pumps his cock twice with his right hand before gripping it at the shaft and aligning it at your entrance. he slowly pushes it into you, snorting at your needy moans. he throws his head back with a groan as he bottoms out, and grips at the back of your thighs and pushing the front of them to your torso.

“floch! floch!” you sound like a broken record as you keen his name.

“you gonna come? just from me shoving my cock in you,” he patronizes, “haven’t even moved yet, and you’re already about to cream on my cock.”

he pulls out halfway and quickly thrusts back in and he can’t help but laugh for the umpteenth time at you throwing your head back while you flutter around him. he lets you put your legs around his waist and reaches up to put his hand on your neck and the other one holding up his weight by your head.

you’re crying out his name again when he starts thrusting in and out of you and applies pressure to your windpipe. it, quite literally, leaves you breathless and letting out broken moans.

he squeezes a little tighter for a bit, “do not fucking come.”

you plead and grab at his wrist, trying to ignore how floch’s cock drags against the sweet spongy spot inside of you, how his tip prods at your cervix, and how his hand squeezes against your throat. it leads you towards your orgasm; lower body convulsing against the mattress while your eyes roll back and your mouth falls open in a silent scream.

floch scoffs and takes his hand off of your neck, stilling his hips.

he smacks you, barking at you, “i thought i told you not to come.”

“ ‘m sorry,” you babble, “felt too good..! ‘m sorry.”

he smacks your face again, “it only felt good for you. you’re gonna lay here and let me use you until i come, understand?”

you shake your head whenever he starts thrusting into you again, “sensitive!”

he doesn’t stop thrusting even when he slaps you across the face again, “you’re the one who came without permission, you deal with the consequences. it’s what you get for being a whore anyways.”

with that, you’re coming again within a matter of minutes, mind completely blanking out from all the edging and sudden overstimulation. your eyes glaze over just as floch puts his hand against your neck once again.

floch starts rubbing a thumb on your clit with his other hand, slowly starting to near his orgasm. it has you squirting on his cock with a high pitched moan. he groans and throws his head back at your pussy gripping him like a vise.

“coming inside,” he warns and you just nod and squeeze him absentmindedly.

he comes, groans falling from his lips when his thrusting slows down to grinding while he rides out his orgasm.

he takes a moment to catch his breath, finally pulling his half hard cock out of you. his cups your cheek, gently facing you towards his face.

“you okay? you with me,” he asks softly and rubs his thumb on your cheekbone.

you respond with incoherent mumbles and fluttering eyes. he places a kiss on your cheek and scurries off into your shared bathroom. you hear the water turn on and the opening and closing of different cabinets. floch’s walking towards you with a warm, wet rag in his hand. he wipes away the cum that’s starting to drip out of you and onto the bedsheets, and the temperature sends shivers running down your spine.

he throws the rag into your bathroom—that had its door open—and gently picks you up bridal style. he carries you into the bathroom and carefully puts you into the running water. the pressure on your burn as you whining, especially whenever he slips in behind you.

“you with me now,” he pecks and massages your shoulders.

you hum in response as he lathers soap up in his hands. he washes you silently and cautiously, not wanting to inflict anymore pain unto you.

whenever he’s done washing you, he helps you stand on your wobbly feet. he dries off your hair and for some reason it has you smiling stupidly while ogling him. he gives a little smile when he catches your staring, covering your face in sweet little kisses. you start giggling and pucker your lips in a request of a kiss.

he kisses you continuously, hands gently holding your cheeks after he wraps the towel around your shoulders.

“look at you,” he gives you a kiss and it makes you feel light on your feet, “my beautiful girl.”

[virtual-bunny]

Fanfic request

OK so let's say y/n was flirting with L at the task force hq and then as soon as light and y/n are alone he decides to punish her by spanking and degrading her also can you add titty fucking and a blowjob ;)

Jealous

Paring: Light x fem! reader

Warnings: Degrading, spanking, jealousy, bj, titty fucking, yeah

A/n: Hope you like! Not my best work but I did what I could lol

You had had enough. You spinned yourself on the three wheel chair as your so called boyfriend, Light ignored you once again. It was the third time this week that you’d go up to him, try to hug him and give him a kiss, but what would he do? Push you away.

You knew he was just trying to work, but it hurt seeing you and your boyfriend drift apart.

You stopped spinning, waiting for your head to stop spinning as well. You let your eye wander off into the building, looking for anything else to do. You saw L in his usual position in his chair, holding a plate with one hand and a fork with the other. You stared at the black haired man, ideas popping into your brain.

“No.” You told yourself and shook your head. The idea of trying to make Light jealous has been lingering around your mind for the past week, but you always dismissed it before the thought could continue. Jealous Light was something you didn’t want to mess with, it truly terrified you. 

But yet again, he’s been ignoring you, making you feel like the feelings between the both of you were fading. 

You thought for a moment, trying to gather your thoughts. Biting your nails, you looked around the room, eyes scanning for your stupid boyfriend. 

You found him sitting next to his dad, a little far from where L was sitting. You thought again, did you really wanna mess with him?

…

Fuck it. 

You stood up, fixing your posture, looking down at your blouse. Deciding to unbutton three buttons off your blouse, you walked towards L, who was very much enjoying his food.

“Hi L.” You greeted in a bit too high pitched voice with a smile. The dark haired man stopped his actions, mouth hanging open with a piece of cake hanging from his fork. 

“Oh hi Y/n.” He placed his plate down, and motioned for you to sit next to him. You smiled at him again, sitting down, opening your legs a bit. You noticed L’s eyes trailing off to your legs, but he snapped them right back up at your eyes when you started talking.

“Sooo, what is up with the Kira case so far?” You asked him, resting your elbow on the desk and your chin on your hand. You watched as L trailed his eyes to your chest, this time you didn’t say anything, instead you let him enjoy the view, and waited to ask again. 

“Uh well, so far we know he-he’s uh, using some kind of weapon that makes him kill anyone from anywhere.” You gasped at this, a clearly fake gasp but L wouldn’t know, he was way too lost in your chest to know.

“That’s horrible! But knowing you, you’ll catch him in no time.” L tensed as you grabbed his hand and played with his fingers, you didn’t look at him, but you did keep talking.

“You’re just.. so smart! I have faith in you, L.” The both of you looked at each other at the same time, L’s mouth hanging a little. “Th-thank you.” He told you. You let go of his hand, setting it on his desk and stood up, dropping one of his pencils as your hip bumped his desk.

“Oh, my bad!” You bent down to get it, knowing exactly the view you were giving him. You, very slowly, stood up and handed him the pencil smiling innocently. L was frozen, and you loved the effect you were giving him, but your heart belonged to only one man. Speaking of, you very slowly turned your head, and there he was.

Light was looking at you and L, that’s all you saw before quickly turning back to L and bending down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

~~~~~

“What were you two talking about?”

You spinned around in your wheel chair to face none other than your boyfriend, Light. You looked up at him with droopy eyes as he looked down at you, anger clearly in his eyes.

“I saw you talking to L, would you like to share what you were talking to him about?” He squatted down to your level, hands clasped together as he stared into your eyes. You gave him a small innocent smile and shrugged.

“Nothing much, why are you asking?” You asked him, heart starting to beat faster.

“Well, I’m asking because you were very very, close, super uptight next to him, perhaps you're withholding information that I should know about.” Light glared at you as you sat criss crossed on the chair.

“It was nothing important.” You answered back, and your heart skipped a beat at the way his nostrils flared.

“Well I can’t know that unless I know what you were talking to him about.” Light stopped your chair, as you started to spin in order to ignore him. You giggled at the sudden stop, looking up at Light as he held the chair.

“It was nothing important.” You repeated, making Light scoff.

“Don’t play dumb with me, I’m asking because it’s my duty to know whats going in and out of here.” Light slammed both of his hands on the desk, trapping you between him and the desk. You looked up at him, eyes burning into his.

“So?”

Light didn’t change his expression. What did change though was his grip on the desk. “If you have a problem with that, then you could gladly leave.” He responded, making a tricky grin spread across your face, a grin he fucking hated.

“Tell me what was happening!” He said louder.

“Why?”

“Because I want to know!” Light shook the desk behind you, making you raise an eyebrow.

“Are you jealous, Light?” You smirked. This took him aback as he stammered and took his hands off the desk.

“What?” He chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “You did not just say that. Jealous? Me? I’m jealous of what? The scrawny pale man who never gets sleep?” Light scoffed. The two of you stared at each other for a moment, before Light grabbed your chin and made you get up, pushing your back to the wall.

You gasped at the hit, closing your eyes but opening them quickly as you felt Light grip your hip.

“You should watch that mouth of yours, whores like you could easily be killed.” Light whispered into your ear, making you try your best to not give him a reaction. Light looked at you, eyeing your chest.

“All exposed like that? It’s as if you wanted to get fucked.” You gasped at the sudden rip on your shirt. Light made you take it off, throwing it to the ground. You held back a moan as he started to kiss your chest, then your neck.

“What are you doing?” You managed to get out, making Light stop his actions and look up at your face.

“Showing you to who you belong to, slutty girl.”

Light turned you around, making your hands hold onto the wall. You felt him move around behind you before a hard cold slap landed on your ass.

“Oh!” You gasped, closing your eyes at the sensation. There was a sting, it hurt, but it felt so good, it made you want more.

Light looked at your back as he massaged your cheek, another cold slap landing right after. It hurt. His hand was heavy and it hurt, a lot, but you wanted more. So much more.

Light noticed your tenseness, making him scoff. “You like that?” Before you could respond, another slap met your cheek, this one being harder than the rest. You arched your back and whined, nodding your head.

“Light.” You whined, no words escaping your mouth. He sighed, grabbing your waist and turned you around.

“Get down on your knees.” He ordered, and on God, you wish you could’ve done it faster.

You watched as Light unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to his ankles. You saw the outline of his hard on, making you swallow hard.

“You just wanted attention, didn’t you?” He grabbed a hold of your hair and yanked it backwards, making you look up at him. Your chest heaved as his grip in your hair tightened.

“You just wanted to get my attention, didn’t you?” He asked, almost tauntily. You nodded vigorously, making Light laugh.

“Such a desperate bitch.” He pulled down his boxers, his dick slapping on his stomach. “Show me how desperate you are.”

With shaky hands, you grabbed his dick, spitting on your other hand and coating it all over his memeber.

“Who would’ve thought that after all the times that I’ve punished you before, that you would know better when it comes to making me jealous.” Light groaned as he threw his head back, his grip on your hair never leaving.

You didn’t say anything back, too focused on jerking his dick off.

“You’re just so desperate to get fucked, you’d do anything.” Light pushed your hands aside and pulled you up by your hair, wrapping his hand on your delicate throat and squeezed.

“Tell me, dirty girl, what do you want from me?” He asked in a hushed voice. Your lips trembled, the submissiveness taking over you.

“I want to please you.” you squeaked. The smile on Light’s face made your pussy drool.

“Then please me baby.”

You swear you hurt your knees at how fast you got on your knees, but you didn’t care. You grabbed Light’s dick, pumping it a few times before shoving your mouth into him.

Light gasped at the sudden speed, a smile cracking in his mouth. He threw his head back and he held your head, trying to shove you deeper. You gagged around him, the vibrations making him inhale. You snaked your hand to your pussy, slowly rubbing your clit, making you hum in content.

With a pop, you let go of him, gasping for air as you jerked him off once again. Light moved a piece of your hair out of your face and bit his cheek, loving the way your eyes looked at him with need.

“Do it with your tits.” He ordered, making you stop your actions. You grabbed both of your boobs, centering Light’s dick between them and started moving them up and down. He groaned, the pleasure going through his body sending him over the edge.

“Faster.” He sighed, and you did, trying to hold the both of you together as you jerked him faster.

And before you knew it, he was cumming all over your chest and face. Light let out heavy breaths as he put one hand on the wall to keep himself up. You cleaned yourself up, getting back into your feet as Light stared at you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled. Light kissed your lips, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t make me jealous again, you can wait till I’m done with work.” You nodded, putting your shirt back on as Light pulled his boxers and pants up, buckling his belt.

And as if on cue, L and Mr. Yagami came through the doors, holding packets of paper. A creep of blush tried to escape to your face, but you shook your head and followed Light behind, grabbing onto his sleeve.

[the-cult-of-russo]

No Going Back

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader 

Request : good morning. i wanna request number 8.  “Maybe you should just leave now.” angst/fighting dialogue. to be correct it is for billy russo right?

A/N: yes it's my Billy boy :') he a lil soft in this though but also an asshole lmaooo not gonna lie, this one had me swept up in the emotion. It hit quite close to home and now I'm sad :') 

Warnings: cursing, angst, sadness and heartbreak. Billy fucked up big time lol

Your hands were shaking as you slammed the door to your apartment. Tears stained your cheeks and you kicked your heels off before storming to your bedroom, grabbing a duffel bag and starting to pack his things that he'd left around. Heartbroken didn't even cover it. 

You knew this would happen, it's why you fought against it for so long. But you were stupid and ended falling for his bullshit and now you were a mess. 

You and Billy had been together officially for 7 months. You'd met a year ago at a bar and hit it off, but when he tried to take you home you'd denied him. That apparently piqued his interest even more. He'd always be at the bar every Friday when you went and it was always easy to just be yourself around him. You didn't take him up on his offer and he would offer every time. He never made it a secret that he wanted you. 

But as the months drew on, you both got to know each other more and it became a sort of friendship. You had to admit you felt something when you looked forward to seeing him. He'd asked you once why you were so against it and you'd been pretty blunt with him. You knew of his reputation and you weren't into it. You didn't do one night stands or casual sex. You wanted a relationship, someone to settle down with. You wanted something real. You told him you didn't think he was capable of that and he'd break your heart. 

Five months into knowing each other and he'd switched from just wanting to fuck you to wanting to actually date you and you'd still put up a fight. But as your feelings for him grew, he wore you down. The moment you agreed to that date, which he'd been over the moon about, everything changed. 

It had been so easy to be with him. He treated you like a queen, was more affectionate than you'd have thought, and you enjoyed each other's company. He was busy with Anvil a lot so you didn't see him every day but he'd call if he couldn't see you or send you sweet texts. He swore to you up and down that he'd never hurt you, never do what you'd thought he would do when you turned him down all those times. 

You'd see the looks women gave him when you went out together or were at an event as his date and sometimes you'd feel insecure. But he only had eyes for you it seemed and it reassured you. It lulled you into a false sense of security that he'd actually changed. That he actually cared about you. 

But you were wrong. So very fucking wrong and now you were paying for it. You'd been having dinner with a friend you hadn't seen in a while when it happened. Your eyes finding Billy across the restaurant. He was sat with a pretty blonde, very up close and intimate as they whispered god knows what to each other. You'd felt your heart crack but tried to deny it. It was just flirting, nothing more. But then… he'd leaned in and kissed her. 

You'd shot out of your seat so fast the chair fell over and ran out of the place like someone had lit a fire up your ass. And you knew he'd seen you because you heard him shouting your name as you jumped into a cab and left. 

You hated yourself for being surprised at what he'd done. You'd told him this was exactly how it would go but he'd swore to you. And you allowed yourself to buy into his bullshit because you loved him. 

Most of his things packed, you padded over to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine, pouring a large glass. You swigged it in one and felt the warmth bloom in your chest. It did little to ease the hopeless sorrow that consumed you though. 

There was a rough knock at your door and you heard Billy call your name loudly. You tensed, heart breaking all over again as the tears seemed to be never ending. You didn't want to talk to him, to even look at him. But this was it. You couldn't stay with him, not now. You'd never be able to trust him again. You knew you had to tell him it was done so you could lick your wounds and heal from the pain. 

"Y/N, please… open the door," Billy begged from the other side. You walked over, unlocking it but not opening it as you stormed back off to your bedroom. You knew he'd let himself in. You heard his heavy footsteps entering as you shoved another of his shirts in the bag, one you liked to sleep with.

"Can we talk?" He asked hesitantly. 

"No," you bit out, eyes snapping to him. His face fell when he saw you crying and he took a tentative step into the room.

"Please, Y/N, let me explain," he frowned. You laughed but it held no joy. Only a deep rooted pain that was latched onto your soul. 

"Explain? Really? What, you gonna say you tripped and your mouth landed on hers?! I saw it with my own eyes, Billy! You don't need to explain anything!" You roared, pure pain lacing your words.

He clenched his jaw as he shook his head, eyes glassy as he stared at you. 

"I'm-I'm sorry," he started softly,  reaching out to grab your arm but you smacked it away harshly. He looked like a kicked puppy and you hated it. He didn't get to be upset about this. 

"How long have you been fucking her then?" You asked snidely as you grabbed the duffel bag, holding it in a death grip. 

"I haven't fucked her," he muttered quietly. You snorted deprecatingly and he bit down on his lower lip.

"Yet?" You asked knowingly. His guilty glance to the floor told you everything you needed to know. 

"How long, Billy? How long have you been cheating on me?" You asked, your voice wavered but your gaze had nothing but fire in it and he shifted where he stood. He couldn't look at you. 

"A month. It was always one night, I never went back to someone," he frowned. Pain clawed its way through your chest and you threw the bag at him hard. He caught it but stumbled a little and he looked at you forlornly. 

"Well, I guess that makes it better then, right?" You asked coldly and he flinched. 

You stormed past him back to the kitchen area and he followed quickly. 

"Please listen to me, Y/N. I need to make this right," he pleaded desperately. You whirled around to face him, face flushed and tear stained and you felt like you wanted to scream. 

"Why? Why did you just decide after 6 months together to do this to me? You promised me, Billy! I knew this would happen but you fought for this! For us! Why?! Just so you could break my heart?!" You bellowed, a mix of anger and utter despair in your tone. 

His lower lip quivered and he bit down on it, staring at the floor.

"I never wanted to hurt you. I swear, I didn't. I just…" his voice cracked as his teary eyes landed on you. 

"Maybe you should just leave now," you uttered. Your whole body was trembling and you felt sick. You couldn't stand to look at him. He stepped closer to you, dropping the bag on the floor but you took a step back. It would be far too easy to fall for his bullshit again and if he touched you, you didn't think you'd be able to get him to leave. 

It felt like pure pain ripped through your chest, the weight of the world crashing down around you. You slumped onto a dining chair as a raw sob clawed its way out. Billy was kneeling in front of you in seconds, his own cheeks now damp as he cupped your cheeks. You moved your head from his grip and shook your head. 

"I loved you, you know that?" You whispered brokenly though your tears. You'd never outright said it, mostly in fear of his reaction. But it had all gone to shit anyway. His lip trembled again, scrunching his nose up a little as he shook his head. He looked utterly devastated and it made you angry so you continued.

"I loved you with everything I had. I trusted you with my life. I ripped out my own beating heart and willingly gave it to you because you swore to me you wouldn't do this. You just took it and stomped all over it. How could you do this to me?" Your last words were strained as the tears flowed freely.

"Please let me fix this," he begged helplessly. He was crying openly now, not trying to hide it as he gazed at you from the floor. 

"You can't fix it. I'll never be able to trust you again. It's not just the sex, Billy! You've been lying to me for a month. All those business meetings or times you were away? And you just… you'd come back to me with a smile and tell me sweet words. Looked me in the fucking eye and not feel guilty," you choked out. He shook his head vigorously, hands clasping yours so tight you couldn't pull them away.

"You've got no idea how guilty I felt. It's been eatin' me up from the inside out," he lamented.

"Why would you…? What was it? You just got bored of me? Decided you didn't want me anymore? You should have just ended this because it would hurt less than this," you wept pitifully. He shook his head, clutching your hands tighter.

"Don't… Don't say that, I do want you. I know I don't deserve you, I know I'm an asshole. And… and maybe I shoulda left it alone when you told me this would happen, but I was selfish and I-I couldn't. You were never like the others. I knew that from the moment we met. But then… then things were gettin' serious and I just… I freaked out and went back to my default 'cause I didn't know how to…'' he cried, screwing his face up as he hung his head. 

You sobbed as you stood, his hands falling away and you moved to lean against the table as he stood. 

"It would be bad enough if I'd just got with you in the first place and you did this. But I wanted to avoid this. I tried so hard but you kept on at it. And it hurts so much more because you promised me you wouldn't do this and I believed you. I thought you'd changed, that you…" you ran a hand through your hair, tugging on it as the tears wouldn't stop.

He stepped to you, grasping your face in both hands and you couldn't bring yourself to fight it despite the pain it brought you. His endless eyes were all consuming, his cheeks wet from his own tears.

"Please… please, Y/N, don't do this. Let me make it right," he begged tearfully. 

"Without trust, we have nothing. Everytime you're on your phone I'd wonder if you were talking to another woman. When you're out I'd be paranoid about who you were with. I can't live like that, Billy. I can't live my life in… in an anxious, jealous haze. That's not a relationship," you whispered. 

He made a pained noise and it squeezed your heart so hard you thought it might implode. 

"I was never good enough for you. I knew that. But I wanted… I wanted to try and be-be a good man… for you. And I fucked up so bad and I just…" his words trailed off into a hopeless sob and you squeezed your eyes shut. You wished there was a way to fix this but there wasn't. You wouldn't be in one of those relationships without trust. Checking your partner's phone and always checking in. It would break you.

"You need to leave, Billy," your words were a mere breath and his hands on your face tightened for a moment before they fell to his sides. He looked completely broken and you were sure you looked the same. He opened his mouth before promptly closing it, his jaw ticking as he moved away and pushed the heels of his palms to his eyes. 

You wrapped your arms around yourself like it would protect you from the pain and glared at the floor. You could still feel his gaze burning into you. You glanced at him as he grabbed the bag and slung it over his shoulder. You had to fight the urge to grab onto him as he walked to your door. You felt like you were dying. 

He grabbed the handle but stopped, not looking at you as his body tensed.

"I want you to know… I love you too," his pained words felt like a punch to the gut and you covered your mouth with a hand but it did little to stop the noise that left your lips. He looked over his shoulder at you, still holding the door handle.

"I know that… right now you probably don't believe me, but I do. And I'm sorry. I-I never wanted you to get hurt. You deserve so much better," he muttered despondently. With that, he opened the door and slipped out of your apartment. Of your life. 

You fell to the floor as heaving sobs left your chest. It would have been easier if he came here being an asshole. Cold and emotionless like you knew he could be at times. But seeing him, his emotions so raw and on display, it cut you deeper than any knife could. And you believed him. You knew him well enough to believe that he fell in love with you and freaked out. You knew it would happen which is why you'd turned him down at the start. You believed he never wanted to hurt you. And you wished you could forgive him. You saw how much it hurt him too but you couldn't. You couldn't get over the betrayal and you didn't think you ever could. 

He'd sabotaged what you both had because of his inability to deal with what he felt and the bitter knowledge that if he'd just accepted it, how different your future would be with him, it left a sour taste in your mouth. Billy had opened up to you a lot in your time together about his past and you knew how much it had messed him up. You knew it left him struggling with emotions and relationships and you felt for him. For the lost boy who'd never felt love and didn't know how to cope with it. But nothing could erase the heartbreak. The hurt that he'd given you. Because even if you'd one day be able to forgive him, you'd never be able to forget.

[muffindaddystyles]

KISMETS (Part 3)

Harry Styles x Preggs Fem!Reader.

Frenmies to lovers to parents, Dadthon!!H

Oral Smut, dirty talk and teasing.

Angst! Angst and fluff!! N' tooth rotting fluff.

Dadrry, bestie!h, boyfriend!h

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST PART 1 PART 2 LETS TALK/ ASK

The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be to able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

Or

Harry and Y/N are back being to besties and enjoying being pregnant together.

Warning: Mentions of blood, pregnancy trauma and natural childbirth hurdles.

//

Eyes gives it all. Even the hidden treasures get's looted from the mere mistake of someone's gaze just like right now when he's pretending to be confused as ever, "what? Called her myself . . ." He frowns and she sniffs frozen in her position feeling exposed from the vulnerability of being naked infront of him; tries to cover herself criss-crossing her arms over her chest.

"Why'd you d'that?" She hiccups wiping her blushed nose and his pupils bursts wide into realization. Immediately, cradles her face tenderly stroking the apple of her cheeks shaking his head vigorously, "Oh -— no. no. no baby told her to come over to take her leftover stuff if not I better give it to charity."

"O . . okay." She sucks in a breather. Without a word he removes hers arms away in a gesture that you never need to hide from me. Kisses her shoulder blade stroking her wrists and her pulse in circles.

"Don't cry, lil penguin. Why're ye' cryin'?" He asks in his most gentle voice feathering her cheek with the back of his hand, "'m . . . 'm scared." She tries to recoup her cries holding her breath causing her cheeks to puff like a fish.

"Let's get you cleaned warm and nice. Then we'll talk yeah lovie?" He slides her elbows behind his neck holding her strongly to walk them to his bedroom. Gives her a bath full of vanilla bubbles, essential oils, scrubbed her back and would trail kisses up her belly from under water making her giggle and weave her fingers into his own wet curls.

Him loving all three of them's the most adorable thing.

Got her ready for mid-nap with his sweater and boxers putting fur pads atop her ears, aloe fused socks on her feet and turning the heat a bit to sleepy temperature. Tucks a quilt under their chins and snuggles her closer to himself letting herself calm to his heartbeats before she speaks her heart out to him, "wanna talk? What you're scared of babe tell me all of it. Knows that I'll handle." He slips further into bed bringing her thigh around his torso and her head atop his buff chest.

She exhales loudly trying to subside the emotional feeling of crying along with each word that comes out of her mouth. Her bad habbit of grounding everything to the pit of her stomach until it blasts into a massive destruction always gets her into worst scenarios.

"'M worried about alot of things –- actually." She peeks up at him and he's already looking down at her genuinely with relaxed self to let her know that nothing has changes and he's still her bestfriend who'd wait for her till she manages to speak, "about what?" He encourages her petting down her hair.

"Everything like 'like future . . 'n — me being a good mum after all of that 'm uni too. . . the semester would start right after the month of my delivery." She furls her toes to keep her anxiety at bay level cocooning her womb cause she feels the safest with the assurement of her babies being with her, "about my career and what about me dreams? What if I'll never get to chase 'em?" He listens to her diligently boring his gaze to the way her lips mold with each word. Sighs gently rubbing her arms up and down salutating his palm around the side of her neck to tip her face towards him. His lips lingers at her temple murmuring against it, "Together we're gonna do this."

"You're gonna be the kindest and bestest mommy ever Y/N. I belive in ye' and about your dreams. I'll take care that nothing comes in the way to stop ya . . You'll attend UNI same as before 'cause 'm takin' a break to be with our babies till your done with your degree." He declares to her seriously and honestly running his hand all over her spine to assure her in every way possible, locking his ankles with her under the sheets.

"'M a big boy now! A daddy to two babies don't underestimate me miss gremlin!" He grins impishly smushing his cheeks into her side wide spreading his palm atop her tummy warmly with bare fingers, "'kay gotcha!" She giggles cuddling into him with droopy eyes inhaling the same scent she's lathered in from the sweet spot of his neck.

//

She wakes up in the evening satisfied and happy with the nap marks, sweaty baby hairs, a bit of drool at the corner of her mouth and Harry already awake but still spooning her. He's her pregnancy pillow.

Covers her mouth with his pinky and ring finger when she yawns cutely stretching beneath him slowly blinking. Proper stops with his intense loving gaze still on her and blushes hard when he pecks her dry lips after sleep. Her chest heaves with his kisses and snogs trailing down between the valley of her breasts making her card her fingers through his chocolate curls. Whimpers ever hoarsely raising her hips in air for some friction and to levitate the throb in between her legs asking for him to release the ache away.

He takes the hint scooching closer to her side nudging her knees wide stroking the flesh of her thighs with tickling pinches. She whines fisting sheets with yearning arch of her back, "insatiable lil thing aren't ya?" He gives a toothy grin wetting his lips making her pause in her heave of getting his fingers instead flickering her vision over his candy plush lips.

"Kiss me?" She whispers and how couldn't he when she's looking this soft, warm and full of blush from the nap. He was litreally nutters for not ever pondering over the thought how alluring and attractiveness her satiny features hold, "'course darlin'." He tips her chin towards himself letting her sweet cushiony lips fuse against his's into an ardent kiss shooting her libidos 100 times higher than before making her moan pathetically into his mouth.

Her forearms winding around his shoulders instinctively and exhales through her nose not pulling away from the kiss and squeaks lowly when he bites her lower lip pulling away, "'ve got asthma y'mad mad woman." He gapes down at her dramatically fiddling with the bow of her panties. They skim down to her mound feeling the slickness that has spread all around and the rough trim of hair, "and I've got an extravagant sex drive!" It whisks into a breathy gasp of dense air when he slid his digits in between her slick folds flickering her swollen clitoris and repeating till she's panting for more.

"Sad innit? 'S me fault. I should be the one to help my girl out." He mutters trailing sweet kisses down her swollen belly to her pelvis snapping the elastic with his teeth causing her to jolt under his firm hold. She's too floaty else the statement of him claiming her would have swiped her away into a paradise of never ending imaginations.

"Mhmp. What did ya had fo' lunch lovie'?" He licks her juices off from the inside of her thighs sending intense quivers to her core. His palms smoothes under her thighs to hike them up and over his shoulders nipping at her skin when all she did was responded with a gasp, "d- dunno forgot . ." He perks his brows to his forehead commenting playfully while dipping down to tickle her with his curls.

"Pregnancy made ye' loose your braincells, moppet?" She raises her hand to smack him at head instead tugs his hair when for finally he flattens his tongue thickly against her wet cunt to give a good mind boggling lick sucking her clitoris in the way, "asshole. . ." She moans squirming like leaf under him but he quites her by taking her sensitive nub between his teeth to give a little graze and pull. It makes her pussy lips flutter and her hole leak with so much wetness it sticks to Harry's chin.

"H – ha . . rry. Harry." She tries to grind her hips against his mouth but he tuts brushing his pads around her dripping hole to tease her, "yes baby?" Groans of annoyance fills the room and she shoves her face into the pillow bitting down the snarky insults thrown at the curly head.

"Not gonna give ye' me fingers till you ask fo' it." He smooches wet filthy kisses letting her stickiness coat his lips stirring a ball of fire in her pit, "shut up." She whines nudging him with her knee telling him to do something to relax her.

"Make me." He smirks tilting his head to suck her petal fold creating dirty seductive noises on purpose. She huffs taking the matters into her hands pulling him up towards her by a hard grip onto his hair, "ouch ouch!!" He quips shutting his eyes tight.

"Harry Styles you make me cum or I'm never letting you fuck me ever." She glares him and he gives out a defeated sigh naughtiness still lurking in his moss of irises, "bossy – kay! Sorry! Was kiddin' babe. 'M all here to please ye'." She nods her head curtly shoving him back down and he giggles at her when in an instant from an angry lil penguin she melted into a mush of gooe when Harry thrusted two fingers at once inside her curving them once they were buried snug deep.

"Yes. Yes. Yes." She gasps moving her hips along him that he stayed in his place eating her out while his fingers pushed in and out of her tight pussy with squelching noises, "fuckin' tight urghh." He grits rubbing her clit into harsh circles with his other hand, mouth on her cunt and fingers fucking her continuously.

"Want more?" He asks and she bobs her head not even processing what he said almost loosing the idea of her presence feeling too much ecastasy and over the clouds, "here take as much as ye' want baby." He slips another third finger admiring the way her pussy stretches swallowing his fingers, "'m gonna lick your little wet cunt off then clean it with me filthy tongue to make a mess of ye' all over again filling you full with me cock. Sounds good baby?" He knows she's the shy lil bean and his sweet enthusiastic words of vulgarism heats her up enough.

"Gonna come. Harry --" She tips her head down and back in air eyes rolling into her sockets. Harry rubs her outer thighs soothing her thrashing body, "shhh baby relax. You can cum on me fingers." She obliges him softening in his arms and her pussy makes soppy noises gushing with each wave of pleasure throbbing around his digits while he works her out to make her feel as giddy as he could, "That's it baby girl. That's it cum fo' me again?" He prods at the sponge of bump inside her seething through her twitching walls making it impossible for him to pull out and tent his cock against the bed leaving a spot of how turned on he's at the moment.

But, his first-most priority is her. It always was her maybe more than Chessie

"Happy my lil lioness?" He comes back on top of her arms digged on either side of her temple and she tries to squint from one eye pulling him to herself planting a rewarding kiss at his cheek, "how 'bout a pizza from Tommy's place?" He lays ontop of her (like half ontop of her and half on his side; just to share her warmth).

"Can I have an extra topping of olives, pretttyy pleaseee?" She makes a weird funny face to convince him, "but you're allergic to 'em." He frowns sitting up thumb hovering over the contacts popping on the screen. He has everything memorized she's allergic to; it's not much peanuts, olives and clay dough ( she claims that she ate it once when she was possibly 5 and it swelled her flesh up ) not that she's gonna nip at it now but Harry couldn't trust her cravings at all.

"But 'm craving them sooo baddd." She clutches the hem of his tattered shirt pouting but he retorts with the shake of his head intervining their fingers together to kiss her knuckles, "Nope moppet. We don't need another hospital visit at fou' in the morning like last time, do we?" She remembers it. A very angry Chessie at his doorsteps while he helped her walk inside this home post hospital visit.

"I hate this." She huffs folding her arms against her chest, "I know. How about we delay getting y'sick once babies are out?"

"You kidding?" Her mouth slacks turning into a widespread grin at last, "absolutely not. Pizza without olives yeah?" He smacks a kiss against her open mouth loudly before his phones rings at the pizza place.

//

Harry's the busy bee. From grocery shopping to making the list of all the organic food he needs to line up his pantry with, he took everything's responsibility on himself. Cause mama has a huge duty for wrapping two babies in her womb safe and heated. Even when she tries to bend down to put a plate in dishwasher he skates near her supporting her back and scolding her, "all you've t'do is eat and nap. Dunno fucks count 'cause we fuck alot — chill sweet baby. 'switch onto telly 'm bringing banana milk and cookies." She pouts because she doesn't want to be a burden on him. She wants to suspect any tiredness from his features — the way he's been on his trippy toes for her from eight and half months but how much she tries she couldn't instead he looks way more giggly and joyful than before with never ending dad jokes and teasing bum pats.

They indeed fuck alot. Harry loves that she's always sleepy and clingy — he thinks he's truly, deeply and madly in love with his lil penguin but they're in the middle of train's track whose destination is atlast confession of love but he wants to wait. He can't wait though. He's always been impatient and light from stomach can't sleep at night without sharing a word of his swimming thought with anyone. He shared it with Nialler, it was at three in the morning after Y/N sucked his cock dry with so much admiration for his prick he was bout to cry and blurt out but he didn't. Cuddled with her and oreo practically on his face then ringed his lad startling him up, "why did ya wake me up fo' something we all already know Harold? Do I've to teach ya lessons cause now that would be a shame to your kiddos." He grunted dropping the call leaving Harry baffled and alone to his thoughts again.

"Sweet angel . . " He cooes jarring the door to his room with his foot. She has moved in to his house, from guest room to his room and his heart. Told him she didn't like sleeping alone and gets the most amazing slumber squished up against his chest in his arms. He was ardent that she completes him. He's right. She does. Always had but this time it's till they're getting old and wrinkly.

Lilac walls glow from the telly's illumination and the flicker of light from their open wardrobe. His ears perks at a repulsive groan and his brows dips to tune into the situation, "what are ye' doin', pet?" He asks confused at the sight of Y/N in a funny position with a razor in her hand standing in the middle of their wardrobe trying to duck and see through her huge bump.

"'M tryin' to shave me legs — seems impossible though." She throws her head back to convey her annoyance and Harry chuckles placing the banana milk and the plate of dark chocolate cookies atop the drawer island taking her wrist which's holding onto the razor, "you don't 'ave to it's just a maternity shoot –- no biggie, moppet." She huffs. Their faces at level and intimately close to have a good stare in eachother's eyes.

"No biggie!? it's the first time I'll get to have someone take me pictures, all, personally fo' me." Her smile pouty as she tries not to break her disgruntled facade down.

"How 'bout the times, I was a victim of ye'r endless pictures taking sessions?" He squints down at her. Hands out of instinct fumbling by her sides to feel her warmth on his skin, "you were sooo shittt at that job."

"Kay, kay then, lemme just –- hand this razor, I'll shave ye'r legs pretty girl." Happily she shoves it in his grip while he knees down hiking her leg ontop of his knee. His pink tongue popping out in concentration. She trusts him in this because last time he was the one to shave herdown there. Taking a sip of her banana milk she taps the straw against his lips speaking, "a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." With his eyes on her ankle and his pretty hands which could make her come infinite times right now working so diligently, He gives her a high five taking a sip himself.

She breaks a cookie forwarding it to Harry and he looks up — so being all dramatic she acts shy and blushy turning her gaze away in a swift, "what baby?" He laughs putting her other foot on his knee his grip tight around her ankle.

"Don't stare at me calves like that you creep." He wipes away the crumbs from his lips giggling and making her giggle, "I've literally shaved your cooch days before." She jabs her big-toe against his nipple getting a high pitched squeak from a grown ass man in return.

"I hate you!" She says through the spurt of chuckles and his response in return turned both of them silent, "I know ye' love me." Their cheeks blazed. Eyes twinkling. Hearts doing lil dance dance but nobody from them tries to break the comforting silence knowing they'd word vomit the instant they'd.

They say "I love you." And "love you." in their normal routines without making it a mess of shyness. But the butterflies at that specific moment when the epiphany dawns on the pair that they really are in love with eachother makes their tummies float in void with butterflies.

"All done!" He announces enthusiastically kissing her knee like she's a princess in distress and the words burns at the plush of her lips, "love you."

"You too, lil penguin." He smiles boyishly.

"Oh fuck, I forgot we're gonna have shoot in our pyjamas." She yells in a low hum and he rolls his eyes slapping her ass, "rotten you're."

"Oopsies."

//

A maternity shoot in their back garden along oreo never seemed this fun when they were gushing about it days prior. Nialler gifted them cute baby pink coloured matching pyjamas with yellow peaches pattern, mommy and daddy embroidered on them. They even matched some fluffy kitten hats too!! A pair of yellow and pink with kitten ears with goggly eyes, big cheshire that of Oreo.

Their close friend Onna was all up for the shoot and nothing's more adorable than Harry's soft hands around Y/N's belly in a protective way, while they sat on the fluffy growing grass and cotton flowers. Her back resting against his taught chest, his legs wrapped on either side of her and oreo almost stretching atop her bump quenching loud belly ache laughs from them.

"Two pictures 'n 'm already tiredd, pff." She gasps shuffling a little to activate her sore bum and Harry pecks her shoulder cutely, "some more 'cause you'll grump later." Onna captures each every second of their tooth rotting interaction.

"Oi. I'll not!!" To avoid a banter Harry taps her chin pointing towards the camera speaking, "last one doll, one to show that we really are pregnant." Onna's laughing at their techniques. Shaking her head with each shot of overloaded sweetness she traps in her camera.

"I. Am. Indeed. Pregnant. Pet." She looks down with wide eyes rubbing her prodding tummy in circles, the top button litreally about to pop and Harry's face adorns with a naughty grin showing his bunny teeth, "Me too!!" He squeals rubbing his moth covered belly the same way she's doing and it sent both girls into fits of laughters.

"Sillllyyyyy." She sing-songs throwing an arm around the nape of his neck to bring him closer and smooch a loving kiss to his cheek, "you're gonna be the best dad." She whispers eyes closing into the diameter of his scent and he rests his lips against her forehead. Onna having a smile of adoration for her friends while she did her job, laying down to capture this one beautifully.

"Yeah?" His voice just audible to them. "Uhmm." She nods fiddling with the collar of his pyjamas and their bubbles pops when oreo tugs at Y/N's top revealing her graceful babies bump.

"You batty creature!!" She tries to grab oreo to smoosh her in her arms but oreo gallops miles away before it could happen.

//

The whole last night Y/N couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning with whines of complaints to a snoring Harry on her side. When Harry woke up she was already staring him like an owl scaring the poor thing, cause it wasn't a loving one. It was a proper creeping stare with baggy eyes and pouty lips, "can we have 'em out already?" She snuggles into his throat and he massages her head.

"In a week." He grogs out stroking his cheek against her's, "Have ya taken out all the required papers?" He asks her and she nods with a yawn. Today's the enrollment day for Y/N's next semester -- Harry will go to her UNI to talk to the administration instead of her.

"I'll be back in no time, till then try havin' a good rest, want some donughts from that one shop near ye'r UNI?" He thumbs at her baby locks. She shakes her head murmuring into his flimsy sweat shirt, "not feeling like it." Dunno what happened. She was alright after for finally her sickness went away but today she feels like shit because of her Braxton hicks climbing to painful peak.

Kissing her head last time he untangles himself to get ready and she watches him buttoning up his cuffs with his curl dangling over his eyes, he's looking handsome and a bit too out of her league with the crisp white shirt and chequered trousers.

He squats down pecking her lips. Her nostrils filling with cinnamon ocean-y smell soothing the tick of her nerves. Her body reacting to even the air pricking at her skin, "don't miss me too much, lil penguin." He gives her an eskimo kiss knowing she's feeling down and tired today the way she has her face squished into pillow and isn't trying even to cup his cheeks like she does everytime he leaves for something.

He puts her phone on the nightstand tugging her under the sheets, switching off the lamp and slowly exists the room not to disturb her. She doesn't know when he leaves but the pin-drop silence tells it all and she's half conscious half awake with fluttering eyelids.

She turns on her back with a groan to get rid of the dull ache in her pelvis and outer thighs — but then she feels something . . . . something wet between down there and it makes her snap open her eyes blinking blankly at the ceiling. Tries not to think of bad scenarios but it's otherwise.

"Holy cow of jesus." She fists the pillow under her sitting up with much difficulty and to her worst horrors the sheets are sploched badly. She stands up with her spine almost bending in two — staying calm and positive even when a heavy gush of water trickles down her legs soaking the rug. It has nothing attractive in it as they show in movies but rather feels like a dam leaking and a litreal adult peeing in their gowns.

She snatches the phone from nightstand putting a firm arm beneath her belly walking out of room, her maternity floral white gown clinging to her skin. A tinge of shock weaved through her bones but that didn't made her loose her balance. She wants to throw the phone against the wall when the line always beeps busy, "already missin — " his honey of voice bringing tears in her eyes.

"Get your ass back home!! Right fuckin' now!" She yells into speaker trudging forward with carefull steps. He pushes onto breaks hard, panicking into his seat, "What happened!?" He's quick in turning gears speeding back home. Her lips wobbles blue from pain and the unbearable throb between her thighs. Words struck in her throat as she tries to speak gripping the globe of stair railing leaning against it when a hard contraction striked against her spine.

"'M going into labour — " Harry's heart falls into his arse. His vision blurring from the intensity of the moment and he's thanking Gods for being five minute drive away from home. How many times they prepared for this time it all went in vain and now Harry's beating himself for leaving her side at all, "'m comin' home, it's okay baby, it's okay breath." His lips stammers from an invisible fear and fingers twitches around the wheel.

Wanted to shout at him "breath, my ass." Instead She gasps loudly in fright when she feels her cervix dilating to the maximum point and it did the last fireworks for her tears, "no, no, noo!!"

"'M giving birth!!" She shouts kissing her teeth together to keep the pain at the bay hooking a thumb into her panties, scrunching her dress up to press them under her armpits and squatting down with the heels of her palms pressed with so much strength over the last stair case, "what? oh my — 'm calling our midwife." She can feel a head trying to force it's way out from her vagina and it rakes out a sob from her chest.

"Please be gentle with mommy, 'm coming." Harry says and it comes out as a weak whisper while he drives sitting on the edge of the seat and Y/N's ears are ringing with white noise to even pay attention to what he's saying. Her gown drenching with sweat and she screamed at the top of her lungs pushing with her all might scaring a sleepy oreo in her bassinet, "Shit." He mutters tugging his curls back immediately calling their midwife. He wishes his babies could atleast wait for him to be there with their momma.

"Miss. Dori !! Y/N has gone into labour, 'm out, dunno —---" There's loud urgent shuffling on her side that of picking stuff and closing metal boxes as she assures Harry with firmness, "I'll be there in just 10 minutes, till then reach there as quick as possible. She needs you Mr. Styles." It collects sweat at the dip of his spine sky rocketing his anxiety. His breath elevating at the sight of his society's gate and if it was possible he'd have flown to her.

Parking hastily on the side of road and leaving his car's door open — dishelved he steps outside almost falling square on his face while the old couple that use to sit at their porch in mornings watch him with concern, "Is everythin' alright son?"

They ask and Harry nods yelling to them, "Y/N is in labour!!" His face blowing out of any color when his ears fills with painful screams of his lil penguin and his fingers jumbles with keys unlocking the door.

It's surreal. The realization not completely setting in that all of this's happening right at this moment, that he's going to be a daddy in some hours, Y/N hunched over the bottom stair squatting down with thighs wide apart and her gown soaked against her back. His breath knocks out of his lungs and eyes bursts into shock when he sees his baby's head pushing it's way out in between her legs.

"I can see it's head! I can see it's head oh m'godness." He announces rushing towards her and Miss. Dori guides him, "Harry help her pull it out, cup the baby's head and if it's shoulders are grab-able, have it out." He places the phone atop the stair sitting down beside Y/N kissing the side of her head quickly wiping her tears away.

"Hi baby, it'll be alright, 'm here now let's pull our bubba out mighty quick." He presses his chest to floor to look down there and if Y/N would have been in her good state of mind she'd have butt him in not to. His brows kinks tightly together as he tries to concentrate and not to pass out from the sight of blood and his blood covered infant half hanging in it's mother's v.

Gently he wraps his shivering palm around it's head and shoulder moreso figuring out if it could itself comes out, "push a bit more, moppet." She shakes her head furiously crying and trying with all her will, "It's hurts!!" He wishes the process wasn't that painful.

"I know, I know baby —- oh okay okay! We got him." He cackles through his worry taking him all out and in his arms having a good grip around it's tiny waist fearing it would slip. Y/N takes a huge sigh of relief muscles loosening and shoulders slumping. She could hear him sniffing close to her with little noises despite of how much she wants to hug him, she still has another one to bring out in the world.

"It's Elios." He grins with ablazed glossy eyes stroking his tweeny baby hair back. Though his excitement shatters into pieces as he cries to Miss. Dori, "He's not breathin, n'--not breathin' what do I do??" He has switched into his fight and flight mode. Fat tears spilling down his cheeks. Y/N wants to have him in her arms and make sure her baby's healthy but a hard contraction makes her bones jello with her another baby trying to pop out.

"Calm down Mr. Styles, Is his cord wrapped 'round his neck?" When Harry couldn't mutter a single word just shaking his head ear to ear staring down his little one with fear and sadness, Y/N screams for him, "No!!"

"It's nothin', clean his nose, it's probably some clotting blocking his breathing passage." Harry acts on her instruction without wasting a time and the threshold's walls bounced with prattle of his low coarse cries, "Oh my god!!" Harry gasps holding his baby boy closer to his chest not giving two fucks if his shirt and skin stains with thick blood.

In the meantime Miss. Dori and her assistant nurse tramps through their door. Cutting the cord Nurse takes Elios from Harry's arms and takes him for a cleanup as Harry leads her to their nursery. When he comes back Miss. Dori has their other bubba already out and it's worth watching him flying into clouds of paradise, full of glee, happiness, so much happiness has never experienced before.

"Hi. Victoria." He keeps his voice soft if she's a chinese porcelain doll and would break in his arms. He loves his son to core but the way his heart just swirled with fondness and love for his daughter the second she was layed into his embrace was something else. He's tender with her and from just gazing her it spurt out a sob from the deepest of his tummy, "she was so stubborn to come out rather than his brother." Miss. Dori tells him and his head perks up with proud adoration. Handing her to nurse he turns his gaze back to his exhausted lil penguin leaning against the wall now. And scoots closer to his bestfriend, the love of his life and the mother of his babies.

Hugging her warmly and affectionately, winding his arm around the nape of her neck to smoosh her into his chest while she cries against his throat. Being tender and the softest yet sweetest he could be with her, pressing his lips against her ear to whisper words that made her cry even more loudly into his bicep, "I love you, I love you more than anythin' in the world, 'm s' soo proud of ye' baby, me soulmate and the love of me life. I promise to love you forever and infinity." The world blurs around them and their heartbeats latches to sync in with eachother. The morning light cocoons them with softness and they don't care if they're sitting in a pool of blood, mess of the beautiful birth of their gorgeous twins.

"I love you too, so much." She hiccups pacifying down not wanting to never be able say them again as Harry runs a hand at her back, limbs still tangled with eachother, whispering sweet things to her while Miss. Dori pulled her placenta out, "Y/N?" He panics when she dulls in his arms head lulling at his shoulder and heartbeat slowing down to feeble a line. Gently pulling his face out from the cave of her neck he pats her cheek worriedly, again, at her unconscious state, her head dangling back over his wrist, "Y/N!?" His heart squeezing tight miserably into his ribcages when she doesn't respond to his calls.

"'M listenin', pet." She whispers smiling weakly and Harry's lungs nourishes with air, "Scared me baby love." He hugs her again with a wobbling pout and this time she tries to console him.

"Y'okay baby? Should we go to hospital? It's better if —--"

"'M okay!!" She simpers kissing the dip of his collarbone. Carefully he smoothes an arm down her back and knees picking her up bridal style to take her to their bathroom for a hot nice bath full of essential oils. He caress her face, trailing his knuckles down her cheeks, gazing her fondly while sitting down on the floor beside her with his one hand inside the warm water to lull around her calves.

"I love you, you've given me such beautiful babies. 'Ave ye seen Tori ? She's a proper you, that lil bunny mouth of yours, aish." He giggles and she squeezes his fingers in a silent gesture to tell him how happy she's. Drying her clean with a towel and moisturizing her body, making her wear her comfortable gown.

When he tucks her under sheets she babbles with droopy eyelids and tired body, "can I see my babies?" He smauches a kiss against her forehead, "After a teeny rest, yeah angel?" But, she was already out like a bulb making him chuckle softly.

//

Miss. Dori left the kind nurse behind with them till Y/N wakes up and with her help Harry lays down the twins on either side of their mommy. Deeply pondering how lucky he's to have his family completed and healthy, tucked into their mother's armpits.

He giggles and holds his breath in awe when Elio wriggles in his blanket, scootes his bum closer when Y/N yawns and stretches, "how ye' feelin'?" He brushes her loose tresses back and she nods attempting to sit up.

"Good." Thanking him when he gets comfy amount of pillows behind her, "wanna hold them?" He asks as she ducks down to kiss both of their soft skins.

"'M arms are still shakin' . ." She chuckles, "no biggie, I'll help ya out, a bestie in need is a bestie indeed." She giggles loudly startling Tori and Harry hushes her comically scooching behind her embracing her in a heated wrap from behind chin resting over her shoulder, "shh, gotta be quite with this one — such a light sleeper bub."

"This's Victoria Anne Styles and Elios Vincent Styles." He supports her one forearm with his's under: giving Elio to her and having Tori in his other, "are you presenting them to me as some kind of award for my bravery, pet?" She nudges him playfully and he shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly.

"Such nice awards, innit?" He gives her an eskimo kiss and she puckers her lips asking for a loving smooch of his candy lips, "absolutely."

//

They took their first nap together with Harry and Y/N on either side of bed with their babies in the middle of their warmth just like a nest of sparrows, safe, comfy and utterly snuggly with the couple protecting their dainty creatures of soft flesh from the storms of outside.

"C'mere baby . . " Harry usheres Oreo with the snap of his thumb as she tries to canoodle into the soles of his feet tickling him and she obliges his tone, "Good girl . ." His own voice tired petting her crown when she turns into a lil ball of fur beside Tori who's sleeping at her daddy's side, being ever hesitant and carefull with them making Harry smile at her thinking of giving her treats in dinner.

He almost slips from under the sheets when a shriek of cry jolts him awake and it's Tori crying loudly thrashing under the blanket while her brother kept on sleeping stretched over his mommy's chest, head tucked under her chin.

Ah! Here comes the real deal. Daddy Harry's about to face real challenges 'cause we all know he once promised that he's a big boy now, innit?

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hello again! this is the person who asked is it fine to request nsfw with two characters 😵 so um,, may you please write some scenario with bixlow x m!reader x laxus from fairy tail (i hope you write for them), where the guy is bixlow’s boyfriend who’s also in the guild and laxus always had his eyes on him so he asked bixlow to share and 👉🏻👈🏻 the scene, you know. reader doesn’t mind, only is super surprised and shy since they both are so dominant. i hope it’s ok, sorry! have a wonderful day and thank you very much!

unfinished smut fic

pairing: bickslow x male reader x laxus dreyar

warning(s): threesome, anal sex, oral sex

category: smut, unfinished

word count: 1174

"yeah, be safe on your way home," y/n waves at the front door, waiting until freed and evergreen are out of his field of view to return inside.

"baby! come back!"

"okay, okay, you're so needy--" y/n laughs until he gets back. "why do you guys look so serious?"

"come here," bickslow pats the seat next to him on the couch.

"okay..." y/n sits down next to bickslow and leans into him when he wraps an arm around him.

"laxus and i've been talking." bickslow's hand squeezes at y/n's waist.

"i want a share," laxus' lips pull into a smirk.

"i... what?" y/n feels the heat spread across his face.

"you wanna, baby? tell us if you wanna." bickslow's breath feels hot against y/n's ear, and that's all he can focus on until his long tongue slides against it.

"you want--"

"to fuck you," laxus says more clearly, leaning forward as if ready to pounce across the table and get to them.

"that okay with you? you want laxus to fuck you?" bickslow asks, his hand daring to slide down.

"y-yeah," y/n nods when the tips of bickslow's fingers dip down the waistband of his pants.

with that, bickslow's hands take another direction, going up his shirt until they pull it over him.

y/n can't even recall when laxus made his way to them, or when he got his hand in his pants, but he can't complain when big hands grip him through his underwear.

"you like that, baby?" bickslow leans in for a kiss, and y/n chases after it, moaning into it when laxus pulls the rest of his clothes off of him.

when he's being pumped again, he can tell it's bickslow's hands without looking. they're more slender, and they go at a faster pace. his legs subconsciously start to spread more, hips lightly bucking.

he can't help but jump a little when something wet pushes through his hole. it's laxus' finger. it's thicker than bickslow's, and the stretch almost burns. he instinctively tries to pull his legs closed, but a strong hand stops him.

"no need to be scared." y/n can hear the cocky smirk in laxus' voice even if he can't see it.

"you scared, babe? tell me. i wanna know," bickslow pulls away from the kiss.

when he doesn't answer, bickslow grips him tight until he's writhing, the eyes he'd just opened screwing shut again. "no--not scared, not scared."

"good boy," bickslow smiles, easing his grip and continuing to stroke him.

laxus pushes in a second finger at that, and y/n pushes his face in bickslow's chest. the change of pace is too abrupt. with one finger, laxus barely moved inside of him, but with two, he's vigorously twisting and scissoring at his insides. and the squelching sounds of laxus jerking himself off only sends more shudders down his back.

bickslow's free hand slides down his chest slowly as a silent comfort, and y/n melts into it. he mouths at bickslow's neck and one of his hands grip his bicep when a third finger gets inside of him.

y/n pushes away bickslow's hand from his dick, and bickslow complies, letting go.

"too much?" bickslow laughs until a hand unzips his pants and pulls out his semi-erect cock.

y/n moves a little to try to get his boyfriend in his mouth, turning until his stomach's almost on the couch.

laxus seems to have other things in mind, his fingers curling inside of him just before he has a chance to reach bickslow.

y/n's hands go to bickslow's legs to brace himself, and he fully stabilizes himself on his knees.

he earns a chuckle from the two, adding to the tremors of his back, before bickslow's comforting and encouraging hand lands on the back of his neck. it leads until y/n's mouth is on him.

dull nails scratch against his scalp as he sucks lightly at the tip before he forces his jaw wider, trying to take more of bickslow in his mouth. he groans around him when he feels laxus' fingers pull out of him.

he takes in more of bickslow than he means to when laxus shoves himself in. there's no warning, and laxus is not a gentle man. he doesn't let y/n adjust, big hands harshly gripping his hips as he pushes in with quick strong thrusts and slowly drags himself out just before his dick is fully outside of him, repeating the cycle.

"so fucking tight," laxus grunts, and y/n's arms have a hard time trying to keep him up. "feels like i'm splitting you on my dick."

y/n chokes on bickslow's cock, and the only thing he can tell himself to do is keep his mouth open as wide as he can. he struggles to focus on the task at hand--he struggles to focus on anything other than the full feeling of laxus' thick cock.

"fas-fast." it comes out closer to a garbled mess than a comprehensible statement, but bickslow likes how his attempt at speech feels around his dick. "so--so fast--"

"baby, you got more in you than that, right?" bickslow coos, softly stroking the side of y/n's spit-covered cheek.

y/n tries to nod, but laxus hits a spot inside of him that makes him moan loudly.

"fuck--that where you like it?" laxus lets a

"feels that good, baby?" bickslow snickers a little. "'wanna feel good, too, baby. gonna fuck your mouth."

when y/n doesn't make a move to stop him, a hand on the back of his head pushes harshly, and the tip of bickslow's dick hits the back of his throat. his eyes prickle, and he tries to breathe through his nose, but it's hard to recover when bickslow's going so fast.

laxus' thrusts turn sharp and precise, and y/n can't keep himself up anymore. he slumps, letting bickslow move his head however he wants to. his knees shake until they slide back.

laxus lets him droop until his legs almost fully straighten on the couch. the hands on y/n's hips just barely keep him from falling completely flat.

he gasps the best he can around bickslow, both because he keeps choking and the friction he just barely got a taste of after a particularly powerful thrust from laxus.

he wants to push back and crash down at the same time, so he tries to do both.

"you look so good, baby. sucking my cock and rutting your hips like that," bickslow pants out a laugh. he moves the hand he's using to maneuver y/n however he wants, thumb brushing against his hairline so he can look at him. glazed teary eyes look to his, and he can't help but buck his hips faster.

"you wanna cum?" laxus asks, a hand prying off his hip only to slap his ass cheek and return to its place. his thumb strays to rub a circle into the reddening skin.

y/n tries to beg out a yes, but it gets caught in his throat when bickslow goes the furthest in his throat he has all night.

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a/n;

i’m so sorry i’ve been working on this since you first sent the request (like 2months ago i’m sorry) and i’ve been trying to finish it and idk why because i love the request but i just can’t for some reason </3 i’m really sorry anon

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Cuddling With Katsuki

(i got the idea from @kingkatsuki so all credits go to them)

Cuddling with Katsuki is one of the most endearing times that you have with him. After a long day after work and doing stupid paperwork, all you both could ever want is to cuddle up to each other and complain while watching a shitty drama.

And that's what happened today. A horrible day at work followed by extreme hunger, and a need to go home to your now husband.

Walking in the door you smell something that smells so close to heaven that you can't help but groan in delight whilst walking in the condo you both share.

Kicking your shoes off, you make your way to Bakugou and hug him from behind, taking in his semi-sweet smell.

“Missed you today.” He turned around from the stove and hugged you tight, so you were nice and snug between his tits.

“I missed you too, baby. Go get cleaned up and come eat so you can tell me about your day.”

『••✎••』

Finally finished showering and putting on one of Katsuki's shirts, you go downstairs and wait at the table for Katsuki to get done setting the table for the two of you.

“Do you need any help?”

“No, you just relax.”

The food smelled so good. It's like he knew you were having a shit day and craved comfort food.

“I thought you were on duty today.”

“I took off early. Those damn people were getting on my nerves more than usual. Why was your day so shit?”

“Because people are so stupid and I had to fill out twice as much paperwork because this new employee is stupid.”

“Felt.” was all he said and went back to grab utensils to eat.

“I wanna quit but I’m not sure where to go next,” you groan.

“I told you to come work for me, but you're so damn stubborn and you never listen.”

“People will think you're showing favoritism and that's not good for your image, love.” You shove some food in your mouth, groaning in delight at the well seasoned food he made.

“Who gives a damn about what they have to say. I'll do whatever the hell I want in my agency. You don't even need to work, you know I’ll take care of you.”

“But I wanna take care of myself sometimes.”

“You don't have to. I'll quit for you on Monday and you’ll stay home or work for me. Plain and simple.”

You just look him up and down and continue to eat, not even gonna try to argue with him.

『••✎••』

Something about being with him is just so comforting and calming. Even just cuddling and watching cartoons is so enjoyable with him. Everything is. Especially when you lie down on his chest and sink into his huge pecs.

They're kinda soft and squishy and you can just sink into them. He even lets you grab one while your face is between them sometimes.

Sometimes when you want to hint at him that you're feeling needy, you'll reach and grab at one and start to suck on them. Just feeling his nipples getting hard under your touch makes you so horny.

And when he's feeling a little generous and not his mean self, he'll let you rub yourself on his thigh while suckling on his tits. But that's only when you've been extra good.

You'll slide up and cuddle him and pretend to innocently just cuddle him, but he knows your intent before you know your intent. Already not having pants on you slide up to his thigh and squish yourself between his chest and start to suck while gently rubbing your clit on his thigh while sucking on his chest.

You always do the same to him that he does to you. Marking what's yours, making sure people know that the pre-hero they fantasize about is all yours and will always be all yours.

You two were already cuddling on the couch and you couldn't help but start to feel a little needy. It has been a horrible day and you needed some intense release.

Scoothing up his thigh a bit, you put your hand up his shirt and start to feel around a little bit. Starting with his rock hard abs and making your way up to his firm but squishy pecs.

“What do you need, pretty girl?” He was feeling kind today, especially since you had already had a rough day.

“Wan’ you. Need you so bad, Katsu.”

“What do you need? Use your words or you're not gonna get it.” He always did this. No matter how needy he saw you were, you always had to tell him what you wanted.

“Wanna cum on your thigh. Please?”

“What else do you need, love?” He adjusted you on his lap, giving you a better position to rock your hips against him.

“Wanna suck on your tits. Please?”

“Good girl.” He put his hands on your waist to get you started. He rocked you back and forth a few times so you could get accustomed to the rhythm.

You let out a choked up moan. You were so needy and sensitive already and this is enough to get you off for the night. Enough to hold you over before he ruined you sometime tonight or tomorrow morning. All day long.

“K-katsuki- a-ah-” It already felt so good. Your clothed clit rubbing against his thigh and against the fabric of his panties.

“You like it, pretty girl? Like rubbing that slutty pussy on my thigh? Huh?” Another choked moan left your mouth.

“Love it- haah.” You started rocking a little faster. You slid off his shirt, with his assistance, and started to suckle on his nipples. He moaned quietly.

He always enjoyed it as much as you did, even if he didn't admit it.

As your high came closer, you started sucking harder, getting more needy as you rocked more vigorously.

“Katsu- I'm gonna cum. Please,” you pleaded.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum on my thigh as much as you want. Anything for you.”

Your orgasm came at you full force and you couldn't help but moan loudly and bury your face in his neck. His name muffled in his neck and you shaking harshly on his lap, you cum so hard.

You were still recovering from your high, shaking and all when you heard him speak up.

“How was that baby?” He started to pet your hair.

“Felt so good, Katsu,” you murmured. You were so tired already and just wanted to get to bed. “Tired though.”

“I know, but we gotta get you cleaned up first.”

He brought you upstairs to make sure you went to the bathroom and cleaned up before settling in bed next to you.

“I love you, sweet thing.”

“Love you too,” was the last you muttered before slipping into a very deep sleep.

[mrs-gucci]

Missing You {Officer Ronnie Peterson x Reader}

author’s notes: hellooo! I actually watched “The Dead Don’t Die” for the first time recently, and I totally fell for Ronnie. he’s adorable, and I’ve discovered that I love playing with the subby side of him ;)

warnings: smut. light fluff. subby ronnie. exhibitionism. cumplay. mentions of cum-marking. masturbation. sexting. nsfw photos. phone masturbation. public/semi-public masturbation. dirty talk/degradation.

no tw’s

SMUT under the CUT!

Ronnie misses you. He misses you a lot.

You’re away in Philadelphia for a few days on business and he can’t stand not waking up next to you, not having you home when he comes home after a long and very mundane shift at the station, not falling asleep next to you, and he finds it especially hard not having you around when he needs some...relief. 

You mean everything to him; you’re the center of his universe, everything he does is because of you. He’s so in love with you, his heart hurts sometimes, bursting with the sheer pride and pure love he feels for you. And, it doesn’t hurt that you’re as much of a sexual deviant as he is.

His knee bounces as he sits in his chair, typing up a police report, trying desperately to ignore the bulge currently pressing desperately against his work trousers. He grunts under his breath every time he shifts, involuntarily providing friction for his erection. It seems like every time he’s finally gotten it down to a manageable hardness, something happens that forces him to move and bring himself right back to where he started: Hard as a fucking rock.

Soon, he has no choice but to succumb to his body’s needs once the station clears out, quickly rushing into the single bathroom, closing and locking the door behind him. His length throbs as his eyebrows furrow, groaning softly as he finally, finally pulls his pants down and the cool air of the station tickles his newly exposed skin.

He knows this is wrong, knows he shouldn’t be doing this, not here. But...the thought of touching himself here, in a partially-public restroom, makes him absolutely throb with arousal. He wants you to see it, wants you to be a part of it. 

Ronnie wants you to know what a dirty, filthy boy he is.

So, he wraps a hand around his cock and immediately, his hips buck forward into his palm. He’s been waiting days for this moment, and his cock is so sensitive, tears are already forming in his eyes as he pumps his thick, veiny shaft.

You tell him all the time how impressive he is, how long and girthy he is, how he curves in just the right way to hit all the pleasure spots inside your walls. He likes to believe that he was made to pleasure you, to be inside you, much like a key fits into a lock. 

Once he’s completely hard, he pulls out his phone to text you.

Ronnie: What are you doing right now?

You’re in the middle of a meeting when you feel your phone buzz on your thigh.

Y/N: In a meeting. Why? Did something happen?

He smirks to himself, snapping a picture of his dick for you.

Ronnie: Attachment: 1 image

Ronnie: Yeah, you’ve been away for three days. I’m in desperate need of your attention...will you help me?

You quickly put a hand over your mouth, muffling the soft moan that escapes your lips. Your legs quickly cross, thighs rubbing together to soothe the developing ache between your thighs.

Y/N: Oh, Ronnie...look at you, pumping your pathetic cock in the station bathroom like a disgusting slut. I bet you’re already close, aren’t you?

His eyes widen and he shoves his mouth into his arm, muffling the desperate cry that comes out of his mouth. God, you always know the right things to say to get him wound up.

Ronnie: I’ve been so fucking hard since you left, baby. Woke up all hard and ready for you, ready for your little pussy, but you’d already left. Had to get up and go to work before I could take care of it, and by the time I get home at night, I’m just too tired. 

The thought of Ronnie being rock hard all day, sitting at his desk and trying not to touch himself is one that turns you on more than it probably should.

Y/N: You poor baby...oh, I bet you’re so full, hm? Are your balls heavy, so full of the seed you’ve been saving up? Three days without your fiancee has you fucking your hand in the station restroom, how pathetic. And you’ll probably get hard again ten minutes after you cum all over the sink like some fucking teenager.

He almost falls over, white-knuckling the counter as he ruts into his hand, sweat forming on his brow. 

Ronnie: Call me. Now. Need to hear your voice.

You slip out unnoticed, thankful that this was an entire-group meeting and not one of the smaller ones you’d been attending the past two days. Your finger presses the ‘call’ icon next to Ronnie’s name as you go to the single-person restroom, locking the door.

He picks up almost immediately, breath heavy through the speaker.

“Baby.”

Your knees shake at the desperation in his whisper.

“Disgusting pervert.”

His soft growl crawls through the small speaker, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’m s-so close. Please, baby, p-please...”

“Yeah?”

You say, smirking.

“Are you gonna make a mess in the bathroom, Ronnie? Gonna cover the sink in your filthy cum like the little pervert I know you are?”

Ronnie’s practically sobbing, hips having a mind of their own as his cock takes over, chasing release. 

“Y-Yeah, yeah, I’m g-gonna shoot my big f-fat fucking load onto the s-sink.”

You bite your lip, rubbing your thighs together.

“Is it gonna be a big one, baby? Ooooo, I bet it is, it’s gonna be so fucking big and hot.”

His glutes clench as he rocks harshly into the tight ‘O’ his hand has made, tip drooling precum as he teeters on the edge of orgasm.

“Gonna b-be so big, all f-for you, baby.”

He breathes, balls clenching as they prepare for release.

“Video c-call? Can we s-switch over?”

“Sure, baby, sure.”

You switch over to FaceTime, camera on you while your handsome fiance points his towards the mirror, turning himself to the side so that you can see his impressive length as he pumps it with vigor. 

“Mmm, look at you, so desperate. Put the camera closer to your big cock, wanna see how nice and hard it is for me.”

Ronnie groans softly, biting his lip as he tilts the camera down to focus on his cock. You chew your lip as your eyes roam his length, tip slick and bright red, veins bulging out. You wish you could trace the tip of your tongue over the blue-green patterns.

“D-Do you see it, baby?”

He asks, breathily.

“Mmhmm, yeah I see. I see my fiance being a dirty, disgusting slut. Pumping your little cock when anyone could interrupt and see you like a horny fucking teenager. Can’t go three days without touching yourself, it’s shameful, really.”

His throaty growl comes through the speaker, and you can almost see the way his cock throbs, pulses in his palm. 

“I had to step out of a fucking meeting to watch this? Watch my horny fiance jerk off in the middle of the work day? You better cum soon and you better make this all worth it.”

He pumps himself furiously, quickly turning and walking up to the sink.

“Y-Yeah, yeah I’ll make it w-worth it. I’ll show y-you my big load, show y-you all the cum I’ve kept f-for you.”

“Well, let’s get it over with then. Make a mess on the counter, mark it with your dirty cum.”

You say, pretending to sound annoyed, knowing it drives him nuts.

Your words send him over the edge, and you watch the camera shake a bit as rope after rope of creamy release shoots out onto the counter. Ronnie’s breath is shaky, exhaling through his teeth as he strokes himself through it. 

“Thank you, honey.”

Ronnie breathes, lifting the camera up so that you can see the load.

You smile, cheeks warming at the sight of it. It was big, really big, and it always turned you on when he came a lot.

“Can I see you?”

You ask, smiling even wider when he turns the camera around to face him.

“There’s my handsome man.”

He blushes, always getting flustered when you say things like that.

“And there’s my beautiful, amazing fiancee.”

“I really do have to get back to my meeting, darling, but I’ll be home tonight. I’m so excited to see you.”

His lips pull up into a bright smile as he thinks about finally seeing you tonight again.

“I’m excited too, honey. I’ll repay you for this when you get home.”

He winks, making you giggle softly, biting your lip.

“I’m looking forward to it, Officer Peterson.”

[jombocostello]

Lost in Translation (Polnareff x Reader)

Anonymous asked: Hey! Would you mind writing a little Polnareff fic where the reader tried to learn French pick up lines to finally drop some hints, but messes up/forgets a word and gets embarrassed? 🥺

Now this is just too sweet. I changed the request up a little bit, I hope you don’t mind!! (Also if you spot any mistakes with the French, please let me know!! I’m not sure how much my high school education of French prepared me for writing Polnareff fanfiction lmao)

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"(Y/N), what the hell are you doing?"

You jump, tearing your eyes from the book you're scouring. You look at Joseph, who's sitting a few feet away from you on his hotel bed. He frowns. "It's three in the morning. Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"I... Well..." You laugh nervously, attempting to discreetly slide the book under your pillow as you search for the right words. "Yeah. I probably should be."

Joseph stands up and turns on the lamp that sits between you two, and you wince when the light hits your eyes. "But seriously, what have you been doing?" he asks again as he sits back down. "I've been trying to get some sleep and all I can hear is you muttering nonstop over there."

You can feel yourself start to blush, and you fix your eyes on the fascinating corner of the door behind Joseph. "Ah... I was just reading out loud. It helps me take it in better, y'know?" It's not a very good lie, and though you're not looking at Joseph, you know he's not buying it. "Half of enjoying a good book is visualization, isn't it?" You're audibly anxious.

"Fine. But what exactly are you reading?" You start to sweat; he's ruthless in his interrogation.

"Uh, it's... I mean you're probably not interested in it." Joseph's patience suddenly runs thin, and he leaps up and snatches the book out of your hand. "What the hell?" you shout, forgetting about the thin hotel walls and attempting rather aggressively to grab the book back.

Joseph, thanks to his powerful Joestar genes, is easily able to hold you off. "Hmm, what is... English-to-French dictionary...?" He looks up at you, confused, and you freeze. He rolls his eyes. "(Y/N), I'm failing to see what's so embarrassing about this. You want to learn a new language? More power to you - " Mid-sentence, he seems to come to a revelation, and you wince. You had almost made it out alive.

"...You're learning this for Polnareff, aren't you?"

"Isn't that the million dollar question?" you mumble, gluing your eyes to the floor. "Yes."

You can hear him horribly containing his laughter. "You've - you've got dedication, I'll give you that!" Little giggles are starting to escape him, and as he suddenly begins to howl with laughter, you try again to grab the paperback out of his hands.

Without breaking a sweat, he shoves you back onto your bed and starts leafing through the book. "Oh my God," Joseph wheezes, wiping a tear away with one hand and holding the book close to his face with the other. "I mean I knew you had feelings for the guy, but I had no idea you loved him like this!" The word 'love' hits you viscerally and you cover your face with your hands, trying to push down your unbearable embarrassment. "Oh God, that's so cute."

"Shut up!" you hiss, finally managing to wrestle the book back from Joseph. "I don't have to explain myself to you," you spit with as much rudeness as you can muster.

"You don't have to explain a thing, my friend," Joseph replies without missing a beat. "I can read you like a book right now."

"Oh my God," you groan, turning away and looking down at the bed. Your face is on fire, and you gingerly set the book down next to your pillow and you fold your arms on your lap. "Just... Fine. You got me, okay?"

"I guess I did get you! I really didn't mean to." Joseph's laughter seems to have finally ended, and he watches as you shift uncomfortably under his gaze. "Sorry for laughing, (Y/N). I'm not trying to make fun of you, I promise - it's just so ridiculous that you're going to all these lengths to win Polnareff over when I'm sure it shouldn't be that difficult."

"Shouldn't be that... What do you mean?" You momentarily put aside your anger when you hear Joseph's words.

"Isn't it obvious? You two are perfect for each other. I'm positive that Polnareff shares your feelings."

"That's funny," you respond, huffing out a little laugh. "He's always flirting with girls, isn't he? I know you've seen him do it."

Joseph rolls his eyes. "Of course I have. That's just the way he is. He can be a bit...familiar with the young women he meets, but I'm fully convinced that you're the person he has his eyes on." Before you can interject with another rebuttal, Joseph speaks again. "Don't argue with me on this. I've been alive far longer than you and I've seen lots of people fall in love in this lovely world!"

You don't want to admit it, but Joseph's actually giving you some confidence here. "You, well... You might be right." Joseph grins. "I'm still gonna try to figure out some of this stupid language, though. I think he'll be happy to hear it - I mean, he's been away from home for a long time." You swing your legs up onto the bed and cross them, grabbing the book and flipping it open as you do.

Joseph marvels at the sheer concentration in your eyes as you force your way through the paperback dictionary. He can't believe how in love you are; it's honestly making him a little teary-eyed. "Well, goodnight," he says as he climbs back under the covers. "Want me to leave the light on?"

"If that's okay, yeah." Joseph nods and lays his head down on his pillow. As he shuts his eyes and drifts off to sleep, he listens to you faintly mutter to yourself, "Je t'aime. Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime..."

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The next day comes quickly, and unfortunately you haven't really slept enough to prepare for it. You'd stayed up all night after your little encounter with Joseph, so you're left with about an hour and a half of sleep to get through the day. You and Joseph quickly get ready, and you go to meet the rest of the group in the lobby.

You yawn loudly as you step out of the elevator, and Joseph takes a second to laugh at you before following. You elbow him in the arm as you walk up to Jotaro, Avdol, Iggy, and Polnareff. Kakyoin's still resting up in the hospital; you all miss him dearly.

"Good morning!" Avdol calls, watching as you shuffle into the little group. "Did you two sleep well?"

You simply shake your head, and Joseph laughs a little at your severe expression. "(Y/N) stayed up all night reading," he explains, but after you shoot a look his way he shuts his mouth.

"Oh, really?" Polnareff asks brightly, raising his eyebrows. You look up at him and feel your heart start pounding; if he asks what you were reading you think you might drop dead on the spot. "Didn't take you for the reading type."

You nearly laugh at that, looking incredulously up at Polnareff. "What the hell does that mean - are you calling me dumb?"

"No!" he says hastily, eyes wide. "I mean - maybe." You both start laughing now, and Joseph leaves to return the hotel keys and check out. "In all seriousness," Polnareff starts with a little smile on his face, "I just didn't think you could sit still long enough to enjoy a novel. You seem like a more active person, I guess."

You honestly can't - your little French study sessions have been nothing short of torture. Still, you just shrug. "Everyone enjoys a good story, don't they?"

"Yeah." Polnareff turns to Jotaro and Avdol, who have been chatting to each other. "So, what's on the agenda today?" he asks, leaning against the wall behind him.

"Well..." Avdol thinks to himself for a moment. "We're a few hours away from Cairo. I think we should stay here for a while longer and then start heading there at around midday - so we can arrive under the cover of night."

"You're a good strategist, Avdol," you comment. "I would've just had us all drive into the city and parade around to find a hotel."

Avdol huffs out a laugh. "As much as I'd like to do that, our lives are in danger. We'll have to be really careful once we get to Cairo. I'm sure Dio has eyes everywhere."

"Yeah." You turn to Jotaro, who's been silent so far. Iggy's on the ground next to him, looking as pissed off as a dog possibly can. "How did you sleep last night?"

He just shrugs. "Same old. It was nice having the room to myself, save for this little asshole." He jabs his thumb in Iggy's direction, and you snort. "But yeah, it was fine. I just wanna get this over with. I've been..." He glances down at his shoes. "I've been thinking about my mom."

You'd almost forgotten about the original reason Joseph and his grandson set out on this mission. You had heard from the Foundation a few days ago that Holly Kujo's condition was only worsening. "You're gonna see her soon, huh? When we get to Cairo we'll practically be in Dio's backyard."

Jotaro nods. "Yep. Can't wait to beat the shit out of him."

You grin and nod vigorously. "I'm with you there."

Joseph returns to your little group, and the five of you all huddle together. "So," he starts, taking a deep breath. "Are you thinking we should wait, Avdol?"

"Yes. I was just saying that we should give it a few hours before we get on the road."

Joseph seems satisfied with that answer. "Perfect. So until then... I guess we can do a bit of sightseeing! We should pair up and try to stay at least a little close by. I'll stick with Avdol, and Jotaro - would you mind going with Iggy? If anything happens, both of your stands would be more than capable of taking care of things." Jotaro rolls his eyes and hums in agreement. "Okay. That leaves you two."

The sheer glee in Joseph's shit-eating grin as he looks at you and Polnareff honestly astounds you. Polnareff doesn't seem to notice, and he looks down at you. "Well this'll be fun! I haven't gotten to spend much time with you in the past couple days, (Y/N)." There's a pure affection in Polnareff's voice as he speaks to you, and you feel yourself fall even deeper in love. "We'll see you guys here in three hours, alright?" Joseph nods, waving goodbye with a sickly sweet smile, and Polnareff takes your hand and drags you through the revolving door.

The sun feels great on your skin. You follow Polnareff out, looking at your hand clasped in his as he leads you down the street a ways. He makes you feel so, so happy, and you're overcome by the desire to tell him that. "Where are you going?" you call, laughing a little when you realize you've been following him without having a clue where he's taking you.

He halts suddenly, and you run right into his back. "Oh, shit! Sorry." He spins around and rights you, peering down at your face. "That didn't hurt, did it?"

"N-no." You wince and feel your nose, which had rammed right into one of his shoulder blades. "I'm all good." After a thumbs-up for confirmation, Polnareff is satisfied. "So we're here?"

"Yep!" Polnareff gestures to the shop you're standing in front of. It's a café by the looks of it, and it seems pretty nice. "We passed it while we were driving in yesterday."

"Oh, cool!" Polnareff heads inside and you follow him. At the counter, Polnareff orders a couple pastries and two espressos for both of you. Once he gets his order, he hands you your espresso and walks out the door. He's really intent on getting the most out of these few hours of respite, it seems.

"Now that we have some food," he says, gesturing to the little bag of desserts, "we can have a picnic!" He starts walking briskly down the street, and you nearly have to jog to keep up with him.

"Did you spot this on the way in too?" you ask. He nods. "Damn, I missed so much. I was sleeping." He laughs, and you join in. After a few more minutes, you reach your destination.

It's a little park that overlooks a small, tranquil pond. "Oh, this is neat!" you say. "It's really pretty."

"Yeah." You look up at Polnareff as he gazes out at the scenery. You haven't seen him this relaxed in a long time; he's usually being pestered by Iggy or attacked by some enemy stand user. You're really grateful that you get to share a calm, sweet moment with him before you have to head out to battle in Cairo.

You decide to take a seat on the grass a few feet away from the pond. Polnareff sits down beside you and carefully sets his espresso down on the grass, making sure it doesn't spill, and you do the same. You cross your legs as Polnareff reaches into the bag and pulls out a pastry.

"For you," he says, bowing his head as he hands you a croissant.

You laugh as you take it from him. "I'm honored," you reply, dipping your head in mock gratitude to Polnareff. He smirks a little and takes out a croissant for himself, leaning back and taking a big bite. You try yours, and it tastes amazing. "You're got a good eye," you tell Polnareff, your voice a little muffled as you eat. "This is really good."

"Well it's only natural that I would have an eye for cuisine," he replies with a smug grin. You reach over and slug him in the arm, and he lets out a startled laugh when you hit him. "Hey! It's true." You sigh and turn towards the pond, watching the little ripples in the water as the breeze gently brushes over it. Polnareff's still laughing a little beside you, and the whole scene suddenly feels completely and utterly romantic. You realize with a start that this is the perfect moment to try out your newly acquired language skills!

You pick up your espresso and take a sip; it's just as good as the food had been. Tentatively, you look over at Polnareff and find him staring out at the pond. "C'est un bon café," you say as nonchalantly as you can.

Polnareff nods and smiles faintly. "Oui, je suis d'accord," he replies, but the second the words leave his mouth he whips his head around, staring at you with wide eyes. "What did - did you just - was that French?" he sputters, starting to grin like an idiot.

You return the smile, nodding. "Oui. I'm glad you could understand me."

"Glad I could - God, (Y/N), you're so - " Polnareff suddenly reaches out and wraps you in a huge hug, knocking the wind from you as he practically pulls you into his lap.

"H-hey!" you yelp, laughing loudly as he rests his chin on your shoulder. He sighs, placing his hand at the base of your neck, and you feel a shiver run through you. After a moment, he pulls away and beams at you.

"I didn't know you knew French!" he says brightly; he looks ecstatic. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't know it until a few days ago," you tell him with a little smile. "I've been picking it up little by little. I still barely know anything."

"You've been...learning it?" he asks softly, raising his eyebrows.

"Yeah! I found a little dictionary at a shop about a week ago, and that's actually what I stayed up all last night reading. Can't say that I'm grasping it very well, but I'm giving it a shot just for you!" The smile drops from your face a bit when you notice that Polnareff's expression has grown somber.

"(Y/N)..." Your eyes widen when you notice tears welling up in Polnareff's eyes. "You've been such a good friend to me. You're always there to make me smile, and well, you've saved my life a few times too. But this, I - you don't know what it means to me."

You reach out and take his hands in yours, a little clumsily. "You're the one who makes me smile. You're my best friend." You're suddenly made acutely aware of the butterflies in your stomach, and you suck in a deep breath. It feels like it's now or never. "Polnareff, there's something I want to tell you." He blinks the tears from his eyes, and you hold his hands a little tighter. "I really - "

Before you can finish, you're punched in the jaw by an impossibly powerful fist. You fly back, landing hard in the grass a few feet away. As you stumble to your feet, swearing and clutching your face, you summon your stand. It fucking figures there's a stand user here. Sometimes you wonder if you're some sort of stand magnet.

Polnareff frantically pulls himself up and dashes over to you. "(Y/N)!" he shouts, holding you by the shoulders and looking at your jaw. "Shit, are you alright?!"

You wince when Polnareff ghosts his fingers over the spot. "Probably not," you mutter, breathing in sharply through your nose. Polnareff freezes, and you shrug his other hand off of you. "We've gotta beat this guy, okay?"

"Y-yeah." Polnareff summons Silver Chariot and stands against your back, scanning the area for the stand or its user. You do the same, trying to push the pain out of your mind. "There!" Polnareff suddenly shouts, and you twist your head around.

It's a man; he's standing on the other side of the pond. He stalks up to the two of you, and as he walks, his stand slowly materializes behind him. It's extremely threatening, with a build that could rival Star Platinum and deep-set, bright red eyes. You force yourself to approach him and Polnareff follows you. Your stand is an archer, suited for long-range battle, and Polnareff's works better at a closer range, so you're usually able to cover each other's blind spots. Your stand pulls out an arrow and nocks it, aiming for the head of your enemy. "(Y/N), right?" he calls, a lax smirk on his face. "And Jean Pierre Polnareff." He and his stand take another step forward, and you tense. Polnareff's Silver Chariot is ready to strike at any moment. "Easy, easy!" he says, raising his hands on either side of his head. "I'm a fair man. Allow me to explain my stand to you."

You glance at Polnareff, and after a moment of hesitation he nods his head. Your stand lowers its bow while Silver Chariot points its rapier to the ground. The man slowly and surely approaches the two of you, and his stand waits beside him. "Thank you. Truce for now?" You grit your teeth and will yourself to nod. "I'm glad. Well, my stand is the Seven of Swords. Essentially, it's extremely powerful. I doubt you'll be able to get a single hit in, if I'm being honest." You can feel rage bubbling up inside you, and as hard as you try to fight it, you just can't kick the feeling. Your gaze flits to Polnareff; he looks just as angry as you.

Grimacing, you look back to the user. "My stand specializes in strength. Every punch it deals leaves a lasting effect - as I'm sure you've noticed, (Y/N)."

You want to scream. The smug look he's wearing and the searing pain in your face is all too much, and before he can continue, you have your stand quickly nock an arrow and fire. You hit him in his right shoulder - he had punched you with that arm - and he falls back, grasping at the wound. "Shit!" he shouts, leaning against his giant stand. With its left arm, Seven of Swords reaches out and yanks the arrow from its user's body.

You start to grin; it looks like you've knocked this guy down a notch. However, just when Polnareff moves to strike and you ready another arrow, he and his stand vanish. "What the hell?" Polnareff mutters, scanning the area. "Where could they have - "

"(Y/N), I'm disappointed!" You scream when the stand wraps its left arm around your neck, squeezing painfully but just lightly enough to let you remain conscious. The man leans in far too close and speaks. "You broke our truce. I suppose I can't be too angry... I wasn't exactly being completely truthful either." The stand's grip on you tightens, and you choke out a cough. Polnareff goes to slice through the arm around your neck, but before you even know what's happened, you're on the other side of the pond. Polnareff, now a great distance away, gapes at you before running over as quickly as he can.

"My Seven of Swords is a master of teleportation," the man announces. "Everything else is just a plus." His stand abruptly releases you, and as you gasp for air, the man grins. "I'm surprised by how easy it was to take care of you, (Y/N). Lord Dio had made you sound a lot tougher." You try to swear at him, but your voice is hoarse and barely understandable.

"(Y/N)!" You turn your head when Polnareff cries your name, and suddenly you're punched hard in the abdomen. You're knocked to the ground and your head smacks into the dirt, and the last thing you see before you lose consciousness is Polnareff's face, equal parts anguished and enraged.

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The first thing you note when you fade back into consciousness is a strong pain in your midsection. You groan, forcing your eyes open; looks like you were rescued. You're in your hotel room, and it seems like you're alone. You glance over at the window, gritting your teeth as you shift your aching neck, and you nearly laugh out loud when you see that stupid little dictionary sitting on your bed.

You hear the door open, and you turn to find Polnareff stepping through the doorway. "Hey," you say, your voice quieter than you'd intended.

He looks down at the sound of your voice and grins. "Glad to have you back," he replies softly. "I'm so relieved that you're alright." He carefully sits down beside you on the bed.

"Of course I'm alright." You crack a smile. "I wasn't gonna let that asshole kill me."

Polnareff laughs a little and nods. "Yeah, he was a real piece of shit. After he - after he knocked you out, I held him off for a little while until reinforcements arrived in the forms of Star Platinum and The Fool. The three of us had him crying like a baby."

"Thank God," you sigh. "He deserved it." You both fall into a little silence, neither of you quite sure of what to say. You remember exactly what you had been about to tell Polnareff when you were attacked, but you can't muster up the courage to try again now. "Even if it got fucked up at the end, thank you for the lovely afternoon," you finally say. "I really enjoyed our little picnic."

"So did I." Polnareff starts to speak more, but something catches his eye. You watch as he reaches over you and grabs something; it's the French dictionary. He peers down at it and starts flipping through the pages. Almost instantly he looks completely affronted, and you feel a laugh rise in your chest.

"What is it?" you ask him as he scoffs, shutting the book definitively and setting it back down.

"They made that thing so difficult to understand! It's so much simpler than that makes it out to be, really!" He shakes his head, clearly disappointed with the publication, and you let a little laughter escape. "How about this." He leans in towards you. "Instead of learning out of that stupid book, I can teach you! It'll be a lot more fun."

He's just so...charming. He's always so sincere, especially with you, and the pure kindness in his eyes as he speaks nearly takes your breath away. "That - that would be fun," you reply, too taken with him to think of anything else to say.

He grins. "Good. We can have your first lesson right now."

You laugh at that, making Polnareff jump a bit. "Already? What, am I gonna get homework too?"

He joins in on your laughter and shakes his head. "No, no, it'll be quick." Something in his expression softens, and you blink as he reaches out and places his hand gently over yours. He suddenly looks a lot more serious. "Tell me what I'm saying. Je suis amoureux de toi."

You open your mouth, softly whispering the words. Your mind's nearly a total blank; it seems you really didn't learn much from that dictionary. You're at least determined to get the beginning. "Ah... Je is 'I', so je suis would be 'I am',  right?"

Polnareff nods. He wraps his hand around yours and holds it, just as he had earlier today. "Yes. Je is 'I', suis is 'am'..." He lifts his other hand and entwines it with yours. You're not sure what he's saying but you allow yourself to hope, just a little.

Polnareff's voice is hardly above a whisper as he says, "Je suis amoureux de toi - I'm in love with you."

A huge smile breaks across your face and you feel like you're floating. When Polnareff sees your reaction, his smile widens as well, and he leans down and wraps you up in a careful hug. "I love you too," you murmur in his ear; you think you might burst into tears if you try to speak any louder. "I have for a while now. I'm so happy you - " Despite your best efforts, you feel yourself start to cry. Polnareff leans back a bit, and you're almost amused to see that he's crying too. You probably look like a couple of lovesick fools, and you're so, so, happy.

"I'll never be able to show you how much you mean to me, (Y/N)," Polnareff murmurs before pressing a tender kiss to your cheek. "How much it means to me that you care."

"Of course I care," you whisper back, reaching up and running your fingers through his hair. "I care because you mean the world to me."

Polnareff looks down into your eyes, and you both take in each other's expressions. "You know, I think we're perfect for each other," he breathes, and as you start to agree, he moves forward and captures your lips in a kiss.

Nothing has ever felt more right than Polnareff's lips on yours. You wrap your arms around his back, pulling him as close as you possibly can. He parts from you for just a moment to help you sit up a bit, so that he doesn't cause the injury to your midsection any pain. You wince when a particularly sharp pang of pain hits you, and Polnareff softly runs his hand over your hair. After a moment, the feeling dissipates, and you kiss him again.

"Je t'aime," you breathe against his lips, and he smiles. You gently kiss the corner of his mouth and then rest your head on his shoulder. As he presses a kiss to the crown of your head, you whisper, "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime..."

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It's pitch black out as Joseph drives the group's large car down the winding roads to Cairo, with only the faint radio and Avdol's occasional snores to keep him company. He isn't exactly happy about driving in these conditions, but you had needed a few extra hours of bedrest before you could start this little road trip. Every once in a while, he glances at the back seat, and he finds you, Jotaro, and Polnareff all fast asleep.

After a couple hours of driving, Joseph hears someone stir behind him. He glances up at the rearview mirror and watches as Polnareff rubs his eyes and groggily looks to his left. You're sleeping against him, with your head on his shoulder and one arm loosely wrapped around his midsection. Polnareff's mouth turns up in a little smile, and he carefully wraps his arm around your shoulder.

"So I see everything worked out for (Y/N)," Joseph comments. Polnareff looks up at him, surprised and a little embarrassed to find he was being watched, and Joseph just laughs shortly. "I've always known you two were going to end up together. You really are a perfect fit."

Polnareff's face goes red and he looks back at you. "...Yeah. I'm really lucky."

"Oh, I know!" Joseph laughs again, startling Polnareff. "You should've seen (Y/N) last night, pouring over the French language like their life depended on it. They wanted so badly to make you happy after this hell we've been through."

Polnareff almost feels like crying again. He can't believe how truly lucky he is to have found you. "Still," Joseph says, "it's not quite over yet." Polnareff watches Joseph's expression turn somber through the rear-view mirror. "We've still got to kill Dio."

"Yeah." As he gazes down at you, so peaceful in sleep, he feels a fire light in his mind. He'd do anything to keep you alive, and while killing Dio will surely be extremely difficult, he knows he's going to do it - for Joseph, for Jotaro, for Holly Kujo, and for you. "We'll do it. We'll kill him and we'll all be fine."

"You're quite the optimist," Joseph mutters, sighing. "I try to be as well, but I'm worried that our luck so far will finally catch up to us in this final battle."

Polnareff isn't quite sure what to say, but now there's no doubt in his mind that they'll succeed in the fight against Dio. He just sighs, careful not to disturb you, and rests his head against the car window. "Do you want me to stay awake with you?" he asks Joseph.

"No, I'm fine. We'll be there pretty soon." Polnareff nods and shuts his eyes, and Joseph quickly turns his eyes back to the road.

As Polnareff begins to doze off, he gently clasps your hand in his. He hasn't had a home for a long time; ever since he lost his sister, he hasn't known that feeling of having somewhere - or someone - you truly belong with. Now, next to you, he dares to hope he's feeling it again. He's always loved you, he's realizing - you've always made him feel this way, whenever you joked around together or fought side-by-side in battle. Knowing that you feel the same was the best thing that's ever happened to him.

Just before he falls asleep, he whispers a gentle, "I love you." He holds your hand a little tighter and finally drifts off.

Joseph casts one final glance at the two of you in the back seat. Unlike Polnareff, he's a little more worried about the potential outcome of the face-off with Dio. Maybe, though, just maybe - the endless love you two possess for one another will be what wins the fight.

[katsukikitten]

So like a paragraph or two of this was in my drafts and I found it today with no earthly idea of the direction I was goin in. So here is this lol. As usual 18+ warnings are corruption and I'll throw dubcon/ non con in there too just to be safe.

A wall of blue flame encircles you. His hands a vice around your waist, charred cloth and skin burn into your nose and cling your hero suit like incense. You fight the urge to gag, you knew this would happen if your party split up. Despite your pleads and warnings Denki and Kirishima agreed to "cover more ground" in an attempt to fight off and maybe capture a few infamous members of LOV.

But you knew that would never fucking work. The flames of his quirk call to yours, the small white flame the only thing keeping you from burning alive, still sweat rolls down your back

There are no plot twists for you,

You never let life surprise you. So surprise it for once, deviate from the plan.

In a swift motion you turn, pressing your breasts against your assailant. His two toned lips curl upwards in a taunting smile while blazing blue eyes burn into yours. Your mind formulates the plan as you go, knowing that if you did this one little thing, or maybe this one big thing, you'd be able to tilt the scales of fate into your favor.

But the question was did you have the stomach to so it?

Well, you'd have to. Your fire power being swallowed whole by his dancing blue flames, feeding the already intense heat. Sweat follows the length of your spine and dampens your hair as you force yourself onto your tiptoes.

It's just a kiss you remind yourself closing your eyes as your lips touch his. You brace yourself for dry, chapped skin.

Instead both lips are smooth, supple and the groan that escapes his throat sends an impossible shiver down your spine. Kissing him felt like Denki's million volt shot. With bodies acting on your own you shove him against the brick, kissing him hungrily as you become addicted to his taste.

Although he reeks of fresh burns he tastes much different. He tastes like campfire smoke and something sweet, like a marshmallow perfectly roasted. His hot hands trail up your sides and in an instant he has flipped the rolls, pinning you against the unforgiving brick wall. Forcing the breath out of you from the force, he kicks your feet apart to spread your legs before he keeps them separated with his knee. Dwarfing you as he crowds your personal space, eyes sparkling with a threat.

"Little hero, are you trying to seduce me?" His laugh echoes around the alley, hugging you close to him as flames lick at your sides. Your stomach flips from the sound, mouth dry from both the heat and his mouth too close to yours.

You lick your lips, fisting his black jacket as you slowly blink up at him.

"I don't know big bad villain, is it working?" A tease, your voice hushed and hinting at lust. He presses his knee against your sex, grinding it as you bite your lip. Trying not to get too into your act but he doesn't let up, somehow hitting that damned spot until you're starting too see stars and your lip begins to bleed. You try to tilt your hips away from him but his large hands push your hips back into place, he leans in close, voice warm and yet dark.

"We aren't leaving til you cum little hero slut. So if you want me to tell my friends to keep your friends alive, I advise you follow through with your half baked plan." He nips at your ear and when you don't respond he pins your hands above your head in one of his.

"I'd like an answer." He taunts, bumping his knee into you again.

"Okay, okay." You huff out, feeling exhilarated and yet a little slimy all at once.

The disgust dies in your stomach and burns like molten lava in your core as his hands explore your clothed body.

"You really picked the wrong one sweetheart. You wanna know why?" He asks, nervously you shake your head yes, "Because I love to play with my food."

He burns off the crotch of your tight hero suit and yet leaves your skin unmarred. His fingers, hot from his quirk, collect the slick from between your folds. He let's out a groan he hadn't meant to, only having thought of you since the first fight the two of you had, dreaming of white flames dancing with intense blue ones.

He wouldn't dare pass up this opportunity now.

"So wet and for a villain too." He slowly circles your puffy clit, "You're so naughty little hero."

"I- aaahh." He cuts you off by upping his speed, occasionally stopping to slip into your sex just so he can feel you clench around him. He shudders as his mouth finds your throat, sucking and biting at the tender flesh as you cry out into his ear. He strokes the spongy spot within you until you're bucking your hips against his hand.

"You're so desperate you've got to fuck yourself on my fingers huh Princess?" He coos in your ear and you cry out. Losing control on your quirk as his heat calls to you. Slowly white flames form at the base of his, sending his to unprecedented new heights without any effort or exertion of his own.

His skin tingles from the warmth, his cock twitching as he watches you losing the fight, holding back your release and for what?

"Because of status? His body wanted yours and yours his. And he sure as hell noticed how you squeezed him when he gave you that little pet name.

"Have you been neglected Princess?" You mewl at the name, and whine when he withdrawls his fingers from you only to set a deadly pace against your clit. Rubbing against you vigorously until you're clutching at him. Legs shaking as you lose the ability to stand as the coil in your stomach threatens to snap.

Should you, should you cum for a villain? What would your teammates say? Would they look at you less for actually enjoying this man toying with you? Like a cat would a mouse.

"Tell me who this pretty pussy belongs to."

Morals be fucking damned, you were doing what you set out to do when you were trapped.

You were surprising life for once. Silently you made a promise to yourself as you came. From this moment on you wouldn't bite back your venom to spare someone's feelings, you wouldn't hold back your quirk when your flames begged to consume, and you wouldn't let another person strike your ire without them tasting white hot flame. They would burn if the crossed you.

Just as you felt like you were burning now, your white flames licking up your frame and his as the two fired intermingled. Stoking your orgasm as he pushed you through one, no two, no you're beginning to lose count as he forces your legs open, fingers poised over an abused clit. And he does so while you shake, clenching around nothing and crying out his name as if it were a prayer.

"Dabi, Dabiiii, DABIIII. " You cry until a clear liquid splashes agaisnt his wrist and jacket as you helplessly convulse before your body begins to go limp. Dabi groans from the sight, damning the promise he kept himself to take you later. His weeping cock and your flames caressing his shoulders will not allow it. He unsheaths himself using his hand covered in your slick to pump from his tip to his shaft.

Without warning or tenderness he slams himself into you causing you to cry out again. Giving you a moment to adjust to him as he presses you against the scratching brick wall, totally holding up all of your weight. You cling to him with shaking arms as you wait for him to move, rasping out his name desperate for that godly friction.

"Da-Dabiii." Your cunt twitches at the sound of name and the own lust of your voice.

"No Princess, call me Touya."