#I only just got out here again because of a tummy ache this sucks so bad…

[tariah23]

The pool is about to close

[1d1195]

Sunflower - Extra I

Read Sunflower here | ~2.3k words

From Me: This is mostly dialogue. I thought it was cute 🤷‍♀️

Warnings: fluffy and maybe a tiny bit of angst.

Summary: Harry reminisces on their first date. How badly he wanted to kiss her and know everything about her.

“History.”

He smiled. One question answered.

Only a thousand or so more to go.

His head rested on her stomach, nestled against her soft shirt. Harry loved looking at her, but it was good he was tucked into her embrace because she was so gorgeous it still made him tongue tied sometimes. “Why?”

“I loved the content, I just sucked at remembering the details. I never remembered names or countries that were involved in a conflict. It’s all just vague ideas and things. Dates, though. I was good at memorizing dates. Probably because it was numbers. Battles and locations? Not a clue. I sucked.”

He chuckled. “What’s your favorite candle scent?”

If anyone had told her that Harry enjoyed being snuggly and being the little spoon months ago while he was visiting the bistro, she wouldn’t have believed you. But here he was. His ear pressed to her tummy, his hands wrapped under her back, and her fingers combing through his hair. He was making her body about a thousand degrees warmer, but she didn’t care. It was nice. Like a blanket. Having Harry so close was a dream come true. “The candles they put out for fall in stores. Anything that smells like a campfire or apples. Or both.”

He closed his eyes unable to believe how lucky he was to hold her like this. His legs dangled off the side of her couch and he nodded tiredly against her. He had a tremendously long day at the office. They were supposed to leave in a few minutes to go get dinner—one of their only date nights, but he didn’t want to move. The way her fingers touched his scalp lightly scratching and massaging an itch he didn’t even know existed. Staying in seemed better. But she was all dressed up. Her makeup so pretty and flawless amplifying how beautiful she looked.

He couldn’t not show her off. Even if she was all his anyway.

Her stomach grumbled beneath his ear. “Gotta feed you, hmm?”

“It’s okay,” she mumbled softly. “We can stay in,” she suggested, nudged her feet until he heard one of her shoes fall to the floor and then the other.

He shook his head sitting up. His face was instantly colder than he wanted it to be. His arms ached to hold her close again even though they had been snuggled up for hours. She smiled that beautiful smile that made him so happy he could have stared at her for ages.

How lucky was he that he got to be so close to her.

*

Their first date, Harry showed up an hour early because he was so anxious and excited. He apologized profusely, but she didn't mind. "You'll just have to watch me get ready," she warned him. So he did. He watched her curl her hair and put on makeup in awe. But most importantly, she really didn’t mind in the slightest. She simply directed him to sit on the toilet seat lid and told him to be patient while she got even prettier (his words not hers).

Of course, he was in awe because watching her was his favorite movie. It was like watching an artist painting the next Sistine Chapel. Her smile met his eyes no less than twenty times in the mirror as she worked and while they chatted.

He didn’t need to ask what kind of shampoo she used because he could see it through the glass enclosure around her shower. Something floral and light that permeated when he got close to her. When her curling iron released steam from the product she used in tandem with the sweet-smelling scent. It made him feel completely relaxed even though he was still so nervous.

“What’s your favorite song?” He asked while she did her mascara. She grinned again, shyly.

“I’m more of a favorite of a week kind of song lover.”

“This week?” He wondered.

She tilted her head. “State Lines by Novo Amor.”

“Pretty,” he nodded. “Sad, no?”

She shrugged. “I think it’s hopeful.”

“Hopeful?” he repeated. “They’re in love but they’re in a long-distance relationship and s’literally creating distance between them emotionally,” he frowned. It was a sad song for her to love so much. It was pretty, probably good to listen to if she was feeling down or needed a nap. She turned around to look at him head on, with a smirk, without the mirror to play the go between. It was full eye contact. Her pretty, stunning eyes that made him tongue tied. The smile that made his heart skip a beat. Her entire presence the reason he had spent hundreds maybe thousands of dollars at the bistro over the last four months with the prettiest, brightest flower known to man on every surface of the place.

“The ending,” she said simply. “Extremely hopeful. He wants it to work.”

Harry knew the feeling. Suddenly it was his favorite song too.

*

“Why did y’pick finance?” He asked. They were at dinner when he asked. Not The Sunflower Bistro. Harry did suggest eating there. It was an important place to him after all. But she insisted elsewhere. Mainly for fear that Niall or Jake would make her crazy or embarrassed. It wouldn’t be good for her mental sanity for a first date. Plus, if he was honest, Harry was still a bit jealous of Jake even though he knew he didn’t need to be. But he didn’t want to test his own luck with his emotions. Nor did he want to share his very sweet date with anyone. Even if it was only due to her politeness that would keep them talking to her as they served them.

“I love numbers, and I liked economics in high school and found something so fascinating about the ebb and flow of money. I know that makes me sound money hungry but it’s not. I’ve been applying to a ton of nonprofit organizations. I want to work for a company that wants to help people. I want to make sure kids have school lunches and that elderly people have a place to live that won’t cost an arm and a leg.”

Tongue-tied. So completely, totally, tongue-tied. There was no way anyone this sweet would want to be with Harry. He worked for a big scary corporate job and was probably the exact opposite of what she wanted. “Are you okay?” She asked.

He nodded, then shook his head while clearing his throat. How embarrassing would it be if he couldn’t talk to her on their first date because he was so goddamn in love with her? “How many siblings do y’have?” He needed a safer topic. One that wasn’t going to make him fall in love with her so readily.

“Just one. We’re not very close, but I wish we were. I’d still kill for him. But he’s still in high school and I’m finishing college. I’m hoping when we’re older we’ll get closer.”

“My sister and I are closer now that we’re older. I imagine I was a pain in her butt when we were younger. When she was a teen, and I was an annoying little kid.”

“I bet she loved you still. There’s six years between us, I loved the crap out of him even when I wanted to tear his head off.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re nicer than Gemma.”

She smiled and sipped her drink. Harry wanted to know everything about her. Every seemingly trivial piece of information there was to know. It felt like if he didn’t know he would explode. It was like he was studying for an exam, and she was every answer. All the months he spent in his regular booth twice a week, he felt like he learned nothing. Now he was trying to cram for some made up test and nothing about his line of questions made sense.

“What kind of music do y’listen t’when you’re cooking?”

“Like this classic rock radio station that my dad listened to my entire childhood. It’s super nostalgic but it’s like a hug when I’m alone cooking for myself,” she wrinkled her nose. “It’s kind of lame, isn’t it?”

He shook his head. “No, s’nice,” he smiled. “Send me the station so I can listen too,” he suggested.

Her head tilted; her eyes thoughtful as she grinned back at him. As much as he wanted to know everything about her, he would have loved to stare at her just as much. He opened his mouth to ask another question but fortunately the waiter interrupted.

It probably wasn’t appropriate to ask her how many kids she wanted on a first date.

*

Harry walked her to the door feeling more anxious than when he came to pick her up. He was supposed to kiss her. Supposed to. But how could he? How could he do that if he was worried he would drool in her mouth or if he would do it wrong and ruin it? If he ruined it, she would never go on another date with him. After all that, all the stuff he learned about her, it seemed cruel for his anxiety to ruin the end of the night.

“I had a really nice time,” her voice was soft as they shared the top step of the stoop outside her apartment. A one bedroom in a small duplex house. Her friend lived on the other side, and she was glad there wasn’t a car in her driveway to make her feel exposed.

“Good,” he bit his lip. “I... I guess I’ll let y’go. I know y’work a double tomorrow.”

Was that disappointment in her eyes? “Oh... yeah. Yeah, I do,” Her face fell ever so slightly. If Harry wasn’t so entranced he would have missed it for sure. Leaning in he pressed his lips to her cheek. Her skin was so soft and he was so nervous he was going to linger and act like a creep.

“Good night,” he murmured.

“Good night,” Harry turned the second the word left her mouth. He walked to his car feeling like an idiot. He closed his eyes as he touched the car handle and then there was a touch on his back. “I’m sorry!” She blurted then looked up at the sky and winced. “Jesus, I’m so sorry,” she croaked.

Harry blinked. “Sorry?” He questioned.

“Yes, so sorry. I feel like I ruined our first date. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I lost an hour of prep time and I’m not blaming you. I was so happy to have you around for an extra hour but I didn’t get to think about what I wanted to ask or say. Then you just asked all these really sweet and thoughtful questions. I didn’t ask you one question about yourself, Harry. Not one I don’t know why you even stayed the whole time, I feel so terrible. I don’t know what happened and I’m sad you didn’t want to kiss me because of it—”

Harry was in awe, but he wasn’t someone that liked to inflict pain on others. So he cupped either side of her jaw and kissed her. Just pressed his lips to hers and ran his thumb along her cheek as he did. She grabbed one of his elbows and sank into the kiss as well. Her lips returning the pressure perfectly. There wasn’t too much drool and he didn’t ruin it. He pulled back and her eyelids fluttered open. Her cheek was warm beneath his thumb. If it was a bit lighter out, he imagined a pretty blush bloomed across her cheeks.

“I really wanted t’kiss you,” he murmured. “Can I kiss y’again?”

She nodded mutely, her eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his mouth back to hers, one hand moving from her jaw to the back of her neck before it smoothed down her spine and he pulled her closer to him by pressing against the small of her back. He kissed her softly again restraining the moan that begged to come from his throat. When he pulled away again, he swallowed.

“Y’didn’t do anything wrong. M’so... tongue tied over you. I want t’know everything ‘bout you. I was trying so hard not t’let the conversation die because I didn’t want you t’think I was stupid. Or boyish and only obsessed with how pretty y’looked—which y’did, by the way. You look stunning,” her smile looked equal parts relieved and adorable. “I didn’t even notice y’didn’t ask a question.”

“We talked all the time at Sunflower.”

“I think it was different when I was jus’ a customer, kitten,” he shrugged. “Y’flitted about and chatted so easily because it was your job. M’glad y’were nervous. Means it wasn’t a chore for you t’go out with me.”

She giggled and Harry wondered if he could record the sound, and have it play in his headphones while he fell asleep. “I want to know everything about you, Harry. I’m sorry I didn’t ask more questions.”

“You don’t have t’be sorry, love,” he assured her, kissed the top of her head and pulled her into his embrace and leaned against his car as he held her. “You could ask them on the next date?” He offered as a question.

“Yes,” she nodded against his body. “A next date for sure.”

*

“What are you thinking about?” She whispered. “You’ve got this dreamy look in your eye.”

Did he? How long had he been staring off thinking about their first date. Poor thing had to be starving, and he was just lying there, keeping her trapped in his arms while he pictured their first two kisses. “Nothing,” he shook his head.

“Thinking of your other girlfriend?” She wrinkled her nose. Harry snorted.

“Don’t be ridiculous, kitten,” he rolled his eyes and kissed her forehead before he sat up shifting to hold her on his lap as if she weighed no more than a basket of laundry. “You’re the only girl for me.”

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[judeswhore]

this video sparked something inside of me

18+, minors dni

“missed you so much,” levi’s voice was strained, his tone a little lower in pitch as he sunk his cock into you for the first time in three weeks, pressed his hips forward until he was buried balls deep in your warmth. he stilled for a few moments, panted heavily in your ear and you knew he was fighting for composure, the muscles in his arms flexing when you ran your hands over them. “forgot how fucking good you feel.”

his words went straight to your pussy, sent another flood of wetness over his cock and pulled a soft whimper from your throat. three weeks apart was making everything more intense, had your body feeling extra sensitive beneath your boyfriends and part of you knew neither of you were going to last very long. levi drew his hips back, only pulled halfway out of you before pushing back in and the moan you let out was almost drowned out by his deep groan.

“baby,” you keened, nails sinking into his shoulders, head tipping back into the pillows as he adopted a slow, toe curling pace. the drag and pull of his cock against your walls was almost lazy, he was taking his time, letting you adjust to the dull ache that came with him stretching you out. your pussy clung to him, reshaping to take his cock fully and the way his tip nudged at your cervix had your breath hitching. you’d half forgotten what it felt like to have him so deep inside of you. “you’re so big.”

levi’s head lifted from where he’d had it tucked away in your neck and his wrecked expression almost knocked the wind out of you. the knot of pleasure between his eyebrows and the dark of his eyes was stupidly attractive, made your tummy dip and your clit ache, hips shifting upwards in search of more contact. he kept up his slow thrusts, one hand coming up to cup your jaw and tilt your mouth closer to his. he kissed you softly.

“i know, sweetheart, but you’re taking it so well. missed how good you are f’me.” he licked into your mouth, tongue urging your lips further open and you swallowed his low moan eagerly, desperate to hear more. you’d had nothing but your imagination and old videos for the last few weeks, the occasional dirty phone call here and there that just wasn’t the same. you’d missed how good he felt, how pretty he sounded when he got all whiney and you were determined to have him whimpering in your ear.

the tip of his cock nudged your sweet spot on a particularly good roll of his hips and it was you who gave a pathetic whine, back arching from the bed until your tits were pressed firmly against his chest. he gave a quiet grunt in reply because your cunt had squeezed tight around him, a fresh wave of arousal making a mess of his cock and dripping down onto his sheets. you were ridiculously wet, soaked to the point your boyfriend could fuck into you with little resistance, the slick noises of him filling you up bouncing around the bedroom.

“fuck, do that again, baby. you’re- fuck - you’re incredible.” he whimpered against your lips, eyes falling closed as that crease of pleasure got deeper between his brows. you did as you were told, tightening your walls around him, pussy sucking his cock back in each time he drew his hips back, desperate not to let him leave. “yeah, just like that.”

the sound of his hips hitting yours and the echo of both of your moans grew progressively louder, a clear sign you were both hurtling closer to the edge. levi’s cock twitched inside of you, the arm resting beside your head starting to tremble with the effort of keeping himself up. the angle of his hips shifted and he lifted himself up a little more, pressed his free hand against your thigh to pin it further open. then his head was dipping and you knew he watching his cock sliding in and out of you. a deep moan vibrated in his chest, his pace picking up just slightly, tip of his cock bullying against your sweet spot until you were trembling beneath him.

“look how pretty you are, baby. pussy looks so fucking pretty, she’s just making a mess of my cock, bet she missed me, hm?” he was starting to ramble, babbling praise about how pretty you are and how good you’re taking him, his hips faltering ever so slightly as his orgasm started to build. your own wasn’t far away, thighs shaking when levi let go of the one he’d been holding and instead snuck his hand into the minimal space between your bodies.

the rough pad of his thumb found your clit and you swore, head tipping back and levi used the opportunity to attach his lips to your throat. teeth scraped across the soft skin, bit down and sucked marks that he soothed with the warmth of his tongue, each action making it harder to think. pleasure coiled in the pit of your tummy, grew tighter with each expert circle of your boyfriend’s thumb on your clit and each drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.

“y’gonna cum f’me? cum on my cock and make me proud.” he let out a string of moans and whimpers against your jaw, his lips working there way up to yours and he kissed you just as the dam of pleasure broke. you came around him with a soft cry, nails biting into his skin and most definitely leaving marks, back arching as you trembled. he fucked you down into the mattress, hips picking up their pace as he chased his own orgasm, desperate now to fill you.

levi’s mouth hovered over yours, lips parted as he drank in your wrecked noises, the pleasure too much for you it was impossible to keep kissing him. words of praise left him, compliments that only seemed to prolong the aftershocks of your orgasm, made your body flush and your pussy clench, so warm and wet and tight around levi’s cock that it took only moments before he was twitching and fucking you full of cum.

he dropped his face back into your neck, his whimpers sending goosebumps across your skin as you held him, rubbed his back as he shook on top of you. he’d almost completely collapsed onto your body, bones weak as he emptied himself into you with slow lazy pumps of his hips. you left wet kisses over his shoulder, tried to catch your breath as he tried to come back to earth, both of you so wrecked it was impossible to speak.

[just-a-sewer-goblin]

Simon x gn!reader

Read the Modern Warfare: Ghost comics yesterday and they poked my brain in some spots. They inspired this, because yes Simon sexy; big man makes brain go brrr but what if Simon says no?

Warnings: heated make out session, not proofread and it's late so it sucks

Simon moans under you as you kiss him, the sound making your body ache with need. It echoes in your ribcage making your heart flutter and frantically beat against your ribs, trying to get to Simon.

Your bodies are pressed against each other and you already feel lightheaded when you haven't even taken your clothes off.

But Simon is shirtless and all that skin under your hands drives you insane while you're making out. Tongues lazily intertwining, rubbing together, creating that delicious friction that makes you pant.

Simons pupils are blown wide as he looks up at you on his lap. You can feel how affected he is by you as well and it increases your desire tenfold.

You think you'll go crazy if you don't get the clothes separating you two out of the way. Your entire body is calling out to the man under you and you need to do something about it before you lose your mind.

Slowly you move your hand over his pecs, dipping your head to follow that path with your lips and tongue, marking his skin while you're at it.

Simon makes a sound that's half a whimper, half a moan and it makes you bite down on his pec which in turn gets an actual whimper out of him.

You look up at him and he's thrown his head back, watching you through almost closed eyes, burning you with his desire.

His chest is heaving and his harsh pants of air are actually audible. You have never seen him so wrecked before and you can't wait to ruin him when he moans your name. And your hips twitch in response.

Th reaction only seems to fuel his desire more and he bites his lip trying to stifle the sounds he's making.

Your hand continues its path down his tummy towards his pants where your reward awaits. Your heart speeds up as you get to his waistband.

It's such a tiny moment you would have missed it if you were less aware of every single movement of Simon.

Just for a second he goes stiff and then relaxes again.

Your hand stills. Your eyes trail up from his crotch again to meet his eyes. There's a tightness around his mouth that doesn't sit well with you.

He's the picture of relaxation, but it's not real anymore. His eyes are wide open, you can see the muscles in his arms flex, even as he keeps them down, seemingly open and relaxed.

You sit back on his thighs, ceasing all other movement.

"Tell me, baby.", you gently encourage.

Simon shakily exhales, puts his hand over yours, that's still sitting just over his waistband and moves your hand back up to his chest.

You can feel his heart hammering under your palm and it doesn't feel like desire anymore. It feels like a hectic little animal being chased. It feels like anxiety and slight panic.

He stays quiet, not moving a muscle and you match him, gently stroking your thumb over his skin, scooting closer again, so you're not half bent over from where you tried to get to his zipper.

"I don't... I'm sorry, 'luv.", he whispers roughly and you smile. A sad smile but it's gentle and you can feel Simons heart slow down under your palm at your smile.

"It's okay. No need to apologize."

His other hand finds your neck and he draws you in until your foreheads touch and you can feel his shaky breath on your lips.

One of your hands mimics his, while the other one stays on his chest, his skin warm and scarred against yours.

Gently you squeeze the back of his neck. "We're okay." You whisper and you can feel him finally relax again.

You know there's so much he probably feels like saying but as he so often does he lets the silence speak for him.

Luckily you've gotten fluent in Simon's silence over the time.

"I don't care, baby. I only care about you being here with me. My needs can be taken care of in other ways. We don't need that to be close. We've got our own ways."

Instead of answering, he kisses you again and you arch your back so all of you is pressed to him.

It has nothing of the desperation of earlier even if the heat is still simmering deep in your belly.

It's all comfort and closeness now.

He cups your face, as if you're the most precious thing he's ever held and you smile into the kiss.

"How can you be so... so... good?", he asks. If you didn't know him as well as you did you would have missed the way his voice sounds slightly choked up.

"I love you.", is your simple answer and he shakes his head.

"I don't get it. Why are you not sick o' me? Why haven't ya found someone who can do normal shit."

You smile, peck his lips and try to pull back, which turns into him holding you close and deepening the kiss before you attempt to pull back again. He doesn't let you and you grin into the kiss. Finally he lets you go, both of you laughing quietly.

"I will never be sick of you. I don't need anything but you. And you are enough, exactly as you are, right now in this moment. You've always been enough."

You can see his eyes widen as your words hit him, his hands find your hips and hike you up a bit more and then he hides his face in your chest, his arms around you, chrushing you to him

If the way his fingers dig into your skin is slightly painful you don't comment on it. You bring your arms up and hold him just as tightly.

[honeyshiddendesire]

Pet Name Headcanon List

Benn Beckman x female reader - doll

@zorolux hope you like it

Warnings: daddy kink, blow job, deep throating/gagging/choking, hair pulling,face sitting, sloppy pussy eating, Benn’s smokin his cig as you suck his dick 

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“That’s it doll all the way down.” Benn grunts as his hand is tightly wound around your hair in a makeshift ponytail, his hips meeting your face halfway forcing his girth down your warm throat. Hearing your gag made him hiss and seeing your tears at your lash line only made him bully more of his cock in your mouth till the tip poked the back. “Fuck that’s it doll, love hearing you get all sloppy for daddy. A beautiful thing like you deserves a reward after this so don’t worry daddy’s gonna take care of you.”  

Benn’s head tipped back and free hand removed his cigarette to ash it before it dropped on your pretty head, a moan leaving you as you stared up at the handsome man that fucked into your wet throat. “Mmm~” You moan, making him hiss again before putting his cigarette back in his mouth using both hands to rapidly thrust into your mouth, gagging you even more. “Daddy’s good doll. Fuck atta girl, swallow every last bit. Nnngh~” Benn’s moans are deep as he shoots his thick load down your throat, holding you still till you’re gagging and forced to take every drop. 

Pulling you off his cock with a loud ‘pop’ you stick your tongue out for the man to examine before a proud smirk crosses over his handsome features that you loved so much. “D-did I do a good job daddy?” You breath out heavily and he only winks at you caressing your drool stained cheek. “Oh baby doll, you did better than good and I think you deserve a reward because of it.” His words make you nod as you stand up quickly making the older man laugh a bit. “Eager ain’t you doll.”

“Mmhmm~ c-can you eat me out…please?” You question with a small smile that has him grinning before putting his cigarette in the ashtray. “Oh absolutely doll, come ride my face as long as you want.” Laying down against the bed you smile happily as you rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, his strong arms yanking you towards him impatiently. “Come here and let daddy have a taste of you doll. Got me all excited now.”

His words made you giddy as you crawled up his body, his hand swatting your ass when you decided to hover even for a second longer than he wanted you to. “Sit down, doll you know I can handle you.” You let out a satisfied moan as his strong hands pulled you down by your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh making you whine. “Ugh yes daddy-fuck~” Your head tipping back as you ran your fingers in his soft hair making him groan into your cunt that he wasted no time in devouring. 

Skilled tongue diving between your folds to plunge into your slippery hole, swirling around as his nose nudged at your aching clit making you whine louder for him, his hands going to grip at your ass making you grind on his face. Despite you being above him, Benn always controlled the pace, it’s just who he was and you weren’t complaining. “F-fuck daddy feels so good when you do that!” You moan as you grind down harder making him groan into your juicy caverns. Pulling back just the slightest bit and messily kiss at your thighs before sucking your clit into his mouth, intense gaze finding yours in a second. You felt your legs shake as the coil in your tummy only wound up tighter making him wink up at you, his hands supporting your lower back when you started to arch. 

“Come on doll. Give it to me.” Benn mumbles into your cunt making you gasp not expecting him to speak the words into your sensitive pussy. He spit, sucked and lapped at your wetness as messily as possible until you were trembling above him just how he liked to see you. Tongue circling your clit before sucking on it again, moans slipping from your parted lips had him squeezing at your flesh harder, hands moving up to your neglected breast that bounced. He spelled his name on your cunt because he owned it and you couldn’t help but grind down on him further because of it. His tongue lapping up everything you gave to him with a deep and satisfied moan.  “Shi~ d-daddy fuckfuckfuck I’m gonna cum! That feels too good.” 

Slapping your ass a bit in his response as he only ate you out more like a starving man you couldn’t help but grip his hair tighter keeping him in place as you gushed down on the handsome man. “Yes~!” Your cry bounced off the wall making his eyes roll back, he just loved eating his one and only baby doll out, especially when she looked so pretty cumming the way she did for him. Sucking on your clit till you were pulling his hair to remove yourself you were met with his mischievous smirk. “Awe come on doll don’t tell me daddy wore you out already. Cause I think you’re just being greedy, let me see if you got another one in there.” 

And another orgasm turned to two, then three, then you don’t even know how many before he was fucking your brains out into the mattress, “See I knew you were holding out on me doll.” Benn finally breathes out as you both laid in bed sweaty and most definitely satisfied, a cloud of smoke leaving his mouth like a sexy dragon. Benn was a quiet man but he certainly knew his way around a lady, luckily that lady was you.

[toji-bunny-girl]

CONTENTS— swearing, supa bratty!reader (idk, kinda like powy), dom!aki, kinda ooc aki but wtv 👆👆, tw!Makima, smut, angst, cry baby reader, jealousy, brat taming, spanking, teasing, fingering, orgasm denial A/N— repost cuz it got flagged 🤮 👩‍🦽💨💨

“You’re acting like a freaking brat,” Aki mumbled into your ear, large hands grabbing your arm as his weight pushed you against the wall. Clicking your tongue, you tried to buck against his tightening hold—which only ended up futile.

“Get off, bastard!” you huffed, giving up trying to free yourself from him as you turned your head to face the wall, refusing to let him see the prickling tears in your eyes. 

“Makima-san gave you a life here, and yet how could you treat her like that?“ you didn’t need to look at him to know that he’s already got a frown plastered on his face. 

Makima this, Makima that. It’s like she’s the only one on his mind, and you hated the thought of it. You just got tired of how he wags his tail at her as if he’s her dog and was slightly annoyed at them. And now he’s getting all protective over her?

“Fuck you, and fuck Makima! Fuck everyone! I hate my life!” you wailed, letting your tears and jealousy flow out in front of Aki. You don’t even care anymore about acting cool, you just couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“—39!” you choked back your tears as another sharp slap rang in the bedroom, your skin going numb and your body jerking from Aki’s ruthless palm as he strikes yet again onto your flesh, peppered with painful red marks. There you were over his lap, with your skirt pulled over to reveal your bare and swollen ass while you were made to count your punishment.

“Are you going to apologise to Makima-san tomorrow?” his cool voice contrasted with the burning sting he afflicted onto you, as if he has no problem giving you such harsh punishment.

“Yeah, I’m gonna go to her and tell her to suck my dick,” the defiance was still unyielding in you, albeit you didn’t want to be punished any longer. But to be reminded with every throb on your skin that you’re in this situation because of her, it does nothing but make you despise Makima even more.

Aki sighed, shifting your weight on his lap while you stared hard at your puddle of tears on the ground. “She’s kind and gentle. So why would you treat her with such disrespect?”

“Well, I don’t get why you like her so much. All you do is bark or fetch whenever she wants you to!” you sobbed, vision beginning to blur with a different kind of tears, not from physical ache but the one brimming inside your chest. “When are you going to like me then?”

Silence served in the air before you managed yourself off of Aki’s lap, wobbly legs making themselves towards the door until a sudden pull brought you into his arms.

“Are you saying that I’m Makima-san’s mutt?” his breath tickled your skin as he whispered low against the back of your neck, the cool scent of his filling up your nostrils as the blush on your cheeks grew thick.

His hands found themselves resting on your thigh and another on your tummy, smoothing over the skin where his long fingers could stroke. Shock took over every nerve of your body, making it almost impossible to move while your heart twisted and squeezed in all burning ways.

“Not gonna come back with another snarky remark?” you didn’t need to turn your head to know that there was a smirk on his lips and if it was any other day, any other situation, and a normal you—you would’ve tried anything to wipe that triumphant smile off his face.

After all, what could you do in this circumstance surrounded by his warmth and scent? “Y-You—” you tried to speak but embarrassingly found yourself only capable of stuttering out your words.

Just as you were about the turn your head to glare at him, he suddenly crashed his lips onto you, and all angry fronts fell apart at once. You let him shift your body to straddle him, immersed in the way his plump lips felt and the minty taste of him while his hands wandered over your body.

“Aki…” you moaned his name when your lips parted, the air heavy and hot as you blinked at him through your eyelids, intoxicated from the kiss.

He only sucked the air through his teeth in return, palming your ass from underneath your skirt and smoothing his hand over your aching skin. His lips trailed up your neck and a shiver slithered along your back as you threw your head back into the air. Slipping off your top, Aki’s breath hit your chest the moment you revealed yourself bare to him, the hair on your skin standing tall before he let his tongue twirl and flick your nipple, his fingers busy rolling your other bud.

“Fuck,” you breathed, locking your hands around his neck. Peering down at him, his gaze caught yours and a blush grew crimson on your cheeks. The man you’ve always liked now pleasuring your body with such expertise, centralised on hearing you moan his name from his touch.

Lifting you to have you lay on the bed, Aki’s hand reached between your thighs, rubbing against your panties before his thumb drew slow circles on your clit. Your arms brought him closer to your face by his neck, drawing out moans against his lips before nipping his lower one when his finger quickened.

A soft frown itched itself between your eyebrows when he paused in a sudden, a slight annoyance blooming inside your chest from a missed orgasm. He pulled his body away from you before his hands tugged the waistband of your panties down and off your ankles, his tongue swiping across his lips to wet them as he inhaled the sight of you lying almost naked in front of him.

A spark of lust danced in his dark eyes as he watched the perverted look on your face—hazy eyes blinking up at him with tears still clinging onto your eyelashes, your lips swollen as an evidence of his kiss.

Moving forward to hover over you, Aki slipped two long fingers of his into you while noting the way you sink your teeth into your bottom lip, your chest tugging upwards into the air in a sharp inhale.

“Haah—” you gasped when his digits started moving in and out of you, slowly rubbing over the sloppy walls of your cunt and the soft spot deep inside. Your thighs tried to clamp close when his pace fastened after a few long strokes, your sensitivity growing to the brim after his fingers unrelentingly stroke your g-spot over and over again. But you were simply in no match with Aki’s strength when his hand grabbed one of your thighs still, making you capable of only crying and screaming aloud.

“Please, Aki! M’gonna cum!” the sheets was crumpled up in your hands as you arched your back, tears of pleasure prickling at the ends of your eyes, a strong wave of orgasm building up inside your tummy. All you needed was the last push to have it all wash over you, just a little bit more to send your mind blank.

Yet instead of another promised stroke, all you got was the absence of his digits in your needy cunt, dripping and yearning for something. Then as you lifted your head to glance at Aki, all you see was another smirk on his face—

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.”

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[star-dust-stuf]

The Beatles period comfort hcs

warnings: mentions of blood, vomiting

a/n: again, me being a hopeless romantic may it spread through the scrolls of tumblr bcs why not?! Not my gifs, as always, enjoy loves!

Gogi

oh nawww!

it would break his heart to see you in such a situation

he never wants you to feel as though you can’t talk to him about it and never wants you to think any lower of yourself

he always brings you blankets and a heating pad

he’d help you in the bath, make the cramps go away

he understands the pain and knows it’s absolutely horrid

baby tries his best to fill you up, keep you hydrated

mood swings, he goes on with them never gets mad if you tend to start a fight or if you just need a good cry

dear lord this man is over the moon for you, rubbing your belly through your cramps

singing his song to you, soft voice and slow guitar “here comes the sun and I say, it’s alright”

he can’t help but be a bit snappy when you ask if you’re fat “babe, it’s okay to feel that way, you’re bloated!” or “eat whatever the hell you want!”

“here, squeeze my hand, love” he’s never been around real pain before, seeing you in it breaks his heart and he tries anything to help you relieve it

queue the clap for baby gogi because girls, admit it he is the painkiller

Ringooo

he’s so proud when you make it through each day

he’s never really seen anyone in any physical pain so if he’s a bit shaken up to see you crying in a ball, tell him it’s alright

little bean has it bad for you, so bad he wishes he could take all your pain and put it in a jar

he may not look it, but man’s would beat up anyone who’d make fun of you for your period or say that it can’t even hurt that bad

he hums to you through the nausea and if you do end up puking, god this man

he rubs your back, tummy, puts your hair up, *crying*

he makes you comfy, sings you tunes and hums louder through each aching cramp

“keep a hold of my hand and just breathe.” *screams*

he makes sure you’re hydrated and fed well. he understands if eating is the las thing you want but he got you chocolate ice cream… so

“I’d like to be- under the sea” he sings as he rocks you in his arms, your in his lap and just being there makes you feel ten times better

cramps are not fun and he knows, he knows because of that face you make

he laughs when you make jokes “do you need anything, love?” he’d ask “a gun” you’d reply

he lets you play with his fingers and his rings as his hand rests on your belly

high expectations and that’s ok, pain isn’t worth the shame keep on, keep on

Jon

he is your sunshine, your only sunshine

he knows it’s that time when you walk out of the bathroom with a giant ‘diaper’ on

“come here sunshine, get warm!” He snuggles you, makes you feel loved

this man- this man is the reason you don’t mind having a period anymore, he makes it less sucky

he makes you a warm bath to sooth your aching body, he sits outside the tub, hand in yours

hes the type of guy to put your pad in your underwear before you get out, few it’s just too much work!

If you are having bad pms let me tell you, he’s head over heels

pms, he knows it’s all mixed up inside and he comforts you even if it all comes out in clumps

he sings to you of course “i love you, yeah yeah yeah, I love you”

sleeping with pain sucks so he lends himself for your body pillow

throwing up is the fear, but he’s there, coaching your breathing, holding your hair back, putting a wet cloth on your neck

you play with his hair as he puts his head on your stomach hoping the pressure will help the cramps

top it with a cherry, kiss him

Paulie

bby is so good with that time of the month

he gets you anything, anything! pads, tampons, hot water bottle, blankets, snacks

he knows what you’re thinking, “am I fat?” he’d go absolutely crazy

“eat whatever, and how much you want!” he’d make sure you’re hydrated too

he also sings to you, of course, nice and soft, he knows you have a headache, “oh darling, please believe me- ill never do you no harm”

he makes you a warm shower, or bath if you prefer, he helps you in and out

he’s the kind of guy to light some candles, perhaps do some yoga if your feeling it teaches you some tricks to help the pain

he’s not squeamish, if he sees some blood where it shouldn’t be he won’t get mad at you “darling, it’s out of your control, don’t cry!”

in a snap of a finger he has you spilling your feelings, he doesn’t want you to bottle it up, it will only make your mood swings worse

feeling nauseous is the worse, he understands but he keeps you busy, focusing on something else, like playing with his hair

if out of the sudden you just grab his hand, leg, arm he lets you do whatever to cope

baby loves you and is always there

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 21 - Amazon Position]

Pairing: Good Boy!Seokjin x GFD!Reader

Kinks: protected vaginal sex, oral (f.receiving), multiple orgasms, praise, nippleplay & sucking, sensory deprivation, handjob, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (m.receiving), Jinnie being a whiney mess, giggly aftercare

Wordcount: 4.9k

a/n: i feel like irl!jinnie is actually into getting folded in half during sex, he gives me those vibes. and i am loving that he does fnadsf. also the domestic softness in this has me swooning omfg have fun besties 🖤

Seokjin lifts his head from between your legs, brown hair ruffled and puffy lips drenched in your sweetness. He is breathing heavily, fingers groping the soft flesh of your thighs.

“Fucking hell”, you get out and sigh, rolling your head to the side in exhaustion. Your head is pounding and your pussy is throbbing as a result of your orgasm dying down slowly.

“One more?” he asks, eyes glued to your puffy, wet lips and tongue aching for another taste of them.

“Just…” you spread your legs further, “...don't ask, do it.”

Seokjin goes down on you with a moan, eyes falling closed in bliss and fingers slipping back inside just to curl right against your g-spot. It is so swollen and sensitive already, courtesy of the five orgasms he has tickled out of you by now. Number six is very well on its way and knowing your terribly hot boyfriend, it won’t be the last of this morning.

“Mhhhm fucking hell”, you groan, chasing him just as much as you are fleeing him. You love and hate this. You are in heaven and hell. Your clit is so incredibly sensitive that even just the slightest touch of his tongue makes you flinch and yet you don’t want him to stop. Riding on overstimulation is so goddamn addicting with Seokjin.

Seokjin soothes you with soft kisses each time you flinch, slowing down his tempo until your thighs stop trembling and your tummy stops clenching. And only then he begins anew, dancing his warm tongue over your clit while his fingers move against your g-spot. 

Seokjin woke up horny today. He couldn’t even deny it with the huge morning wood he was sporting. Now bear in mind, Seokjin is sporting a proud boner on most mornings, but today it was of horny nature and not just a simple natural reaction. You decided to wear the socks he got for you for your anniversary last week and you looked so goddamn sexy in them that Seokjin couldn’t help but ask you in his sweetest voice if he could have you. You said yes of course because Seokjin is incredible in whatever he does in bed and you were horny yourself. No particular reason other than that you are dating the most handsome and sexiest man in history and his slightly raspy morning voice did way too many things to you. 

So one hour later, here you were. Short five orgasms, close to your sixth and with your naked body sticky in sweat. Seokjin climaxed too. Just once – for now – as a result of rutting against the mattress too much and rubbing himself sensitive. Not that this stopped him from continuing to grind, hips chasing the friction of the sheets as his mouth continued to please you. The sheets will never compare to your pussy, but he has soaked them so much already that they come pretty close. Wet, warm, soft. Just like your pussy if he fantasised hard enough. 

“Okay fuck, baby you’re making-”, a gasp, “cum.”

Seokjin swirls his tongue and gives you a throaty mewl, sending vibrations through you. It is enough to send you over the edge.

You moan and crumble under his tongue, covering his pretty face in a new layer of your juices. You can feel it everywhere. From the tips of your toes to the top of your head, trembling like crazy. Seriously, Seokjin gives the best goddamn orgasms. Without a doubt.

Seokjin slurps hungrily, moaning right with you as you shake in bliss. He loves making you cum. It’s so sexy to him.

You come down with a gentle tug at his hair, making him lift his head. There you are. Once again with a pounding head and a throbbing pussy. 

“One more?” he asks, eyes sparkly and glued to your soaked core.

“Give me a second”, you croak, seeing nothing but blurriness and hearing the blood rush in your ears, "jesus fuck."

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, just…phew”, you say and exhale loudly.

Seokjin chuckles, kissing a path up your body until he can nuzzle into your neck. Like this, his hard cock is rubbing right against your inner thigh. Wet and covered in his creamy cum, it leaves marks of his desperation on your skin. 

“Did I do good?” he asks. 

“Yes, you did amazing”, you say, running your finger through his soft hair even if moving any inch of your body is hard.

“You always taste so good. I'm so happy”, he says, kissing your jawline, “and horny”, he adds in a whisper, mewling softly as he grinds his cock against you.

“I can feel that, yeah”, you say in a chuckle.

"It hurts", he whimpers, circling his hips. His cock is so goddamn leaky, soaking your skin oh so well. It’s adorable, really.

"Aww poor boy", you coo, "should we do something about that, mhm?”

“Yes, please”, he whispers, “I already came once.”

“I know. You’re cleaning the sheets, I'm telling you.”

He snickers, “okay, okay. I will.”

Seokjin lifts his head from your neck, eyes locking with yours. You look droopy yet happy, giving him a fond smile.

He retorts it, cheeks puffing out cutely.

“Do you want to lie down for it?” you ask him, reaching up just to pinch his cheeks gently. They are so soft and squishy, deserving of one more gentle pinch.

“Only if you’re comfortable with it”, he says.

“Of course I am. Go on sweets, lie down for me.”

Seokjin follows happily, wiggling to get as comfortable as possible. His head is propped up on two soft pillows, his hands are resting on his tummy and his pretty eyes are glued to your face.

“Are you comfy?” you ask him.

Seokjin nods his head, “are you comfy too?”

“Yes, very”, you say, sitting next to his body. You place your hand on his tummy, making his hands slip to the side to make space for you, “you’re so handsome”, you praise, caressing his skin right above his belly button.

His ears are rosy in an instant, eyes lowering shyly.

“Thank you”, he mumbles, hiding his face behind his hands afterwards.

“You’re so cute, look at your ears turning red”, you tease lovingly, knowing very well that you can do that with your boyfriend.

Seokjin merely whines and wiggles from side to side, “don’t say that. You know they get red when attention’s on me.”

You chuckle, “I know, it’s cute. I like it a lot”, you say, giving his side a little pinch before trailing your touch up his torso.

Seokjin sighs, keeping his hands on his eyes for whatever reason. You don’t find it necessary to ask. You know your boyfriend well enough to know that it was mostly for pleasure reasons. Seokjin loves to deprive himself of his vision whenever you touch him, he says that it helps him really take in how good it feels. He also looks incredibly cute like that. Pink lips all parted in bliss and cheeks just slightly squished under his hands.

“Does that feel nice?” you ask him, tracing his pecs.

“Yes, it’s really nice”, he answers you, chasing you with a slight arch of his back. His skin is burning up, your touch feels electric.

You guide the touch to his nipples, eliciting a gasp from him even before you could touch him. He is so excited. He never told you, but his nipples are really sensitive. Not that he had to tell you, Seokjin is so obvious about how good it feels to him, always squirming and wiggling for you.

This morning is no different. With nothing but a mere brush of your fingers, you force a loud moan out of him and for his hips to squirm. His nipples harden instantly, looking oh so desperate for attention.

“Sensitive”, Seokjin whispers shakily, squeezing his hands against his eyes to stop himself from peeking. Only blinding himself to what you are doing, helps him fall into the intensity of the touch. And as much as he would love to lessen some of that unbearable burning of bliss by peeking, he can’t. He shouldn’t make it easier for himself, because Seokjin loves nothing more than being swallowed whole by the fire.

“I know. They’re really swollen”, you say, taking them between two of your fingers to massage them slowly, "and oh so hard. I love that, sweets. You’re such a good boy."

Seokjin arches his back and moans, “please.”

“Please what Jinnie?”

“I, I don’t know. Don’t stop, please or, or oh god, I don’t know”, he babbles, making you smile fondly.

He is so cute when you turn his brain all mushy from pleasure. You lower yourself to peck his lips just once.

“I’m not gonna stop, love” you promise in the softest voice, stealing another kiss because he is so addicting. The taste of you lingers on his lips, making the kiss all the more amazing. His lips are so soft and puffy from all the head he has been giving you, feeling even better than they normally do. His hands slip from his eyes just to hold you, resting on the back of your neck while his fingers dig into your skin gently.

And while you kiss him like it was your only purpose, your fingers continue tracing his nipples, sending a constant stream of warmth through his body. Seokjin feels so safe with you. So goddamn safe.

Soon your left hand abandons his chest, taking on the journey down his torso. He doesn’t mind your changing touch, falling into the sensations happily.

The kiss barely breaks, lips staying so close while shaky intakes of breath swirl against them.

“How's that?” you ask him, dancing your fingers down his happy trail to reach his cock.

Seokjin opens his legs before you can even as much as slip between them, sighing your name in a desperate attempt to get you to keep going. He really, really wants your touch. His cock is so hard and so sensitive and so needy for your warmth. The sheets weren’t enough, he needs you.

You wrap your fingers around the base of him and run them up his shaft slowly.

“Don't stop please”, Seokjin begs instantly, chasing you with needy rolls of his hips. 

“I haven’t even started. God, you’re so needy”, you say with fond amusement in your voice, lifting your head to study his face. 

His eyes are closed, lips parted and brows furrowed in bliss. 

You touch his tip.

His brows shoot up, a moan slips past his lips. 

You roll your thumb over his frenulum. 

Seokjin rolls his head to the side and throws his hand back over his eyes.

“Please don’t stop”, he begs quietly, gasping for air between his moans. 

“You're so cute”, you whisper, heart feeling like bursting in fondness, “and your cock’s so, so hard. Wow Jinnie, it’s like you never even had an orgasm”, you say, jerking off his entire length in a slow and steady rhythm. 

“I'm so sensitive”, he confesses and whimpers. 

“Gosh, you are? But Jinnie baby, can I even ride you like this?”

Seokjin peels his eyes open, gazing at you. He blinks droopily, licking his lips.

“R-ride?” he stutters.

“Mh-hm. Ride”, you nod your head, paying special attention to his leaking slit. Seokjin squeezes his hand back onto his eyes and mewls softly, hips squirming desperately. “I wanna ride you, make you mine like that.”

“Oh god, that’s so hot”, Seokjin whines, seeking your closeness. He buries his face in your tits, lips wrapping around your nipple just to suck it desperately. It was such a natural reaction to him. Overwhelmed by pleasure, he is seeking you to find comfort through you. Seokjin’s done this a million times before and yet it never becomes boring. 

Shivers run down your spine, thighs rubbing together in search for friction. His mouth feels so warm and wet, the sucking is so gentle yet intense. You are so horny, it is like he never even made you cum six times. Truly, your boyfriend is the best menace in your life.

You reward him by adding slight pressure to your movements, hand gliding up and down his cock smoothly. His skin is seriously so hot, his poor balls look oh so swollen. They throb when you touch them, forcing Seokjin to bite your nipple involuntary.

“Oh?” you chuckle, “careful baby, your teeth.

“Oh god”, he breaks away just to hide away, “fuck me. Please.”

“Mhm?”

“Fuck me please.”

“I didn’t understand”, you taunt, massaging his heavy balls.

“Fuck me”, Seokjin croaks, looking up at you with glassy eyes, “please.”

“You're so fucking adorable”, you rasp, gripping his chin between your fingers, “I'll fuck you so goddamn well, baby.”

Seokjin gulps, cock throbbing desperately. He can’t wait. All he wants, needs, craves is your pussy. 

“Lay on your back, I'm getting the condom”, you order him lovingly, letting go of his cock even if this makes him whine. 

He is already waiting for you when you turn back to him. 

“There we go”, you say, handing him the condom.

“Thank you”, he says, accepting it. 

You sit next to him and watch him work, playing with the bottle of lube you also took with you just in case.

“Do you have any wishes for how you wanna do it?” you ask him. 

“Not really. Do you feel comfortable riding me?” he asks, working diligently to get the condom out of its packaging.

“Yes, I’m comfortable. I just don’t know if I wanna do it like we normally do it. I don’t feel like it today.”

“Yeah? That’s okay. Wanna do it reverse?”

You follow his hand as it rolls the condom on, eyes completely mesmerised.

“No, I don’t really feel like that either.”

“So how do you want to do it? Sideways?”

You chuckle, rolling your eyes. Seokjin snickers boyishly.

“That's stupid, you’re stupid”, you poke his tummy, “I thought of maybe, I don’t know, folding you in half.”

“Huh?” Seokjin gasps, staring at you with widened eyes, “folding me in half?”

“Yeah, like take your legs and bend them and then sit on your cock like that.”

“Okay why can I not imagine what you mean and why am I still turned on by it?” he asks, making you laugh.

“Because you think I’m hot?”

“Yeah. Oh big yes”, he nods his head vigorously.

You grin and climb between his legs now that the condom is sitting neatly around his cock. Seokjin lets you do your thing, propped up on his elbows and eyes watching you curiously.

You place your hand on his thighs, massaging them gently.

“Lie down.”

Seokjin plops into the pillows.

“Good boy. Relax”, you say to which he nods his head in compliance. You take his legs and lift them, bending them by their knees.

“Hot”, he croaks, breathing heavily.

“Yeah right? And now I gotta spread you”, you say and spread his legs.

Seokjin inhales sharply, feeling oh so exposed and vulnerable.

“Don't look at my ass though”, he says.

“Why?” you say, eyes flitting down.

“I said don’t look”, he whines, trying and failing to lower his legs because before he could, you stopped him.

“Holy fuck, look at your little hole”, you gasp, pupils dilating like crazy, “it's so exposed in this position”, you say, slipping your finger to it to trace it.

“A-ah”, Seokjin moans, eyelids fluttering in bliss and thighs trying their hardest to rub together. Your touch is so soft, but feels so intense. Attention to his hole always sweeps him off his feet. Each and every time, he forgets how sensitive he is and then you remind him and Seokjin feels like screaming. 

“It's so pretty. You’ve got such a pretty hole, Jinnie. Oh so pretty”, you praise, lowering yourself for one single lick. 

“Okay fuck”, Seokjin drops his head, arching his back, “if, if we're doing t-that now, please g-give me a moment”, he stutters, clenching his rim desperately. 

“Don't worry”, you whisper, kissing it softly, “I'm still gonna ride you. I just wanted to remind you what I could do to you if only I wanted to.”

“Fuck, you’re so cruel”, he laughs breathily, “oh god please fuck me, please.”

“Look at you being needy now. And you wanted to whine about having your hole exposed”, you tease, standing up to position yourself above him. 

"I'm shy, you know me", he mumbles with a pout.

"Yeah, I know. You cutie."

You abandon his legs to grab his cock and align it with your pussy. Seokjin is such a good boy that he keeps his legs the way you want them to be. So busying yourself with his cock is an easy task.

Seokjin is watching the whole scene unfold with his breath held, heart racing like crazy. The sensation of your lick still lingers on his hole and now you are spreading lube on his cock. Seokjin wants to melt into a puddle of pleasure because of it.

“There we go, now you’re all slippery”, you say, placing the lube aside. You position yourself back atop of him, placing your left hand on the back of his thigh and using your right to hold his cock, “ready?”

“So ready”, he says, nodding his head vigorously.

“Okay. Here I come”, you joke, lowering yourself slowly.

You lock eyes in shock, hands reaching for the other instantly. Your fingers intertwine so tightly.

“Okay holy shit”, you whisper, “how are you doing?”

“Good”, he croaks, “oh god”, he drops his head and covers his eyes with his unoccupied hand.

“That’s so hot. It’s seriously so hot”, you pant, bottoming out. You place your other hand on his thigh and use the support to begin your movements. Up and down on his perfect cock, feeling him oh so deep inside you.

“Oh god, oh god, oh darling”, he babbles, curling his toes and rolling his ankles repeatedly.

“It’s good, right?”

“Fucking amazing”, Seokjin moans, squeezing your hand.

You really want to close your eyes because it feels so good, but you don’t. It would be a crime to miss out on how pretty he looks. All folded in half, legs bend, cheeks flushed and hair messy. Seokjin’s so goddamn pretty when you’re on top and he is even prettier when you can bend him into little shapes.

“Don’t wanna stop, you’re so fucking pretty”, you moan, caressing his thighs as your hips dance to a passionate melody. Your bodies meet in loud noises, the lube and your juices sound so wet and nasty, the bed frame croaks each time you let yourself drop on him. You must remember to fix it today. It has been croaking for two weeks now and each and every time you swear to fix it only to get your brain completely scrambled by him and forgetting all about it again.

“Remind me to fix the bed today”, you say.

“You’re thinking about that right now?” he almost whines the words, squirming beneath you so deliciously.

You laugh and moan, “no”, you drop your head, shaking it tiredly, “no, just thinking ‘bout your cock. It’s the best cock.”

“It’s yours”, he croaks, “it’s your cock.”

“Yeah that’s right, my cock. My pretty cock”, you rasp, trembling in bliss, “fuck Jinnie, you feel so good”, you say, speeding up your hips and making Seokjin moan the most devastating moan ever.

You don’t even mind the croaking of the bed anymore. Not when he sounds so good and feels even better. Let the bed croak, at least that means that you’re fucking him the way he’s supposed to be fucked. Fast and deep. Your pretty boy deserves only the best.

Mornings like today are the best. They seriously are the goddamn best. You plan on making him breakfast later, while Seokjin plans to do the same for you. You also plan on smothering him in kisses for ages while he plans on kissing your feet in gratefulness for introducing him to this position.

He can go so deep that way, cock shifting inside the warmest parts of you. He also loves how you fold him. His lower back gets a gentle stretch in this position, his thighs feel so tense from holding his legs up. His butt….

“Ah wait”, he gasps.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, slowing down your movements.

“Butt cramp. Oh god, butt cramp. Help”, he groans and yelps dramatically.

“Oh dear, wait”, you stumble off of him to allow him to stretch his legs out.

Seokjin does so instantly, rubbing his cramping buttock whilst whining loudly.

“Are you okay?” you ask him.

“Yeah, urgh”, he groans, giving his butt a soft spank, “I’m fine, just got a cramp.”

You snicker, “I’m sorry, but this is so funny.”

“Yeah, yeah laugh about my pain all you want”, he pouts.

“Gosh, I’m sorry. Are you okay, baby?” you ask him, placing your hand on his butt to rub it gently.

“Yeah”, he huffs out air, “just a little upset that we had to stop.”

“Yeah, same. Stupid cramp”, you chuckle, “I mean, we can still continue if you want to.”

Seokjin gives you a boyish look and nods his head.

“Can we try it in reverse?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Like this”, Seokjin sits up and grabs a pillow. He turns on the mattress, lying down with his head facing the foot end of the bed. He lifts his legs back into position, looking at you through them, “just like this and then you slip down with your butt facing me and you can hold onto the headboard.”

“Yeah sure, that’s really hot. Are you sure that your butt can withstand it?” you tease.

“I’ll bully you too next time you get a cramp”, he mumbles with a pout, “remember when your leg cramped when you pegged me in the shower? Yeah who’s laughing now?”

You snicker, “gosh you’re so adorable”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes shyly.

You reach for the bottle of lube to smother his cock in a new layer of it. Seokjin sighs in reaction, eyes going from shy to terribly droopy. Once done, you position yourself atop of him again, showing off your butt.

“Wow, you’re so sexy”, Seokjin gasps, eyes widened in complete awe.

“Yeah? Like the view?” you taunt, wiggling your butt just for him.

“I love it so much. Oh god, my cock’s so hard”, he whines, “please hurry up.”

"I am."

You wrap your fingers around his cock, aligning it with your dripping pussy. With one expert move, you sink back down on him, using the headboard for support.

“How's that?” you ask him, voice trembling because his cock curves so nicely like that. It feels so nice to sink back into the sensation. Warm and oh so intense.

“Good”, Seokjin croaks, “please don’t stop, please.”

“I won’t”, you say, finally moving up and down again. Slow for now to get your bodies used to the new sensations.

The position enables way easier movements than when you were facing him. Like this you can arch your back and really grind your pussy on his cock. It is also kinda hot to deprive yourself of his face, it makes the sounds he makes all the more delicious. 

“That's so fucking good, baby. Your cock’s so goddamn deep like that”, you lull, riding on the surge of warmth only he can make you feel.

“I don't wanna stop, please don't stop”, Seokjin begs with his head dizzy. You have no idea what kind of view he currently has. You seriously have no fucking idea just how hypnotised you’ve got him. Your sexy ass is jiggling each time you slam your hips down on him and your wet pussy is moving around his cock. Seokjin swears he's never had a sexier view, tearing up because he refuses to blink in order not to miss even a second of it.

“So pretty”, you rasp, eyes glued to something completely different. His hole, all exposed and looking oh so empty. You place your finger against it, eliciting a throat moan from him.

“Don't stop please...”

You outline it with your fingertip, pussy dripping down his cock in arousal. 

“Please”, he whimpers, eyelids fluttering in bliss. He feels on fire. This is way too good.

“Shit baby, your hole looks so pretty. Wanna stuff my finger in there”, you say.

“Please do it, please”, he begs, squirming under you needily.

The lube is running down his middle, covering not only his balls but also his hole. You gather more of it, spreading it on his soft rim. You could actually do it. With a fluttering heart, you dare to put pressure on his hole.

“Fuck”, Seokjin presses out, “fuck please more.”

“That’s so hot”, you murmur, putting more pressure.

His hole opens up, swallowing your finger to its first knuckle. Seokjin makes the neediest sound ever, cock throbbing inside your dripping pussy.

“That’s so nice, isn’t it?” you speak softly, pushing more of your digit inside.

“So nice…fuck oh god”, Seokjin moans, rolling his ankles while his fingers dig into his own thighs for support. The stretch is so intense. Not because your finger is way too big, but because you’ve got him so good this morning. Every inch of his body is so sensitive. Seokjin can barely handle the sensations of having your finger plug him up. Especially not when your wet pussy is bouncing on his cock like that.

You bottom out and curl it.

“There?” you ask him.

“Left, little to the left”, he pants.

You fix your position and curl your finger again.

“Ther-“, you can’t even finish your sentence and Seokjin already interrupts you with the loudest, most desperate moan ever. Jackpot.

“P-please, p-please”, he begs, clenching around you desperately.

“There we go. You’re such a good boy”, you praise, speeding up your hips again. His cock is so much harder ever since you started fingering his ass. You love the stretch he gives you, chasing the electric tingles with eager hips.

He is so warm inside. So warm and soft. And oh so tight, walls clenching around your finger each time you grind your fingertip against his prostate.

You know that he won’t be able to hold out for long anymore. Not only is his cock sensitive, but assplay always gets him way too needy. You tense your abs to keep yourself upright and slip your hand from the headboard to touch your own clit. Just a little help. You are so close yourself, you just need that little extra push.

“Oh god, what are you doing?” Seokjin croaks, feeling your tense around him.

“Playing with my clit”, you sigh, “feels so good Jinnie, love fucking you so much.”

“Holy shit, that’s so hot”, he presses out under his breath, throbbing inside you, “I’m so close.”

“I know baby, I know. Me too”, you lull, “keep breathing baby, I’m almost there.”

Seokjin tries to follow your orders, letting out the shakiest breaths ever. His hand is pressed back onto his eyes, blinding him to the room. His palm feels sweaty, but he doesn’t mind. All he minds is the intense pressure against his prostate and your tight pussy around his cock.

“Almost there baby, fuck I’m almost there”, you chant, hips stuttering and finger pressing together against your clit.

“Can I cum when you cum? Please I, I don’t think I can stop myself”, he pleads, voice squeaky and weak.

“Yes baby, but wait for me yeah?”

“Yeah, yes. I-I’ll wait”, he stutters, “oh god, your pussy’s so good.”

“Your cock’s so good too”, you say with struggle in your voice, “fuck okay, Jinnie I think I’m gonna cum.”

Seokjin moans, clenching around your digit in excitement. Just one more curl of your finger and he’ll follow right after you. His prostate is so sensitive, his cock burns from holding back.

“O-okay now. Fuck now Jin-“ your voice cuts off as a loud moan shakes through you as you orgasm right around his perfect cock.

You somehow manage to press your finger right against his prostate with such rough intensity that Seokjin climaxes way harder than he thought he would. Truly for a moment, he feared that he might throw you off. If you weren’t bouncing on him like a mad woman, chasing your own soul crushing high, he probably would have.

You come down together. You barely manage to slip off his cock before your body collapses in exhaustion. You drop right next to him, laying belly first and cheek squished on the mattress. You feel dead.

Seokjin feels the same, feeling oh so far away from his body as he is trying to catch his breath.

“Well damn”, you mumble.

“Yeah”, he agrees.

“My pussy’s still throbbing.”

Seokjin laughs tiredly, rolling his head to the side to look at you. All he can see is your butt and legs.

“I would say same, but I don’t have a pussy.”

You snort ungracefully, craning your neck to be able to look at him. Your eyes meet, cracking both of you up. You laugh loudly and wholeheartedly, reaching for each other as best as possible. Your fingers barely manage to intertwine but it is still enough to make you feel oh so connected with each other.

“This was seriously so much fun”, you say.

“Yeah, it was”, he says and smiles brightly, “we have to do this again someday.”

“Yeah totally. Without the butt cramp though.”

Seokjin snickers, “why? I thought that was the best part”, he jokes, making you chuckle loudly.

[pervysenpaix]

Hurts Good - om! x blackreader

A/N: Hi Friends, I got a request but all of my asks were deleted when I was clearing out my drafts. So, if you're the anon that requested our fav twin breeding us while we're menstruating - THANK YOU ❤ <- this has literally been in my drafts for 3 months so I’m terribly sorry; also please miss me with the squeamish comments i literally dgaf , if you ain’t nasty then why are you here ? 🤨 also not proofread cause we die like men 🤧

Synopsis : Our kind boyfriend Beelzebub hates when we have our period, so he came up with a solution!

Warning: Period Sex , Oral (F!Receiving), Somnophillia, Himbo!Beel , no dialogue cause I’m feeling lazy and I literally picked this up after months of sitting.

For Beelzebub, life in Devildom used to be so simple. A constant cycle of eating, lifting and more eating. This was still true when you came along. He was actually eating and lifting you most of the time. Things were so perfect and he couldn’t be happier. The only downside to your relationship was him having to witness you curled into a ball and sobbing once a month because you were in so much pain. He wished he could take your period away, even said as much to his twin who got a mischievous glint in his eye.

Okay, he had to admit he was a little nervous when Belphegor planted the idea in his head. Not that he was turned off—hell no. There isn’t a thing in all the realms that could lower Beelzebub need for you. It’s just … he was scared to hurt you ☹️

You see, even though he’s a sweet boi he can be kind of rough in the bedroom and knowing that you’re already in pain, he didn’t want to add too it. But, his brother convinced him—even took him to Satan who confirmed that orgasms helped with period pain but scurried out of the blonde demon’s room when he asked for more context.

Now here he is—standing at the foot of your bed while you toss and turn in the sheets, clutching the little lamb plushie to your tummy for some comfort. Beel can’t take it anymore. There’s no way he can stand by and let this keep happening if he knows that there’s a way to stop it.

A soft moan startled you awake accompanied by a tingling in your abdomen and a tightening of your core. Bleary eyes opened revealing the hulking form of Beelzebub with his face and fingers buried in your bloody cunt.

The rusty crimson shade painted his cheeks and chin, it mixed with the slick pouring from your weeping hole dripping onto the sheets in a glorious mess. Your pussy spasmed and clenched around the two fingers that were curling deliciously in your core while he sucked on your clit. Exactly how long he’d been eating you is unknown but his bruised lips and bare member—cherry red and leaking pre—suggested that it’s been a while.

The redhead licked you through your orgasm, enjoying the way your body writhed for him. He could see that you were in embarrassed, it was apparent in the way you looked away and chewed your lip but he knew that you were feeling good by the way your fingers pulled at his hair.

The giant man rose slowly, wiping his mouth of his arm before sloppily pressing your lips together. A lustful kiss that tasted of copper, and slick. Your cunt ached for him, lifting your hips to run your sloppy little pussy on his dick. Beelzebub growled, big tongue lolling out of his mouth to trace over your pulse while he pushed himself inside you.

He filled you so well—stretching you out to the point of paint but it was so intermixed with pleasure that you didn’t mind. He praised you so sweetly—saying that you took him so well and would be the prettiest momma. When your eyes widened he smiled sweetly and kissed your cheek.

“M’gonna fuck you full of my babies, that way you won’t get a period no more”

@kind-himbo-beel literally just thought of you when I finished writing and thought you might wanna take a look at this 🧡

@xogabbiexo & @bookwormsenpai come get your man he’s being nasty again.

@trashybandit think you like obey me so here’s some filth

[planetsano]

xbox or playstation? 🎮

SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.

WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.

PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.

The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’

A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.

5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.

The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.

“Eren,” You called for him.

Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.

“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.

Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.

“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.

Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.

“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.

“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.

“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.

“I am.” He deadpans.

“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.

You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.

One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.

“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.

“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.

It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.

“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.

“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.

“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.

“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.

“Go on then, Get me hard.”

It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.

“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.

“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.

“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.

“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”

Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.

You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.

“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.

“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.

“Clean it.” He says.

You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.

Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.

“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’

“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.

“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.

“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.

“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.

“Now get out. I’m working.”

© all content belongs to rekiri 2021. do not modify or repost.

[cybersvoid]

❥ Big Brother iv [Sweet Tooth]

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♡ Pairings: Touya x Reader

Request: First I wanna say how much I love your big brother touya hcs, and imagine him having a little sibling addicted sweets,one night his little sibling sneaks out of bed and he catches them eating almost half the cookie jar as they’re sitting on the couch [Anon]

Tags: Big Brother Touya, Platonic Yandere, Protective, etc.

≺Part One≻

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Touya groggily made his way to the kitchen for a drink of water. He had a rough day of training and was overall exhausted. When he came home, he spent some time with you and went straight to bed, but his thirst ended up awakening him before he was able to get a full night’s rest. After getting his drink, and checking on you, he would be sure to pass right out once again. He always felt a bit short-tempered on the days he didn’t get to spend as much time with you, but he would be sure to make it up to you tomorrow.

Despite his exhaustion, Touya’s ears perked up at a rummaging sound coming from behind the kitchen door. It caught him off guard considering the late hour, the rest of the house should be asleep.

Slowly, he peaked his head through the door, expecting to see one of his siblings going to get a drink like him, but he wasn’t expecting to see you, sitting on top of the counter with your tiny hands sucked up by the cookie jar as you dug around for the treat. Your clothes were covered in crumbs, and your face, chocolate, making it obvious that this one that you’re reaching for wouldn’t be your first.

“Y/N,” Your big brother called, causing you to jump, and pull the jar further behind you in a poor attempt to hide the evidence. “What are you doing up there? That’s dangerous.”

He walked over to a drawer and pulled out a rag, before wetting it under the faucet, while you swallowed hard, your eyes glancing down at the floor in shame. “I just wanted a snack.”

“You can’t have sweets past bedtime. We’ve talked about this, it’ll give you a tummy ache and nightmares,” he lightly scolded, he never could bring himself to actually scold you it would break his heart if he ever made you cry. His hand was gently rubbing the warm rag over your hands and face to clean off the excess chocolate. “How did you even get up here and out of bed, to begin with?”

“I’m big now, I got my stool and climbed. I was just gonna have one, but It was so good.”

“Yeah, I can tell you enjoyed them,” he chuckled, tossing the dirty rag in the sink so he could wash it in the morning, and helping you back onto the floor. “Let me get a drink and then I’ll walk you back to bed. But from now on if you’re hungry or you need something at night, just tell me.”

“But you were tired, and I didn’t want to wake you,” you tried to reason with your stubborn brother. Sometimes you felt as if he just hated when you did anything on your own without consulting him.

“What does that have to do with anything that I just said? If you want something, wake me up, end of discussion.”

“...okay.”

Touya quickly chugged a glass of water before walking you over to the hallway with everyone’s rooms, only to stop you before you could go inside yours. “Up we go,” he sang, lifting you into the air and carrying you into his room to gently tuck you in next to him. “You have to sleep in my room in case you have any nightmares because of all that chocolate.”

“I’m sorry I ate all the cookies…”

“Don’t be.” He sighed, shuffling his arm underneath your head so you were both more comfortable. “We can make some more tomorrow after I pick you up from daycare.”

“Oh, you don’t need to! Big brother Natsuo is going to come and walk me tomorrow because we’re going to run some errands for Mama together.”

You felt Touya tense underneath you, staying silent for a few moments. Your brain began wandering. Did you do something wrong? Was it something you said? Was he actually mad at you for eating the cookies? You were about to apologize again before he finally spoke up.

“I think he’s is going to be busy, so I’ll still be picking you up and we can run errands together instead.”

“Huh? But mama said because of your training you’ll be busy so-”

“Shh,” he whispered, gently sliding his hand over your face and forcing you to close your eyes, “Your big brother will handle everything, just relax and get some sleep.”

Too tired to really question anything, you listened to his request and drifted off, unknowing of your brother’s growing jealousy. He has one busy day and Natsuo is already trying to replace him as your favorite brother. It was really starting to piss him off.

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[secretobsessionstuff]

From the are you ok response prompts can you write an Madix and Riley fix with a sick Riley and numbers 19,32, and 85

Thanks for the request! This fic is set a few years in the past, around the time when Madix got into med school. The time change worked better with my idea.

#19 and #85 are super similar so they basically happen at the same time. The prompts come from THIS lovely post and I used:

19. *wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* "No."

32. "No, I-I don't--" *faints*

85. *shakes head, leaned against wall with arms wrapped around aching tummy, eyes closed and tears rolling down cheeks*

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One of the unspoken rules of parties is that you don’t abandon your introverted friend the minute you arrive. But that’s exactly what Madix did to his introverted boyfriend. 

Riley didn’t blame Madix however, because they weren’t at a random house party thrown by college kids. This party was specifically for Madix as a way to celebrate him getting into med school, and it wasn’t at some rich kid’s house that nobody knew the name of. It was at Madix’s parents’ house. And the only reason Madix disappeared into the party was because he had to say hi to a million relatives who wanted to congratulate him.

So yeah, Riley wasn’t too surprised to find himself alone in a house full of polite strangers. There was no end in sight to the repetitive conversations that he had to endure with Madix’s aunts and uncles, and fake-aunts and fake-uncles who were really just family friends but who were as close as family so ‘we’ call them aunt and uncle anyway. 

Yes, I’m his boyfriend.

We’ve been together for four years. 

Yes, four years is a long time.

No, we’re not planning on getting married anytime soon. 

Because it’s our decisions and it’s none of your business.

Riley never said that last one out loud. He was just getting grumpy. His feet hurt from standing in conversational circles, his face hurt from exaggerating his smile, and his stomach hurt because life was cruel and enjoyed giving him stomach bugs whenever Madix celebrated anything special. 

Stealthily, Riley broke away from the group of people who had sucked him into their talk. He let out an exasperated sigh when he was free. Some of Madix’s relatives were from the east coast and their accents sounded like mumbled Irish. He was having a hell of a hard time understanding. 

Only a few hours into the night and Riley was drained. His head felt stuffy, and his stomach felt stuffed even though he avoided most of the food. 

The hallway seemed to squeeze him as he walked to the bathroom. The chatter from the party grew fainter once he closed the door. The blissful change made him realize just how bad he felt. 

His vertigo did not go away even when he braced himself against the sink. The heat in his cheeks did not cool despite the water he splashed on his face. Black splotches bled into his vision when his stomach gave a nauseating flip. 

Riley turned around, dragging his back down the counter. He stayed there, trying to block out the distant noises of the party, waiting for this wave of dizziness to pass.  He crawled over to the toilet, praying that he didn’t need to use it. He thought about what it would be like to come out of the bathroom after throwing up and having everyone look at him

Yes, I am the boyfriend who just puked noisily.

No, I will not be showing my face here ever again. 

Sorry about ruining your appetite for Mrs. Gallagher’s homemade pie. 

Luckily Riley did not have to say any of that because he managed to keep the contents of him stomach in place. He allowed himself a few more minutes of silence before leaving the bathroom. 

He had to find Madix. Madix would understand that he was sick, and he wouldn’t have to pretend to be social anymore. 

The worst part about this plan was that Madix was easy to find. He was in the middle of the kitchen surrounded by family members. Madix looked relaxed as he spoke, as he should be—he just got into med school and deserved a moment to feel relieved. 

And Riley was about to ruin that moment. 

He approached his boyfriend quietly from behind, tapping Madix on the arm when someone else started up an anecdote. With the attention momentarily turned away from Madix, Riley took his chance. 

“Oh, there you are, Ry,” Madix said, stepping away from the other conversation. “I’m sorry about getting swept away when we first got here. I didn’t mean to leave you alone. Hopefully you didn’t run into my Uncle Will. He never shuts up about his boat.” 

Riley did not have the energy to force the appropriate reaction to this joke. And he didn’t need to; this was Madix after all. He dropped his shoulders, feeling a release of tension for the first time that night.

Madix subconsciously started to lead the two of them away from the others when he noticed Riley’s demeanor. Everything about him was off. His colour. His posture. Though the tension in his shoulders had lessened, he still held tension in his jaw. This was not a boy who wanted to be broadcasting his feelings. 

On top of it all, Madix didn’t like the protective way that Riley hugged his stomach. He touched his boyfriend’s arm and dropped his voice so that they could speak more privately. “Are you okay?” 

That was when Riley cracked. That one sentence was enough to let him drop his defences. He shook his head miserably, feeling tears about to fall from his lashes. He hugged his aching belly tighter when a cramp went through his gut. “…No,” he said weakly. The tears fell. 

“Hey, hey,” Madix whispered. His easy expression from before was long gone, replaced with surprise and concern. “What’s wrong, love?” 

Riley used his sleeve to wipe his cheeks. “I feel s-sick to my stomach, and…and I-I.” He was shocked to discover what little control he held over his voice. 

“Shh, shh,” Madix said, rubbing his hands down Riley’s arms. “Take a breath, then tell me. Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Riley let out a shaky exhale. He blinked quickly, trying to clear the tears from his eyes. “I’m really dizzy and… I just feel awful, Madix.”

“Oh babe.” Madix kissed Riley on the forehead. It was his not-so-subtle way of feeling for a fever. His lips found the heat that he’d been expecting. “You’re burning up. Did this come on suddenly?” 

Riley shrugged. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t felt the inkling of illness creeping up on him throughout the day. His stomach had been uneasy since the morning. He didn’t know what else to say so he shook his head and said, “I’m sorry.” 

“You really need to take those words out of your vocabulary.” Madix frowned at he watched Riley dry the fresh tears on his cheeks. His skin was awfully pale and sweat gathered around his hair line. He squinted as if music were blasting in his ears. Then Madix remembered the party going on around them. It was loud, and hot, and the smell of food surrounded them. Madix shook his head. “What am I doing? —Let’s get you someplace quiet.”

Riley let Madix take him upstairs. He didn’t want to be rude by ditching the party…but that was exactly what he wanted to do. He wanted to hide in Madix’s childhood bedroom until his stomach stopped acting up. With wobbly legs, he made his way up the stairs. Every step was a struggle as his vision swam. 

Riley paused to catch his breath and to stop the world from spinning. “I’m tired.” It came out in a whisper. 

“I know. We’re almost there. I’ve got you.” 

They never made it to Madix’s bedroom. With his foot on the last step, Riley felt his balance vanish. The only reason he didn’t fall back down stairs was because Madix held him up. 

“Whoa,” Madix muttered as he felt Riley leaning backwards. “You alright?” 

Riley put his hand up to his head just before losing his grasp on reality. His vision tunnelled. “No, I-I don’t…” 

The boy swayed then went limp. Madix caught him at an awkward angle. He let out a gasp when Riley’s body crumpled against his chest. They were still on the stairs. Rather than be weighed down, Madix pushed his boyfriend froward, so he landed at the top stairs. It was not delicate, but at least neither of them tumbled down to the first floor. 

Riley still had enough lucidity to land on his knees rather than his face. His knees hit the floor, followed by his upper body. The arm that he extended forward crumpled under his weight. The momentary blackout left him nauseous and panicked. 

Madix crawled over to his boyfriend, relieved to see that his eyes were open—unfocused—but definitely open. “Oh dear, okay. That wasn’t good. Riley, are you with me?” 

Riley shook his head even though that was the wrong answer. He was there. He heard Madix, could feel his boyfriend’s hands on his shoulders, but he was not okay. He knew in that instant that the contents of his stomach were not going to stay in place any longer. He moaned. “I’m gonna be sick.” 

“Can you make it to the bathroom?” 

“No.”

Riley retched, pitching forward on his hands and knees. He felt the vomit rush up from his belly with a painful heave. He made a choking sound in his throat just before the sick came gushing out his mouth. His eyes squeezed shut involuntarily from the force of the retch. 

“Okay, okay,” Madix mumbled, more so to calm himself than Riley. “It’s okay, love.” 

Nothing about it was okay, Riley wanted to say but his mouth was busy. His stomach spasmed, filling his mouth with more sick. He coughed and moaned in between the waves.

And he was indeed caught in the waves. His body swayed as if he were on a ship. Vomit splattered on the ground beneath him. Balance and control were non-existent, so his hands too got splashed with sick. 

A particularly harsh retch sent him tipping to one side, making the vomit run down his arm. He let out a sob, feeling like the world was crashing down on him. 

“Oh, Riley,” Madix said, quickly grabbing hold of his boyfriend’s shoulders to steady him. “I’m right here. I got you.” 

“…my belly…” Riley whined. The organ churned and cramp, sending bouts of pain through his whole body. 

“I know,” Madix cooed. “It hurts. I know, but it won’t last forever.” 

“My head too—God I’m so dizzy,” Riley said, spitting onto the floor. He groaned. The carpet was well and truly ruined. He sniffled and wiped his mouth with his sleeve—the sleeve that wasn’t covered in sick. “Ugh, this is such a mess. Look at the carpet.” He put his head in his hands. “I’m so sorry.” 

“You think me and brother never puked on the carpet on the way to our parent’s room?” Madix shook his head with a half-smile. “My mom is the queen of getting out stains. Don’t you worry.” 

Riley would attempt not to worry but he was pretty sure he was going to fail. New tears wetted his cheeks. He wanted to burrow inside a hole and never come out. On the plus side, it didn’t seem like anyone from the party noticed what was going on upstairs. 

“I want to go home,” he said weakly, wrapping his arms around his belly once again. 

“We will, I promise,” Madix said as he helped Riley off the floor. “Just give me a second to tell my parents that we’re leaving. Do you want to wait in the bathroom or the bedroom?” 

The prospect of lying down on a bed made Riley want to break down all over again. “Bedroom.” 

“I won’t be long.” Madix sat Riley down on the bed and kissed him on the head. 

“Will you apologize to your family for me?” 

“I would if there were anything to apologize for.” 

Riley sighed. “You know what I mean. I feel bad for taking you away from your party.” 

Madix waved this concern away “People have already started asking me to look at moles on their backs. Really, you’re doing me a favour.” 

[limitlessgojo]

Too Much to Handle

Type: One-Shot (Completed)

Warnings: NSFW !!! , Explicit Content

Tags: Orgasm Denial, Smut, Slight Angst, Hurt/ Comfort, Fluff, BDSM, Edging, Crying, Creampie, Pwp

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Noritoshi edges you every single night for 5 days. But edging you repeatedly, may not have been the best idea.

You currently have a very pleasant sex life with Noritoshi, your beloved boyfriend. Everything was in place. Trust, mood, and of course, safe words.

Adzuki (red beans) to stop. Matcha to slow down. Simple as that and usually nothing went wrong in the bedroom. You were on birth control pills, which made it so much easier for the both of you.

"Hey, how do you feel about orgasm denial?" Noritoshi asks you one night. You've been curious about it, knowing that you have good stamina and a solid track record of being patient.

"Sounds okay," You shrugged. You've done all sorts of things with him already in bed, and so far you've loved every single one. "Why not?"

Oh you were going to eat those words of yours.

You both agreed to edging you and only you for 4 days, while Noritoshi got to come over your body at the end of every session. He loves seeing you covered in him. Smelling like him.

You enjoyed it at first, loving it when he pumps his cum over your lips. Then you suck the head of his cock into your mouth, taking in as much cum as you can. His soft groans and praises make you light up.

He carefully thrusts two fingers into you, pumping in and out while he presses a vibrator against your clit. Removing them everytime you come near climax.

He was able to watch and experiment with your body a lot. Knowing exactly where your sweet spots are, and what makes you cum.

Noritoshi found it simply divine. Hearing you sob and moan his name so beautifully. Begging and promising to do anything in exchange to cum. Your hips lifting and following the vibrator everytime he moves his hands. Pink pussy watery and so wet, but unable to cum. Twitching and fluttering around nothing.

How your mouth waters as you stare at his long fingers.

He gives you consolation from time to time, letting you suck either his fingers or his dick. He also leaves sloppy wet kisses in your inner thigh and against the skin around your clit, making your hips push up.

You fall back against the bed after every session. His cuddles and kisses trying to cover up for the aching feeling down between your legs.

But on the night of the 4th day, you were at your limit. It was actually so frustrating to be edged, only to be stopped. It was difficult to fall asleep after.

You were miserable and horny, but incredibly excited for the next night.

Only for Noritoshi to suggest something else the next day, "Do you think you can try for one more night?" He asked.

You gulped, seeing him look not so secretly pleased. 'He looks like he's really enjoying this. I don't wanna disappoint him.'

"Don't worry, I'll let you come tonight. I just have some ideas in mind, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He smirked.

"Okay. I'll be good for you." You meekly answered. His smile was so warm and loving, you forgot about your needs for a bit, hugging him tight.

"Such a good girl for me darling. I love you."

"I love you too Toshi."

But you were at wits end later that night. Stark naked, with the addition of handcuffs and some ropes to hold you down. Your legs spread far apart, exposing your quivering cunt.

It's been 2 hours of edging. Scratch that, it's been 5 nights. You were close to breaking.

You sobbed for the millionth time that week as Noritoshi kissed your pussy and sat back to pause.

He pressed the vibrator against your clit, watching as your legs shook, only to remove it as you started trembling.

"You can't come yet." He said softly, yet firmly.

"Why not?" You gasped. "I've been so good for you."

Noritoshi's eyebrows raised. "Because I say so." Edging you multiple more times. He was so focused on your body that he failed to see tears streaming down against your temples.

"Toshiii," You were full on sobbing and shaking. "Please let me cum. Adzuki! Adzuki! I can't do this anymore! Adzuki!"

Static white noise.

Noritoshi heard his pulse thunder against his ears upon hearing you use your safe word. Never had you ever used it before. Not even when he tied you up and fucked you over 5 rounds that one night until you were a sobbing drooling mess.

"Nuh-no more!! No! Don't want!" You babbled and shook your head, trying to move away from him.

His heart broke to see you like this.

He dropped everything, undoing your ties and massaging your limp arms, pulling you close as you cried frustratedly into his chest, cuddling and frantically hushing you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You were apologising as you shook your head and pushed him away.

No. This was not how it was supposed to go.

"Baby I'm the one who's sorry. Shhhhh, Toshi is here. Okay, I'll stop, I'll make you cum. I promise." He rushed the words out in a hurry.

"I'm sorry," You kept repeating apologies, crying and shaking your head. You didn't seem to hear a word he was saying.

He pressed his lips tenderly into yours and breathed air into your mouth. "Follow my breaths." He commanded.

That tone. He used that voice you could never resist listening to and following. So you slowed down your breathing until you matched his pace. He rubbed slow circles onto your back.

"You're such a good girl. The best, my one and only angel," he softly cooed. You preened, feeling yourself slip further into a subspace. Your head felt so foggy.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked gently as he finally notices your tears and wipes it away.

Your lips started trembling, " buh-Because I cuh-couldn't do it anymore. I'm not *hic* good enough for yuh-you. I wuh-wanted to come but you…. said… hold off longer… can't-" you started breathing heavily again but he kissed you to distract you.

"No, no that's not your fault. That's mine for not taking care of you properly. I pushed you way past your limits. I'm sorry. You are more than enough for me, you know that. Can you forgive Toshi?" He nuzzled into the side of your face.

Deep inside, Noritoshi was actually losing it. Mentally slapping himself for letting you feel this way to the point you had to use a safe word. He never wanted you to feel this way with him.

"But I wuh-want t-to feel good together with you. I can handle maybe 3 days of no cumming, but 5 is too much," You hiccuped.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I know that now. Whatever you want, I'll do for you now. Okay?"

You looked up at him with the biggest eyes ever, his heart clenched. "Anything?"

"Anything. As long as it won't hurt the both of us, I'll do it for you." He promised.

For someone who was so desperate to come, he watched you become shy. But the words that came out weren't, "Make love to me. Cum inside me Toshi." You begged him.

"Okay, if that's what you want." He quickly set to removing his clothes and fixed the bed, making sure you were as comfortable as you could be.

"Like this. I wanna face you. Stay close." You whimpered, holding out two hands.

Missionary position. Noritoshi's and your personal favorite, because of how intimate it is. He pushes your legs far apart, revealing your aching hole.

You were still loose from the stretching he did earlier, but there was a slight burn as he entered you. You welcomed it wholeheartedly.

His cock was inside. His cock was inside of you. Finally!

You teared up again, wanting this for so long.

"Shhhh," he tried to calm you down as you cried some more.

"So happy, you're finally inside of me Toshi," You sniffed.

Distantly, Noritoshi thought he heard something like a tightly coiled string snap. You looked absolutely delectable right now. Pussy a bright red and your face a teary mess.

He was rock hard down there as he started out with deep and shallow thrusts.

"Yes, yes, more, give" You moaned, hooking your legs around his waist to prevent him from pulling all the way out.

"Anything for my angel." Noritoshi sucked on that tender part of skin under your ear.

You felt him glide in and out of you and it was such a relief against your vaginal walls.

You went on like that with him for a while, with Noritoshi stroking your cheek, making sure you felt good as he started to move faster.

But something felt off. "Toshi," You cried.

"What is it baby?" He looked over you in alarm.

"Can't cum. Don't know. Feels weird." Your body wasn't used to it anymore, the sensations feeling familiar but not exactly the same as before.

You felt absolutely horrible, your body was at that knife's edge of tipping into orgasm, but it wouldn't.

"Listen to me okay? Let it happen. Do you trust me? Do you trust your Toshi?"

You looked up into his eyes, and was surprised by their intensity. So dark. His hair, his eyes, his expression. His focus was 120% on you. On making you feel good.

You loved that about Noritoshi. He was incredibly sincere and pure hearted about everything he did. "Yes I trust you. I love you."

"I love you too Angel. Hold on tight." He let you grip onto his shoulders as he held onto your hips and started slamming his hips up and down, driving his cock so deep like it never did before.

He watched as you yelped at a certain angle, and changed his thrusts to hit that soft spot deep inside.

Your arms shot out to grab the sheets beside you as you keened, feeling intense pleasure while Noritoshi hits your G spot repeatedly.

"Please, please," You whined, tears falling past your cheeks, breaths uneven.

"There there now. Toshi is here. You're allowed to cum anytime. I will give it to you." He kissed away your tears and pressed close as he continued to pound into you.

Your breath hitched, feeling him poke against your tummy. "Toshii, I ugh-" you started to lose coherence as you felt a wild spark of heat down below.

"Let go." Noritoshi refused to come before you did, holding off his orgasm despite how your velvety wet insides molded and squeezed him perfectly.

He reached down with one hand to furiously rub your clit, lighting up all the nerves in your body. He used his cursed technique to move faster and faster, hips moving at an unearthly pace.

"Toshiiii-ahhhhn!" You screamed as your body violently convulsed, your pussy creaming around his cock and contracting madly as you finally came. It was the hardest and most intense one that you've ever experienced.

"That's it, my angel, come for me." He praised you as your screams increased in pitch and volume. He held you down as you thrashed about, not wanting you to slip off of him.

You tightened so much that it almost made him cum right away. Almost.

Noritoshi hooked his arms around your legs as he chased off his own orgasm. Skin slapping harshly against skin. He pushed in at a deeper angle.

"Yesyesyes," You moaned despite still reeling from your orgasm high. "Fuck me, fuck yes, more!"

Noritoshi was practically snarling as he continued pummeling into you, finally cumming and stuffing you full. "So tight! You've been so good for me, and look at you. You're perfect baby."

You trembled even harder upon feeling his dick throb and the cum slosh inside of you.

"Are you still coming? You're such a good girl, coming on my cock like this. So pretty." He grinded deeper and continued playing with your clit and nipples, making you twitch as you rode out your second orgasm gently.

You made sounds of choking and gasping which made him slow down. "Is that too much for you? It's okay baby. It's okay."

You tried to reply, but all that came out was a string of incoherent sounds, like a baby's babbling. Noritoshi smiled.

He made you cum 4 more times and stuffed you well past your capacity, feeling his seed seep out of your cunny and run down your ass. Pressing you down against the mattress as he rutted into you as he continued spurting loads inside of you.

You refused to let him pull out even when he grew soft.

"Stay."

And so Noritoshi did, because he promised you anything you wanted.

You sniffed quietly, but he heard it of course. "Baby" He cooed as he held you closer, but you refused to look into his eyes.

"Don't tell me you're still mad?"

You pouted, but shook your head. "I agreed to it. I wanted to be so good for you-"

"You are," he cut you. "You are so good. 5 days as opposed to the original 4 nights. I really was supposed to make you come tonight. And you did so well to make it this far, but I won't push you to do something like this anymore. It's my fault for extending it."

You shut your eyes. "I thought you would be disappointed if I told you I couldn't do it. You looked so excited to try out so much stuff in the bedroom." You bit your lip hard, but he reached out to stop you from doing that.

You sucked on his fingers while he pressed his lips against your forehead. "I won't be disappointed if you tell me no. I need to know the extent of your boundaries, so we can work out what's best for the both of us. Don't think I'd leave you for someone else who could last a week without cumming just because. That's not how I feel. I want to experiment with you and you only. You understand?"

You finally looked up at him and you were shocked to see how worried he was. Eyebrows all scrunched up. A big frown on his face. You kissed him, "I understand."

He pressed in closer. "Good girl. Such a good girl for Toshi. I'm so proud of you."

You let out a sob at that. And he patted your back as you cried off whatever heaviness you had left inside of your chest, emotional baggage now a lot lighter.

"You're right. I was scared you'd leave for someone who could handle you better in bed." You whispered after you finally calmed down.

"Mmm, not gonna happen. Ever. You're stuck with me. Forever."

"Forever sounds nice Toshi."

Author's Notes: When I say that I'm so down bad for Noritoshi, I legit am on Noritoshi brain rot. And me being stuck at home with a lockdown is definitely fueling this XD. I'm supposed to be working on Blood Bound, but I couldn't help but write this because I felt the sudden urge to.

Hope you enjoyed reading! - Mon

[mha-princess]

Canon Dabi x insecure reader where she’s insecure about her body since she’s not thin. She voices it to him after seeing a pretty and smaller girl flirt with him, and he shows her how much he cares for her? NSFW pls! Thank u!

stop your whining [dabi x fem!reader]

A/N: I didn’t proof this so bc I really wanted to post today also I’ll be posting my 1k event soon! - Anako ✿

Genre: canon-verse, smut, drabble

Word Count: 1.5k+

Warning: unprotected sex, breeding, degradation

You continue to twirl on the bar stool, your attention long adverted from the chatter dispersed around you. It wasn’t an uncommon for you to tune out of the league’s conversations, especially when the topic was new recruits. New female recruits. To be honest you didn’t think new recruits within the group was necessary, but then again it wasn’t your call. You rolled your eyes at the thought and let yourself tune into the girl riding Shigaraki’s dick, desperate to receive a compliment.

“I really admire your ideologies. I’m willing to follow through with any task given. Any task given.” She enunciates, taking a step closer towards both Dabi and Shigaraki. Her small stature made her seem sweet, cute even, but her eyes had mischievous intent. The two men glance at eachother exchanging an understanding look before, looking back to the girl.

“Thank you for your interest. We look forward to your loyalty. Kurogiri be a gent and show her out.” Shigaraki, responds.

The girl grins as if she just had an interview and was sure she got the job. As Kurogiri shows her out you watch her sway her hips, the skirt she’s wearing a little less than admiring. After Kurogiri is out of sight you sigh in relief.

“Thank god that’s over. Fucking groupies, this is getting old.” You sigh raising from the bar stool.

“Her quirk will be of use to us.” Dabi shrugs.

“Shapeshifting? Tch, isn’t that what we have Toga for?”

“You think I’d drink animal blood?! Gross Y/N!” The blonde exclaims, partially offended.

“Wouldn’t put it past you babe.” You shrug, “I’d rather you be able to do both that way we don’t have some groupie in the league.”

“Why so judegmental now Y/N? Aren’t you all about giving people chances and bullshit like that?” Dabi snarks, shoving his handing into his pockets.

“Not skanks,” you reply, “Well, maybe she didn’t come off as a skank to you seeing as you were pretty friendly.”

“Jealousy is fucking ugly on you.” Shigaraki rasps, opting to leave the room with the others rather than hear you bicker with the black haired male.

“Jealous? The hell is there to be jealous about?!” You shout, the leader sending you the finger before leaving.

“Shigaraki’s right.” Dabi agrees, beginning to stroll away to his room, “It’s also a huge turn off.”

“Turn off ? It’s not like I ever turned you on. You’d rather the skimpy skinny bitch, right? She seems more your type.” Dabi stops to turn around to face you.

The expression on his face was unreadable but the aura he was emitting was deadly. He then inches toward you causing you to take little steps back.

“Y/N.” Is all he says and you stop right where you are. As he closes the space between you he grabs your arm, the force of his fingertips crushing into your muscle.

“The room. Now.” He grits, shoving you in front of him.

“Don’t fucking shove me. Better yet keep your hands off of me. ” You mumbled, making your way down the hall.

When you enter the room Dabi slams the door behind you.

“So fucking unnecessary,” you voice, back turned to him.

“No, your fucking unnecessary. And fucking look at me when I’m talking to you.” He demands gripping your shoulder and flipping you around.

“Didn’t I say to keep you damn hands off of me?!” You hiss, pushing his hands off of you. Dabi, refutes by taking a death hold on your waist, pushing you into the foot of the bed. His hands grip tighter and eventually your sides begin to run hot, the smell of singed clothing flooding the air.

He draws closer to your face, he gets so close you can feel his breath ghost over your lips, “Now listen you fucking brat, I don’t know what your problem is but you better fix that shit real fast. I don’t like to play with bratty bitches.”

“Your the bratty bitch,” you bark. Dabi’s lips draw together before he pushes you over the footboard and onto the bed. He then climbs inbetween your legs and loops his fingers around what’s left of your belt loops.

“You can either tell me what your problem is now or you can wait until my cock is rupturing your fucking cervix. ” he offers, pulling your pants off along with your underwear.

“Do your worst, bitch.” You spit.

Now I know it seems like that was a badass move, but it was a bad decision to say the least. Dabi was never a gentle lover and now that you’ve pissed him off, he definitely wasn’t going to take and precautions. You were being a bitch and if the only way to fix that is fucking you, then so be it.

Without any care he yanks you up and takes off the remainder of your clothing. Your lips purse into a thin line, the feisty part in you wanting to say something, but with the mood you had put him in you knew better. In one motion your back hits the mattress once more.

The male on top of you doesn’t even bother stripping from his clothing. You watch as he undoes his zipper and shimmies his pants below his hips. He sucks air into his mouth before pushing it out causing spit to fly onto your slit as well as his cock.

He then grabs the back of your knees, his fingertips still hot from the incident earlier, and throws them onto his shoulders.

“Don’t open your mouth until your ready to tell me what the hell is wrong with you,” and with that remark he plunges the whole of his cock into your pussy. You let out a shaky gasp which is quickly met by a hand around your throat.

“Not a fucking peep.” The male urges, drawing out of your folds before thrusting back in. He slams his hips into yours hard enough to send you moving forward on the mattress. The sheets beneath you losing there stability. Your pussy clenches around his length in an attempt to lessen the impact of his thrusts.

“Stop clenching. Your gonna rip my dick off,” he growls, and it sends chills through out your body. Dabi had such a disgusting mouth, vial even, but in the end it’s only added to your pleasure. The pleasure which you couldn’t admit you were indulging in. The thought of Dabi fucking you with no mercy only made you want to piss him off more.

Your voice ached to be heard as he continued to fuck your greedy pussy. The sounds of slapping and low distasteful grunts echoed off the hollow walls as he continued to reek havoc on your slit. The closer he got to cumming the closer he neared your cervix.

“You know what? Your fucking cute like this. Being a stubborn fucking brat. Making me fuck you just to get you to act right.”

Cute? Through the rough pleasure that you were feeling that word made something burn inside you.

“Cute? You don’t think I’m fucking cute.” You wither through labored breaths. He takes the pressure off of your neck, interested in trying to hear you explain yourself as he pounds your cunt.

“And why wouldn’t I think your cute, mm?”

“Because you were into that thin bitch. Talking to her, grinning at her. Bet you couldn’t wait until I left so you could fuck her.”

“If I wanted to fuck her I would’ve fucked her. But here I am balls fucking deep in my cunt. In the pussy that belongs to me.” His vulgar words, spark a heat in your tummy, leaving your insides twitching.

“So that’s what the attitude was for? Because you thought I wanted to fuck some rando?” He chuckles before taking the back of your thighs into his hands. He then pushes them back as far as they can go before pulling the length of his cock out, leaving only the tip. Your hand scrambles to meet his stomach but by the time your fingers meet his skin he’s already eight inches deep in your pussy. The head of his cock kissing your cervix.

“Dabi!” You cry out, your toes curling as he slams the weight of himself into you. The boy leans down and places a tart kiss on the shell of your ear.

“So pretty when you cry out like that.” You whimper at his words and weakly shove at his chest.

“Take some out. I told you what was wrong.” A feeble whine lacing your tone.

“I know that’s what we agreed on but your sucking me in. I couldn’t pull some out if I tried.” He whispers, dragging his tongue up your ear. You groaned, squirming under him it was as if he just kept adding inches. Nevertheless the pain you felt was something you were use to, something that you only used to add to your pleasure.

“Gonna cum.” You cry out as he rhythmically fills you up, his cock crashing against your womb again and again. You feel you thighs tremble as your body locks up around him. Your hands slam down gripping the sheets as your orgasm courses through your body. Dabi moves his mouth to kiss you as he lets his own orgasm spill into you. Once you regain your breath you lazily push him off of you.

“Heavy.” You mumble, grabbing the sheets to cover yours self, but before you can pull them over your chest they’re ripped from your hands.

“Don’t.” He demands, letting his hand trail up and down your lower abdomen as he lays he head on your chest, “Let me rub here. It’s cute.”

“Stop calling me cute.” You say rolling your eyes.

“But that’s what you are. Your a damn brat as well but your beautiful, perfect body, perfect smile. It warms my shallow ass heart.” You fluster at his words as he continues his actions.

“Dabi don’t say-.”

“Will you be quiet?” he sighs, “I love you. Your perfect. I wouldn’t dare think of another girl so stop your whining.” You obey and entangle your hand in his hair .

Nothing else needed to be said on your part or his. You were aware of you over exaggeration of the situation and you were glad you had a boyfriend who cared enough to hear you out, even if it was after destroying your cervix.

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Bully!Dabi pt. 3

Tags: @shikamaruscumrag @pinkiy13l @an-ambivalent @luno614 @sukunasleftkneecap

Tw:dubcon, noncon, bullying, manipulation, Russian roulette

“Doll? Come on out and I won’t hurt you too bad.”

You wait with bated breath as he walks right past your hiding place behind some crates, blue fire licking up the sides of his body and held in the palms of his scarred hands.

He’s mad, you know he is. He’s teasing you, of course he is, why else wouldn’t he just turn on the lights and pounce?

No, this is another punishment of sorts. A punishment for escaping your previous punishment from being locked in your room.

Another lash of burning cobalt strikes against a wall about 10 feet away from you, and you curse yourself internally. If only you had just stayed in bed a couple days more, if only you hadn’t snuck out when he left, if only, if only…

“Baaaabbyyyyy”

It sounds so wrong and uncharacteristic coming out from his gravely voice.

You huddle your limbs even closer to yourself, paying no mind to the cramping in your knees from being squished for so long.

It’s been about 25 minutes or so from what you can remember. It’s hard to remember anything that happened this bland morning anyways when the climax of your life was seemingly taking place here, after you entered the wrong room.

You had honestly just wanted a peek outside of Dabi’s room and maybe a drink of water, nothing more.

Or so you tell yourself.

But can you really be blamed? Who else wouldn’t have run out the moment they got a chance after spending almost two weeks in the same shitty room, being used as fuckmeat and only given bread scraps and salty cum as meals.

It didn’t matter how close he held you at night, how his strokes seemed to brush up against all the right places, how he tried catching your eye every time he wanted to talk about anything (which you would never really indulge in, only giving him a soft grunt or a nod). He was a monster, a demon in disguise that was keeping you against your will in his clutches.

A loud crash closer than before hits your ears, and you stifle an impending whimper. You can tell he’s roamed closer than before, finding nothing from his earlier place in the front of the storage room.

“I’m getting pretty fucking tired of repeating myself doll. You must be even more of a masochist than I thought since it’s like you want me to fuck you up even worse than I did before.”

His words are quiet but they do enough to cause a loud beating in your already-pacing heart, so loud in fact that you fear he can hear it racing a mile a minute.

You wonder if anyone is nearby, if they even remember you’ve been missing for a while now.

“Y/N”

“Come out, pretty girl. You know I miss you”

But you don’t miss him.

What you do miss, however, is not being chased into an empty storage room and hounded like a fucking dog. You miss joking with Twice, painting your nails with Toga, making Shigaraki chuckle.

All of a sudden, the crate next to you is covered with hellfire. The flames that are thrust from Dabi’s hands are so wild that they seat through your shirt and prick your skin.

You scream and scrabble backwards, the light of his fire illuminating his face leering up above you in the dark like a ghoul from a children’s book.

You clap your hands over your mouth, ignoring your bubbling skin as fear overrides premonition, but the damage has already been done.

It’s eerily quiet for a minute. Then, he whispers,

“Found you”

Even in the pitch black room you can practically see him lunging towards you, and you scuttle backwards on your hands and feet in terror. His hands miss your bare feet by a few inches, and he snarls before making another swipe.

“Fucking bitch, this is the thanks I get for taking care of you, bathing you, feeding and fucking you?”

You yelp as he lights up the floor on both sides of your trembling body, and you see his figure once more as the blue fire shows the sick grin twisted up on his face.

“Leave me alone,” you sob, clambering up on your feet and running backwards as he advances on you. The smoke from his quirk is filling the room, and you erupt in hoarse coughs as it’s filtered through your aching lungs.

Everything about him is toxic.

“Nah. That’s not how this works sweetheart. You see, I take care of you, and in return, you do whatever the fuck I say when I say it.”

He raises his palms to you and you flinch, covering your head and colliding with the wall behind you. You’re too scared and tired to evade him again as you feel his body cover you and brush against yours as you shake in place, your arms still above your face.

He cooes at you. “There there, my stupid little bitch. You were scared daddy was gonna hurt you, right?”

His stitched palm caresses your bitten bottom lip and trails up to your tear-stained cheek.

After a moment of you saying nothing, he slaps the side of your face, hard, and you gasp in pain. Now it wasn’t just your stomach that felt on fire.

“I asked you a question, you brain dead whore. Are you scared daddy’s gonna burn you? ‘You scared he’s gonna beat you black you blue? ‘Scared he’s gonna cut a gaping hole in your burnt tummy and fuck the gash?” He leans in and lets his raspy words settle over your ears as he tenderly brushes your hair away from it. He softly kisses the shell of you ear, and when you sob quietly he wraps his arms around your middle and hugs you close, paying no heed to how you uncomfortably squirm when your raw torso burns from the contact.

You squeeze your eyes shut and try not to inhale too much, lest the smoke embedded all over his body gets too close for comfort in your system.

“Y-yes daddy. Please don’t hurt me, I was…a bad girl.” You cringe when the words are wobbled out, but you know it’s what he wants.

To humiliate you, to hurt you. Who was he kidding when he said he loved you?

Dabi, however, feels butterflies in his own stomach.

See, this is what you need. To answer to Daddy, to submit to him so that he can take care of you. That’s why you stayed so long in his room, right? It’s cause you knew it would make him happy if you listened to him. You let him make love to you, and treat you like his little girl because deep down, you know this is where you belong.

So why are you fighting him? You never raised a complaint for a week and a half, you only stayed quiet and kept your eyes shut when he asked if you were okay. That means you liked it, right? No real opposition, after all.

Except for now.

Dani is honestly disappointed in you right now, you were doing so well…so why’d you have to go and ruin it?

He might’ve softened from the way your body shakes and your sobs are muffled by his smoke-scorched jacket as you press against him for comfort, but the image of you turning around and running away when you saw him earlier hurts him too much.

It angers him.

Why the fuck were you so scared? Hasnt he shown you enough that he loved you? What, does he need to fucking spell it out for you?

Why were your eyes filled with such terror when he caught you? Did you turn away from him and run because you thought he was going to make you look like him, all burnt up and hideous?

Honestly, he would never, but if you’re so hellbent on making him the bad guy, then fine, he’ll play the bad guy.

Anything for his precious little girl.

And so he tightens his arms around you and chuckles cruelly when you whine at the lack of air.

“Well, you were right. I am pretty pissed, I mean I told you to come out and you didn’t listen right?”

“S-sorry,” you weakly choke out.

He laughs even more crazed now, crushing your ribs so tight he could actually hear your breath wheezing out of you, could feel your weak little punches against his back.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it. No no, I want you to beg for your fucking life now.”

Your eyes widen as his arms begin to warm up and become unbearably hot.

“Dabi, no, no please!”

You writhe in pain as he cackles above you, savoring the choked breaths that emit from your wetted lips.

As soon as you begin to see spots, he releases you, and flings you against the corner of the room.

You go flying and bang your head against the concrete wall, his voice muted and swimming around in your ears as you fight for consciousness.

He saunters towards you in all his flaming glory, hands in his pockets as if he were walking out for some fresh air. He crouches in front of you and lifts your head with the pads of his fingers.

“Awww, my poor little girl. That had to have hurt, huh? You’re bleeding,” he cooes and blows a strand of hair away from your eyes.

He’s not lying, you can feel hot blood trickle down the side of your head as your vision sways.

“Stop this,” you pant. “I get it, I’m sorry- you were right and I was wrong, I shouldn’t have ran. I’ll listen to you from now on-“

“-But you said that last time, didn’t you?” He cocks his head and with the light of his turquoise fire against the shadows of the room, he looks like a being from hell itself.

“Remember? When you sucked me off like the dirty whore you are? Remember that you stupid cunt?” His grin becomes more reminiscent of a wolf baring its fangs, and you’re rendered silent in complete terror.

He takes your silence as an encouraging factor to continue his fun.

“You ever played Russian Roulette, Y/N?”

You have enough sense to quickly shake your head, a sinking feeling in your stomach forming at his implication.

“Me neither. But I kinda wanna try it right now. So, back against the wall. Stand up straight and spread your legs.”

You look at him incredulously. “You can’t be serious Dabi.”

He raises an eyebrow and a fire grows in the palm of his hand. “Wanna find out? Oh wait, you already are- now do what I said otherwise you’ll have one less leg.”

You don’t need more motivation to act on his orders.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly spread your legs and place your palms flat against the wall.

“Spread ‘em more. That shouldn’t be anything new to you.”

You wince at his dig but continue to widen the stance between your legs.

He smiles at your compliance.

“Good. This should be fairly easy, I mean the room is already dark enough to count as having a blindfold. Whatever you do, just don’t move.”

You wouldn’t know it, but he’s sincerely saying it for your sake. He’s glad for the safety of the dark, because he doesn’t want you to see the way he hastily wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans as he prepares himself for his next move.

The room goes dark, his fire has been put out.

You inhale softly, blood pounding in your heart as your hands shake in anticipation.

Then all of a sudden, a fireball comes barreling right towards you, in between your parted legs.

You shriek and jerk, but luckily you’re saved from being singed.

“I told you not to move, babe.” He clicks his tongue and rubs his erection absentmindedly.

A second, then third bolt of fire comes at the side of your head, singing your hair and then dangerously close to your already burnt stomach.

At each one you sob and do your best not to move, not to take in Dabi’s utterly emotionless face as you wail for mercy.

The last one comes so powerful that as it strikes the wall next to you, flecks of ash sting your cheeks and lips.

Your knees are jelly, your mouth is aching from begging for your life as he wanted.

But you know he’s done when he lets out a loud yawn and groan as he stretches his arm and flexes his fingers.

“A-are we done?” You sniffle.

He says nothing at first. You just hear him ask a couple steps towards you, his boots echoing in the room. You assume he stops in front of you because you can feel his body in front of your kneeling figure.

His hand descends and feels around until he reaches the top of your head. Stroking softly, he twirls locks through his fingers and gently shushes you until your hiccups subside, and you lean your forehead against his thigh.

“‘You happy it’s done? You did so well for me, sweetheart.”

“Yes Dabi. Thank you,” you utter softly, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.

“Yeah? How thankful are you?”

You still at that.

He starts to unbuckle his belt.

You pull your head back, and he pulls his pants down.

“Dabi-“

“Shhh, don’t ruin this. Just keep your mouth shut and let your body do the talking. Show me how grateful you are that I spared your fucking life.”

The gentle way he handled you clashed with his harsh words, and you have a moment of whiplash.

He kneels down in front of you and lets his hands wander in the dark until he meets your torso.

You hiss at the sensitive flesh, but he doesn’t stop. He just moves his hand under your shirt and higher, pushing your bra up until your tits spill from the bottom of it.

He bites his lip as you whimper from his touch, his thumbs swirling around your nipples and prodding the squishy flesh.

Dabi gets more eager when you throw your head back at one particularly rough squeeze and shuffles even closer, his pants and underwear at his knees, member bouncing out in the open air.

“Take your panties off,” he rasps, furiously stroking his cock.

You surrender and slowly pull your sweats off, and then your panties as you hear him lightly panting in eagerness.

The second he hears them drop to the floor he lunges for your feet and yanks your forward, catching you in his lap as you yelp.

It’s pitch black, but he can feel you clear as day.

The tickle of your hair hanging in his face, your sweet smell clouding his rationale, the melodious sounds of fear and pleasure mixed with pain make his prick stand painfully at attention, weeping at the slit for your pussy.

He doesn’t even bother taking your shirt off in impatience, he simply barks at you to hold the hem up so he can feel your breasts bouncing against his face when he motorboats them.

You, however, shakily hold his hand at your waist when he pulls you forward until your bare hole presses against his length, coating it with light juices.

“Oh fuck, doll, your pussy’s practically begging me to fuck it. ‘You like having your life in danger? No wonder you keep fucking up,” he groans as he moved beneath you, letting his hips rock back and forth to gain friction from under you.

“Wait, go slowly-“

“No the fuck I won’t,” he interrupts. You have enough sense to bite back any retorts from the subtle growl in his words.

He lifts you up from underneath your ass, and you raise your hips in compliance as he grabs his dick, circling it around your swollen nub and then pressing it against your entrance.

You breath shakily and run your hands through his hair, not so much in a loving gesture but tightly in futile hopes to deter him in any possible way.

He takes it either way as you wanting him equally, and without further ado he slams your hips down on his whole length.

You howl in pain as he begins bouncing you, pressing down on your shoulders and forcing your poor cunt to envelope him fully at each stroke.

The room is filled with the lewd sounds of your ass clapping on his dick, the mixed fluids from both of your bodies and the harmonies of his low grunts and your high pitched whines.

You can feel his dick twitch violently inside of you as he nears his climax. He flips you over on your back and starts pounding into you, laughing cruelly in your face as you cry out from the intensity of his strokes.

“D-Dabi! Pull out, I’m not on birth control!”

“Good.”

You open your eyes to stare at him in horror, barely making out the marred features of his face.

“I’m gonna fill you up with my babies. You’re gonna be plugged with my cum from now on, ‘s the only way you’ll stop running.”

“Get the fuck off me, this isn’t funny-!”

He grabs your rising fists and pins them back against the floor, crushing your wrists in the process.

“Who said I’m laughing?” And he isn’t laughing anymore, no, on the contrary he looks the most serious that he’s ever been, and that terrifies you the most.

The upper half of his body is suspended in midair above you as his pelvis smashes against your clit in a steady rhythm.

“‘Bet you’d like that, bet you’d like having all your holes stuffed with my kids. They’re gonna grow up and know how slutty their mommy was, they’re gonna watch and learn how Daddy earned his name. You think they’ll cry when they hear you scream for me?”

You want to rip out your ears from the filth pouring from his mouth, but unfortunately your hands are trapped under his grasp.

All you can do is chant “no, no, no,” under your breath as he’s pushed over the edge.

“Or maybe I’ll tie your legs against the barstools outside and let every man out there have his way with you. You missed them, right? I’m sure they missed you too, I’m sure they missed the way you’d fuck them the second they made you laugh,” bitterness seeps into his voice as ropes of cum shoot out.

He moans loudly in your ear and collapses against your body, sweat intermingling in the cervices of your entangled limbs.

It takes around three minutes for you both to catch your breaths, and for him to shakily raise himself on his elbows to peer down into your ruddy face.

“Clean yourself up. You’re going back to my room. And this time, if you try to run we’ll repeat this entire process again, but I’ll actually let everyone have their way with you. It’ll be like an orgy version of Russian Roulette, well all place bets on whose kid it is.”

You don’t miss the rest of the League, anymore

[keilemlucent]

prey and promises

 (NSFW)

hawks | takami keigo x reader 

word count: ~2.1k

keigo is a people pleaser at heart, and you’re his person. you want to try some new things in the bedroom. you do the math.

warnings: light restraints, light predator/prey (ish), praise kink, service dom keigo

a/n: people pleasing keigo is my kink, service dom keigo is my kink, here’s some pwp. this was originally my drabble for the exchange, but it got a wee bit long so it’s its own bastard now. enjoy some h word and happy valentine’s day loves!!!! 💗💗💗

“That too tight, dove?”

No, and honestly? Not tight enough.

The rope binding on your wrists was a bit too loose, a bit unpracticed, but a good effort despite all of that. Keigo really tried his best for you, and you could tell.

The bedroom was dim, for the sake of romance, suspense, or both. Only the flicker of a few perfectly placed jar and pillar candles lit the room, allowing Keigo’s wings to cast large, beautiful shadows across the room.

You watched, mesmerized by just his shadow.

That wasn’t mentioning the man who was straddling your hips, chest level with your face as he futzed with your bound wrists.

He worried to himself, nervously speaking just above breathing.

Who would’ve fucking thought, that number two, pro hero ‘Hawks’ was a goddamn sweetheart in bed?

He was a notorious playboy (wrong, but tabloids work harder than sinners on their knees), and unabashed flirt (true, but before you, he’d always been shit at the follow-through). Yet, he’d been worrying about the state of your bound arms for what had to be at least ten minutes.

As much as you appreciated the care, you were practically dripping onto the bed from all of the teasings he’d led up with (kissing, sucking, torturing your poor nipples until they were hard, flushed, and bitten.) It had been too long since you’d had the proper time to spoil each other, and Keigo was exploiting the opportunity for all it was worth.

Some time ago, he must’ve had the rope shipped to your shared apartment without you knowing. It wasn’t too thick, not too rough, just perfectly oiled and deep scarlet. It was worn by the time he’d brought it out to you that night, a surprise for you, but not him. He’d obviously been practicing knots in the little spare time he had.

It showed how much he cared, truly.

You’d mentioned, offhand, a month or two ago over a shared bottle of wine that you’d like to ‘spice things up’ in the bedroom when you had the chance to. Keigo had been intrigued, dug in a little more, and got you blushing and revealing a good handful of kinks.

And he delivered, the best he could anyway, with the experience and research he’d been able to put together.

“Not too tight at all,” You tug on the restraints, wiggling a bit below him, antsy and needy already. “Now get down here, or I’m gonna leave hickeys in some very visible places.”

Keigo ‘ooo’ed and flopped to rest his chest against yours, the chill of the barbels through his nipples making you shiver. He gives you a pleased smile, eyes sharp and half-lidded all at the same time, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

“Both, if you keep talking and not touching,” You really tried to keep your tone from getting whiney. Keigo was content, always content, to be a tease, and without your hands, it was even easier to fall to mush beneath him.

“Needy,” Keigo clicked his tongue, snapping the elastic of the garter over your thighs. With his weight over your hips, and your arms high and held to the headboard, there wasn’t much you could do other than writhe a bit and plead with your eyes.

“If you were in my position, you’d be the same way,” you hissed.

“Maybe,” He mussed, lips trailing over the skin of your throat.

Keigo stole any retort and the breath from your lungs as he chomped down on your neck (really, he bit down) and suck at the skin. The bruise he was leaving began to ache almost immediately, teeth kneading away even as you arched and gasped beneath him.

You bucked your hips, begging silently for just a bit more—

And Keigo growled against your pulse. His hands gripping the fat above your waist and pressing you into the mattress with his body weight.

His wings puffed up and outstretched before your eyes as your breaths became more labored with each moment.

He’s really fucking turned on.

Keigo pulled back to sit over your hips, pupils wide and having eaten the amber of his eyes long again.

You tried to grind up into him, desperate for just something—

And Keigo pressed you to the bed again, wings widening to cover the two of you as a low rumble broke from his throat. You swallowed dry and your lips fell open as you watched Keigo, somewhat in awe and very horny.

“Here’s how tonight’s gonna work,” Keigo sounded way too pleased that you’d finally stilled. “You’re gonna be the good girl I know you are and let me decide how and when you get to feel good. You can do that, can’t you?”

You didn’t have a lot of fight left in you, not with the way he was looking at you, not with the way his hands were stretching and squeezing over your curves.

The small part of your brain that was still functioning recalled your tipsy conversation from months before—

...

“I dunno,” You giggled, leaning on Keigo’s side. “I just think I’d be nice to feel a little bit smaller, and weaker. In like a hot way.”

“... Small and weak is hot to you?” Keigo’s word only slurred slightly.

“Nah, not like that!” You pushed against his shoulder, hiding your bashful grin in his bicep. “Like... Use me a bit, you know? However you want to fuck me up, fuck me up.”

...

Apparently, Keigo had taken your request to heart. Did some serious ruminating. And was planning on delivering.  

“I said,” His wings half-flapped (oh, you were fucked)— “‘You can do that, can’t you?’”

He ran the tips of his nails (talons) over your ribs, the fucking bastard.

The nail in the coffin was the way how he dragged them up and up. Over the curves of your sides, your tits, heaving chest, and collar bones to plant either hand on the side of your head.

And Keigo leaned over you, naked and leaking, wings extended high with a fucking delicious and terrifying gleam filling his eye.

The sharp talon on his thumb ran over your cheek, and your stomach dropped. You felt your cunt clench around nothing as you pulled at the restraints.

“Yes, y-yes, yes!” You sputtered, lost in the pitch of Keigo’s pupils. “I can do that, it, whatever you want, please.”

Keigo visibly shuddered when you begged, but you hardly noticed. You were far more focused on how he shifted a knee between your parted legs, nudging his own flush with your bare cunt.

“Then fuck yourself on my thigh.”

Your hips moved without thought, the muscles and flesh on your tummy flexing to get just a morsel of him.

“Oh, I think I like this,” His breath felt so fucking hot against your ear, you swore you were scalded. “You’re just so fucking gorgeous when you doing just what I want you to.”

A strained, little sound dribbles from your lips as you nod, ‘yes, yes, I’m sure I look nice but I need more’, turning your head to drag your lips over his cheekbone.

His feathers ruffled, wings fluttering and flexing, the primaries scraping the ceiling but neither of you had a mind to care. Keigo had never really had this energy before, and you were a fucking glutton for it. You needed more, more of him and whatever he was willing to give.

You were begging for it without even thinking about it.

Keigo sat back on his heels, chest and cheeks flushed enough to match his wings.

He was so fucking pretty.

You took him all in, lips parting and just a bit of drool spilling from the corner of your mouth. Just a little bit.

All the while, you kept grinding on his thigh, soaking Keigo in slick that he oh so fucking sinfully gathered up on two fingers that he then sucked clean.

Bastard, bastard—

And impatient bastard.

“Such a good little dove,” Keigo purred, palming his cock with his saliva-soaked hand. “My good little dove. I’m sure you want something to fill you up, don’t you? Tell me. Use that mouth of yours.”

And you spewed.

You slurred about how hot Keigo was like this, how much you needed his cock, because, I don’t know, for fuck’s sake, without it you might as well die. You licked your chapped lips as he grinned above you, more smug than you’d ever seen him.

And thank fucking god, he threw your legs over his shoulders and fucked into you clean with one, single motion.

You shrieked, stretched and stuffed without a moment to adjust but you didn’t fucking care. The burn was grounding, the heat spreading from your cunt to the tips of your toes and fingers as you tugged at the restraints, begging for more until your voice went hoarse.

And, as... predatory as Keigo was presenting himself, large and sharp and intimidating, he was ultimately still your dutiful lover who wanted nothing more than to have you ruined for anyone else on his thick, pretty cock.  

“FUCK!” Your voice broke high as you took Keigo’s cock, eyes rolling white as he moved, so fast— “K-Keigo!”

The tempo he set was something worse than brutal. It tore the breath from your lung with each slam of his hips. Each slap of skin on skin had a high moan ripping from your throat in time with the creek of the headboard. The way his cock hit everything so perfectly was overwhelming, but all the same you wanted to drown in it, take it between your ribs and absorb and it and be—

“Whose are you?”

His, Keigo’s, his, his, HIS—

“Y-Yours, yours, YOURS!”

Your vision sparked on the edges as you came, spin curling off the bed, back blown to high hell but you didn’t fucking care. All you could focus on was the pleasure of it all and the way Keigo didn’t slow—

The bastard sped up.

You sputtered something, a weak ‘too much!’, but with no safeword (no need to use it, you felt more alive on his cock than you had in a long time), Keigo kept up his pace, sweat pouring down his temples and feathers twitching blurrily in your vision.

A hand slipped between your bodies, “Y-You’re so perfect, baby, best f-fucking girl in the world for me.”

“Y-you’re best girl?” Your voice broke into a whine as pummeled that knot of nerves, your gut overheating in the best way—

“Yes, fuck, my best girl,” Keigo took only a moment of pause, catching his breath before continuing at a pace and depth you didn’t think you could take but you were— “My b-best, perfect, girl. You’re fucked for me, aren’t you?”

You nodded dumbly, watching Keigo’s bow forward with the curve of his spine.

“Good, good,” Keigo’s voice was just as rough as yours, weak for you and your spent, perfect body and self. “You take me so well, gonna take all of me so, so—”

The finger rolling your clit sped up, and heat shot through you, cunt clenching and sending the two of your tumbling with each other.

“GOOD!”

Keigo’s hips finally stuttered, slamming into yours once, twice, and third time before he spills into you, stuffing you so full you swear you can feel it in your tummy.

You were cresting at the same time, swimming in the sensation of him, slick soaking your thighs as Keigo gave a few shallow thrusts, stuffing you.

And you came down together.

You were only half lucid as Keigo pulled out, laying thick praise on you with words and little kisses to your undoubtedly sore legs. A feather or two loosened the ties around your wrists, so your arms could drop limply to your sides. The rope left the prettiest indentations that you made a not to ogle at when you were more present. 

Keigo flopped beside you in the sheets, greedy hands pulling you close to mingle in sweat, sound and breath.

“So, how was I?” Keigo asked.

Someone less practiced in knowing him would assume his tone sounded over-confident, the lazy smirk he was wearing only adding to his incredible acting.

But you could tell from the tension still bound up in his wings, and the little crinkles between his brows, and the thick swallow he gives you, that he is indeed asking you, genuinely, ‘how did I do?’.

You replied with a deep breath, fumbling a bit to grab his hips, fingers dancing up his spin to rest the roots of his wings between your spread fingers.

“You did so good, Kei’, please fuck me like that again sometime—” It would probably be smart to let your very blown out back heal, but—

Keigo kissed you, hard and hot with a hand pulling your jaw just right.

“‘Sometime’?” Keigo murmured, nibbling your bottom lip, the fucking whore. “Why not now?”

You had no reason to refuse, so why not?