#NSFT fanfic

[claws-and-quills]

Hot Blooded

A/N: This takes place during Days of Future Past. There's just something about Logan dressed in those tight ass jeans and wearing that silk button-up that just does something to me.

CW: Breeding Kink, Some Choking, Oxygen Deprivation, Overstimulation, Oral (female receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Blood, Marking, Primal Dom!Logan, Jealous!Logan, implied age gap, established relationship, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy

Genre: Smut, some Fluff at the end

Pairing: DOFP!Logan x Fem Reader

The club was packed shoulder to shoulder with a sea of dancing bodies. 70's disco blared over the speakers loud enough to make the bones in your body vibrate with every beat of the bass. Sure, you and Logan had been sent back into the past to fix and repair things between Charles and Erik, but that didn't necessarily mean that you were going to be a stickler the entire time. What better way to blend in than this? While you were jovial and lively, Logan remained more on the stoic side of things.

He watched you closely while you leaned over the pool table. His eyes slowly dragged across the curves of your breasts and waist, then along the curves of your ass and thighs. The spandex pants you wore clung to your curves in all the right places. His eyes trail back up along the length of your legs and the subtle curve of your back just above your hips. Reaching into the front pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a cigar and places it between his lips. Lighting the end of the cigar, he takes in a slow drag from it; the smoke slowly curls and swirls into the air from the flame.

“It's not rocket science, bub. C'mon, it can't be that hard, now can it?” He husks, smoke slowly billows from his mouth and nose as he speaks. You could feel his body against yours as he leans over you, resting his hands over yours to help you line up your shot against the number 2 ball. “Nice and easy, draw back, and shoot.”

The cue ball collides against the 2 and sinks it into the corner pocket. “Good girl. Now, let's see if you can do it to the 4 ball. Just like I showed you.” He pulls away to watch you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears. Parts of you wishing he hadn't pulled away. The overpowering aroma of rustic oak, leather, mint, and tobacco lingered in your senses. He smelled heavenly to you, and looked even better. You lift your gaze to be fixed on him. He was a fine piece of work indeed. Your eyes follow him as he walked around to the other side of the table, his eyes trained on you. There's a cocky smirk at his lips as his eyes trailed down to the teasing amount of cleavage your crop top had been showing off.

“Enjoying the view, Logan?” You finally ask with cocky confidence as you line up your shot against the 4 ball. Cursing under your breath as it rolls just short of the pocket. Perhaps you had spoken too soon, not that you minded. Despite his stoic exterior, Logan looked to be in his element. He was already a few beers deep into the evening and seemed to be enjoying himself with you even though you had to practically drag him out here.

“Don't go gettin’ too cocky now, bub. There's still plenty to go. We're just gettin’ started,” he exhales another plume of smoke before grabbing up his poolstick. You couldn't help but stare and drag your eyes across his body. The way his hair was slicked back, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off a teasing amount of hair on his chest. His dog tags hung lazily around his neck, drawing your attention to them. A familiar heat began to grow between your thighs, but who could blame you? There was something about seeing this side of Logan.

You prop yourself up onto a stool that sat catty-corner to the pool table. Grabbing up your bottle of beer and tipping your head back, you take a long drink while watching Logan. He was definitely beating your ass at this game of pool, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to even care if you lost this game. You were far too engrossed in the atmosphere. The blaring music, flashing lights, the sea of bodies that covered the dance floor, the stylish clothes, but most of all, you got to have this moment with Logan. You watch intently as he sank several of the striped pool balls into the pockets around the table.

The atmosphere of the nightclub almost hypnotized you. It was so easy to lose yourself. Your body swayed slightly in rhythm with the melodies of the songs that blared over the speakers. It wasn't until you heard an unfamiliar sound of someone clearing their throat that you tuned back into reality. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sight of an unknown man leaning against the table. He rested an elbow on the table, his eyes trained on you which made you shift your weight and lightly tug at the hem of your top, adjusting its position to try to cover yourself from the prying eyes of the stranger.

“What's a foxy mama like you doin’ sittin’ here all by yourself? You look like you're ready to be jivin’. C'mon, let me show ya a good time.” The man gives you a wink and steps closer to you. The expression you held didn't seem to be enough to deter him away. “C'mon, don't be playin’ hard to get. A fine piece of ass like that oughtta be down for a piece of this. C'mon, babe. What's it gonna take?”

You feign a fake smile, setting your beer down and gesturing with your head towards the pool table where Logan had just aggressively struck the cue ball against the striped 9 ball. “It's gonna take you gettin’ through him. You're welcome to be my guest, but truthfully, I really wouldn't advise it.”

The man follows your gaze. He let's out a hefty snort of laughter. Something about his body language told you that this wasn't going to end well. “Pffft, you have got to be trippin’. Don't tell me you seriously came here with your Pops. Hey! Hey Pops! You mind if I borrow your daughter here for a quick sec?!” The man calls out over the music towards Logan. You swallow dryly at the death glare that glazed Logan's eyes. His eyes narrowed at the close proximity that this stranger had to you. In that moment, the small crowd of people that had been occupying the pool tables and dartboards had shifted their attention towards you, Logan, and this stranger.

Logan sets the poolstick down across the table. His movements were rigid and deliberate; his eyes never leaving from the stranger as he approached the table you sat at. He reaches in front of the stranger, placing himself in the middle of you and him as he grabs his glass of whiskey and tosses it back with ease. He stands there in silence for a few moments before curling an arm around your shoulders. There's a smug smirk at Logan's lips as he does so, as though daring this fool to say something else. You lean into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist after sliding your arm underneath his leather jacket. He arches a brow at the stranger, inclining his head just slightly. You could feel how the muscles along his back and sides tensed and flexed with the movement.

“Perhaps you didn't hear me the first time, Pops. But since you're right here, guess I'll go ‘head and ask ya again. You mind if I steal your daughter away here for a little bit? It's a Saturday night, and she is just lookin’ foxy as hell. And you, well, you look like maybe you can use a night to yourself. Y'know, can go get your jive on.” The stranger very stupidly jokes towards an unfazed Logan. The corners of Logan's mouth pull into a tight smile, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle slightly as he forces out a hearty laugh. This leads to the stranger and his subsequent group of friends to also erupt into laughter.

“I heard you loud and clear the first time, bub. Either you're incredibly ballsy, or incredibly stupid to ask me the same question twice.” Logan gently pulls away from you to step towards this stranger. Logan towered over the man with ease. “Now…do yourself the favor, and get out of here kid.”

You watched intensely at the exchange between the two. Of the years you've known Logan, never had you ever seen this side of him before. Seeing this side of him had you turned on and wanting more. Judging by the body language on Logan, this wasn't going to end well at all. You slide off the barstool, moving to stand beside Logan. “Lo…just leave this putz be. He's not worth getting riled up over. Besides, we have a game to finish.” You press your body against his arm while rubbing his chest. You could feel the way the muscles of his pectorals rippled and flexed. A groan falls from your lips as the stranger opens his mouth again, and Logan gives you a look worth a thousand words.

“Look, I'm jus’ sayin’, dude. An old man like you can't possibly keep up with a fox like her. So why don't you go back to your little game, an’ let me jus’ take–” Before the stranger can finish his sentence, Logan slugs him across the jaw, followed by kicking the knees out from under the man. You cover your mouth in both shock and amusement as the scene unfolds before you. The stranger is obviously dazed and confused on the ground. Logan snatches him by the scruff of his collar with a menacing snarl.

“Now listen here, bub. I tried to be nice. I did. But you just don't know when to shut the fuck up. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off my girl. Get out of here, you're not worth the fucking time,” Logan threatens, kicking the stranger in the ribs. The poor putz scrambles to get to his feet, tripping on his own feet while shooting a death glare towards Logan. He returns his attention towards you, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you against his body. You knew damn good and well that Logan wasn't one for public displays of affection, but his possessiveness over you turned you on beyond comprehension.

“Someone is getting jealous. He isn't even worth getting riled up over, Lo. Let's just enjoy ourselves while we can.” You say lowly while rubbing his chest. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips while you fiddle with the button on his shirt. He could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. “Or…we can ditch this place all together.”

“I thought you'd never ask.” He husks under his breath. Inclining his head, he gestures for you to head towards the exit of the club. His eyes were now trained on you as he followed closely behind. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, and held purpose. Once outside, he shrugs out of his leather jacket to offer it to you as you both approach his motorcycle. “Once we get to the hotel, that ass is mine.”

A high pitched yelp escapes your lips at the sudden sting of his hand colliding against your ass. The spandex pants you wore didn't help one bit. The small layer of fabric didn't provide much protection for your ass. The skin there burned from the initial impact, but you knew you wanted more. You watch as Logan gives you a satisfied smirk while swinging a leg over his motorcycle while he waits for you to get situated behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands near the insides of his thighs. As he kick starts the engine, the vibrations of the rumbling engine made you want to squeeze your thighs together. Once you nod against his back, he revs the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.

The wind whipped through your hair as Logan weaved through the traffic on the streets. The night life was so much different from what you were used to back home. Parts of you wished you could stay in this time, this moment. You pull yourself closer against his back, one of your hands crept closer towards the inseam of his jeans and inching closer towards the ever growing bulge hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. You eagerly palm his hardening cock through his jeans. A soft ‘fuck’ falls from his lips, only to be swept away in the icy wind of the night. The ride back to the hotel felt like it would never end. Throughout the entire ride, you agonizingly teased him and palmed his throbbing cock to the point the sexual frustration was beyond evident in his eyes. He brings the motorcycle to a screeching halt in the parking lot of the hotel, where he eagerly disentangles himself from your arms.

“You're fucking mine. You've been driving me crazy all fuckin’ night dressed like that.” Logan growls as he stands and pulls you against his chest. His lips crash into yours for a feverent and needy kiss. His hands grips your hips, nails digging into the tender flesh just above the waistband of your pants.

“Then make me yours. I'm all yours.” You breathe into the kiss. The primal growl that came from Logan, rumbled through his entire body. The hunger in his eyes made every fiber in your burn. You needed him to fuck you, to claim you. Using his height and body, he guides you to back up towards the entrance of the hotel. Once you manage to turn your back to him, he's following behind you again like a hungry wolf that's ready to devour you.

Your words drive him over the edge. He fumbles with the key-card to get into the room. His lips and breath are hot and demanding against the hollow of your neck. Once the door is open, you both nearly tumble to the floor in a frenzy of needy touches, kisses, and hands roaming across the spanse of each other's bodies. Logan's hands find their way to the bottom most curves of your ass, hefting you up against his body. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the wall in a heated kiss. His teeth scrape against your lower lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. Obeying, your lips part and his tongue eagerly roams and explores the inside of your mouth. The kiss swallows your pitiful and needy moans as you taste Logan. You could still taste the faint remnants of whiskey and cigar on him, but it was intoxicating. Your hands eagerly work away the buttons of his shirt, roaming across his chiseled chest.

He slowly ruts his hips against yours. The friction elicits a heated whimper from you. “Logan, please…” you plead pitifully, raking your nails down his chest.

“Please what?” He growls while sucking on your lower lip. “Use your words.”

“Fuck me, Logan. Fuck me. Make me yours. Ruin me…” Another gasp falls from your lips as you're carried over to the bed, where he roughly sets you down. His lips crash against yours again; his hands grip your hips with a bruising strength before roaming up your body to just below your breasts. His fingers hook the hem of your crop top, pulling the fabric up and over your head and arms. Another moan is pulled from your lips at the rough sensation of his beard against the sensitive skin between the valley of your breasts. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down your chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into your navel before sinking his teeth harshly into the flesh just above your hip.

“Logan…Oh fuck…” you mewl helplessly as you lean back onto your elbows and kick your shoes off. He merely responds with another primal growl, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and eases them down your thighs, tossing the garments somewhere across the room. Your eyes flutter as he kisses and nips a trail along the inside of your thighs. The scruffiness of his beard scratches at your skin, making you involuntarily try to close your legs, but he growls in protest, curling your legs over his broad shoulders. He locks gazes with you while placing a hungry but chaste kiss over your clothed clit. The dampness of your arousal against your panties grew more with every aching second that passed.

“Keep those legs open. I'm just getting started with you,” he commands through a husk against you. Using two fingers, he tugs your panties to the side to expose your glistening cunt. The hunger in his eyes grew more primal as he eagerly dipped his head into you. His tongue dragging agonizingly slow through your slick folds. His moan vibrates against your clit and quivering pussy as his mouth encases your clit. His tongue draws tight, deliberate circles around your bundle of nerves. He pulls away just enough to grab your panties into his other hand, tearing the flimsy fabric in half and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping tightly and guiding his head back towards your needy cunt.

“Oh fuck…fuck…Logan…” you mewl at the sensation of the heat of his mouth against your clit. Your eyes flutter again as his tongue works you like a puppet. Every flick against your clit sent bolts of electricity through your body. He groans against you at the sensation of your nails digging into his scalp. Without warning, he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping pussy, earning a pleasurably pained squeal from you. A soft whimper escapes you as he pulls his fingers out, only to ram them into you again, this time deeper. Your walls flutter around his fingers, signaling to him to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of your needy cunt while he continued to eat you out. Soon enough, the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your pussy being ravaged by Logan.

With every pump, twist, and curl of his fingers, the fire in your belly grew hotter and hotter. You began to instinctively grind your hips onto his fingers and mouth. The harshness of the stubble on his chin left your legs trembling. With every flutter of your walls, Logan worked his fingers deeper into you, curling them upwards against your g-spot. The sensation makes your vision go white for a split second as you beg for him to do it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit in rhythm with the way he fucked his fingers deeply into you. This was enough to make the coil in your stomach become harder to control. Your thighs began to tremble and shake, the walls of your pussy convulsing as your orgasm grew nearer.

“L-Logan! Oh fuck!” You cry out helplessly as the first wave of your orgasm rocks through your body. He pulls his fingers out, your squelching orgasm following right behind. There's a dark chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he eagerly laps up your orgasm. Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you try to push him away. The sinful sounds of your squirting orgasm splashing against his chin and onto the floor fills the room. You cover your mouth to muffle the squeal that is pulled from deep within your chest. With every panting breath, your chest rises and falls, gasping for air.

“Fuck…you're doing so well. So good. I'm not finished with you.” He spoke gruffly. You lift your head to gaze at him. His chin, throat, and chest all glistened with remnants of your orgasm. His hair was a disheveled mess; his shirt bunched up and wrinkled around his waist. You swallow thickly at the prominent bulge in his jeans. He makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room. His eyes drank in your form, dragging across the curves of your body. “Turn over. Hands and knees. Now.”

Just as you turn to get onto your hands knees as commanded, you hear the familiar clink of his belt buckle falling against the floor. After kicking off his jeans and boxers, he kneels behind you, swiping his fingers through your pussy once again. You grip the sheets in your fists at the sensation of him slowly dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds. Lining himself up properly, he slams into you, snapping his hips and burying his entire length inside of your sopping cunt. He snakes an arm around you, his hand finding your throat, digging his thumb and index into your pulse. He leans into you, forcing your knees deeper into the mattress as his chest presses against your back.

“When I'm finished with you, no other man is gonna lay his eyes on you. Everyone is gonna know just who you belong to.” He husks against the shell of your ear, earning a needy whimper from you. As he sits back up onto his knees, he drags his nails down your throat and chest, across your abdomen, and up onto your hip. He sinks his thumbs into the dimples just above the crest of your hips, pulling out of you, only to slam into again. His movements are forceful, powerful, and deliberate. Each snap of his hips rocks your entire body.

The grip he used to hold onto you with was bound to leave bruises, but you didn't care. You wanted him to mark you as his own, to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. Small, pitiful squeaky moans escape you with every thrust that rocks through your body. The room is soon filled with the sounds of the bed creaking, mixing into the symphony of pitiful squeaks and moans that Logan is able to force out of you, and the sinful sounds of skin colliding against skin. You pant raggedly, gripping the sheets tightly and biting onto the corner of a pillow as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.

He drags a calloused hand up the length of your spine, stopping at the nape of your neck, where his fingers become entangled into your hair. He tugs harshly, pulling your head away from the pillow, your mouth falls open into a small ‘o’, a symphony of broken profanities fall from your lips. You manage to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder. The veins in his arms bulged slightly under his skin, small beads of sweat decorated his chest in a slick sheen of moisture that made his skin glisten in the pale moonlight. His hips snap against your, hitching forward as he grinds his cock deep into your sweet, tight, pussy.

“Fuck…you feel so good on my cock. You're taking me so well. Look at you…fucking beautiful.” He husks while leaning down to kiss and bite the back of your shoulder. His canines sank deep into your flesh, threatening to draw blood. You cry out helplessly at the searing pain. Hot blood pricks at your skin; the pain is soothed at the sensation of Logan's tongue tracing the rapidly bruising skin with his tongue. A shaky whimper falls from your lips as he pulls out, resting on his knees. “Turn over. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck a baby into that tight, little pussy.”

Your legs felt like jello beneath you. He releases your hair, grabbing onto your hips to help roll you onto your back. His eyes rake over your body, snarling grin as he licked his lips. Your blood still fresh on his tongue; the metallic taste drove him wild. You weren't sure what came over Logan, but you wanted everything he had in store for you. Cupping a hand under one of your knees, he hikes it up onto his hip, placing his other hand on the mattress next to your head as he buries his entire girthy length into you again. Your eyes flutter at the sensation of being filled by him again. Your chest rose and fell with every gulp of air you tried to suck down while he fucked you into the mattress. Small grunts and growls fell from his lips, mixed in with small words of praise towards you.

You curl your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. This encourages him to lean over you completely, his forehead pressed against yours. His dog tags dangle carelessly around his neck, swinging with every hitch and snap of his hips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him into a needy and breathy kiss. Your tongues meet in a flurry of passion, allowing you to taste the remnants of your orgasm on his breath. His hand finds its way back to your throat; his fingers digging into your pulse and making your head spin at the sudden lack of oxygen. Your eyes flutter as a familiar coil begins to twist in your stomach. Within seconds it's impossible to hold back. Your walls flutter and contract around his cock as your second orgasm surges through your body, blurring your vision.

“Oh fuck. Such a messy girl. So fucking messy.” He groans against your lips. Slowly, he moves his head to the valley between your breasts. His breath is hot and needy; his tongue swirls around the tender bud of one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches upwards into him at the sensation. His hand slides down your side and onto your other breast. The roughness of his hand felt heavenly on your silky smooth skin as he massaged your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger, earning a high pitched squeal from you.

Within moments, he switches the positions of his hand and mouth. Your nipples grow hard and achy at the attention. Your thighs quiver and tremble around his waist. You knew there was no way you could last much longer. Every fiber in your body felt ablaze as you chanted his name like a sinful prayer while your eyes flutter. Gripping his hair, you eagerly pull his head from your aching breasts. A string of saliva being the only thing still connected between his demanding mouth and your aching nipple.

“Lo…fuck…please…” You pant, unable to form a coherent sentence. The coil developing in your abdomen was growing tighter. There was born possible way you could cum for a third time, but the hungry look in Logan's eyes said everything his mouth didn't. The way his hips stuttered against yours, you knew that he was getting close to his orgasm as well.

“Fuck…M’close too…gonna fill you up, pretty girl.” He growls, gripping the headboard in his fist until his knuckles turned white. You drag your nails down his back, digging your heels into the back of his thighs. Your walls clench around him tightly, sending him over the edge. You gasp as his claws sink into both the mattress and the wall as he paints the inside of your quivering cunt white. The searing warmth of his cum fills and warms you straight to the core. Your nails sink deep into the flesh of his shoulders as your third orgasm wrecks your body, filling the room in squelching sounds.

His hips slow against yours, slowly coming to a stop as he pants heavily against your shoulder. Your legs slowly fall from his waist, trembling uncontrollably from the overstimulation. A small ‘fuck’ comes from his lips as he lifts his head to gaze down at you. Once you both come down from your highs, he retracts his claws and pulls you into a tight embrace, tenderly caressing your arms and back.

“Fuck…did I hurt you? Shit…” He peppers your cheeks in tender kisses as he cradles you. His thumb tenderly caresses the bruising and bleeding bite mark he left on the back of your shoulder. “I got too carried away…”

“Ssshhh….it's okay. I…I liked it…” You assure him and rub his chest. He presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head as he stands up, still cradling you on his arms and walking with you to the bathroom for a much needed hot bath.

“Still though…I got too carried away, bub. Way too carried away…” It was the closest to an apology you'd probably get out of him, but you were satisfied with that. He let's you lay against his chest in the hot water, his thumbs drawing small circles on your hips. You lean into the crook of his chest, sighing contentedly while pressing a chaste kiss over his heart.

“I love you, Logan…”

“I love you too…”

[heavenlyraindrops]

ʙᴏᴏᴛʜɪʟʟ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ——> ᴘᴛ. 2

warnings: sexual content, dry humping, fingering, afab!reader, female anatomy reader

A/N: I wrote this ages ago and I was just horny, that was literally my only motivation so here take this ig

You scrambled at Boothill’s shoulders for support as you sat in his lap, panting as his lips trailed down your neck. Your underwear was drenched, slick with your juices as you desperately humped him, soft whimpers and moans escaping you as he watched you with a half-lidded, amused smile. 

“Why don’t you,” you gasped in between feverish kisses to his jaw, “M-move?”

He chuckled, and your core burned. He tipped his head back, eyes following your every movement and making you tense with self-consciousness. 

“Nah.” His gaze traveled up and down your body, slowly undressing you with his eyes as you squirmed in his lap. “I prefer watching.”

You bit your lip to suppress a whimper. 

His hands slid to your waist, then your hips, burning cold through the fabric of your clothes. “Plus,” he murmured, moving you subtly against his crotch and making you shudder, “I’m sure a pretty girl like you could make yourself cum without my help.” You caught a glimpse of his tongue run over his teeth, hungrily. His hands fell away and he sat back again. “Go on, sweetheart. Make yourself cum.” 

You shivered again, slowly rutting into him as he grinned, murmuring praises, metal fingers tangling through your hair. He was hard metal underneath. It didn’t faze you. 

Your hand traveled up again, towards his jaw, and he flushed before pulling it away. “No hands, sugar.” 

His hands grabbed your hips again, repositioning you on his thigh. You tore your shirt off, pulling it away from your heated body hastily as you bucked your hips again, pace quickening. Desire pulsated through you in waves, intensifying as he pressed his forehead to yours, letting out a soft huff of laughter that tickled your face. “You wanna be good for me?” His voice was low, husky, even. 

“Y-yeah,” you managed to choke out. 

“Then do what I told you,” and pressed a soft kiss to your neck. 

A few thrusts later, his name whispered from your lips amongst pants and moans- “Ngh, Boothill, please-“ and you came undone, whimpering into his neck as waves of pleasure rocked through you, body turning limp yet still quaking from the pleasure. You looked up at him.

“Was I good?” Your voice shook. He bit his lip.

“Perfect,” came the reply.

He pushed you off, and you stood up before he pulled you back in. Your legs shook in the half-light as he clutched the back of your thighs, looking up at you. “Glad I saw you in that bar,” he muttered, pressing a kiss to your abdomen. “Lookin’ so pretty…” he peppered a few more kisses, going lower. A hand slipped between your thighs, teasing the damp fabric of your panties. You flinched at the touch and buried your hands in his hair as his fingers skilfully pushed the cloth aside, stroking a path along your entrance. You seized up, whimpering as a cold finger delved in, sensations swirling through your heat and down your legs. Droplets of your own arousal dripped down your inner thighs, and you tried to clench them together but Boothill’s grip tightened like a warning. 

“Relax,” he hushed, but you couldn’t as another finger pushed it’s way inside, the first one curling. You flinched, jerking your hips against his hand and he smiled at your reaction, a deft flick of his digits inside you making your knees buckle.  

“One more time?”

You nodded breathlessly.

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

This post contains explicit sexual NSFW content! If you are a minor, or sexual content makes you uncomfortable, please do not read under the cut

❌ You've been warned ❌

Shu x Reader, Praise Kink, Oral, Fingering, Riding, Shu restraining you with physical strength, Kissing, Romantic, In love

----------------------------------------------------

"Mmm..." you whimpered, running your fingers through Shu's hair as he expertly stroked your folds with his tongue. He held your shaking legs steady with his strong arms, rendering you powerless to escape the overwhelming pleasure he was delivering. He sucked your clit between his lips and your hips bucked. Shu gripped your legs firmer. "Mmm...Shu..." you whimpered. In response he slid a finger in your opening and continued long licks that had you writhing and trembling with ecstasy. "Shu...more..." you begged him. You heard Shu chuckle to himself. "What a lewd girl." "Shu..." you whined and your lover complied, running his tongue over your clit.

"Haa...nnn..." you felt your orgasm approaching. Your body heated up and you felt the building...your legs shook above Shu's head...you broke, moaning loudly as your orgasm crashed down on you.

Shu chuckled and leaned up to kiss you on his arms. You breathed heavily, coming down from your high. You smiled at him and pushed him down on his back, then bent down to kiss the tip of his dick, smiling to yourself when his thighs quivered. You draped the side of body over his torso.

You opened your mouth and took him into your mouth. With one hand Shu stroked your hair, the other went between your thighs. You whimpered around his dick in between sucks as he rubbed your clit. "Good job. You're doing well." Loving the praise, you continued to suck and took him deeper in your mouth, eliciting a low moan from him.

Shu's thighs shook and he gently pried you off. He kissed you gently and you leaned on top of him, pouring yourself into the kiss and touching his strong biceps. "Not yet." He murmured against your lips. You moaned into his mouth, tilting your head. He cupped the back of your neck gently, running his fingers through your hair. The other hand massaged your breast.

He kissed down your neck. "Good girl." He purred and you beamed at him, which made him smile at you with such love that your heart swelled. "I love you." "I love you too." He leaned in for another kiss, touching your breasts, kneading them. "Shu..."

Shu adjusted himself so he was back fully on his back, only his head elevated by the pillows. "Ride me." The instruction was gentle, loving, yet dominant enough that you got aroused. "I've never ridden you before." suddenly insecure. "First time for everything." Shu replied casually. You laughed and he held your hands to help you climb on top of him. He held your waist steady as you positioned your core over his stiff member. "I'm gonna lower you down. Are you ready?" "Yeah."

You held onto his shoulders as he helped guide you down onto his length. Like always, you gasped as he slid in. You whimpered as he continued to fill you up. "Yes, good girl, just like that." He felt even bigger than usual and you bit your fist to stifle a moan at the stretched feeling. You moaned as one. "Mm...good girl...nnn...keep being a good girl, yes." Your other hand was still on his broad shoulder. You traveled it down a little, feeling his toned chest. His eyelids lowered in lust as you sat on top of him completely, and you stilled, the pleasure overwhelming.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, which you happily returned, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your forward mocement made his dick shift inside you and you cried out at the pleasure it gave. You pulled away from the kiss and looked at him. His eyes were closed with pleasure, which made you smile. He opened his eyes and met your gaze, then smirked, knowing exactly why you were smiling.

"You like making me feel good?" He asked huskily. You nodded. "You're a good girl for me." Just like that, you melted again. He moved his hands so they were settled on your bottom. "Ready to move?" You looked down at your conjoined bodies, then back up. "Uh, I think so. But I don't know how-" Shu stroked your hair. "Don't worry, I'll help." and you laughed again.

You lifted your body to start to ride him, your jaw dropping for a moan. Shu guided you steadily, moving his legs up slightly to assist you. He moaned your name. "Good girl. You're being such a good girl." You moaned again louder, and your head fell forward. You bit into his shoulder. He kissed the top of your head. "I want to hear you. Be a good girl and let me hear your cute little moans." As always, the praise melted you and you moaned. "Heh, that's my good girl." You bounced on top of him, gaining more confidence, and Shu groaned, his eyes devouring your body with admiration. "Fuck." Shu growled. Your brows knit together and you clung to him. "Good girl, yes, fuck..." He wrapped his arms around you again and held you close, thrusting up into you." "Ahhh!" You moaned, digging your nails into Shu's flesh. One his hands traveled down your breasts and stomach to flick your clit. His other arm remained hook around your waist, holding you close.

You tightened your hold on him as your orgasm sent you moaning and writhing in his arms. Shu growled and thrust up faster...harder...until he climaxed as well, filling you with his seed.

"Hah...hah..." you both panted. He held you close, lovingly, and kissed your head. You tilted your head to face him and kissed his mouth. With him still inside you, albeit softening, you held each other close.

---------------------------------------------------

Feedback and reblogs are appreciated my loves! I'd really love to hear what you thought about this, I think it's my best smut yet, with the most emotion! ❤️

[ursa-tan]

The shy ones are always the kinkiest

—————

König x Fem!Reader

Part 1, Part 2

König transfers over to task force 141, looking for a bit of a fresh start. He’s equal parts nervous and excited (mostly nervous, let’s not lie) about meeting a new team. He finds himself unable to control his thoughts when he meets you, as they tend to stray in a more “adult” direction. So here are the 4 times he didn’t get caught and the 1 time he does, thinking about you

1. Meeting the team

König had been looking for a new job for a while before being given the opportunity to join TF141. He was a little hesitant at first, some part of him not wanting to leave the KorTac behind, but another part of him was excited about the idea of something slightly different.

It’s a day in late April when he arrives, air still ever so slightly cold with a post winter chill. Captain Price is standing outside, waiting for him, arms crossed and hat tilted down slightly to shield his eyes from the sun.

“Good to see you’ve arrived on time, everyone else is inside,” he speaks in a gruff voice, not unkind but definitely strict.

König follows the older man inside, careful of the fact that he’s got a duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He can’t help but try and shrink in on himself, nerves prickling in the new atmosphere.

He’s greeted with the sight of Soap’s and Gaz’s backs, shielding him from looking at a small table in the corner of the rec room. There’s a large commotion surrounding the table, cheering from the two who he can see.

“Break it up, we’ve got someone here.” Price interrupts the situation, making Soap whip around and Gaz jump slightly.

As soon as the other two are out of the way, König is met with you and Ghost, locked in an arm wrestle. Your brows are furrowed as you try and push Ghost’s arm down, the hand that isn’t clasped in his is gripping the side of the table.

König can’t help but stare at your hand, the white knuckle grip you have on the table causing your hand to look so good. He can’t stop his mind from wondering, going places it really shouldn’t. He couldn’t help but think about how pretty your hand would look wrapped around his neck.

A loud bang interrupts the wondering of his mind, forcing him to come back to reality. You’ve been defeated, hand and upper arm pinned to the table under Ghost’s.

“Wonderful, now you children have done, this is König, he’s joining 141, as you all know,” Price speaks again with that gruff voice, gesturing to König.

“Don’t scare him off.” Is the last thing Price says before he grumbles something about needing do sort something out and leaving.

“Nice to meet you big guy.” You’re on your feet almost immediately, approaching König and holding out hand out.

He takes it, noticing just how much bigger his hand is compared to yours. König’s face burns hot with embarrassment from his previous thoughts.

“Nice to meet you too.”

2. Sparring with Soap

The next time König meets you, it’s in the gym. It’s less of a meeting and more of a chance encounter considering he had been going out of his way to avoid you as much as he could without it getting suspicious.

He was just going to work out, trying to go later in the day to avoid anyone else. But his plan didn’t work, as both you and Soap were in the gym.

The second he walks in, his ears are met with your sounds of distress. It almost sends him into panic mode, heart starting to race at the thought that you might be in trouble.

You are in trouble, but not in the way that he thought you were. Instead, he finds you pinned under Soap. His chest is pressed to your back while yours is pressed to the mat you’re both on. Your hips are raised slightly, causing your ass to push back into Soap’s crotch. He pins your arms above your head, thighs on the outside of yours. He’s caging you completely in place, and your sounds of “distress” are actually just you growling and muttering things while you try to get him off.

König immediately finds that same blush from before rising to his face, bringing a burning redness with it that he can just feel. With the burning come the thoughts. The ideas of pressing you down like that, intentionally grinding himself against you while you struggle and squirm to get free. How small and fragile you’d look, pinned under him, held down by his much larger hands.

“Ok! Ok fine! I tap out!” He hears you shout, sharply grounding him in reality again. The shout is accompanied by a rapid slapping sound - you beating your open hand against the mat.

Soap gets off you, letting you roll onto your back. With splayed arms, you stare up at the Scot, a disapproving look plastered on your face.

“I did nothing wrong!” Soap proclaims through poorly veiled laughter, reaching down to help you up. He pulls you a bit too hard, causing you to colapse forwards into his chest.

“Whatever,” you grumble, pushing yourself off of him and crossing your arms.

“Don’t be bitter cuz you lost!” Soap practically squeaks as he says it, fake hurt laced in his voice as you turn your back to him.

As you do, you’re met with the image of König stood with his hand in the still open door, frozen perfectly walking into the room. The Austrian had never been so glad to be wearing a thick hoodie as he is now.

“Hey big guy, nice to see you again.” You smile at him, walking over.

He swallows hard, dreading trying to hold a conversation but far too nervous to run away.

3. Joining a meeting

Despite his best efforts, König finds it harder and harder to try and avoid you. With such a bubbly and outgoing personality, you seem to be practically everywhere all of the time. And it doesn’t get any easier when Price calls a meeting about something or other midway through a rather hot day in May.

König isn’t paying attention to his Captain at all, however, as you’re sat across from him wearing a pair of workout shorts and a vest that sits a little too low.

He can’t help his mind wondering, trying his best to conceal the fact that his eyes are doing the same. They’re tracing down your body, looking from your partially exposed cleavage to the way your shorts pull in on the fat of your thighs ever so slightly.

The image of getting his hands on your pops into his head. Soft, warm flesh giving way under his hands, so tender when he grips it. Pulling you out of the meeting, pushing your top up and pawing at your breasts. Watching the way your squirm at the roughness of the fabric on your delicate skin.

How well your thighs would mould to the shape of his hands if he just reached over and grabbed them. How nice it might be to hold you up by them, have them wrapped around his waist with his hands on the underside.

“Are you paying attention solider?” Price snaps, immediately drawing König back to reality.

“Yes- Yes sir,” he stammers out, pupils constricting and head snapping towards Price, who stands at the head of the table looking extremely disappointed.

“I doubt that.” Price pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. “I’ll talk to you later. The rest of you are dismissed, continue with your day.”

And with that, everyone but König is leaving the room. His eyes catch a glimpse of you leaving and he can’t help but think of an English saying he’s heard before - ‘hate to see you leave but love to watch you go’. He’s pretty sure it applies right now.

4. Watching you cook

Early in the morning, König wakes from a nightmare that he can’t remember at all. It’s stresses him out enough that he can’t go back sleep, no matter how much he tosses and turns. Instead of continuing to suffer in his bed, he opts to get up and go to get a drink.

The base is almost completely silent, apart from a sizzling sound coming from the shared kitchen. As soon as he hears the sound, he can smell something too - cooking bacon. Whoever is up this early has decided it’s time for breakfast.

He sneaks his way to the door, leaning on it slightly, surprisingly quiet for his massive size. The door creaks slightly as he opens it, but the noise doesn’t disturb the people inside.

Ghost is sat at the table, arms crossed and head placed on top of them. He seems like he’s sleeping, hunched over himself in an incredibly uncomfortable looking position. While you’re stood at the stove, a small stack of pancakes stood on a plate next to you while you cook bacon.

“Hey, it’s ready,” you call over your shoulder, using the spatula that you had been using to flip the bacon to place it on the plate. Ghost picks his head up at the sound of your voice, still wearing his balaclava.

“That’s way too much for me,” he grumbles, tired voice catching in his throat.

“Ok, I’ll split it, but I don’t really want any.” You split the pancakes in half, along with the bacon. What’s left is still a rather large stack.

“But it’ll be wasted.” Ghost sits up, picking up the maple syrup you had previously placed on the table.

“I’m sure someone will have it.” You place the plate on the side, covering it with a piece of tinfoil.

You hoist yourself onto the counter, sitting with your legs parted ever so slightly. It’s not they König can see that you’re wearing nothing but a baggy shirt and a pair of short shorts. The shorts leave little to the imagination, showing off your inner thighs.

Once again, König finds himself having dirty thoughts. The idea of sliding in between your thighs, spreading them apart with his body, having them open to give him room.

Before his thoughts can go any further, he notices the problem that’s started to arise in his pants. König knows he can’t hang around any longer and so turns back to his room, deciding to take care of himself.

5. Alone in the rec room

König finds a rest bite from your constant presence in the rec room. Everyone else seems to be taking advantage of the sun and the pleasant heat outside, including you. All while he sits alone, splayed out on the couch, letting his body rest.

He’s counting on you not coming inside, but luck doesn’t seem to be on his side. You make your way into the rec room, flipping down onto the couch right beside him.

“Too hot out there for you?” He tries not to look at you as you speak. But puf if the corner of his eye he can see you, splayed out, legs spread.

“Ja, just a little,” he gets out, tilting his head backwards, facing the ceiling and letting his eyes fall closed.

“Yeah, I’m surprised the others can stay out there this long. ‘Specially considering that Soap is refusing to wear sunscreen,” you chuckle lightly, looking at König. “He’s gonna burn like a marshmallow.”

König only gives a short chuff in response to your comment, keeping his eyes shut, desperately trying to stop myself from looking at you. He knows if he does, he won’t be able to hide his thoughts this time.

Despite his best efforts, his mind starts to wonder. The idea of pulling you into his lap clouds his mind, making his skin prickle with more heat than if he was bathed in direct sunlight. Hair on his arms and the back of his neck stands on end, causing him to shiver despite the heat.

“You ok?” Your hand comes to rest on his knee as you lean forwards, looking at him in concern. He snaps his head forwards, looking at you, eyes wide and pupils dilated.

“I… Cannot stop thinking about you…” he can’t hold his tongue it seems. Nor his hands, as one comes to rest over the top of yours.

He sees the look on your face, the red flush, the way your eyes flicker down his body for a fraction of a second. Suddenly, he’s sure that you’re having the same thoughts.

“Mein liebling… if you feel the same, all you must do is say…” his hands squeezes over yours, holding it against his thigh.

You chuckle, squeezing his thigh on your own before slipping your hand out form under his. You haul yourself up, putting your hands in your pockets and rocking on the balls of your feet slightly.

“Well… I’ll see you in my room later,” your voice drips with something König didn’t know he wanted so badly. He doesn’t get a chance to respond as you walk out if the rec room, most likely wanting to join the others outside again.

[th3tism]

Ok, ik you already have a scout post... But you wanna make another one 🤨🤨🤨

(PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE/nf <3)

Keep quiet

scout x GN!Reader

NSFW!!!!! OBVIOUSLY!!!!

includes: a whimpery man, slight hair pulling, sub scout, giving him a bj, praise, aftercare (given by reader)

Scout had been having a hard day. The team lost, he got his ass handed to him, he broke his gun, and the team has been giving him shit all day.

So he said fuck it, and went to your room. He had a lot of pent up energy, and he knew how to deal with it.

Small problem though, everyone was awake. And sadly, the walls were a lot thinner than he'd like.

So now, here he was. His hand over his mouth and you between his legs as you work on his shaft with your mouth.

He gripped the sheets under him as he looked down at you. You looked so focused on him. He kinda felt special.

He lets out a soft, muffled moan as he rolls his head back, the grip he had on his face only getting tighter.

God you felt so good. The way your tongue would flick against his tip. The soft noises you'd make as you boned your head up and down on him. Everything you did was making it hard for him to stay quiet.

He moves the hand that wasn't over his mouth to rest on your head. Your hair was so soft and smooth. Jesus, why was everything about you so perfect.

Without any warning, you quickened your pace. Causing him to let out a loud moan.

You noticed that, and grinned, taking it as a sign to continue going.

The hand he had on your head gripped a fist full of hair and let out another muffled moan.

He looked back down at you, sweat trickling down his forehead.

"Fuck, dollface... Y-You... You feel so good..." He said with a breathy chuckle before quickly covering his mouth again to muffle another moan.

You let out a small hum against his cock in response. God he thought it was so hot how focused you were on him right now.

"Y-Y/N... I-I'm close... I'm so close..."

He moaned, his body tensing a bit. But that didn't stop you. Infact, it only made you more desperate to get him closer.

So, you quickened the pace again, reaching up and spreading his thighs as you quickly moved your mouth up and down his dick.

"Y/N, I- Fuck!" He couldn't even finish his sentence before reaching his climax in your mouth.

He flopped down onto the bed behind him, his chest slowly rising and falling.

You crawled up onto the bed from the floor and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"You ok, Jer?"

"Yeah..."

"You need anything? Water, napkins, ice?"

"... Can we just... Stay like this?"

"... Of course."

[spittingbloodandscreaming]

Vampire!Cis Male Reader x Vampire Obsessed!Gerard Way and can he like be all pathetically horny and just super down bad for the reader. Maybe some humping + reader biting and feeding from Gerard? thanks.

p.s. this part's totally optional but can u do like dick size difference as well? like Reader cuz he's a vampire has a huge dick but Gerard has a bit of a smaller 1 and maybe do some degrading based off that if u do it?

@pinkfor3stt merry Christmas. You didn't get everything you wanted but yk I do your dishes so I think you're fine

Bound to Happen Eventually (Gerard Way x Male Vampire Reader smut)

The TV is bright in the dark living room, flickering colors across the two of you on the couch. Gerard whines, starting up his fit again. “C'monn.” He's practically wrapped around you. He has your leg between his thighs, hugging you from the side so tight your ribs might crack. You pry his head away from you.

“No, I'm not letting you do that. Weirdo.” Gerard has been begging you to, please, just once, feed off of him. It's dangerous. It's weird. He's your boyfriend, he's a partner, he is not food. You will not put him down to that level. That's terrible, that's disrespectful. It's—

“It's hot,” Gerard grabs your shirt, looking up at you with wide, pleading eyes. God, he's like a toddler. Similarly, he does not give up when he wants something. Gerard has been bothering you about this for the entirety of the movie the two of you have been watching. Really though, you’ve been trying to watch the film and Gerard has been trying to get in your pants. Your ‘vamp-pants’ as he has begun to call them.

Finally, the credits roll on the screen and you are unsatisfied. “C’mon dude, I have zero clue what happened that whole movie because of your… shenanigans.” You huff, rolling your eyes and turning off the TV, encapsulating the area in darkness, before moving to turn on the lamp next to the couch. The bulb is delayed turning on, but eventually, after a few off and ons, illuminates. When the room is lit again, Gerard lets go of you and shifts up on the couch. Sitting up properly, he puts his arm over your shoulder.

“You’re beautiful y’know, looking extra… gray today.” Gerard bats his eyelashes, supposedly to seduce you, but it just makes him look like someone unexpectedly maced him. “Have you eaten recently?” Gerard says with a sly smile—he thinks that was the smoothest thing anyone has ever said. It was, instead, mildly insulting. Before you can do anything more than scoff and roll your eyes, the lightbulb in the lamp flickers for the last time before dying, blacking out the living room.

“God dammit,” you mutter. That was the last lightbulb, and the one in the ceiling light has been out for weeks. You knew you shouldn’t have put off buying another pack until they were on sale. Gerard slides his arm off of your shoulder and onto your thigh, you feel him leaning closer to you, laying his head on your shoulder. You sigh, going limp against the couch. Realistically, the lack of light does not affect you, but you are no less defeated.

Gerard rubs your thigh, turning towards you and grabbing your face with his other hand. He gently rubs your cheek with his thumb, leaning in for a kiss to which you happily oblige. As the kiss ends, Gerard is the first to pull away. He swings his legs up onto the couch, folding them to the side. The hand he has on your face falls to your shoulder. “Y’know, if there’s nothing else to do—” You interrupt Gerard, taking his hand from your shoulder with yours.

“We can always, y’know, go to bed.” You bring his hand, palm up, to your lips, kissing right on the pulse of his wrist. He smells like raw meat and old, sticky soda. Gerard snickers, he might as well be kicking his legs and twirling his hair.

“I was gonna say we could fool around a bit, since it’s only, what, nine?”

“Babe it’s two A.M.,” you quirk a confused eyebrow—not that it matters—even with the curtains drawn, there's barely enough light in the room to make out the outline of the couch. You, though, can see the whole of Gerard's flushed and impatient expression. You let the hand holding his fall to your lap.

“Well, I’m not tired. And I know you aren’t.” You push a scruffy chunk of hair behind his ear, pitying his desparateness. Gerard shifts, swinging his legs over your lap and falling back onto the couch all in one swift movement. He throws a hand against his forehead and sighs dramatically. You laugh, and while you aren’t particularly enjoying his performance, you can’t say you aren’t at least a little amused. He dramatically sighs again as you lift his legs off of yours, but your attempt to stand is interrupted by Gerard whining.

 “Where are you going?” He sits up, leaning against the arm of the couch and tucking his knees to his chest.

“To get a drink, which I assume I’m allowed to do as someone with free will?” You stand, taking a second to stretch after sitting for two hours.

“Why would you need to get up to do that?” Gerard asks, his wide eyes are a bright contrast to the dark of the living room around the two of you. You roll your eyes, a painfully obvious setup, but you let it happen nonetheless. “I mean, I’m right here.” Gerard gestures to himself like he’s some fancy display car, and as bad as his pickup line was you can’t help but laugh.

“Oh my, I think you’re correct, your pure, virgin blood has to be better than even the finest of tap water we have here, right?” Still laughing, you play into the bit more by pouncing on him, grabbing a sturdy mouthful of t-shirt near his shoulder. Gerard laughs, rolling the two of you onto the floor with a thud. Gerard is on top of you, straddling your hips for just a second before you push the both of you back over. You’re on top of him, shaking your head back and forth like a dog playing tug-a-war. Gerard’s laugh fizzles out into heavy breathing—right as you look up to check in with him, he shoves his thumbs into the corners of your mouth, using it as leverage to pry your mouth open. The two of you are so close that even in the dark he can make out most of the details of what he’s seeing, and he just stares.

“Woah..” You wonder what he could find so fascinating about your mouth, but then you feel it. Running your tongue over your teeth, you learn that your fangs must’ve popped during your play fight. You don’t think Gerard has ever seen you like that. Not with your knowledge, anyway. At the beginning of your relationship, he was trying especially hard to watch you drink things. Gerard slowly takes his hands out of your mouth, moving to push himself, and due to your position, you, up. Gerard sits on his knees, and you’re cross-legged not a foot away from him. You can’t close your mouth properly with your fangs out, and you aren’t the best at making them revert. In turn, you're left staring at Gerard with your mouth open awkwardly, forced into bearing your teeth like a middle schooler with headgear.

While you aren’t in your comfort zone, Gerard seems to be thriving. He has his hand on both sides of your head, looking at you up close. He shifts the angle of your head a few times to see if there's any way to catch the light on your teeth better. If he could put you under a microscope, he would. Being this close to you in this state is utterly exhilarating for him. This alone, he thinks, is better than sex.

Wait. You’re his boyfriend. For a second he had forgotten that, along with being a vampire, being in front of him, and having your tubular teeth out, you are his boyfriend. It’s that realization that prompts him to pull your face down to his and kiss you rather aggressively. He takes it upon himself to shove his tongue into your mouth, and you can’t do much more than let him. Most of your attention is going into making sure Gerard doesn’t end up cutting himself on any of your teeth. But even a perfectly paved road can still lead to hell. However, this road wasn’t exactly perfectly paved. This was bound to happen. Gerard, being seemingly deliberate, slices his tongue open on one of your elongated canines. Gerard abruptly pulls away, putting his hand to his mouth to inspect the damage like he didn’t think cutting himself would hurt. For you though, the switch has already flipped like throwing a brick on a hair trigger. 

Twilight may have been wrong about the disco ball skin and the porcelain-sounding kisses, but they were right about self-control being learned. You just hadn’t exactly been in many situations where restraint on this level was necessary, and Gerard has sufficiently gained a huge strobing target. Whatever morals you had about not ‘bringing him down to that level’ were most certainly gone the second you tasted his blood. When you look up at Gerard, he’s wide-eyed with a mouth full of blood. You move faster than you knew your body was able to, grabbing him by both of his cheeks and crashing your mouth into his, not stopping to process anything past the extended taste of blood, his blood, in your mouth.

Gerard was right, you were hungry. You were starved. And now you were the one with your tongue down his throat, grabbing at his hair and squeezing his hips. It's exhilarating, to now be able to say that you've had every part of him, the essence of his being. Your mouth is full—full of teeth, full of his blood, but it's not enough. You need more of him. You need to be able to have every tangible piece of him. The only thing that pulls you out of your trance-like state is Gerard pulling his new patented move; slotting his thumbs into the sides of your mouth like a horse bit and pushing you away. He’s huffing, his blood smeared all over his face. He moves to hold your head in place like a normal person. Gerard leans up and kisses you, brushing a stray hair out of your face as he pulls away. He’s gorgeous—ethereal, even. There’s so much soul behind his eyes, and you’re glad you can experience being with him. He lets go of your face, lowering his hands to help you out of your pants. 

Gerard is in love with you, wholly and completely. You’re gorgeous to him, the most handsome man he’s ever seen. Being undressed by your hands is a privilege he’s honored to be graced with. He's never loved you more, even with shaky hands and dark eyes. Vulnerability is beautiful on you, and he’s glad he’s the one who gets to see it.

With Gerard naked beneath you, you realize that maybe the blood thing should be more regular. Gerard is clearly enjoying himself, his cock is hard and throbbing, dripping precum. From a less heartfelt perspective, he was right, this is hot as hell. You’re sure his tongue is still bleeding, too, since there’s a steady stream of blood dripping down his chin and tailing down his neck. It's making his hair sticky. Both of you will need a shower after this.

You grab the base of Gerard’s dick, languidly dragging your hand up his shaft as you give him another drool-soaked kiss. He’s panting into your mouth already—the little stimulation you’re providing him being amplified by the lengthy delay of the gratification. Gerard snakes his hand into your hair, grabbing a handful at the back of your head. He jerks his hips up, fucking himself further into your hand. You pull away from the kiss to scold him, but before you open your mouth to talk Gerard shoves your face into his neck. Your interrupted complaint turns into a muffled groan. His scent is so heavy, so strong it’s borderline intoxicating.

You lick a wet line up from Gerard’s collarbone to the base of his jaw and after a few gentle kisses, he tugs your hair roughly. “God, was dry-humping me not foreplay enough? Just fuck me already!” Gerard tightens his grip on your hair, throwing his other arm around your waist. It’d be criminal to refuse such a kind request. You smile against his neck, lining yourself up. There’s enough accumulated bodily fluids to make your entrance easy enough, but Gerard still squeals as you bottom out. He’s drooling before you even set the pace. You try to start slow and ease Gerard into it, but when he yanks your head back and starts bossing you around, you can tell that’s not what he wants. You lift him a few inches off the floor, holding him flush against you with your arms against his waist.

Having Gerard pressed up to you gives you the leverage to really fuck into him. He’s gone braindead now, his eyes rolling back into his head and bloody spit dripping down his cheek. If you could think straight you’d be worried for your neighbors—Gerard is almost screaming. His moans are high-pitched and girlish, his body is so warm. Gerard is the most fragrant thing in the room—waiting for him is like waiting for food at a restaurant right next to the kitchen—every second that passes your hunger becomes more insatiable. His hard-on is rubbing against your stomach, making him writhe in pleasure. You’d notice if you could focus on anything but the fresh smell of iron. You’re getting lost in him. You know you have to hold out but you don’t know if you can. You shouldn’t be this worried about cumming too quickly, Gerard barely makes it past five minutes most days, but you’re just so overwhelmed you can't help it. You’ve been gradually getting more intense, speeding up, practically fucking on autopilot.

You have your face buried in the crook of Gerard’s neck, you’re huffing him like an addict. Time is a lost idea to you. You have no idea how long you’ve been inside of him, let alone what time it is. You tune back into reality because of Gerard hitting your back. You’re sticky with cum, a lot of it. You slow to a stop, setting Gerard down on the floor with care. He’s crying and his legs are shaking, for a second you’re worried you hurt him. Gerard is panting, verging on hyperventilating. He reaches a hand up to wipe his face, smearing his blood over more of his flushed skin.

“Jesus Christ babe,” Gerard huffs, sprawling his arms out across the floor. He turns his head to look at you, half-naked in a shirt soaked in his cum. In retrospect, you definitely should’ve taken your shirt off, but he’s not going to mention it. He thinks you look rather nice covered in his mess. Gerard takes his time gathering his composure on the floor. After a few moments, his breathing goes back to normal. He feels great like he just finished a workout, even though he did almost nothing aside from sitting there and looking pretty while you fucked him senseless. He bled, too. That took a lot of work on his part.

After a few more minutes of Gerard lying on the floor and you sitting cross-legged next to him, he sits up. He moves closer to you, making it so your thighs touch as he gingerly pulls your face down to his, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek. Gerard reaches a hand up to play with your hair. He sighs happily, leaning against you. “You were on a roll, weren’t you? I didn’t mean to cut you off.” His voice is light and tremulous. Gerard drops his hand from your hair down to your back, rubbing lightly between your shoulder blades. “Maybe as an apology, I can suck you after you’re done sucking me.” When you look at him he’s smiling, acting like the cat that caught the canary. You can’t help but laugh.

“That one was bad, Gerard. Shamefully so.” Gerard just kisses you, putting a hand on your thigh for leverage to push himself up. The blood around his mouth has mostly dried, and his tongue has mostly stopped bleeding. As he separates from the kiss the hand on your thigh slips, landing an ‘accidental’ hand around your still semi-hard cock. 

“Maybe,” Gerard says, idly jerking you off with his head lying on your shoulder. “But you know what’s worse? The fact you aren’t drinking my pure, virgin blood right now.” You breathe in sharply. He’s not teasing you per se, but whatever Gerard is doing is making you playfully vengeful. You hum, grabbing his wrist and gently pulling his hand away from your crotch. Swiftly, you pull Gerard into your lap, one arm under his knees and the other supporting his back. He giggles, throwing his head. He throws a dramatic hand against his forehead and puts on his best damsel in distress voice. “Oh, no! Please don’t hurt me!” Gerard faux begs, and you think he’s adorable. You lean into him, messily kissing up and down his neck. You playfully bite right over where his pulse is strongest, earning yourself a gasp, and upon the realization, you didn’t go all the way, a dirty look.

“I’m not sure if you know how much this kind of thing really hurts my love,” you say, snickering at Gerard's glare.

“Babe, I want this. I know it’ll hurt, and if anyone was going to hurt me like this I want it to be you, okay?” Gerard would let you rip open his throat with his teeth if you wanted to. He’s thought about it a few times, even. In an alternate universe where that wouldn’t kill him, he’d like to try it out, but that’s a thought tangent for another day. Right now he has to focus on persuading you with his big ol’ doe eyes. You respond to his puppy-like begging by kissing in the center of his collarbones. You cradle Gerard’s head in your hand before moving your mouth to the side of his neck. His skin is so warm and he’s so small beneath you, it’s like holding a lamb in your arms. So fragile and full of possibility. And like the lamb, willingly drawn to the altar for slaughter, you draw your teeth back and pierce them into his soft pale flesh.

Gerard makes the sound commonly associated with vampire bites; a sharp cry followed by a strangled moan. He claws his nails into your back and grabs a fist full of your hair with the other hand. He handles it well, though. His initial scream is short-lived, reduced to audible heaving after a few seconds. The feeling of your teeth in his neck is incomparable to anything he’s ever felt before—a sharp fiery pain in his neck that’s so foreign to him, so dirty and abstract, it almost feels good. He feels so close to you. He feels like he’s completely and entirely yours. 

Right now you feel like you finally understand the homoeroticism of drinking another man’s blood. It’s messier than a kiss, more intimate than sex, more romantic than a hickey. It’s the epitome of intimacy, and you’re doing it with him. You are drinking Gerard Way’s blood. Gerard's blood feels boiling in your mouth, thick, and smooth. It’s a dark metallic syrup dripping down your throat and pinking your monochrome skin.

Gerard’s neck goes slack and his eyes roll back, and as you separate from his neck, licking up the final few beads of blood that bubble out of the two red punctures standing out against his grayed white skin, you see that Gerard must’ve found equivalence to you sucking his blood to you sucking something else. Now with the mess of several orgasms on the two of you, Gerard lies partially limp in your arms. His chest rises and falls rhythmically at a slow and predictable pace. His eyes are closed and his lips are parted so perfectly, and god must’ve read your mind because the clouds part, letting moonlight shine through the window and highlight his features perfectly. He’s like a doll in your arms, perfect and untouched by the world around you. There’s nothing beyond this moment, and if you could, you’d bottle it and hold it forever.

You stand up, heaving Gerard up, pressing his side flush to your chest. He smiles softly, leaning his head into your upper arm. As you carry him to the bedroom, carefully maneuvering the dark hallway and pushing the door open with your shoulder. Kicking aside stray clothes on the floor, making yourself a path to the bed, you lay Gerard down on the mattress. He’s quick to stretch out and make himself comfortable. You take your already gross shirt off, throwing it to Gerard to wipe himself off with. You walk around to your side of the bed, rolling in under the blankets. You scoot up next to Gerard right as he makes an unimpressive shot for the hamper near the door. Your shirt hits the wall about a foot away, falling to the floor unceremoniously. You let out a kind sigh, shaking your head as you wrap your arms around Gerard’s waist and pull him against you. 

“So are you going to make do with your promise?” You say with a smirk audible in your voice. You rest your chin on top of Gerard’s head, and peaking through the sheer curtains in the bedroom you see the orange sliver of a sunrise.

“Tomorrow babe,” Gerard whispers, already half asleep.

[monsters-do-it-better]

I may be a freaky ass mf but i will never not be impressed at how insanely detailed some smut fics are like JESUS CHRIST 😭

[depressopax]

Bon Appetit, baby

Nacho Varga x AFAB reader

Fandom - Better call Saul

Pairing: Nacho Varga x AFAB reader Genre: SMUT/PWP.  Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI. Reader is gender neutral but has a pussy. Oral sex, overstimulation, teasing, cuss words. Written in 1st person POV and based on an OC. Words: 0.9K Summary: Nacho going downtown on reader ;) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ||

The room is warm despite the open window and cold night air blowing through the thin curtains. Or maybe it’s just my body feeling overheated. Sweat drips down my forehead and my whole body feels sticky as I gasp for air. No more. I think but unable to express myself apart from low mumbles and moans. I try squirming away. My body screams for mercy but through the fog of pleasure, I want more. He’s like a drug and I can’t get enough. 

More. 

Still, my movements get more desperate, and his grip gets stronger and more dominant. He growls against my skin, clearly frustrated with how much I’m moving. His strong hands hold my thighs apart. I’m exposed and completely at his mercy.

Just how he likes it. 

“Nacho..” I murmur

“A bit more, baby.” he mutters and looks up at me through heavy lidded eyes. The dark eyelashes almost cover his brown eyes and my blurred sight makes it hard to read his expression.

“Please.” I whisper and I feel his smirk against my sensitive skin. His lips are swollen and wet as he places a gentle kiss against my wetness. Although he is gentle, my overstimulated body hurts from his movements. He brings me closer to a third climax and I know he won’t be satisfied until I’m crying and begging for him to stop. The tip of his nose brushes against my clit and a chill goes through my warm body. 

He’s the devil, my boyfriend. 

At least when it comes to sex. 

Always teasing, always wanting more. 

He looks perfect like this. His strong body pinning me down into the sweaty king-sized bed, his knees resting against the soft mattress, the throbbing bulge in his boxers… The fabric is wet from his arousal, showing how much he enjoys pleasuring me. So much that he could cum undone. I can’t take my eyes off the boner.

How I wish I could help him with that. 

But he keeps pushing away my hands whenever I try to touch him. 

I’m doing this because I want to. - He keeps saying. His muscular chest and abs look stiff, and his biceps are flexing as he grips me tightly. He won’t let me go that easily… All I can do is try to enjoy the pleasure, and breathe through the intense stimulation. 

When he plunges two fingers inside of me, I throw my head back. He stops his movements momentarily, only to grab my chin and gently tilt my head so I look down at him, where he half-lays between my bruised thighs. He has left hickeys everywhere, and the pressure from his palms has left marks too.

“Eyes on me.” he says. Nacho looks at me with love, but his voice is firm and almost annoyed. 

“Sorry…” I hiss and look at him with squinted eyes. 

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he whispers and almost slams the tip of his tongue against my clit. I nod my head. “I can’t hear you, mi vida.”

“Yes!” 

He chuckles at how desperate my voice sounds. Oh, how he loves this… 

“I want to taste you again.” he murmurs and licks his lips, before going back to work. He sinks down deeper and his face is practically buried between my legs. My eyes are glued at the top of his head and the short, dark hairs of his buzzcut. His stubble tickles my thighs and he moans against my pussy. He went from being careful and passionate, to fucking me with his mouth. He is sloppy and messy, tasting me like a starving man. 

I whimper as the third orgasm washes over me, and by pure reflex, I try closing my legs. He spreads them wider than I thought was possible. 

“Mine.” he growls and holds onto me whilst I ride out my high. My hips buckling upwards as he eagerly tastes my release. 

My body relaxes and I sink back into the mattress. I don’t know if it’s tears or sweat that’s soaking my face - maybe both. He finally gives me a break and I sob loudly and try calming myself and relax my sore, trembling body. I feel numb after the intensity of my boyfriend's actions, but I can finally exhale and close my eyes for a bit. When I open them, he hovers over me. His face swells with pride as he strokes my cheek. 

“You did so well for me.” Nacho whispers and kisses my neck. I mumble something in response and I can feel his smile against my neck as he nuzzles it. 

He lets my body rest for a couple of minutes before he pulls his boxers down and frees his cock, which is twitching from arousal. He grins at me whilst rolling a condom over it.

“Just a few more minutes, hmm?”

“...Dickhead.” I reply, but I don’t complain as he slides into my wetness with ease. He looks amused at my words and leans down over me to deepen the penetration. He grunts at the warmth engulfing his length.

“You feel so fucking good. So perfect… Fuck, I love you.”

I let out a moan in reply, embarrassed from the thought that I won't last long. Not now. And oh, he’ll enjoy that. It’ll feed his ego. But still, I let him slide in and out of me and I enjoy the feeling of being one with him. He thrusts into me gently and whispers praise in my ear. I can’t complain tho. 

I’ll get my revenge, eventually…

I'm back with writing YAYY! Enjoy this VERY smutty and... No plot story lol!

Want more Nacho stories? Check out my Nacho AU/Better call Saul x La casa de papel crossover!

[blossoming-mind-palace]

Chung Myung x Fem! Reader: “100 Years and a Promise” Sequel (NSFW/Minors DNI)

Summary: You two haven’t had alone time in what feels like forever. Thanks to your good luck, you get to share the last room available at the inn your group is staying at. You’ve slept in the same bed before, but tonight feels different.

Contains: Fem/AFAB! Reader, virginity loss, unfinished hand job, fingering, nipple stuff, Chung Myung being rough, vaginal penetration and cumming inside

WC: 3,412

When you found out there was only one bed left at the inn, you didn't complain. No, not at all. It actually made you giddy with excitement, because this meant you'll get to share a bed with Chung Myung.

“I'm so sorry! I hope this won't be an issue,” the innkeeper apologizes for the third time tonight, and every time you've attempted to reassure him that it's absolutely fine. It's actually more than fine, because you've barely spent any alone time with Chung Myung recently. Now, you'll have an excuse to get away from your group for a while and have some alone time.

You’ve shared a bed a couple of times, so you're sure it'll be fine and not embarrassing. It's just Chung Myung, you're close, you've known him for over a hundred years, and you’ve shared a bed twice before, so it shouldn't be awkward at all! You're so ecstatic at this predicament hat you almost start skipping while you make your way towards your room, and the other disciples give you odd looks.

Jo Gul and Yunjong are whispering to each other, and after eavesdropping for a second, you hear Jo Gul ask,”Do you think he’ll be easier on us tomorrow thanks to (Y/N)?” “I hope so! He’s been getting more brutal with training lately,” Yunjong sighs. “I wonder how (Y/N) can handle a beast like him; maybe she is one, t-“ Jo Gul is cut off by his friend shushing him. “Not too loud! She’s right there!” Yunjong scolds him. He’s not entirely wrong, you think before putting an end to your eavesdropping. Listening to other people gossip is fun, but you have more important matters to tend to, like the beast they were talking about.

When you finally reach your room, you open the door and find Chung Myung looking out the window. “Chung Myung, my dear, guess who ran out of rooms!” You say with an almost sing-song tone. You close the door behind you, drop your badge, and hurriedly rush towards him with a cheesy smile on your face. Hell, you probably couldn't stop smiling if you tried. Your spirits are just too high thanks to your current circumstances.

The sounds of summer like crickets chirping, and the air is a little warm. It's cooler and more comfortable compared to when the sun was up, though. His eyes go from looking outside to meeting yours, and you're greeted by the plum blossom irises you've always loved. “What? Why is that important?” He asks. He hasn't put two and two together yet.

“It’s important because it means we'll be sharing a room after not having alone time in foreeeeveeerrrr!” You reply while wrapping your arms around his toned torso. “It hasn't been that long, but yeah, it does feel like forever,” he agrees and a subtle smile appears on his lips. “I thought we'd never get away from them-” “But you love our disciples!” “... You're not wrong, but I've missed you,” he admits and starts rubbing circles on your forearms.

“I missed you, too,” you sigh into his ear while you hold each other. After a few minutes of comfortable silence, you try to let go, but someone has an iron grip on your arms. It reminds you of that one night he drunkenly confessed and wouldn’t let go of you. “You'll need to let go soon. I need to get ready for bed. We can get back to this as soon as I'm done,” you remind him and peak over your shoulder. Just like that night, Chung Myung pouts at the fact that he has to let go. You still think it’s cute, too, and love the way he clings on to you.

He begrudgingly releases your arms, and now you're free to go about your nightly routine. You walk back over to your bag and pull out your night clothes, but pause when you realize you feel a pair of eyes on you. When you look behind you, you notice Chung Myung's attention isn't on the landscape outside of the window, but you. “Chung Myung, turn around and stay that way. No peaking!” you warn him. His face becomes flushed as he blurts out,”I would never!” Yeah, you would, you think while watching him and waiting.

He closes the paper window and, when you see the back of his head, you turn and start stripping. The clothes you put on are soft and fabric is breathable. It's perfect for a summer night like tonight. “Alright, I'm done,” you announce after folding your uniform and stuffing it back into your bag. When you turn around, you notice Chung Myung stayed true to his word.

“Hah, good boy!” You tease before running back to him and squeezing him again. A faint grumble comes from him, and you notice how red the tips of his ears are. Your lips form into an “o” as you blow air onto one of them, and he jumps as his hand shoots up to cover his ear. “You're up to no good tonight! Do you get some sort of sick pleasure from teasing me!?” He snaps and faces you.

“Maybe…” you mutter almost inaudibly, but he still notices. His eyes widen in disbelief,”Wha-” “Man, I'm beat! I should go to bed now,” you interrupt him and try to act like what you said didn't happen. You stretch your arms up and yawn like you're tired, but you're bluffing. You're only a little tired; you just panicked and wanted out of that situation as soon as possible.

You step towards the bed and get comfy under the covers. You try to scoot as close to the wall as you possibly can so Chung Myung can have some room. “Good night, Chung Myung,” you say before curling up and laying your head down. Shortly after, you can hear cloth being moved around. He must be getting ready to join you.

The light that was hitting your eyelids ceases and you hear his footsteps tread closer to you. The blankets shift as he gets under them, and you can already feel the heat radiating off of his body. The bed isn't very large, and he takes up a decent amount of room. There’s still a sliver of room between you two and he's borderline touching you.

“Are you cold? Cuddle up to me if you need to,” you whisper. One of his beefy arms reaches over you and he presses himself against your back. Skinship isn't exactly new to you two, but tonight it feels different. You can feel a new type of feeling stir within you, but you decide to ignore it.

You close your eyes and try to drift off into a peaceful slumber, but after five minutes you notice something poking your backside. “Stop poking me there-” “I'm not doing anything!” “Yes you are!” “One arm is holding you and the other is under my head. What are you talking ab-” he shuts up when you both simultaneously have a revelation. It's not his finger poking your ass, but something much more scandalous.

“Chung Myung, w-what's going on down there?” “... I'm gonna be honest, it's been like that since you changed-” “O-Oh!” You feel yourself nervously sweating and getting hotter the longer you're stuck in this situation. “I can sleep on the floor if you want,” he offers and starts pulling his arm away, but you grab it before it can fully retreat.

“Stay.” “Are you sure? Doesn't it make it awkward? Don’t you feel uncomfortable?” He asks. You roll over so you can face him, and he looks genuinely concerned about how you feel in this predicament. Despite Chung Myung’s usual front, he can be an incredibly sweet and caring partner. Those traits are currently on display and you can tell thanks to how he’s currently putting your feelings before his. You lay your palms on his toned chest before replying,”Your concern for me is sweet. You know I don’t regret staying by your side and confessing after all of those years, right?” He looks confused at your sudden question, but replies with,”Y-Yeah.”

Your hand trails down his abdomen and you can feel his muscles twitch from the new sensation. “I have a feeling I won't regret what I'm about to do, either,” you whisper over his lips before the tips of your fingers ghost over his erection. “What are you- Oh! Ohhh-” he sighs out after you get a firm grip on it.

His jaw slacks as his breathing gets heavier, and you take this opportunity to ungracefully shove your mouth onto his. Your tongue is the first to dominate thanks to catching him off guard. You're not quite sure what to do with your hand after grabbing his dick, so you slowly move it up the shaft and towards the head. Your thumb gently rubs on the tip and all you can hear is him moaning into your mouth.

After debating on what to do next, you decide to retrieve your hand and, before he can react, you slip it into his pants. After noting his previous reactions, you fully wrap your fingers around it and pump it up and down. His hand squeezes your forearms, and when you massage the bare tip between your thumb and fingers, he pulls away from your sloppy kiss. Chung Myung lets out a very audible “ah!” while you apply the tiniest bit of pressure to it. You feel the head leak a little thanks to the attention it's getting.

How long has it been since his dick has gotten this much attention? Or is this the first time? your mind starts to wander as you begin pumping up and down the veiny shaft. His loss of breath and squirming makes you feel something new, and you don’t want to stop pleasing him like this. Your pace quickens and he starts bucking his hips, but all of this is interrupted when he suddenly blurts out,”Shit- Wait! I'm gonna- S-Stop!” You let go and remove your hand from his pants.

“Why? I was having fun,” you whine. He was getting off, and the thought of him getting off thanks to you makes you feel a new kind of excitement. Why would he want to stop? After his breathing slows down and his eyes refocus, he says,”I wanna touch you, too.” “Oh! Uh, okay!” You reply quickly and his hands hover over you for a solid second.

“... Where?” He hesitantly asks while staring intensely at your body. “Hm, maybe here?” You guide them to your chest. He cups your breasts with his large hand and starts kneading at them. A gasp leaves your lips, and it feels better than you could’ve imagined. While his large hands kneading your chest feels great, you find yourself wishing that there wasn’t a cloth barrier between the two.

A puzzled look appears on his face when you remove his hands and sit up. It fades when he notices that you're untying and slipping out of your top layer. The moon is especially bright tonight, and, despite being interrupted by the paper window, the moonlight still reaches your body. It’s soft and extremely subtle, but still manages to highlight your features. Chung Myung looks as if he's captivated when you lay back down. “Ahem, you may continue,” you have to snap him out of his trance so he'll continue.

His calloused hands cup under your boobs, and the skin-on-skin contact feels leagues better than earlier. Goosebumps erupt throughout your skin as his hands move up and brush against your nipples. Your hands rest on his muscular chest, and when he starts massaging yours, you wonder what his chest feels like. You feel him trap your buds in-between his pointer and middle finger, and his pinching feels so amazing that it makes you whimper. Your thighs squeeze, and the rougher he is with them, the harder you squeeze your thighs.

When he decides that he's done playing with your chest, he places his palms on your stomach. He looks smug when he comments,”It seems like you had fun. Now, where should my hands go next?” His fingertips trail down, and judging by his face, you're pretty sure he wants revenge for all of the teasing you've tortured him with.

One hand currently rests on your hip while he draws circles with his thumb. The other is gliding over your pelvis, but refuses to go any further. It's like he knows where to go, but refuses to go there. “Chung Myung, lower,” you try to direct him. “Why would I do that?” He asks in a playful yet sadistic tone. “You said you wanted to touch me!” “I technically am,” he replies with that shit-eating grin on his face. He squeezes your hip, and you roll your eyes at him.

“You're killing me,” you say before almost ripping off your bottoms and throwing them to the corner of the room. You grab his hand and place it back on your pelvis. “Lower.” “Well, when you have an attitude, I don't wanna.” “Lower, please?” You beg. You're begging. He's making you beg, and he knows damn well he's making you beg. You can tell by the dark glint in his eyes that this is what he wanted.

His fingers slowly and tantalizingly slide down and glide over your folds. You're already tensing up due to the sensitivity thanks to your inexperience. You grab on his arm when he presses his palm onto it. His palming and rubbing is rewarded with moaning, and he knows he's doing a great job thanks to the sweet little noises you're making.

Two fingers dip between your folds, and he feels around to see how you react. Moving his fingers back and forth earned him a loud gasp, but your head throws back when he rubs up against something at the front of your folds. “Fuck, Chung Myung, touch that again, please,” you whine out. “Yes, ma'am,” he replies and you feel his fingers rub up and down the same spot again.

His fingers start going in agonizingly slow, circular motions, and you're using every ounce of self control you have to not squeeze your legs shut. “Can you go faster?” You whine out your request, and he decides to give you what you want. His fingers start moving the nub at an unbelievably fast yet pleasurable pace, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back and involuntarily squirming. You feel your abdomen tighten, and the sensation is almost too much. You feel like you could explode any minute now.

When you reach your peak, you moan out his name and become a panting mess as you come down from your high. Chung Myung pulls his hand away so you can catch a break, but watches and waits for you to calm down. When your breathing returns to a somewhat normal pace, he places a knee between your leg and hovers over you. “I want to feel you again,” he states while searching for any signs of discomfort in your face. “Hah, go on, I'll be fine,” you say while snaking your arms around his neck.

His fingers dip back into your recently drenched folds, but his fingers go further back this time. He sticks them further inwards and prods around until he finds the entrance to your hole. The tip of his digits dip in, and they stretch you as they slowly enter. “Fuuuck, keep going,” you groan before he reaches as deep as his fingers will go. They make you feel full, and you wish his knuckle-deep digits could stay inside of you forever.

They slowly pull out, and you'd complain if it weren't for the tantalizing friction the movement causes. He shoves them back in with force, and you can't stop yourself from arching your back again and borderline singing praises. He retracts and pushes back in. His movements are repetitive, but you can’t get enough of it. Every time he prods it makes you feel like you're inching closer and closer to euphoria.

His pace gets more and more rapid as you feel your insides coil. The moaning and wet noises coming from you are shamelessly lewd, but, judging by his expression, Chung Myung is enjoying every second of it. “Fuck!” You cry when you finally reach that sweet release.

It takes longer to come down from that one, but when you do you notice his fingers have pulled out and he's staring at them. “Is it supposed to be that wet?” He asks before separating his fingers and admiring how the substance attempts to stick together. Your face feels like it's on fire due to the embarrassment caused by the absurdity of his question.

“Y-Yeah, pretty sure it is,” you tell him, and after that he does something you didn't expect. He licks one of his fingers, and your jaw drops and eyes widen after witnessing that. The shock you feel isn't the bad kind, and the sight kind of turns you on. You probably shouldn’t say that out loud, though. He might use that fact against you.

“Salty… or sweet?” He seems to be mulling over what you taste like. “Oh my- Chung Myung!” You snicker and playfully shove him. Your snickering is subdued when he brings his two fingers towards your lips. The tips sit on your bottom lip as he says, “Open.”

You decide to do what he says and let him slide them in your mouth. He prods them around, and his description is accurate. After tasting the salty-sweetness, you look into his eyes and notice how his pupils have slightly dilated. He's really into this.

His fingers leave your mouth and he replaces them with his tongue. Your eyes close as your hands begin to wander in his long hair. The mattress on the other side of you dips as he crawls on top, and you can feel his hardened cock laying on your abdomen. You two stay like that for a while. It's a perfect moment and neither of you want to interrupt it,

Chung Myung pulls away for air and he's panting like a dog. You cup his face in your hands and try to pull him back in, but he grabs your wrists to stop you. “Ah, ah, ah. Be patient,” he tells you. You huff at this, but listen. Your hands remove themselves and lay on your pillow.

You can feel the mattress move as he removes his bottoms and situates himself between your legs. A pair of calloused hands spread your thighs wide open, and you can't help but feel a little shy with your body exposed like this. Those feelings are quickly forgotten when you feel his tan tip rub up and down your folds.

“Oh, that feels… amazing,” he moans, but you feel yourself growing impatient everytime he gets closer to your hole. You reach up with one hand while your elbow props you up and start trailing his jaw with your fingers. “Chung Myung, stick it in,” you whine in the most sultry voice you can muster. “Where your fingers went, please?,” you add while impatiently waiting for him to respond.

After feeling around, he finds it, and his jaw slacks when his tip enters the tight and inexperienced hole. He slowly pushes in, and your nails dig into his back as he stretches you out. “Shit, slow down!” You cry out. You'd be lying if you said the stretching wasn't a little painful. Instead of slowing down, he stops completely and asks in a concerned tone,”Are you alright?” His pause continues as he waits for the green flag.

“Keep going,” you mutter out after your body adjusts to how far he's pushed in. He starts moving his hips forward again, and both of you groan when he bottoms out. “S-Stay there,” you request, and he listens. When the pain fades and you adjust to his size, you tell him,”Alright, in and out like before.” “Y-Yeah,” he replies between heavy breaths. When he pulls out and carefully slides back in, you can't stop yourselves from moaning. You moan thanks to the spot he hits, and he can't stop moaning thanks to how tight you are.

He keeps pumping himself in and out of you, and when his pace increases you can feel your insides tighten again. This time the tightening feels more intense, but you can’t put your finger on why. His head lays on your shoulder while he mindlessly thrusts into you, and you subconsciously dig your nails into his back because you're too focused on how good he's making you feel.

The intervals between the slapping that echoes throughout the room becomes shorter, and his movements are getting chaotic. “Chung Myung, feels good… don't stop,” you desperately whine into his ear. Chung Myung gets off of your shoulder and slows down for a few seconds. The tips of your fingers glide from his back to his shoulders, and you can feel him shudder.

Suddenly, his hands harshly grab your hips and you know that if he keeps holding them like that, it’ll leave a mark tomorrow. He brings your hips closer to him and pulls them back and forth with brutal force. “Ah, ah, ah!” You cry out every time he thrusts into you. You can feel your heart pound and your abdomen start to coil as you reach your peak.

Chung Myung gives you a few more harsh thrusts and you feel something comfortably warm fill you. His movements slow down before he apprehensively pulls out. You watch as a string of cum drips from the shaft and you realize what that warm feeling was. He collapses on top of you and all you can hear is him panting in your ear. You gently draw circles on his back while waiting for both of you to come back to reality.

After waiting, you decide to break the silence with,”So, you decided inside was the best, huh?” “Wha-” he looks at you, and you're still not quite sure if he's recovered yet. His eyes look unfocused and exhausted. You sigh and give him a small peck on his forehead. “Don't worry about it. We can sleep now and talk later, m'kay?” You whisper while playing with his hair. “M'kay,” he mutters and pulls himself off of you. He plops back down where he was originally laying and, after grabbing you and holding you like a teddy bear, almost immediately falls asleep.

-

The sunlight is a lot more aggressive than the moonlight that previously seeped through the window last, and its assault on your eyelids woke you up. The first thing you hear is Chung Myung’s old man snores and you notice that all four of his limbs are wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. Your own limbs are trapped thanks to him, and there’s no way you can get up without waking him up.

You decide to lay there and savor the peaceful moment. You’ll run into some form of chaos thanks to the dynamic Chung Myung has with the other disciples, so you might as well enjoy the tranquility while it lasts. It doesn’t last, because after a few minutes, you hear someone banging on the door. “Chung Myung, get up! We’re running late and no one can find (Y/N)!” Baek Cheon yells from the other side. Ah, no one told him, you think before hearing another pair of footsteps get closer to the door.

You swear you hear Jo Gul whisper something along the lines of “leave them alone” and “let us enjoy the calm before the storm”. You snicker as the footsteps distance themselves from the door. Chung Myung’s snoring comes to an end as he begins to stir and you watch as his long, black lashes flutter. His eyes slowly and groggily open and he notices that, unlike most mornings, he’s not alone. “Good morning,” he mutters with his low morning voice and yawns. The roughness of his voice is sexy, but you decide that now isn’t a good time to entertain your desires.

“Good morning, Mr. Sleepyhead,” you say before pecking him on the cheek. After nuzzling your face into his chest, he rests his chin on your head, and you bask in his warmth for around five more minutes. You want to stay here all day, but unfortunately you can’t because of your responsibilities and obligations. “Let go of me. I’d love to stay, but we’re running late,” you tell him. He lets you free and gets up to start his own morning routine.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and, when you attempt to stand, you feel pain surge within you and your legs give out. You groan after you hit the floor and Chung Myung looks bewildered when he turns to see you. “You good?” He asks before offering his hand. You take it, but when you try to get up, you fall on your ass again. “… I don’t think this is gonna work,” you comment and he’s holding back his laughter.

“Pick me up?” You ask while holding your arms up. His snickering stops as he picks you up and sits you on the bed. When his eyes leave yours, they trail down and admire your body before landing on your hips. “Did I do that?” He asks while his fingers ghost over the marks he left last night. “Mhm,” you reply before laying your hands on his and letting him touch his marks. You love the bruises he left, but he looks concerned.

“Come down here,” you say while raising your hands to cup his face. He bends lower and lets you hold his face. You lock lips with him, but this time it’s not sweet or heated, but tender. “You were amazing last night,” you almost whisper after you pull away. “Yeah?” He sounds shocked, but his lips begin to curl up thanks to the praise he’s receiving.

“We should do that again sometime soon,” you add. His hand is quick to slide in between your thighs, but you grab his wrist before he can go further. “Not now! We’re late and I can’t even walk!” You remind him and he looks like a kicked puppy as he removes his hands from your body.

“After last night, I’ll need a lot of help. Can you hand me my clothes?” You ask, and he follows through with your requests. You try to get your clothes on despite the soreness, and your morning routine has doubled in time thanks to it. “How are we gonna explain this to everyone? They’ll know something is up if you carry me around all day,” you point out while stuffing your night clothes in your bag and tying it shut. “I didn’t think about that,” Chung Myung replies as he finishes dressing himself. He brainstorms for a minute, and his face lights up when he gets an idea. “We’ll say you twisted your ankle and I’ll carry you around all day!” “… Fuck it, I can’t come up with anything better,” you agree to his plan.

[yummygender]

Tears of a Trickster

Sub!TVA Loki x Afab!Dom!Reader

Warning: 18+ sub/dom elements, trauma, slightly out of character (probably)

Please repost if you liked it and spread it around!!

When it came to sex, Loki has always needed it rough, hard, and quick. It did help that you always had the energy that seemed to even out Loki’s chaotic nature, so whenever he had the urges or needs most adults would, you happily obliged and took care of him…but today felt different. After your usual rough session, Loki seemed more…sensitive and emotional. As you began to clean up and remove the strap, he clung to your arm.

“Loki, what’s wrong?”

“…Mommy…”

You smiled softly as you laid down next to him, setting the strap down at the end of the bed.

“Yes baby, Mommy’s here. I’m not going anywhere.”

He wrapped his arms around you as he buried his face in your chest, soft gasps of relief spewing from him as Loki began to cry. It was common knowledge in the TVA that Loki was a traumatized god, but the extent of his trauma was unknown to everyone but you and Loki. Not even Mobius knows just how true his statement of Loki being a ‘scared little boy’ was. Between his treatment at the TVA, his treatment from Odin, and all the bullshit he went through, it amazed you just how Loki was able to simply exist without having a mental breakdown every 20 seconds. It hurt you to see him so upset.

His crying became more and more intense as his entire body began to shake, gripping onto you as he bawled his eyes out. All you could do was hold him in your arms and comfort him…

“Shhh…sh sh sh…I think someone’s experiencing subdrop…”

And he was. Loki’s subdrops we’re horrendous and have only gotten more frequent within the last few days or so. The sight of a god of trickery and mischief sobbing and wailing would normally make anyone uncomfortable or embarrassed, but to you it was normal. You continued to hold him as Loki continued to cry, simply clinging to you like a child as you rubbed his back. It was only until he latched onto your nipple and began to suck, almost as a form of self-soothing.

He was so precious like this. To see his beautiful blue eyes shimmer like stars as his soft pink lips wrapped around your nipple…it both warmed and broke your heart to see such a rare scene. Quite a rare sight, indeed…

“Loki…my sweet little prince…”

He blushed harshly as he began to tear up once more.

“I-I…I feel…”

You gently pulled him away from your chest as you cradled him, his soft sniffles and shaky arms wrapping around your neck as you continued to soothe him.

“I…I feel…small…”

“I know…”

“Super small…”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm…”

He stared up at you with a sense of innocence that he never usually showed. The poor little trickster was so distraught that he stayed quiet. There was a moment of silence before you spoke up.

“Anything else you want to talk about?”

“…”

You two began to sit and snuggle in silence as he stared into your sparkling eyes. It’s quite obvious that Loki was enjoying himself before he began to stare of to space, flashbacks coming to his mind as his thoughts are interrupted by your voice.

"Loki?"

Startled, Loki snaps out of the flashback and looks over at you.

"Loki, is everything okay?"

His face falls as he is once again faced with the reality of his traumas, and he can't bring himself to speak. All he can do is shake his head and look away as you watched. You gently cupped his face as you laid the both of you down on the bed as he grabbed your wrist.

“Loki…”

“Y-yeah?”

“How can I help you feel better?”

“C-cuddle?”

You smiled softly as you gently rubbed his cheek. He’s such a sweet little trickster. Loki clung to you as he took a deep breath, letting his tears fall as he buried his head in your chest. His tears fell harder and harder as he began to slowly snuggled up against your chest. This only made you want to kiss him more and more as he began to coo while you pulled him closer to you.

His cooing was so adorable as you continued to hold him. The cuddling continued as he began to whine and pull away.

“Whaaa!! Owie!!”

You quickly sat up and grabbed the TVA medkit as you examined his body. A few old faded scars and scuffs from battles and childhood. Some innocent and some not so much. The poor god was shivering as he hesitantly let you touch him, gently shivering as he let you hold him and examine his body before noticing a massive bruise on his ankle.

“Honey…what’s this?”

Loki whimpered as he began to tear up.

“I got my foot caught in a trip wire trap while on the field today…”

You noticed his tear-filled eyes as he tried to brush it off as nothing. His pale gentle skin shimmering under the lights as the red and blue bruise on his ankle showed more and more speckles of purple. Such a sight upset you as you began to clean him up and patched up his ankle.

“There we go…don’t worry, I’m here for you.”

Loki panted and whined as his member began to slowly harden as you finished patching him up and kissed his inner thigh. This made you smile as you gently rubbed his belly. He’s such a cutie!

“Y/N…”

“Hmm?”

“Hard…”

“Ah, I see…ok, how about this?”

You gently grabbed his member and jacked him off, earning a small burst of cum and a low groan from Loki while he laid on his back. The poor little god was tired and overwhelmed. You let him go and rubbed his torso as he whimpered.

“Are you ok?”

Loki nodded as he turned to his side and closed his eyes as he dozed off to sleep. Welp, looks like he was done for the night. You smiled softly as you patted his bottom and decided to address his trauma at a later date, not wanting him to hurt himself trying to explain. You smiled softly as you rubbed his back.

“Sleep tight, my little prince.”

And so…the tears of the trickster stopped as a smile grew more pronounced on his face.

[claws-and-quills]

Not So Silent Treatment

A/N: This is the first time ever written anything on Logan in a really long while. Shootout to my bestie @callsignred for the idea!

CW: Profanity, Primal Hunter/Primal Prey Kink, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy, Unprotected Sex (we're all adults here 😂), Slight Praise Kink, Oral (Female Receiving), Over Stimulation

Word Count: 5,089 I really outdid myself on this one

It had been a few days since you and Logan had returned back to the Mansion after a mission that had gone awry. The tensions that lingered between you and Logan were so thick and suffocating that you could cut through them with a knife. The mere idea of being in the same room, much less under the same roof of the Mansion as him made your blood boil. You could still hear his words. They were practically burned into the back of your mind.

During the mission, you had refused to take orders from Logan towards the end. It was a do or die situation, and you let your emotions get in the way of your judgments. If it hadn't been for you having your own healing factor, that day would have been your last. While attempting to take down a rogue mutant, you and Logan both had been overtaken from underestimating this mutant. You refused to flee despite Logan yelling at you to get out of there. In turn, you sat there on the bed you usually shared with Logan, gazing up at the roof.

The bed felt so empty without Logan laying next to you. After the argument each of you had, he had refused to sleep in there with you. This hurt worse than that piece of steel that had impaled you through the left lower portion of your abdomen. Neither of you would apologize for the things that each of you had yelled at each other. It was in the heat of the moment and out of irrational emotions. You sigh with exasperation, tossing and turning, unable to find sleep.

“This is stupid…all of this is stupid.”

You curse under your breath and force yourself up and out of the bed. The emptiness of the room felt suffocating. It felt as though someone had dropped a ton of bricks onto your chest. Glancing at the small clock that rested on the dresser, the time read 02:45. It was almost three in the morning on the fifth day, and still, neither you nor Logan spoke a word to each other. You angrily grab a pair of your jeans and a tank-top to replace your pajamas. At this point, you had figured maybe getting out of the mansion for a little while could do you some good.

Cracking the door open, you glance both ways around the hall to be sure no one was wandering this late. Seeing it empty, you quietly exhale a breath and sneak towards the staircase and tiptoe down to the first level of the mansion. Parts of you begged that Logan was asleep, but your heart screamed that he would be awake and that you could try to talk about what happened. Straining your eyes, you try to see if you can see the figure of Logan on the couch. Your gut nagged at you to sneak closer, but you also wanted out of there for a few minutes. Fresh air would do you some good, and hopefully a jog around the campus would tire you enough to be able to sleep.

Furrowing your brows, you sigh dejectedly and quietly snake your way out of the door of the mansion. The night air was cool and crisp. The pale moonlight had cast an eerily familiar glow across the night sky. Stars twinkled like tiny lanterns against the blanket of black sky. The moisture that clung to the air had formed a ghastly ring around the moon, and filled the air with a soothing chill that prickled at your skin.

Once you are far enough away from the mansion, you bring yourself into a light jog. The cool, night air stung your lungs and gripped your chest, almost constricting your lungs. Cursing, you push yourself to pick up your pace. The only sounds you could hear were the chirping of crickets and the light fluttering of your heart in your chest. In that moment, your legs brought you further and further away from the mansion. The farther away you managed to bring yourself from there, the closer you drew to breaking.

Your chest grew tight and the back of your throat began to burn with emotion. Tears had begun to sting the corners of your eyes, and before you knew it, your knees were crumbling from beneath you, sending you to the ground onto your hands and knees. Hot tears fell from your eyes, staining your cheeks as you punched the ground. Your emotions hit you like a runaway freight train. Anger. Sadness. Remorse. Hurt. They surged through your veins like a hurricane threatening to tear you apart from the inside out.

Your mind wandered back to the mission. You could still picture everything vividly. Hear everything vividly.

“Get out of here! Go! I can handle these assholes!” Logan had yelled at you while struggling against the rogue mutant and several of its cronies.

“No! I'm not leaving here without you! We came here as a team, we're leaving here as a team!” You had retorted. Ya'll were outnumbered and potentially outmatched. But neither of you wanted to give up so easily. Your protesting against Logan had distracted him enough to leave him vulnerable. Even if it was just a few seconds, you saw the impending attack coming.

“Logan!!!” You cried out, rushing to him and hastily pulled him out of the way of the approaching attack that landed you injured. You didn't care about your own well being at that moment. You had pulled Logan out of the way, but landed yourself severely injured and the rogue mutant had escaped.

As you thought back to it, the more tears that fell down your cheeks. You were mad at yourself, mad at Logan, mad at everyone and anyone possibly that was involved on that mission. But that wasn't even the part that had hurt you the most. It was the argument after you had recovered.

“When I tell you to leave, I mean it. You could have gotten yourself killed! What the hell were you thinking?!”

“I was trying to protect you! You're welcome by the way. No thank you. No that you're glad I'm okay. No nothing?! Just straight to tearing into me?!”

“Protect me? By getting yourself killed?! Oh, very smart. Perfect. You almost got yourself killed and we failed the mission thanks to you!”

“Fuck you. You can be a real prick, Logan. A real fucking prick.”

“Rather be a prick than an idiot, Princess.”

“Just get out. If you're just here to lecture me, then get the fuck out! Get out! I'm done!”

“Fine.”

“Fine!”

That wasn't how you wanted things to go. It wasn't how you pictured things would go. The last thing you wanted to do was to yell at Logan the way you had, much less end things on such a sour note. You sniffle, wiping your eyes on the back of your wrists. The damage was done. The words were said. You curse under your breath at yourself for breaking down again like this. Just as you began to move to get to your feet, you could hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Your heart crawled its way deep into your throat, making you almost choke on your own breath. You recognized that stride; Logan. What the hell was he doing out here?

He walked next to you without a word. His brows were knitted together tightly, eyes dark and lost in thought. Without a word, he plops down next to you, resting his forearms on his knees. His eyes were fixed on the dark labyrinth of forest that surrounded the mansion. A rich had worked its way into his jaw as he silently mulled things over in his head. There was so much he wanted to say, but yet he still remained adamant on not breaking his silent treatment towards you.

It took everything in you to not stare at him. Your heart somersaulted in your chest. It felt like you were laying your eyes on him for the first time all over again. You missed him, and he missed you, but both of you were too level headed to say anything. You swallow dryly as the corners of his lips twitch slightly. Fuck. You knew he could hear the way your heart was fluttering. You wanted to stay mad at him, but at this point, you didn't have the energy anymore. Before you can open your mouth, by some miracle, he broke the unofficial oath of silence between you two.

“Stop trying to fake it. I can hear it , y'know.” You wanted nothing more than to pounce on him right then and there, but you kept your composure. Sniffling again, you shrug off his comment.

“I was jogging. Of course my heart is going to be beating a little harder, Captain Obvious.” You practically hiss at him. It was growing harder to stay mad at him. You missed him. You missed his voice. You missed the way he smelled of oak, leather, and mint. You frantically blink away the tears that threatened to form in the corners of your eyes.

“Can tell the difference, Princess. Don't have to lie about it,” he states bluntly. He knew he was getting under your skin at this point. You hated how smug he appeared to be. You hated how he could be so comfortable doing this without so much as an apology. At this point you'd be satisfied with a half-assed ‘I was wrong’ from him, but you knew that would never happen.

Silence then fell between each of you again. You tried your best to ignore him being there, focusing your attention on anything but him. But his presence was damn near unbearable. He had sat close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his body, but just far enough to be right out of immediate touch. You catch yourself glancing at him, eyeing him up and down. With the white beater he wore, you could see how visibly tense he was. His biceps looked tense, hard even. His chest slowly rose and fell with steady breaths. It felt impossible to pry your eyes off of him.

“Y'know, for being so mad at me, you sure are starin’ a lot. S'there something on your mind?” He finally turns to face you, cocking his head to the side. You tried your best to look away from him, but for some reason, he just wasn't having that. He moved closer to you despite your efforts to keep your gaze away from him. He finally settles himself in front of you; the way he was crouched in front of you forced you to drag your eyes towards him. His gaze was hard on you, but something about it was different. Part of you half expected another lecture to come from him.

“If you came out here to give me another lecture, you're wasting your time.” You state bluntly and try to turn away from him, but he grabs your knee tightly in his hand, dragging you closer to him. The sudden tug earns a soft yelp from you. The force causes you to fall against your back into the grass. Logan moves to rest his weight on the palms of his hands on either side of your head, his knees encasing your hips leaving you with nowhere to go. Your heart thundered in your chest and ears. As much as you wanted to stay mad at him, your body instinctively gave in to how easily he could overpower you. You felt mad; you felt hopeless; but underneath everything, you wanted him–no–needed him back. Tears began to burn the corners of your eyes again, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut again to keep the tears from falling.

Logan audibly exhales a heavy sigh. He moves his hand to gently rest on your cheek, using his thumb to wipe away your tears. Seeing you like this tore him apart on the inside. This hurt him in ways he never knew he could hurt. “Look at me. C'mon, hey. Hey…look at me, please. You know damn good and well I don't like beggin’ now, Darlin’.”

His gaze was still hard on you, but his voice was surprisingly soft. You finally open your eyes to gaze up at him. God you wanted him so badly. You finally move your hands to gently rest against his chest. His heart thrumbed rhythmically deep in his chest; every beat you felt against the palm of your hand pushed your anger down further. You knew it, and he knew it too that neither of you meant all of those words from before. “Lo…I--I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry…”

Your sentence is cut short as he presses his lips against yours for a hungry and needy kiss. He tasted heavenly on your lips, sinful even. His tongue flicks against your lower lip, begging for entrance. Your lips part with a needy moan, allowing him entrance. His fingers find their way into your hair at the base of your skull, tugging harshly to force you to crane your neck as another sinful moan fell from your lips. The new angle allows him to deepen the kiss even further. Your arms snake around his neck, wanting to hold him there and never let go.

He breaks away from the kiss to hungrily gulp down air. A string of saliva remained connected between both your and his lips. His eyes close again as he presses his forehead against yours, breathing in your scent and slowly exhaling a shaky breath. “M'sorry too. I really am. Thought I–I was going to lose you…” He buries his face into the hollow of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites along your pulse. The heat of his breath against your skin sends bolts of electricity through your body. A layer of goosebumps scratch their way onto the surface of your skin.

“Lo…” You whine quietly, craning your neck to give him better access. The scruff on his chin scrapes against your skin, making your eyes flutter as your entire body begins to grow hot. You wanted him. Needed him. A soft gasp escapes you at the sensation of his teeth sinking into your tender skin just above your collarbone. Any harder and you knew his teeth would draw blood, but you didn't care. You wanted him to take you, to mark you, to make you his again. “Lo, please…my god, please…”

He releases your shoulder, his mouth leaving behind a rapidly bruising hickey there. You couldn't help the heat that you felt growing in the pits of your gut and loins. Your thighs ached and your pussy burned for him and his touch. You lift your head to gaze up at him. He was hunkered down on all fours, his eyes were dark, primal even as he licked his lips. He could still taste your sweet and tender skin on his lips, and he wanted more, needed more. Your heart began to thunder uncontrollably within your chest. Fear and arousal filled your body. The sweet scents made his pupils dilate as he breathed you in once more, growling lowly deep in his chest.

“Run. Run little lamb. I'll be kind enough to give you a headstart.” He husks through a growl that sends a shiver down your spine. The look in his eyes was so much more than a wanting need. This was a primal want, a hunger–a hunger that only longed for you and your body. Your legs felt weak with fear and arousal. There was only one other time you had experienced Logan like this, and by God's did you want to experience it again. You're slow to get to your feet. Your head is swimming with different emotions and scenarios.

“Lo–”

“Ten seconds, little lamb.”

Fuck, he was serious. You were almost too afraid to turn and run.

“Nine.”

He was standing at this point. He stood close to a foot over you in height. The corner of his lips twitched into a near snarling grin as he started to walk–no–stalk towards you. Your heart is still thundering in your chest, you manage to find the strength in you to try to run. You didn't know where you would run to; all you knew is that your legs went into overdrive, carrying you wherever you could. All you knew is that you had to run. Run as far and fast as you possibly could. You glance over your shoulder, seeing him still standing there with his eyes still trained on you.

‘Five. Come on legs, move! Faster dammit! Faster!’ Your thoughts raced wildly. You had two options, run to the forest or try to run to the Mansion. You felt hopeless, cause at any second, you knew Logan would be on you like a rabid and hungry animal. The thought of that only added to your growing arousal. The heat between your thighs was almost unbearable. You needed some sort of friction to help with the ever growing ache.

‘Shit. Shit. Shit! Oh god, I can hear him. Move legs! Move faster, dammit!’ It was undeniable. You knew Logan was now rapidly closing in on the distance you had made from him. You could hear every breathy, pant he took with every step he made towards you. Taking one last glance over your shoulder, your eyes widened in shock at how quickly he moved across the ground. He was on all fours, bounding towards you with no intention of stopping until he had you in his grasp. You try to force your legs to move faster, but your calves begin to burn. You were doomed. Your chest and lungs burned with every breath you gulped down. He was drawing himself closer by the second. You could see his silhouette on the ground behind you growing nearer. You gulp down the lump in your throat.

“Not fast enough, little lamb.” His voice rasped as he grew closer. Within seconds, his arms are curling around you as he tackles you down to the ground. Curling his body around yours, he takes most of the impact as you're both sent tumbling across the grass. You desperately try to push him off, but it’s to no avail. You're pinned to the ground by him, but still, you desperately try to wriggle free from him which only makes him growl with pleasure at your struggling.

“Logan, please.” You whine again, chest heaving and body aching. You try to rub your thighs together for friction, but that idea is short-lived. Using his knees, he forces your thighs apart while hungrily crashing his lips against yours. The heat of his mouth swallows up your moans.

“Please what? Use your words, little lamb.” He husks against your lips. His hands snatch your wrists as you try to touch his chest, pinning them above your head. Like this, you were completely at his mercy, awaiting to viciously and lavishly be devoured by him.

“Need you. I need you. Please. Logan, I need you.” You beg hopelessly beneath him. He growls lowly under his breath, his entire body vibrating against yours as he does so. You weren't sure how much longer you could handle this. Your entire body felt like it would explode at any moment from the anticipation. “Logan, I need you…need you to take me…claim me…fuck me…”

“That's a good little lamb,” he husks again. His voice is raspy, bassy even. Leaning back onto his heels, he pulls you flush against his chest with a sinister smirk. “Tonight, you're mine, and only mine.” In one fluid motion, he's onto his feet, pulling you along with him as he tosses you over his shoulder with ease. You clamp a hand over your own mouth to muffle your pitiful squeak. This was it, you were done for, but by the gods did you need this. For days, each of you had been starved of attention, affection and each other's touch. Each of you needed this more than either of you could comprehend.

His chest was heaving. The scent of your arousal was driving him crazy. He could hear your heart fluttering rapidly in your chest, your shallow breaths, and the soft, muffled whimpers of need that you desperately tried to hide through the palm of your hand. Every step, he grew closer to the Mansion where he quietly entered and made his way up the stairs with you. You prayed that everyone was still asleep; that no one would be able to hear the way he was going to fuck you.

He sets you down so that he can open the door to the bedroom he shared with you. You practically stumble through the door, eager for his touch to be on you again. Once the door is closed and locked, he's on you again like a feral animal. His lips crash against yours as he backs you up towards the bed. He breaks the kiss for a moment, eagerly tugging your shirt up your body and over your arms, tossing it somewhere across the room. You take the opportunity to hike his beater up his stomach and chest; grabbing the garment and tugging it over his head, he tosses it as well before reconnecting his lips to yours.

His fingers maneuver around the waist of your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them with ease. Your hands wrestle with his, eagerly tugging both your jeans and panties down your thighs while trying to kick off your shoes. A chuckle rumbles deep in his chest at your eagerness. Gripping your hips tightly, he guides you to lay back onto the mattress where you finish kicking off your shoes and garments. He drags his eyes across your body. The moonlight casts soft shadows across your curves, making him drag his tongue across his lower lip.

“You next,” you pant to him. You needed him like a drug. Against his will, you sat up and eagerly reached for his belt, fumbling with the buckle due to how your hands trembled. He groans as you eagerly tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs; his erection springing free from the confines of his boxers. You move to take him into your mouth, but he stops you with a harsh hand on your throat.

“Oh no, princess. Not this time. Tonight, you're mine. You belong to me.” The words sounded like sinful silk coming from his mouth. You scoot back onto the mattress, heart pounding as he follows right behind you. Beads of sweat rested along the ridge of his brows and his back glistened in the pale moonlight of the room as he drew closer to you. He wraps your legs over the top of his shoulders, dipping his head into the aching heat between your thighs. He slowly drags his tongue through the slick folds of your cunt. You moan heatedly, arching your back slightly at the sensation. He growls into your slick cunt, sending vibrations straight to your core as he drags his tongue through your cunt again, pausing over your clit where he draws tight, deliberate circles over the bundle of nerves.

His fingers dug deep into the fleshy parts of your thighs, his nails leaving tiny crescent shapes that were bound to bruise later. A needy growl falls from his lips as he sucks your clit between his lips, flicking the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud. Your legs trembled at the sensation, making you desperately grind yourself into the demanding heat of his mouth. He pulls away briefly, only to dive back into the heat between your legs. His tongue plunges into your sopping and trembling cunt; the scruff on his chin adds the friction you desperately needed. Your hands manage to find the crown of his head; your fingers become entangled in his hair, nails scratching at his scalp as you desperately chant his name.

“Mmph–fuck, Lo…don't stop, don't stop…” You chant through desperate, breathy pants. He was edging you closer and closer to your first orgasm. He could feel the way your pussy flexed as you were nearing your first orgasm of the night. He groans at the way you ground your cunt into his mouth. His hand releases your thigh, plunging two fingers deep into your trembling core. His tongue flicks against your clit again, and again, drawing you closer to spilling over the edge. He draws his fingers away, only to plunge them deep into you again in rhythm with the movements of his tongue.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck….Logan, I'm so close…please–” Your eyes roll to the back kf your head as your vision goes white. Your first orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your thighs shake and tremble uncontrollably as you desperately try to push him away from your aching clit, but his grip on your thigh helps to hold you down in place. It felt as though your whole body was lit ablaze while you rode out your first high of the night, gasping for air as he finally pulled away once he's finished lapping you up.

“You're doing so well for me. Look at you, making such a mess for me like a good girl.” He coos while massaging your thighs. The remnants of your orgasm glisten on his chin as he drags his eyes across your body again. “I fucking need you. Crave you. We're just getting started. Don't tell me you're all fucked out already.” He places a tender and chaste kiss to your clit, and then onto your stomach, working a trail up the length of your body until he meets your lips. You eagerly and hungrily kiss him, tasting yourself upon his lips and tongue.

“No. Need you. Please.” You beg against his lips. He rests his weight on one of his forearms, using his other hand to swipe the head of his cock through your still ever weeping cunt. A shaky sigh falls from your lips as his cock slowly fills your still sensitive and overstimulated folds. He pulls out, only to snap his hips against yours, filling you to the brim as he buries his entire length into you up to the hilt. You groan into his shoulder, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

His lips find yours again, desperate and needy. Your lips part, allowing him more access into your mouth. Your tongue meets his, dancing for dominance through the kiss. He tasted heavenly sinful on your tongue; you could still taste the faint remnants of yourself in his mouth and saliva. He snaps his hips against yours again, grinding his hips against yours. You whimper out out needy moan as he somehow buries himself deeper into your folds. Every thrust of his hips was harsh and deliberate, filling you to the core and splitting you open more.

You break away from the kiss, your lips meeting his jaw with a trail of kisses along his jawline and to his neck and throat. You trail your tongue along the length of his pulse while dragging your nails down his back. He growls almost primitively, snapping his hips once again. The room is filled with the sinful sounds of skin colliding against skin; the sounds mixed into the soft symphony of moans and groans that come from both you and Logan.

“Do it again. Fuck…” He groans against the shell of your ear. Nodding, you rake your nails down his chest this time, your nails leave behind welting scratch marks on his skin. Your back arches up from the mattress as he slips a hand between your bodies; his fingers find your clit, drawing tight circles around the bud, eliciting a high pitched squeal from you. Desperate for more, you wrap your legs around his waist, digging your heels into the back of his thighs. Your toes curl as another coil begins to tighten in your abdomen. His cock throbbed deep within your quivering pussy, his length dragging along your walls made your legs tremble and shake.

“Lo…Oh fuck, I'm so close…” You pant desperately. Your hands rest on his shoulder blades, your nails sinking into his chiseled back. His thrusts stutter slightly, faltering as he grew near the edge. You could feel the way his cock throbbed that he was close to orgasm. “Oh fuck…please, Logan…don't stop, Don't stop…” You chant, burying your face into the hollow of his neck.

“Fuck…you're so tight. Feel so fucking good. Want you to cum on my cock. Cum for me, princess. Fuck…” He groans, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His breath is hot against your skin with every desperate pant that escapes from him. He slips his other arm underneath your back, pulling you close against him as the walls of your pussy tighten and contract around his cock. Your vision blurs to white again as you cry out his name like a sinful prayer. He groans heatedly, his back arching as his orgasm finally hits not too far behind yours, painting the inside of your cunt and cervix white.

His thrusts slow until his hips finally still against yours. He pants raggedly against your shoulder, removing his hand from your abused and overly stimulated clit. He gazes down at you, his expression soft and brows furrowed with concern. The back of his throat burned with emotion as he rests his forehead against yours.

“I didn't hurt you, did I?” He asks softly, his hand gingerly cups your cheek.

You shake your head, placing a tender kiss on his nose. “No. Not at all. I'm so sorry, Logan…for everything. I didn't mean any of what I said…”

“Ssshhh…I know, I know…” He gently pulls you with him as he rolls onto his back with you laying on his chest. His heart pounded rhythmically against your hands. “I'm sorry too…I was a dick. I shouldn't have yelled at you.” His eyes fell on the jagged scar that now claimed the lower left portion of your abdomen. His eyes soften more as his hand gently touches the scar for the first time since you had been released from the infirmary.

“Guess this means we're on talking terms again? No more silent treatment?” You try to tease lightly, which earns a chuckle from Logan.

“Oh,I think we're well past the silent treatment, princess.” He gently pulls you down for another chaste kiss.

[supernovasteaparty]

Just Friends

Dork squad (Jervis Tetch x Johnathan Crane x Edward Nygma) Something to keep in mind when reading this is that these are actually my AU version's of the characters! Both John and Jervis and transmasc, and Jervis's physical appearance changes slightly when he's excited :3 Minors, turn away now!!! CW, TW: anatomy mentions, passing mention of pregnancy (thinking of how one of the characters can't get pregnant), literally them having a threesome on the couch, pure filth ngl <3 Word count: 6,290 | layout completely inspired by @finniestoncrane (who also wanted to be tagged. Please ignore any spelling errors 😭😭)

I was sat on the couch, reading. That was all I was doing.

Then when John came home, I hardly even gave him a passing glance. “Dr. Crane,” I said in acknowledgement of his presence, and then I went back to reading my book. 

He stopped, and out of the corner of my eye I watched as he set his bag down and turned to me. The man hummed lowly, his Georgian accent audible even through noises. 

“Good afternoon, Mr. Nygma,” He said.

I looked up at him over my glasses, his face a blurry mess of flesh, blinking eyes and dark hair. 

He never spoke with me unless he needed or wanted something— or if he was in a good mood for some horrible reason or another. 

“… how are you?” I asked, slightly hesitant.

Through the blur of my eyesight, I watched what I believed to be a wide, toothy grin slowly creeping into his expression. “I’m good,” He whispered, and with that he took a long step forward; now standing at the front of the couch. 

I let out a slightly shaky breath as I set my book down, not looking away from him. “And why is that?” I asked. 

He didn’t answer.  “Where’s Tetch?” He asked.

“Your room,” I said. “Asleep,” 

John nodded, and then stood still, staring at me. I accidentally looked away, cursing myself as when I looked up he was already gone.

I heard the slide of his bedroom door opening, and I looked over. I caught the slightest glimpse of his hair and back, but he was gone before it could even register in my brain. 

After that, I tried to focus again on my book, but the soft chatter of Jervis’s voice kept pulling me out of rhythm. 

After a bit, the door opened again, and I heard the familiar click of Jervis’s shoes on the hardwood floor. I didn’t look up, I didn’t want to seem interested in whatever the hell was happening. 

“Eddie,” I heard whispered in my ear, and I jumped slightly. It was Jervis, but I heard Johnathan let out a soft laugh in response to me being startled.

I turned to Jervis. 

“What do you want now?” I asked.

“Oh—Oh! Well, I—“ He couldn’t even get the words out before he burst into a fit of giggles, his already pink cheeks turning an even deeper shade as he cartoonishly waved at his face, glancing away. His large teeth rested gently against his bottom lip, his tongue visibly swiveling against his sharp canines.  

“The Crane can explain,” He said softly, trying to lean forward as his hand reached into his own hair, coiling a thick silver strand around one of his gloved fingers, his other hand resting against the arm of the couch.

I turned to John, who moved away just as I tried to look at him. He walked behind the couch, his large hand moving to my shoulder, and then lightly tracing downward. 

I swallowed, shifting my weight as his warm breath slowly dripped down the shell of my ear. “Y’know…” John began, his voice low and husky. “Been a while since we last… “ He hand travelled lower, and then gently gripped on my belt, lightly pulling on it. 

I tried and failed to suppress the shaky whimper that left my mouth, my face becoming warm with embarrassment. I shifted again, letting out a breath. 

“Care to—Care to explain a bit more than that?” I said, attempting to look behind me. Before I could, his other hand gently rested against my other shoulder, moving down and tracing the buttons on my shirt. 

He hummed, the sound low and vibrating through my body, sending chills down my spine. “Mmm, well, as Jervis so lovingly puts it… ‘played’,” John said, beginning to unbutton my shirt. 

I closed my eyes, nodding. I knew what that meant.

They wanted to have sex.

It was a thing that had started a while ago.

I don’t remember really when it happened first, but somewhere around the time that I started living with Johnathan, Jervis came along and one thing led to the next and I guess we all somehow managed to become friends with benefits. 

Mainly what would happen was that two of us would… the word is fuck, Eddie, just say it— do things, and one would watch. Usually that person would be Johnathan, as he enjoyed sitting in complete silence and making us unnerved— that or he’d praise and guide us the entire time. 

“If you’d like, of course,” Jervis said, gently placing his hand on my arm, leaning closer. There was too much affection and attention now, and the tones of their voices were making me feel nearly ill with how, unfortunately, aroused I was getting.

I swallowed, nodding. 

“O-okay, yeah, I-I uhm,” I let out, stopping as my breath caught in my throat as Jervis climbed on top of the couch, and began helping John with the buttons on my shirt. 

“Over the hill, or here or there—“ Jervis began singing quietly. I leaned forward without thinking, and stopped him before he could start actually singing, placing a soft, gentle kiss on his lips before simply pulling away. 

His eyes lit up as his face seemed to fall a bit, his body language stuck in what looked like the middle of an exaggerated conversation. He paused, his cheeks turning even darker, now a red, as he sat  up straight, turning away. “Oh… Oh, my,” His voice, soft as ever, seemed strained and shaking. 

I went to say something, I don’t know what, but he placed his gloved hands on my face. “Do it again,” He whispered.

I kissed his lips, this time a bit more roughly, and then pulled away again; my body getting covered in chills as I felt John’s breath on the back of my neck again. Jervis’s eyes shut, his hands flapping excitedly as he turned away, a nervous half-smirk cracking across his lips.

Before anything else could happen, John hummed. 

“You two need to be separated at least once,” He whispered. “I should have him today, don’t you think?” 

Jervis nodded, as did I.

He as in likely Jervis. 

I leaned back, startled slightly by the warmth and movement of a chest behind me; I didn’t know that Johnathan had sat down. 

I gasped as John’s hand slid up to my chest, pressing down and pulling me closer to him. “Now,” He whispered, voice low and gravelly. “Are you gonna be a good sex toy and let me use you for a while?” 

I started trembling, nodding before I could even fully register what was happening. All the blood in my body rushed to a… certain piece of my anatomy, making me shift my weight in a thinly veiled attempt at covering it. 

“Aww,” Jervis let out a soft laugh as he worked to undo my belt buckle. “Look how desperate he is now,” 

My entire body felt warm as I looked away, embarrassed. I shouldn’t have enjoyed this as much as I was, my stomach doing flips as I heard Johnathan hum in agreement.

My heart skipped a couple beats as I felt John’s large hand travel up my chest and rest on my throat. “W-What uh, what’s— what are you going to uh—“

“I thought it was clear,” John whispered, voice nearly a growl in my ear. I shivered as my belt was removed from my pants’ loops; I heard as it landed on the floor with a soft clinking sound. 

“I’ll explain now,” Jervis said softly, his eyelids looking heavy as he undid his own shirt. “I’m going to watch…”

John nodded, removing my shirt. 

“While I fuck you,” He whispered, finishing Jervis’s sentence. 

My face warmed up even more, and I began to nod without thinking about what I was doing. He hardly ever would be the one doing anything to me, usually watching or having sex with Jervis instead. 

Something in my body ached for him, craving him desperately. The way he’d move his hips so harshly, so fast. The way he looked so calm, the way he held Jervis down by his hair as he practically drooled and cried from how good he was getting fucked, John praising and guiding him the entire time. 

I started whining, the idea of being fucked so good that I’d start drooling made me feel nearly like fainting; I wanted it so badly now, and I couldn’t even focus on anything other than the memory of how much ecstasy Jervis always looked like he was in when John would…

“Please,” I whimpered involuntarily, and John let out a soft laugh. 

“Please what?”

I shook my head, embarrassed that I had said anything. He hummed, nodding as his rough, callused fingers dragged down my chest. His fingernails were painted black, and my brain instantly began playing an image of his fingers buried inside of me, stretching me out, getting me ready for his—

One hand focused on my chest, his thumb rubbing circles around my left nipple, his other hand gliding down my exposed side, fingers hooking around the waistband of my pants. 

“Hatter,” He said, looking up at Jervis (who I now noticed seemed to have either spaced out or was just very entertained by what was happening, as he was drooling).

“Yes?”

“Help me remove this,” He said. “Won’t you please, hon?” 

Jervis nodded, reaching forward and pulling my slacks off from my hips. “He’s so excited…” He whispered, lightly touching my inner thigh. 

I felt lightheaded and nearly dizzy, my heart slamming in my chest as I watched him, the silver streaks in his hair beginning to fade to a soft purple. I glanced up, attempting to look at John.

My glasses were removed before I could, being set on the coffee table and out of my reach as my vision blurred. All I could really make out on John’s face were his eyes and the dark scars on his face. 

Before I could really say anything about it, John hummed, and I watched the dark shape of his mouth move as he spoke: “You wanna do this out here? Now, we cou’d always go int’a the bedroom, honey, if you’d like,”

His accent was so thick, it always got like that when he was excited about something. I couldn’t really imagine him being excited to do something like this, but maybe he was.

“We can stay out here,” I whispered, unable to fathom the idea of having to wait any longer than I’d have to already. 

He nodded, humming.

“Can— uh, can we pl-please—?” I stammered out, involuntarily bucking my hips up a bit. 

John chuckled, his hand— God his hands were so big. They were so wide and his fingers were long and— his hand moved to the waistband of my boxers, his thumb hooking underneath and snapping the elastic material against my flesh, making me jump slightly. 

“Ain’t’cha jus’ so eager?” He asked, low and steady. 

I was painfully erect, my member twitching in my underwear every time John said anything or moved at all, and what he said was making it worse. 

I nodded, the shame leaving my body when I felt gloved fingers pulling at my underwear, pulling it off of my body. I looked back at Jervis, who was the one who had removed it, as he set it on the floor and began to undo his own pants. 

“Aww,” John whispered in my ear, one hand resting a my waist, teasing me. “You’re pathetic, y’know that?” He asked, turning his head and biting lightly on my neck. I whimpered as I felt him sucking at my flesh, my exposed member twitching and leaking at the feeling.

“J-John~,” I let out, practically shaking with how badly I wanted anything at this point. Any sort of pleasure, literally any sort of touch.

He nipped at my neck sharply before pulling away, his hands sliding down my thighs and moving under them, pulling me up onto his lap. 

“Jervi,” I heard, and I watched as Jervis looked up from what he was doing. 

“Hm?”

“Could you go get the lubricant? I left it in the bedroom,” John said, to which Jervis nodded and left to get it.

The moment he left the room, John’s hand went to my throat, gripping tightly as he pushed my chin up so I was forced to look at him. I gulped as his eye came into focus. 

“Look at me, sweetie— that’s it… now, we’re gonna have a safe word, okay? I get real rough, even if I don’t intend to do so, okay?” He asked, and I nodded. 

“Good boy,” He praised, and my mouth felt dry. “Now, ‘aphorism’ is the word, okay?” He said, and I nodded.

His hand gently went to my hair and he began to pet me. “Such a good boy, ain’t you?” 

I couldn’t even say anything. I felt like my brain had melted, the praise getting to me too quickly. 

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head.

“You haven’t hurt him, I trust?” I heard, and Jervis sat back down on the couch, handing John the bottle of lube. 

“He’s fine,” John answered, taking the bottle. “Thank you, hon,” 

Jervis giggled slightly, letting out a hum, as he looked down at me. “Aren’t you so pretty,” He said, to which my heart rate skyrocketed. 

Jervis leaned forward, the soft fabric of his gloves on my chest as he kissed me again. I reached up and lightly grabbed his face, pulling him in a bit more. 

“My heart, never depart, if you turn out to be untrue, your flesh will be left sickly pale and blue—“

I ignored him, my hand travelling absently downward, resting on his chest. I felt how quickly his heart beat, thinking distantly about how it felt maybe a bit too fast for a human.

I kissed him again, and he pulled back slightly, smiling crookedly as his teeth dug in his bottom lip.  “I had such a curious dream; it started just like this… Please,” He began in a whisper as I looked him over again, watching as his hair seemed to coil too much like a spiral. “Please kiss me yet again,” 

His eyes didn’t seem too brown anymore…

“Jerv—“ I began, but my hair was suddenly yanked, my entire body being pulled back as I gasped, feeling the burning of the stretch from one of Johnathan’s fingers inside of me.

I began to whimper, the suddenness of the feeling made it hurt a bit more than I was used to. 

“J-John!” I yelped, turning back to face him as his grip in my hair loosened. He buried his face into my neck, and began to gently kiss where he’d bitten previously. 

“M’sorry,” He said. “Just got a bit jealous from you an’ Jerv,” 

My entire body flushed, which Jervis noticed and giggled in reaction, running his hands down my stomach, the smooth glide of fabric making me feel lightheaded. 

I whined as John’s fingers worked me open, him adding a second one not too long after; my arms trembling as I moved my hand to my mouth, muffling the moans that threatened to leave me. 

As I did, Jervis reached up and pulled my hand down, tutting. “No, no,” He smiled. “No, you must make noise, pretty, otherwise we won’t enjoy it,” 

I looked away, face practically engulfed in flames with how warm I felt. “O-Oh…” I let out softly.

Jervis leaned back on the arm of the couch, completely removing his shirt. I let out a moan as John’s fingers found a rhythm, hitting an all-too-sensitive part inside me which made my body tremble.

“You’re doing so well, honey,” John said, his accent heavy and his voice a soft growl in my ear. Chill after chill rushed through me as I whimpered, biting my lower lip to keep from getting too loud. 

Jervis’s gaze followed John’s fingers as I started to relax myself a bit, pleasure flooding my body and making my limbs feel weak. 

“John,” I let out, unable to really think of anything else. 

He hummed into my ear. “Yes, sweetheart?” He asked.

“Mh, feels… mmn feels so—“ I let out a whine. “G-good…” 

My eyes fell on Jervis as he moved his hands behind his back, unclasping his bra and taking it off, setting it to the ground. 

I looked away, my mind going to slightly different territory as his body reminded me so much of…

I whimpered, letting out a moan as I realised I’d been holding my breath. “Ple-ase,” I let out, broken and breathy.

“Please what?” 

“More—“ I started, hardly getting it out before a third finger was pushed in, stretching me out a bit more; a slight burn flowing through my lower half.

I gasped, grinding down onto his lubricated fingers involuntarily. “F-Fuck!” I moaned as he worked them in and out, getting my body used to the stretch, used to the pleasure. He was so rough with them, moving so softly at first to get me used to it, and then faster and harder, making my brain spin. His fingers were so long, so big that it felt like I was being torn apart in a way that made me dizzy with pleasure.

I watched Jervis as he removed one of his gloves with his mouth, moving the now nude hand down the front of his loosened pants. 

I began to pant, pleasure engulfing my entire body as I whimpered, leaning against John’s chest. 

“Good,” He whispered. “Good boy,” 

“Ohh,” I let out, my back arching slightly. “Fuck… it’s so good, it’s so good,” I moaned, grinding down a bit more. 

John’s voice echoed in my ear. “Doin’ so well for us,” He whispered, his fingers sliding in and out of me, making me feel so full and stretched out.

Tears threatened to leave my eyes as he suddenly removed his fingers from me. “W-Wait, I—“ I started in protest, but I was quickly shushed as John moved away from me, lowering his pants.

I started practically drooling the moment he did, the blurry sight of black straps and glinting silver metal resting tightly around his white boxers, around his hips made me feel nearly faint. 

I looked away as I heard him unzip and unbutton his black jeans. The sound of his keys jingling sharply against each other as he lowered his pants, the karabiner clacking against the small plastic light up pumpkin charm he had attached to it.

The warmth of his body returned with the sound of him uncapping the lubricant bottle. He sat back down on the couch, a rough, heavy hand pushing me forward to expose myself more. 

I was able to get a better look at Jervis now, one hand in his pants as he masturbated to the sight of us, the other now cupped around my face lovingly, petting me as he muttered things I couldn’t quite understand under his breath. 

“It’ll feel so good,” He leaned in, whispering. My face felt so warm, and the coolness of his glove didn’t make it any better. “You’re so, so, good,”

I whimpered softly, kissing him back as his lips met mine, his teeth pressing hard against my lips. “Mh, Jervis, I—“ I was stopped by the feeling of being stretched out a bit more than I was used to yet, a sharp burning pain coming from my lower half.

“Ah!” I let out, my arms becoming too weak to hold me up, so I accidentally collapsed onto Jervis, my head resting against his stomach. With his gloved hand, I felt him petting my hair; he began to coo soft words of comfort and praise as I felt the warmth and roughness of John’s hands on my hips.

The pain paused for a bit, slowly fading into slight discomfort as neither of us moved; John softly massaging my lower back up to my shoulder blades. “Will it be alright for me to move?” He asked, my poor, leaking member painfully pressed between my stomach and the slightly rough texture of the couch’s cushions. I nodded, shifting my hips a bit, trying to hold myself up again. 

“Yeah,” I said, voice a lot more breathy than I would’ve liked. “You can start moving,” 

He hummed something in acknowledgment and pushed in a bit more, my breath catching in my throat as I closed my eyes. 

“That’s it…” I heard, but I honestly couldn’t even tell who had said it anymore. “You take it so well,”

My resolve broke and I fell again, this time being caught by Jervis, his hands pressed against my shoulders as he led me up, looking at me with a soft smile on his face. His right eye was blue…

Before I could focus on him any more, my body tensed up, a moan leaving my lips as Jervis let me fall a bit, him cradling me in a tight hold. He smelled like a bag of marshmallows, sweet and warm. 

John finally bottomed out inside me, my body trembling as I felt the smooth fabric of his black button-up shirt and the warmth of his stomach on my back as I heard him kissing Jervis. 

“You take such good care of him— our toy,” John muttered above me, and I heard Jervis let out a soft laugh. 

I closed my eyes, my stomach fluttering as a soft anger replaced the arousal that usually followed being completely objectified like that. “I’m not your toy, Scarecrow—“ I snapped, but my hair was roughly coiled around a hand and I was pulled painfully away from Jervis’s hold, now sitting completely upright in John’s lap, on his—

“Oh, is that right?” John began, the painted nails of his other hand digging into the flesh of my hip. He let go of my hair, his other hand sliding to grab at my hip as well. He slowly lifted me about two inches, letting me drop sharply back down on his strap. 

“Fuck~!” I moaned, leaning back against his chest, my member red and twitching. “Pl-Please, I—“

I suddenly became very aware that Jervis was watching us, and I felt my stomach and chest getting warm with the blush that covered me in embarrassment. 

I said nothing, looking away. 

“Oh, he’s embarrassed,” Jervis said suddenly, and I opened my eyes to see him closer, his gloved hand lightly tracing my chest. 

“I’m not embarrassed,” I hissed, not wanting to seem weak. “I just—“ 

“Shh,” Jervis hushed me, his hand traveling lower, resting on my lower stomach. “You don’t have to worry…”

“I— Ah~! F-Fuck,” I gasped, my body being slowly moved up and down, the thick head of John’s strap slamming slowly inside me, hitting the area just below my prostate. “John, Goddamn it~!” I moaned, closing my eyes tightly.

Jervis hushed me again. “Eddie,” He called, drawn out and in a whisper. “Look at me…”

I opened my eyes again, trying to focus on him.

The feeling of soft fabric dragging up and down on my stomach, over and over and over, the way his eyes didn’t look entirely normal anymore. “It feels so good, doesn’t it, pet?” He asked. 

I moved to say something, but I couldn’t.

I let out a whimper, nodding. Jervis seemed pleased, moving back and going back to what he was doing before I fell on him— He was fucking himself, Ed, just thinking the word isn’t the end of the goddamn world!

“John, please,” I gasped, feeling him lean back against the arm of the couch, getting more relaxed as he pulled me with him. My heart slammed against my ribcage as his hands dragged down my chest to my stomach. 

“Well, since you ain’t a toy, you can get yourself off, can’tcha?” He asked, his hands resting once more on my hips. I scoffed in an attempt to seem like it’d be easy. I moved my hips slightly, my legs weak already. 

I let out a soft moan, sliding back down.

I paused, knowing this wouldn’t do anything for me without his help. “John…”

I could feel how smug he looked.

“Yeah, hon?”

“I…” My stomach boiled with anger. I couldn't do something. I would rather die than admit it. I attempted again, the feeling of him inside me hardly doing anything for pleasure. 

I felt like crying as I covered my face with my hands. “I can’t,” I said. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”  

He lifted me slightly, my back pressed against his chest as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Mhm,” He hummed lowly, pulling nearly all the way out before thrusting back inside, quickly setting a pace that made my stomach flip. 

“Oh— fuck!” I gasped, reaching back slightly and gripping his hair, pulling a bit. “Fuck, yeah, yeah,” I nodded, panting as he held me in place, my entire body covered in chills from how good it felt now.

It nearly burned, fading quickly away into overwhelming pleasure that made my eyes water. 

“Please, ple-ase, ple—!” I whimpered, my sounds devolving into high pitched whines that sounded more like a dog than anything. 

I felt myself clenching around him, the pleasure nearly too much to bear, my entire body feeling weak as he slammed inside me over and over and over. 

“It—“ I began, but stopped as I nearly blacked out, feeling him finally start hitting that spot inside me, my stomach coiling at the feeling. “Ah-! Fuck, please~!” I begged, shaking. 

He suddenly stopped.

“Please what?” He asked, and I could hear the smile on his lips. 

“No, no, no, please keep going, please, please,” I whined, grinding down as much as I could. Tears leaked from my eyes, whimpers leaving my chest as I scrambled behind me, scratching at his side. 

He only laughed a bit, pulling out and then slamming back inside, making me let out a yelp as I trembled. “You take me so well,” He whispered, his warm breath cascading down my neck. “Look at that,” He continued. “What a good little toy, needing my help; so easily taking the whole thing,” 

I whined, bucking my hips as I let out a strangled sounding moan. “Please,” I begged. “More, please,”

My legs started shaking, weak as he held them open. “Please,” I said, whining. “It’s so—“

He set a more rough pace, slamming into me again, more brutal this time. “Fuck, fuck, fuc—k,” I moaned, breathing shakily. 

“Are you getting close?” I heard, to which I shook my head. 

“N-No,” I let out in a gasp. “Pl-please, please keep going, please,” I begged, voice breaking. 

“Oh, good,” He said, to which I finally registered it being Jervis who was speaking. “Can I play with him yet?” 

I let out a loud whimper and my prostate was slammed into again, my heart fluttering with my stomach. “S’good,” I moaned. “So good, so go-od,”

He paused, buried deep inside me as he slightly moved me forward, sitting up a bit more. “Wh—“ I began, but he started moving inside me again, so my brain stopped working. 

I felt the smooth glide of fabric on my face, and I looked up. Jervis kissed me again, and I roughly gripped onto the cushion beneath him as I kissed back. “You can take it, can’t you?” He asked, cocking his head to the side as his hand travelled down. 

“Take wh—?” I began, but it felt like all the air in my lungs was knocked out of me as I felt him, his soft hand wrapped around my aching member. He lightly began stroking me as I whimpered, John still abusing my insides, too much pleasure, too much—

“Fuck!” I yelled, which turned into a string of soft whimpers as my limbs trembled, struggling to hold me up. I felt like I was going to die, my heart slamming in my chest as my stomach turned, my head completely empty other than the thoughts of how good I felt. 

Jervis pressed kisses onto my lips. “You feel so good, don’t you? It feels amazing, right?” He said, petting my hair as he continued to stroke my previously completely neglected cock. 

I nodded, letting out a whine into his lips. 

He shifted, letting me go for a moment as he relaxed, lowering himself on the arm of the couch a bit before—

I gasped, my hands losing their grip on the cushions as he adjusted himself, sliding my member inside of him; tight, wet warmth clamping down around me. 

He let out a soft whimper as he took my full length, John pausing for a moment to give me a little bit more stability over my senses. I held onto Jervis’s hips as I shook, letting out breathy whimpers. He was so warm. 

When I first had sex with him, I hardly lasted three minutes; his—his— His cunt,— felt so fucking good wrapped so tightly around me. I’d never felt something like that before him, and I felt like a teenager, the pleasure completely consuming me to the point that it nearly hurt to not chase that amazing feeling. 

My hips twitched, thrusting deeper into him nearly involuntarily. We both moaned, and I could feel myself leaking inside him. 

John began to slowly move again, Jervis fucked himself back onto me, and my brain stopped functioning. 

“You feel so good,” Jervis whined, and I could hear ringing in one of my ears as I panted, John hitting another sensitive spot inside me, my stomach turning. 

“Fuck,” I cried, tears leaking from my eyes as my legs trembled. John started moving faster again, lightly swatting at my thighs. 

“Are you just gonna make him pleasure himself?” John asked in my ear, voice so calm and smooth. All I could do was shake my head, attempting to thrust inside Jervis again. The drag of my shaft against the tight walls of his insides, burying the head deeper, the wetness making a soft, lewd sound as he leaked onto the couch, a small dark patch forming now.  

I started drooling, the head of John’s strap grinding heavily against my prostate, chill after chill running up my spine. Tears fell from my eyes as I whimpered. 

“Fuck, please,” I begged, shaking. I sounded pathetic, voice high pitched and trembling, weak and raspy. “Please, please, have— have mercy, please,” 

“Oh, don’t tell me you’re gonna cum,” John hissed in my ear. “You wouldn’t disappoint us like that, now would you, Eddie?” 

Jervis whined, echoing his sentiment as he seemed to literally be melting underneath me, his face and body becoming more and more warm, his right eye turning into a colourful spiral as his hair twisted and shifted around as if it were alive. 

“D-Don’t,” He moaned out, slamming his hips down, my entire length fully sheathed inside him. He let out a loud whimper, arching his back as he panted. “Don’t cum yet, don’t— not yet, not— ahh~!”

I felt myself twitching inside him as I looked away, trying so desperately to ignore the coil in my stomach that became more and more loose as they used my body for their pleasure. 

I couldn’t think about it, I couldn’t focus on how fucking good it felt. How amazing it felt— how tight Jervis was, how warm and wet and tight, god his cunt was so tight, it always was, so good, so, so good. He clenched around my cock like he never wanted to let go, sucking me in, making it nearly difficult to pull out. He always begged me to finish inside him, and if I didn’t, he’d be in a bad, snippy mood for the rest of the day. 

The moment they (both him and John) knew I didn’t have anything wrong, I was fucking him raw and filling him with my cum. 

He couldn’t get pregnant, he’d gotten that taken care of years before he even became who he was now, so there really wasn’t a reason not to. 

I heard Jervis let out a breathy moan, leading it into a soft whine of his words; “Mine,” He whispered. “All mine,” As I felt his lips begin to travel down my neck, his large teeth dragging against the flesh that began to become bruised as he marked my collarbone with hickeys.

I had to ignore it, ignore how good it felt.

Ignore how brutally I was getting fucked by Johnathan. Ignore how thick and long he was, how heavily he would slam inside of me, how quickly the burn of pain when he’d hit my thighs would fade into unbearable pleasure, how precise he was with his movements, how fast he went—

I couldn’t think of how good it felt, I couldn’t think about how badly I’d been needing him to do this to me. How I’d been fantasising about it, how late at night I’d imagine him sneaking into my room, I’d imagine him kissing my neck and pinning me down, asking if I wanted him, asking if I wanted him to make me cum. I’d imagine him fucking my brains out, him making my entire body shake. 

Sometimes I would fight with him, tell him he wasn’t good at something, anything to get him to hate-fuck me so good I couldn’t walk the next day. It never worked, he never pushed me down by my hair, teasing and toying with my body until finally abusing me, hitting me, hurting me while making me drool with how good my body would feel.

And now he was finally doing it, fucking me senseless, making it difficult to think, to function. Finally making my body his, and I couldn’t think about it, I had to think of anything other than how good it felt.

“C-Can’t,” I let out, panting. “Can’t,”

He slammed deep inside, grinding his hips on mine. 

“Can’t…?” He asked, leaning forward and pressing a bite to my shoulder, his lips meeting Jervis’s as they began to kiss.

Jervis whined, pulling away and grabbing at my hair as he used me like a sex toy, fucking himself deeper than I thought he could, causing both of us to let out moans in response. 

I was crying by this point, my orgasm approaching so quickly. I was drooling over the way Jervis felt and sounded and looked, my cock painfully hard and twitching inside of him, leaking pre deep into him. 

He kept bucking his hips, the spiral in his eye moving faster than before, faster than I could focus on. “Eddie,” Jervis moaned, making it even more impossible to not focus on him. “Ed—Ed it feels so good, you make me feel so, so good,” He cried.

I whined, barely holding myself together.

I panted as I looked away, trying desperately to think of anything else, anything but how warm he was. 

“Not gonna— not gonna,” I gasped, tears leaving my eyes. “L-Last, not gonna last, not— gonna, g-gonna cum,” 

“Not yet, hon,” John said, pulling my hair lightly. “You can last a little longer,” 

“C-Ca-an’t!” I sobbed out, drooling as he grinded against my prostate. “Can’t, can’t, can’t,” I panted.

Jervis moaned, biting my neck hard as I felt his walls clenching down around me. I gasped, my eyes rolling back as I felt what I can only describe as god inside him, a spot that made me forget how badly I wanted to please the both of them, how badly I wanted to not disappoint them, how much longer I wanted to last— I grabbed a tighter hold of his hips, moving him up and down on my cock, hitting that spot over, and over, and over. 

John held me up, slamming into me as I babbled incoherent nonsense about how good I felt, how good Jervis’s cunt felt, how amazing John’s cock was inside me. 

“C-Cumming, cumming,” I sobbed, Jervis drooling underneath me, making that “uh, uh, uh,” noise that always made me feel dizzy. 

“In—Inside, please~!” Jervis begged, holding my arm. 

I let out a soft cry, collapsing on top of him as I finally let myself go; grinding myself deeper as the whole world spun, wave after wave of euphoria washing through my body as my orgasm spilled over, filling him. “Fuck,” I gasped, feeling John slide out of me. I panted, trembling as I lay on Jervis.

“You both did so well,” John whispered, petting my hair as he leaned forward, kissing Jervis on the cheek. I weakly turned to him, and John kissed my lips, smiling slightly. 

I kissed back before he pulled away, my entire body warm and covered in sweat.

I sighed, attempting to move once I finally got my heart rate back to normal.

Jervis’s legs were wrapped around my hips, holding me in place. “J-Jervis,” I said, a soft laugh leaving my lips as he began kissing me, petting my hair. 

“So good,” He praised, making me roll my eyes. 

“Jervis I have to— to get off of you,” I laughed. 

He reluctantly nodded, untangling himself from me as we both pulled away. He pressed another kiss to my cheek as we did so. 

I leaned back, trying to catch my breath.  “You felt amazing,” I said, directed to both of them. 

John hummed, nodding. “You both did very well,” His voice was back to normal, his accent still there but not as prominent. “You should both be proud a’yourselves and also go shower— I’m gonna go wash this,” He said, leaving before I could get a good look at him.

I sighed, looking over at Jervis. He was snoring.

[dialovers-lover-xoxo]

❌ NSFW Warning: This post contains explicit sexual content. If you are a minor or that kind of content makes you uncomfortable please do not read under the cut! ❌

Yuma x Female Reader Smut

Handcuffs, teasing, begging, vulgar language, oral, fingering

-------------------------------------------------

The sound of the handcuffs snapping onto the bed's headboard went straight to your core, intensifying the aching in between your legs. Yuma trailed his hand down the valley of your breasts and stomach, chuckling. "I like seeing ya all tied up, Sow." You giggled. "You see this sight often enough." He kissed your breast and you let out a sigh of pleasure. He lifted his head again and said, "I won't ever be able to get enough of ya." Despite the fact you and Yuma have been together so long, you felt a blush form on your cheeks and your body filled with warmth.

Yuma leaned down, pressing kiss after kiss on your breasts, trailing his tongue down your stomach. Reaching your core he flicked his tongue over your clit briefly. Your thighs jerked. He looked up at you and chuckled. "I can't get enough of your taste." "Taste me more, please." He grinned and obeyed, burying his face inside your thighs and began to eat you out. "Ohhhh...." you moaned, your legs already twitching at the delicious sensations his tongue gave you. "Mmm..." your legs jerked again and he held them down with his strong hands.

It felt amazing as his tongue stroked your folds expertly, loving every inch of you. He kissed the insides of your thigh and you giggled until he bit your flesh lightly and you yelled. He chuckled again. He pressed a kiss to your clit before circling his tongue with it. "Yuma!" You bucked your hips. "Fuck, I love your taste." "More." It was a demand, but your pleading tone took any force out of it. Nevertheless, Yuma complied with your wishes.

You felt yourself approaching release and you twisted and writhed on the bed, moaning as your body heated up and your sex pulsed. Normally you would've grabbed onto Yuma's hair, or maybe the bedsheets, but you were handcuffed to the bed and all you could do was thrash as your lover's tongue brought your closer to the edge. The inability to grab onto something was frustrating but it aroused you beyond words that you had to be entirely focused on the pleasure, with no way to alleviate your tension.

It built until you shattered, crying out. Yuma licked his lips. He kissed up your stomach and inserted one of his fingers. "Mm!" Yuma watched through half-lidded eyes as his finger pumped in and out of you. "Fuck, you're so goddamn wet." You giggled, even as the pleasure increased in intensity. "Well, you certainly made sure of that." You teased and Yuma grinned, still eyeing your womanhood. "Trust me, you were wet for me on your own, Sow." Heat flushed your cheeks.

Yuma climbed over you, naked, strong and tall. You admired his abs, his eyes, his broad shoulders and your toes curled in delight. "You like what you see, huh?" He asked in a deep voice. "Yeah." You breathed out the same time he kissed you. He settled in between your legs on his knees.

With a wicked grin, he began to rub his length against you, close enough to your entrance, but never penetrating you. "Yuma!" You whined in complaint. The aching down there was almost unbearable, you needed him to fill you. This time Yuma didn't cooperate. He kept rocking his hips, so close to your entrance, ghosting over it but never actually inserting himself. "Yuma!" You lifted your legs and wrapped them around his waist. He exhaled, definitely aroused by that. "Not yet, Sow." "Don't you want to be inside me?" You tried, making a pleading face and arching your back, making sure the movement would move your breasts. Yuma's eyes raked over you.

He stretched out, never breaking eye contact, guided himself to your entrance and slowly pushed in. Your jaw dropped and you couldn't help but moan as he filled you up. Yuma, too, couldn't hide his pleasure. His eyes closed and he let out a sexy groan. He filled you to the brim and began to thrust slowly. "Uhhh...Yuma..." you moaned. "Fuck." He breathed out and moaned your name, before dipping his head down and kissing you passionately. You kissed him back, whimpering against his mouth, which made him smile against yours.

He sped up a little and got off his forearms, holding himself up with his hands, his muscles flexing beautifully. "Fuck, you feel so goddamn good around my dick." You moaned in response, again your twisting was futile, the handcuffs making sure your wrists stayed put. Yuma got on his knees and wrapped his hands around your breasts. He went harder and faster and you kept crying out in ecstasy. He growled, fangs glinting. "Fuck, yeah, just like that. Take my cock inside you, Sow." Your legs fell open, now completely wide apart. And you bucked your hips to grind against him, loving as he rammed into you.

His shoulders tensed and his breathing quickened, you knew he was getting close, and so did he. He continued fondling your breasts with one hand and moved the other one down to flick your clit. The combination of his length pumping inside you and him circling your clit made you close to your release faster than normal. Yuma growled again before reaching releasing, cumming inside you and moaning loudly. You shattered as well. Yours lasted longer than his and his eyes closed as he enjoyed your walls clamping down on him. "Fuck..." he breathed out. "I love it when you cum on my dick." He caught his breath. "Feels so fuckin' good." He kissed you and you eagerly responded. He pulled out and stretched out next to you, wrapping in his arms and pressing a kiss to your neck. You smiled. "Yuma, didn't you forget something?" You nodded up to your arms. His gaze followed your nod. He looked back at you. "Nah."

------------------------------------------

Reblogs and feedback appreciated! ❤️

[dumbasslesbi2]

God I Hate You ~NSFW (Agatha x Rio) Detective AU

Summary:

Detective Agatha Harkness fucked up, she forgot her and Rio's anniversary. Now Rio's at home waiting at home to confront Agatha.

Notes:

I really needed some smutty hate fucking. I love these two so much, Warning: NSFW, Hate fucking

Agatha had been a detective for a while now but one thing she never had was a good self to work relationship. Tonight was no exception, Agatha had worked herself late into the night, not thinking at all of the time or day. One person did though, Rio Vidal. It was their three year anniversary and Rio had reminded Agatha for the past week about their reservation plans. However, Agatha being Agatha, didn't remember. Leaving Rio sitting at the restaurant alone for an hour. She sat there fuming, after being 3 wine glasses in, she left. Now she's in their house, sitting on the couch waiting for Agatha to come back home. It was about two am when Rio finally heard the door open. Agatha walked in not thinking about what day it could have been. She put all her files on the kitchen table before seeing Rio standing in their living room. At first she was breath taken by how beautiful Rio was before realizing why she was dressed like that. 

“Fuck me” Agatha said, groaning. “Yeah Agatha, fuck you. I sat waiting for you and you never fucking showed. Do I not matter to you anymore?” Rio asked, fuming and ready to year Agatha a part. “No Rio, you matter. It's just- look, work is a lot right now this case can't -" "Agatha I talked to your chief, even he says you're doing too much” Rio interrupted her, not wanting to deal with Agatha's bullshit. “But baby-” “No don't baby me, you fucked up Agatha, bad. I don't want you in my bed tonight “ Rio told her sternly, interrupting her again. “Rio just let me-” “No, I don't care,” Rio said, interrupting her a third time. At this point Agatha was over it and fully pissed. Rio wasn't letting her have a single word. She knew she fucked up but she atleast wanted to explain to Rio why she was fucking up. “Are you fucking done interrupting me” Agatha said in a sarcastic tone. “I don't know, am I Agatha?” Rio asked in a calm tone. “Rio, I get it you're pissed. I fucked up but that doesn't -” “ oh here we go aga-” “ WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LET ME FINISH” Agatha screaming in her low growly voice, interrupting Rio. The both went silent while Agatha walked closer to her. “My love-” “oh don't you-” before Rio could even finish after interrupting Agatha, she was tackled on the couch. 

Agatha was over talking and threw Rio on the couch, putting her hands on her wrists so she couldn't try and get the upper hand on Agatha. “Are you gonna be a good slut and listen or do you wanna keep being a brat” Agatha told her sternly. “Why are you acting like you don't love it when I'm a brat” Rio told her, smiling. Agatha wasn't having it and started nipping and licking Rio’s neck. She didn't want to start moaning but Rio couldn't hold it. Rio was a moaning mess, trying to move her arms to touch Agatha but she couldn't. “Stop moving whore” Agatha said in-between kisses, putting her legs near Rio's crotch. “A-Agatha” Rio started to plead, trying her best to get out of Agatha's grip. “What did I say earlier?” Agatha said, taking herself off of Rio's neck. Agatha didn't like how overdressed Rio was and full on ripped Rio’s dress. “I fucking like that dress” Rio exclaimed after Agatha fully shredded it. “I'll buy you a new one, shut up” Agatha told her, taking off Rios bra. If Rio was already marked up on her neck and chest, it was only getting worse. Agatha marked and kissed all skin she could have possible get her mouth on. “Agatha, please “ Rio pleaded, wanting Agatha to finally fuck her. “Please what, I need words Rio “ Agatha said, getting lower. At this point Agatha was licking and nipping Rio's stomach. She loved how soft her stomach was and the small pooch she had. Since Rio's hands were finally free, she threaded her hands in Agatha's hair and started pushing her down to where she wanted her. Agatha didn't care at this point and was met with Rio's clothed cunt. She started licking and sucking, not removing Rio's panties. 

She wanted to torture her and tease her more. Rio was crying at this point, not having direct contact was killing her. “Agatha please, I need you” Rio pleaded once more, hoping this time Agatha would give her what she wanted. Agatha too was at her limit and moved her panties to the side and plunged three fingers into Rio's pussy. Even then, she wanted Rio to full on have an orgasm so she started sucking her clit as hard as possible. Rio couldn't moan anymore and basically did a silent scream. No sound came out but her mouth was agape, her eyes rolling back. She almost had an instant orgasm from how rough Agatha fucked her. Once Agatha felt Rio jerking under her, she started to slow down her pace, kissing her way back up to Rio. When she reached Rio's face, she brought her fingers up and let Rio suck them. Rio licked and sucked Agatha's fingers until letting go with a pop and passionately kissing Agatha. When they finally separated, Agatha was the first one to break the silence. “I'm sorry��� she whispered, not looking at Rio. “Pull this shit again and I might actually leave you” Rio told her, still trying to catch her breath. “I know, I love you. I'm so sorry my love” Agatha told her with full sincerity in her voice. “You're lucky I love it when we hate fuck” Rio said, giving Agatha a quick kiss on the lips before she got up and went to their bedroom. “You get bed privileges, for now” Rio said once she realized Agatha wasn't following her. “Thank you my love” Agatha said before getting up and following Rio.

[ursa-tan]

Pervert König part 2; he's just constantly trying to get away with staring and touching y/n, to the point where they try to have a quickie on a mission that almost goes wrong? Just an idea-

How kinky can he get?…

König x reader

Requested

Part 1, Part 2

After your little fiasco, he can’t help but try and get his hands on you any chance he gets… it nearly goes badly.

Reader uses callsign blue because I couldn’t think of anything else… I’m writing this at 2:37am where I am, cut me some slack

König has been relentless since you invited him to your room. Wondering hands and eyes becoming ceaseless when he thinks no one is looking. It doesn’t help that you’ve been left alone together, isolated on the roof of a building.

“How copy Blue?” Price’s voice calls through your comms, forcing you to remove one hand from the sniper rifle to answer. It unsteadies the gun slightly, but you manage.

“All clear up here Captain. Target not yet spotted.” Its a standard response that conveys everything anyone would need to know.

“Good. We’re still scouting on the ground, we’ll let you know if we see anything,” Price replies, talking about him and Gaz. Soap and Ghost were off somewhere else, but knowing the Lieutenant, everything would be fine.

“Mein schatz…” König mumbles. He’s laying on his stomach beside you, not paying attention to the gun he seemed so desperate to hold not even that long ago. “You look so pretty laid out like that…”

“Not now, the target could appear at any moment,” you shift slightly, pulling your snipers hood to adjust it. You can’t risk being seen by anyone who doesn’t already know you’re there, the mission is too high stakes.

König elects to ignore your hushed warning, placing his large palm on the back of your thigh. It rests just above your knee. For a moment, you think he’s going to leave it there, but then it starts to slide up your leg.

His gloves catch on the fabric slightly, causing it to bunch and pull as he moves his hands upwards. It’s driving you mad that you can’t push him away - a moment away from the scope could be the difference between making the shot and botching the mission.

“Just let me feel you mein schatz…? Please?” His voice is pathetic as he whispers out the plea. For a man so big, he sounds so small.

“König I can’t mess this shot up,” you growl. Nothing in you wants to tell him to stop but you have to anyway, so you settle for a compromise - or at least it seems that way to you.

“That wasn’t a no~” suddenly, his voice becomes a purr. His hand shifts, gripping the inside of your thigh and sliding up.

It takes him seconds before his fingers are at your core, two of them massaging your cunt through the fabric of your trousers. Everything in you has to fight to stop you from pushing back against him, grinding yourself into his fingers.

“Keep your eyes on the streets mein schatz,” König says, like he wasn’t practically begging for you to let him distract you just moments ago.

“I’m trying,” you hiss out through clenched teeth. He only chuckles in response, massaging your cunt in just the right way.

Barely any time passes before you can feel warmth growing between your legs. Your body is begging for him, to be touched properly, to grind back into his hand and forget about everything else.

Apparently, you don’t have to worry about it, as König is hoisting your hips up the best he can without shifting your head too much. You don’t get a chance to ask him what he’s doing as he reaches underneath you and undoes both your belt and your trousers.

“König I need-” you try in vain to get him to stop, a verbal slap in the wrist wouldn’t stop this man.

“I will be gentle.” Is all you get in response as he works your trousers down your thighs, letting them rest just below your knees. This gives you the chance to drop your hips again, giving you a steadier view down the scope and into the streets.

This peace doesn’t last long, however, as his hands starts groping and caressing your thigh again. He keeps it mid thigh for a moment, indulging in the softness and the warmth of your skin.

Soon enough, his hand is following the same pattern as before, sliding up your bare leg and towards your core. He takes a momentary detour, gripping the fat of your ass in his palm and giving it a firm squeeze. Part of you knew it would’ve been a rather loud slap had it not been for your current location.

Ultimately, König’s hand comes back to rest over your clothed cunt. His hand feels almost unnaturally warm, calloused fingers gently pressing against your warmth. He’s almost mimicking the same pattern he would pulse his fingers at if he were fucking you.

“It is so hard to keep my hands off of you~” König growls, his middle finger finding your clit through your panties. He rubs it, small, slow circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I- I Can tell.” You readjust your rifle, shouldering it slightly differently. It’s a desperate, failed, attempt at distracting yourself from König’s ministrations.

“Shhh, concentrate,” he chuckles lowly, almost to himself. It feels like he’s making fun of you as he does.

You don’t get a chance to respond though, as König presses down on your clit in just the right way. Your body jumps slightly, tensing in pleasure for just a second before you relax again.

As much as you try to fight it down, anger bubbles up inside you. They couldn’t been the difference between making the shit and botching the mission.

“König I—” your body jolts again, this time with the sensation of the crotch of your panties being pulled aside.

König’s now ungloved fingers are pressing against your slick cunt. He slides them back and forth through your slick, gathering it up on his first and middle finger. You know exactly what he’s going to do and you don’t have the heart - or the chance - to stop him.

His fingers are slipping inside you before you can say anything. They slide in to the knuckle, completely buried inside you. Everything about him is so massive that even just a couple of his fingers provide you with an amazing stretch.

König only gives you a few seconds before she starts to curl his fingers into your sponges sweet spot. They’re slow, deliberate, *teasing* curls that are already causing heat to flood to your core.

It’s such a delicious feeling that you eyes start to unfocus . Pleasure starts to trickle through your body, staring at your stuffed cunt and spreading outwards. It’s a sensation that causes the rope in your belly to tighten a lot faster than you thought it would.

“König I’m… Fuck…” is the only words you can mumble out while still looking down your sniper’s scope.

“Don’t worry, cum for me~” König purrs, fingers continuing to work the same, perfect rhythm.

“Target in sight. Take the shot Blue.” Price’s voice suddenly crackles through your headphones just as you feel yourself reaching your peak.

“Yes… sir…” it takes everything in you not to stutter. König’s continued movements don’t help, but but some miracle, you take the shot and eliminate the target.

What you don’t realise is that König has not only stopped but also pulled his fingers out. The stress of the situation holds you from noticing until he’s pulling your trousers back up and you realise that you never came while he was finger fucking you.

“What? That’s not fair!” You whisper shout, already staring to move towards the exit.

“I was distracting you mein schatz, you said you needed to be concentrating.”

“…fuck.”

[th3tism]

BIIIIIG SOLDIER SIZE DIFFRENCE X READER NSFW PLEASE PLEASE PLEAE I NEED HIM TO BREAK ALL MY BONES FROM A SINGLE BACKSHOT AND CALL ME HIS LITTLE MAGGOT PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏

im fine btw :3

I'm getting you therapy :)

He- 🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱 ow 🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱 ow stop🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱 FUCKING STOP! 🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱 STOP THROWING BRICKS AT M- 🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱 FUCK! OW!🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱🧱

Soldier x short reader NSFW

Oh his ass is NOT gentle

He doesn't care how small you are, if he's hard he's gonna break your fucking back

He doesn't care that he can literally hold your waist with one hand, he's making sure that you can barely walk when he's done with you

He honestly loves the fact he can hold you with one hand as he pounds your ass into oblivion

And dw, he'll be calling you his little maggot bear the entire time 🤭

Btw I found something YOU, dear skrunckled idiot, might like

https://x.com/sindenbarks/status/1786819105116361026/photo/1

This is obviously NSFW and it's not mine