#SHE'S SWEATING RIGHT NOW. ANON. PLEASE. MERCY

[brutestrcngth]

okay? if youre not being ordered by others to kill then do you kill by your own volition or

I DON'T KILL?? I'M A GYM TEACHER!!!

[hardstraykidshours]

Can I make a request?👉🏻👈🏻🥺

Y/N wakes up from a wet dream needy af but Minho isn’t next to her (he’s in the bathroom or something) and she nearly starts crying from frustration before he comes back. Make it absolute filth thank you

anon. anon please have mercy on me. i am mere mortal. this idea had my head spinningggggggggg wowowwowowwow! wet dreams about minho???? wowie zowie.

i hope you like it - i've never written anything quite like this before so i hope i did your wonderful idea justice with the level of filth requested.

❤️ courtney & abbie

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pairing: minho x afab!reader

genre: smut smut smut, 18+ (minors dni)

length: 2.0k

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, wet dream, dom!minho, sub!reader, masturbation (f), sex toys, choking, teasing, praise, pet names, unprotected sex (please wrap before you tap), afab reader, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

you wake up with heavy breath, a sheen of sweat covering your skin as your eyes quickly blink awake. you stir and feel the noticeable wetness between your legs. needless to say you had a pretty intense sex dream about minho last night. your mind was still reeling at all of the things you imagined, the things he's done to you, the things you need him to do to you. you rub your thighs together to relieve the ache in your core.

as you turn over to glance at minho's side of the bed, you realize he isn't there. that's when you notice the dim glow of the bathroom light shining under the bathroom door as the water to the shower turns on. minho has a really busy day ahead of him, so even though you crave him desperately right now, you know he needs to head to work early, and you don't want to distract him. but the feeling between your legs is proving more and more difficult to ignore.

'well it's nothing I can't take care of myself I guess, i've got some time while he's in the shower anyways,' you think to yourself as you pull your panties down to allow yourself access.

dipping your hand underneath the blankets, you rub your fingers through your dripping folds. you honestly shock yourself with how wet your are, that dream about minho worked you up more than you thought. you throw your head back slightly as you lightly graze over your clit. you reach into the nightstand and pull out your vibrator, clicking it on before gently pushing it inside your aching pussy. you're careful to not moan too loudly so minho won't hear. you usually only masturbate when minho isn't home because if you're both needy, you just have sex, so there was something a little embarrassing about doing so while he's in the other room, which is why you're careful to not cause too much of a ruckus.

even though you're as horny as you are right now, you need more, the things you're doing just aren't enough. you feel like you're concentrating on this so hard, and the fact that this isn't even scratching the itch could make you cry from sexual frustration. growing more impatient, you try and focus even harder, which is why you don't even notice the shower turned off quite some time ago. it isn't until minho opens the door from the bathroom that you're snapped back to reality from your haze of frustration, and you realize the situation at hand.

minho stares blankly at you, hair still damp from the shower and wearing only a pair of sweats. you meet his gaze sheepishly. if your hand underneath the covers wasn't enough obvious enough, the flush on your cheeks and the gentle buzz of your vibrator make it all the more clear as to what's going on. you don't think you've ever turned off a toy faster in your life, immediately discarding it onto the bed next you as you scramble to sit upwards in the bed.

"um hi, i can, i can explain," you stammer.

"i mean it was pretty clear you were masturbating," he states matter of factly, his expression increasingly difficult to read.

"i just, i had a dream about you, and i just needing to get some...stuff out my system. and i know you're so busy today that i didn't want you to run late for work or anything just to fuck me, so i thought, i thought i could just fix the problem myself," you rush to explain the situation to him, face growing hot in the process.

"did you?" he asks.

"did i what?" you respond, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"did you fix the problem yourself?" he clarifies, eyes growing dark with lust.

"oh," you begin, finding it hard to meet his gaze. "um...no. no i didn't. no matter how hard i focused, it was like my body knew it wasn't what i really wanted, so i couldn't get there. it was honestly frustrating."

he slowly crosses the room to you until he's standing at the foot of the bed. "maybe you weren't doing it right."

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion once again, trying to understand what he means.

"show me what you were doing, princess. show me how you were touching yourself," he states, voice surprisingly calm for such a request. "then we can see how we might fix your little problem."

"min, what about work?" you inquire.

"work can wait, this is important," he responds.

your heart beats so fast you think it'll pound out of your chest, cheeks growing redder by the second. obviously minho has seen you in every way possible before, but something about him watching you touch yourself has your blood pumping.

you slowly pull the blankets off of your body, revealing your naked lower half. reaching over, you timidly grab the vibrator and turn it on, immediately continuing your motions as you previously were but much more sheepishly.

"that's it, princess," minho coos, his gaze hot on your skin as his stares at your hand between your legs. "tell me what you dreamt about."

he doesn't miss the way the command makes your pussy clench around the toy. you swallow deeply, trying to find the confidence for such admissions.

"dreamt about you, min," you begin between deep breaths and light moans. "about you inside me, filling me up so good like you always do. about your fingers playing with me. about your pretty hand around my throat."

his dick is getting harder by the second, and you see an obvious bulge forming in his sweatpants.

"you dreamt about all that, baby? you wanted me that bad?" he taunts seductively.

"so bad," you pant.

"wanted me so bad you couldn't wait. you just had to touch your pretty little pussy without me," he shakes his head in fake disappointment. you feel your walls clench around the vibrator again as his words skate across your skin, causing goosebumps to form. "well, from what I can tell, you certainly know how to touch yourself. so i wonder what we could possibly do to fix your problem..."

"min," you whimper.

"yes, princess?" he coos as he crawls on the bed towards you until he's hovering over you.

"please," you beg. "you. you could fix my problem."

"i agree," he states before placing a long kiss on your lips.

he slowly reaches down between your bodies and takes the vibrator from your hand before he starts to pump it in and out of you, pushing it to far inside that his fingers brush across your entrance.

"so wet," he moans against your skin as he presses his lips on your neck. "you really did get all hot and bothered."

he pulls the vibrator out and places it against your clit, causing you to arch your back off the bed as you mewl. he lifts himself upwards slightly so he can look you. he gently places his free hand around your throat.

"this is what you dreamt about?" he asks. you nod rapidly.

he squeezes the pressure points on your neck ever so slightly, never stopping his work with the vibrator against your clit. you moan, the whole sensation has you seeing stars.

"min," is all you manage to get out.

"you like that? i'm making all your dreams come true," he smiles devilishly, drinking in the sight of you slowly coming undone beneath him.

"need you," you finally moan out.

"you've got me, princess," he responds with a kiss to your temple as he lowers his hand from your throat to brace himself above you again.

"need you inside," you clarify.

he sets the vibrator to the side and climbs off the bed to rid himself of his sweats and underwear before settling between your legs again. he rubs his cock through your folds, coating himself with your juices.

"fuck," he moans under his breath. your fingers dig into his shoulder for support.

"ready?" he asks.

"ready," you affirm as he places a soft kiss on your cheek.

he places his tip at your entrance, teasing you as he pushes in ever so slightly only to pull out again.

you playfully glare at him. "min, please, now is not the time for games."

"sorry, you know i love to tease a little," he says with a giggle before kissing your jaw. he leans in closer to your ear. "i especially love to tease after you decided to play with your pussy by yourself, after denying me that pleasure."

he slowly pushes into you as he finishes his sentence, stretching you out in all the right ways. you both hiss as he bottoms out. he takes a second to let you get adjusted to him. after the appropriate amount of time, he finally starts to pump in and out of you. the wetness from all of your arousal and pent up sexual frustration makes it easy for him to slide within you.

"shit, baby, you feel so good. squeezing my cock so good," he grunts between jagged breath. his compliment makes your walls clench around him.

he continues to grind into you, hips connecting each time as he thrusts deeply. eventually he sits up his knees and pulls your hips toward him to tilt you upwards as he continues to thrust into you. the new angle makes you feel him so much deeper, making you feel impossibly full. he grabs the vibrator, turns it on, and places it right on your clit as he continues his motions inside you as he hits that sweet spot inside your cunt. all the new sensations cause you to feel that all to familiar knot building in your core.

"just like that. so close," you mumble between moans.

"cum for me, princess. show me how much you needed me after that little dream of yours," he commands.

your legs begin to shake as your orgasm comes barreling over you. throwing your head back against the pillow, you moan his name like a mantra as your walls clench and relax around him. watching your pleasure wash over you and feeling your cunt squeezing his cock sends minho to his release. moans and grunts are the only things slipping past his lips as hips stutter against you as he cums deep inside you.

he pulls out and collapses from exhaustion onto the bed next you. he notices some of his cum leaking out of you, and he's quick to use his fingers to shove it back inside you, making you gasp at the sudden contact against your overstimulated pussy.

"i'll let you keep that for later to tide you over until I get home," he whispers in your ear, breath dancing across your skin.

you and minho lay there for a moment catching your breath and recollecting your thoughts.

"you know," he finally begins, the tips of his ears turning red. "if you ever have dreams like that, you can always tell me. it's hot knowing that you dream about me like that. and I can tell you when I have dreams about you too."

"i know," you say sheepishly. "i normally would have but your schedule is so busy and i just needed some relief, so i really thought i could just finish things off myself really fast."

"i appreciate that. and i by no means want to prevent you from having some self care," he says. "but if i'm home and we're both horny, please tell me. believe me, i will always make room in my schedule to fuck you."

"thank you," you reply with a laugh. "same here."

his ears grow red again.

"anyways, i love you so much, but i guess i should go to work," he says with a sigh as he gets up from the bed.

"i love you," you say as he leans down to kiss you. "have a good day."

"you too. maybe you should take a nap today, have another dream about me. i wanna hear more of your fantasies when I get home, princess," he says with a playful wink.

[divinegrey]

𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 / 𝐯𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

this one is angsty, everyone! do take care in reading it. listened to work song by hozier while writing this.

prompt: Viper x reader where reader dies in her arms? Really angsty please [requested by anon]

words: 1500

warnings: character death, violence, blood, angst with no comfort

There are a thousand other places you would’ve preferred to be in this instance; not a place where the sun is boiling the sands beneath your boots and where sweat clings uncomfortably to your neck, the hairs sticking and your face smeared with blood from the fight. 

You slam a loaded clip into your Vandal, twisting your body to peek the corner. You blink through the dust in your eyes, pulling the trigger at a boom bot that comes crawling down the corner. 

First mistake. 

It explodes when a few bullets hit it, and out of your peripherals, you see a paint grenade bouncing off the wall and arcing over your head, landing behind you. Within an instant it detonates, forcing you out of your cover. 

You leap to the slide, sliding on your knees and sending a hail mary of bullets out to the opposite end of the corridor, the sun burning on your skin and the stench of chemicals from Raze’s grenade filling your nostrils. It’s a smell you’d wish upon no one. 

You see the enemy agent peek out and before you can switch to cover behind the other wall in the junction, you hear words that send your skin crawling. 

“You want to play? Let’s play.” 

Shit. 

You pull the trigger on your gun, spraying bullets until your clip is empty. Bullets come back in return, a blind fire with no discernable direction or place. 

Cover fire.

Fuck!

BOOM!

The sound rips through your ears before the pain does. You throw yourself to the side, blood spattering onto the sand beneath you. You fall onto your side, pressing your back to the brick wall and looking down at your stomach. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whisper, staring at the hole torn straight through your armor and into your chest, just barely a few inches off of your heart. Blood spurts from the wound and it is now that you feel fear paralyzing your body whole. Your gun is dropped to the side and you— why can’t you feel your fingers?

“Walling off B long!” The mercy of Viper’s voice filling your intercoms is enough to snap you from your haze, turning your head to the side. You blink through the sunlight that bears down on you, eyes seeking out the woman before you can lose control of your voice. 

“Viper!” You call out, followed by a grunt of pain when you try to breathe. Liquid fills your mouth, metallic with the taste of blood. Quick footsteps, and then the sand is shifting in front of you, your face shaded by the only woman you’d ever want to see in a moment like this. You exhale, “Hi.” 

“Hi,” Sabine says, pulling down her mask. Her eyes drop to the wound in your chest, where blood trickles like a river out of the hole and down your stomach. “Y/N?” 

“It’s bad, isn’t it?” 

Viper’s head snaps to the side. She raises her operator, looking down the scope for hardly a second before pulling the trigger once. The sound rings in your ears, and you watch as she pulls the bolt to snap the next bullet into place. She pulls the trigger again, then speaks into comms— “Enemy Raze and Chamber neutralized, proceed to site!” 

She puts the gun down next to you, cupping your face. “Look at me.” 

Even that becomes a struggle, the edges of your vision sparkling with light and black dots creeping in from the corners. You’d make a joke about Fade putting her nightmares on you, but the look on Viper’s face gives you pause— she looks scared. 

She… she’s never scared. No, that can't be right. 

You grab onto her wrist. “I— I can’t feel my feet.”

“Focus on my face— fuck— Brimstone, I need an immediate evacuation!” Viper shouts into her comms, and through the feed, you hear static. But you’re determined, so you trace the sharp jaw of Viper’s face, wishing you could touch it. Viper lets out a curse, loud and sharp. “Vulture, I need you on site as soon as possible for evac, we’ve got one severely wounded!”

Leaning forward, you grab the ghost off of Viper’s thigh, shifting the grip in your hands. You raise to the side, staring down the hallway adjacent to B long. You barely hesitate as you pull the trigger twice, the bullets tapping into the head of the enemy Sova. He crumples to the ground, and the gun falls out of your hand as you slump into Viper’s shoulder. 

Weakly, you say, “I got your six.” 

“No, Y/N, look at me,” Viper cradles the back of your head, bringing it back so she can stare into your eyes. “Look at me, just keep breathing, okay? The Vulture is coming, you’re going to be okay.” 

Her words sound like they’re being spoken through cotton shoved into your ears. There’s an unpleasant fuzziness you feel in your feet, stretching up your calves until it starts in your hands. Even if you’d wanted to, your arms refuse to move, and you find yourself yearning to cup Viper’s face and tell her all the things you wanted to tell her but never could. 

Viper rips a strip of fabric from your pants, balling it up in her fingers and shoving it into the wound in your chest, much to your displeasure. A strained groan tears out of your mouth, blood dribbling down your chin and onto Viper’s suit. 

You feel yourself being laid on your side— on the ground? No, too soft. Viper’s lap. Yes, that’s right, you can see her right above you, the sun behind her head and making it appear as though she has a halo. A gilded crown of sunlight, and you can’t help but think how apt it is for her.

“Sabine,” you whisper, her true name coming unfiltered from your lips. “It really hurts.” 

“I know, I know, it’s okay. The Vulture is almost here, I just need you to hang on,” Sabine says, holding your cheek. Are those… tears?

“Don’t cry,” you croak. “It was a stupid mistake. Never peek at an op.” 

Sabine shakes her head, refusing the words, like they’ve scorned her. “It wasn’t stupid.” 

A shuddering exhale comes out of your mouth, laced with pain. You raise your hand to her weakly, and she slides her palm into yours, bringing it to your chest. 

“You’re so beautiful,” you say, managing a small smile, as painful as it is. To think that death is so near, that the Reaper is standing behind you at this moment, but you’re clinging to a woman who has unknowingly brought you so much light into your life. You have the hope that Sabine’s light will banish the darkness and keep you safe, but you know that mortals can’t play games with Fate. 

Whatever did you do to Fate to deserve this, though?

“Don’t.” Sabine’s voice is sharp, but thick with unspoken emotion that clogs at her throat. “Don’t talk like this.” 

“I love you.” The admission comes with tears that slide down your face, tear tracks evident among the dust and sand that clings to your face. Sabine exhales as though the very words have brought her agony to hear, but you have no regrets. “Please— please don’t put this on—” a cough interrupts your sentence, blood bubbling up your throat. “Don’t blame yourself, Sabine.” 

“No, no, please, don’t do this,” Sabine says, and the crack of her voice is enough to make the pain in your body hurt tenfold. Her hand grips tightly, despite the lack of control you have over your own. “Y/N, please, just a little longer.” 

“I love you,” you say again. “I’m sorry—” you turn your head to the side, spitting out the blood. Looking at Sabine again, you finish your sentence. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it sooner.” 

Sabine leans down and you barely have enough feeling left in your body to recognize her lips on yours. It’s bittersweet; a kiss sealed in blood. 

“Don’t go. Please.” Sabine is begging, and you wish you could give it to her. You’d give her everything if you could. “I love you, don't go, please.”

A smile graces your face. You bring your conjoined hands down to your lips, pressing a bloody kiss to her glove before holding her hand over your heart. 

“You’ll always have this,” you whisper, blackness swarming into your eyes. Sabine holds your head gently with her hand, sobs shaking through her body, though you don’t hear them.

You don’t hear much anymore, and your eyes fail you, blurriness taking over what little you still can see. 

But you have enough left in you to squeeze Sabine’s hand before the Reaper wraps his garb around your shoulders and guides you away, sinking into the abyss. 

At long last…

Peace. 

~~~~~ A/N: who wants a snack?

[foodieforthoughts]

Imagine Henry coming back home sexually frustrated because he shot a sex scene that day and all he could think about was you

Oooffff this was interesting to write! Thank you anon bean for the request. It turned out to be longer than I expected 👀😅

Warning: 18+, smut, fingering, slight bondage, male!dom, fem!sub, minor role-playing, vaginal penetration, foul language

A/N: I had so much fun writing all the requests but they are now closed. I have a lot on my plate right now and I don't want to disappoint with mediocre work. Thank you to everyone who has been sending me requests and reading my work, I love you all. The pending ones will be answered soon. 😊♥️

Title: Hello, Sailor

You were singing to yourself while taking a shower completely oblivious to the other occupant of the house sneaking into the bedroom. You nearly shrieked when you stepped out of the bathroom to find Henry sitting on the edge of the bed. Your husband had a tight lipped smile on his face, dressed in all white with a sailor's cap perched on his head.

"Well, hello, sailor." You wrapped the towel over your body. Droplets of water dripping from your hair and travelling down your arms; Henry's gaze following the trail of hydrous beads with his smile turning into a leer. "You weren't suppose to be home yet."

With a smirk Henry stood up, bringing his eyes to refocus on your face. "Yeah, I excused myself."

Extending his arm to grab onto yours, Henry pulled you to him in one swift move. You yelped when you crashed against his hard chest, your arms flailing to grab onto his strong biceps for support. You gasped as Henry's hardening bulge rubbed against your abdomen.

"What's gotten into you?" You asked, puzzled but also slightly aroused by his dominion.

Licking his lips slowly while his lustful gaze bore into you, Henry pulled the towel loose from your body. The fluffy piece of cloth fell down on the carpeted floor, pooling in a heap on your feet.

"I had to shoot a sex scene today." He grazed his nimble fingers over your skin, running his hand down your arm. "And all I could keep thinking about was you."

"I'm flattered." You tried to pull away but Henry held you tighter against him, his hand squeezing your butt while the other travelled down to rest under your breast. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan when Henry ran his thumb over your exposed nipple.

"Do you want to tell me how the scene progressed?" You breathed, your chest heaving as your pulse drummed in your ears, tingling moisture beginning to pool between your thighs.

"Better yet, I'll show you." Henry offered and before you could squeak out a word, he turned you around and pushed you down on the bed. You fell on the soft mattress, your thighs held apart by Henry's wide frame crawling in between them. His eyes darkened with lust, pupils blown wide as he climbed on top of you.

Your eyes fluttered close when he kissed his way up from your waist, leaving lingering impressions of his lips and sucking on the juncture of your neck, making you buck your hips to gain friction where it was needed. He brought your hands up over your head, holding them by the wrist until you felt the coarse nylon texture of the binds digging into your skin.

"What the-" You opened your eyes in surprise and craned your neck to see that Henry had indeed tied your hands with a rope. You tugged at the restraining line, listening to the faint sound of the bed post creaking with your force. Bringing your gaze back to your husband who had climbed off the bed and was hurriedly discarding his clothes, you stared at him waiting for an explanation.

"What sort of movie are you filming? Sailor porn?"

Henry chuckled, pulling the last piece of clothing down, freeing his cock which stood erect and proud. You gulped, momentarily mesmerized by the thickness even though it wasn't your first time seeing it, wondering how did your body accommodate his massive size.

"I improvised, I'm an actor. There were no ropes." Lying on top of you, caging your body with his legs on either side, Henry brought his face close to yours. You could feel the warmth of his breath, taking in the intoxicating scent of his masculinity, awakening your inclination to be controlled and destroyed. You were about to speak when he placed his hand over your mouth, stopping you from saying something witty in response. "She didn't speak. Can you follow that?" Henry questioned, his voice dropping down an octave, the husky undertone spreading sparks of electricity throughout your body.

You nodded, wriggling under him to pull his attention to your aching center. His heavy cock rested on your abdomen, veiny topography of his phallus rubbing against the sensitive skin of your belly. Your drenched hair was beginning to soak the bedsheet, making you shiver under the dampness although it might have not been the only reason why your arms were now covered with goosebumps.

Taking his hand off your mouth, Henry wiped his thumb over your parted lips, nudging it inside your warm cavern. You gladly sucked at his digit, moaning as he twisted it inside your mouth, running your tongue over his finger. Your thighs clenched when his other hand rubbed at the outside of your thigh, making it's way to your mound. Henry kissed his way down from your neck, stopping to suckle at the top of your breasts, marking you as his. You whimpered as he spread your legs apart, bringing his fingers to tease your dripping folds, rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves.

You were completely at his mercy, trying to pull at the restrains, wanting to touch him. Sucking in a ragged breath, you closed your eyes as at the same time Henry took your aching nipple in his mouth and inserted a long finger inside your cunt. Your toes curled, gasps leaving your lips when he flicked your clit with his thumb, adding another finger to stretch your pussy.

"Henry," you moaned his name, jerking up when he nipped at your nipple. "Oh God." You repeatedly called out, feeling the coiling at the pit of your belly as his fingers curled inside you, rubbing against the erogenous spot over and over again.

You gasped for air, taking in shallow breaths, as your heart raced in your chest. Henry placed his hand over your cheeks, caressing your skin while performing exploitative ministrations over your body. You strained against the ropes, rutting your pelvis against his hand as your orgasm ripped through your body like a thunder strike.

You were trying to regain your breath, think above the haze in your mind and get your thumping heart to calm down, when Henry unceremoniously flipped you over on your belly. The rope dug into your wrist but you were busy trying to make sense of what was happening when Henry pulled you up on your knees, jutting your ass in the air and positioned himself behind you, lining the tip of his cock at your entrance.

"Henry," you tried to look behind at him, but the cord and his large hands holding your waist bound you to your place. "Please-" You couldn't even complete the sentence as Henry plunged his throbbing cock inside your welcoming cunt, thrusting until you were stretched and his bulbous head rubbed at the apex of your womb. He bottomed out inside you, giving you no time to adjust to his size as he pulled out before ramming back in.

"Are you loving that?" He rasped near your ear, bringing his hand to rest under your jaw and turning you face to look upwards. "Exactly like I fucked the wench in that scene."

"Fuck, Henry." You cried, the sensations and the situation overpowering you. You pushed against his hip as the familiar coiling in your belly returned, ready to snap as he hammered his way to reach his high. Your eyes widened when his hand snaked its way to your clit, circling the nub and pushing you to your imminent climax. With quivering thighs and a scream, you came over his dick grabbing onto the rope as tidal waves of ecstasy washed over you. With a loud groan, Henry dug his fingers in your skin, shooting his thick warm seed inside you, continually saying your name as the remnant of his load emptied within you.

Struggling to catch your breath, both of you laid on the soaked mattress, with sweat slicked skin and trembling muscles. Henry kissed your back as he rolled over you, lying on the bed and looking up at the ceiling.

"Wow! That was something, wasn't it?" He asked between gulps of breaths.

Turning your head to look at him, you nodded. "Exactly how many sex scenes does this movie have?" You teased, weakly nudging him with your knee.

"A couple more I guess." He winked back, lying on his side to face you.

"Next time maybe a heads up?" You quirked an eyebrow at him, mischievous grin on your face. "Never thought I would pitch in the idea of role play and the universe would grant me with a sailor sex scene."

Sitting up and untying your hands, Henry chuckled. "Actually, my character is about to become the Captain soon."

"Oh mama. Drop your anchor in my lagoon again, Captain." You laughed as Henry shook his head and snorted as you continued throwing horrendously funny pick up lines one after the other before pulling you towards the bathroom for a warm shower.

[4dtk]

a sweet bet (jaehyun)

anon: “Hey can I request innocent school boy Jaehyun with freaky bad girl y/n smut?:)” thx for requesting anon! both jae and y/n are the same age, although are around university ages. you can take it in a way that y/n takes up the dom (altho… she’s not so mean) role in this!

fem pronouns. thank u for the challenge! i don’t write fem doms that often so this was interesting to try out :)

content warnings: a bit of fem dom, sub!jaehyun, vaginal penetration, breeding (I'll never let this damn kink go), implications of pegging/strap-on, praise, like one mention of "brat"

NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI!

“aw, aren’t you such a darling?” you cooed, backing jaehyun up against the door of the classroom as his head covers most of the window on the door. you peak just over his locks to look at the dwindling number of students, most of them heading to class.

“(y/n)-ssi, i-i don’t think we should be doing this-“ jaehyun gasps when you invade his space, nose an inch from the other as his eyes struggle to focus on something.

“so now you’re backing down?” you tilt your head, challenging him. “not when your friends were betting on whether you could even get within a metre of me?”

“y’know… i don’t mind being used for bets or anything, but when someone accepts it like a champ, i expect them to carry it out like one.”

jaehyun sucks in a breath when your arm snakes around his waist, pulling his hips off the comfort of the door. you can tell he’s enjoying it even if his words say otherwise, hips pushing up to get any form of friction for his growing erection.

“proximity wasn’t your bet, right? you just wanted a piece of this pussy, huh?” jaehyun reacts strongly to your use of such a lewd word, swallowing on nothing and making the mistake of dropping his eyes to your lower half.

he timidly nods, breaths coming out short that all he can focus on is your body heat and the words of his friends resonating in his mind. he was happy to take a chance with the popular chick he shared the english literature major with, already envisioning good money that one of his richer friends promised.

why’d they pick you of all people? he wondered why he even said yes when you so clearly had no problem pinning him down. at least the other chick would take her time and beg to be fucked, presenting him with no problem since he’s had a bit of… knowledge from porn.

now, all jaehyun could compare himself to was prey caught in an unfortunate position by its predator. hell, forget about fucking anyone dumb, if anything, he was the one at your mercy.

“you want this, jeong jaehyun?” you ask nonchalantly, eyes already filled with lust at how easily he obeyed to your movements. a widen of his eyes, a bite of his underlip and a curt nod.

you smiled, “good.”

the next minutes were blurry, clouded by hot breaths and wandering hands. your lips moved against jaehyun’s like a sin, tongue slipping into the others’ mouth while he deepens the kiss as much as he can. you can feel his dick on your thighs; he’s rutting against it like a bitch, hesitant hands travelling over your body as it settles over your breasts.

“you’re a good boy, aren’t you? you don’t need to ask for permission.”

with your arms, you’re flipping the two of you over so you’re concealed from the prying eyes of curious students while jaehyun adapts to the new position. he wastes no time to draw your shirt up and bra down, latching his mouth onto your nipples and swirls them around his tongue.

you hum, palming his hardening cock that has his efforts interrupted by the needy moans he lets out. you struggle to hold your own too, his tongue sucking effortlessly while bucking into your hand. it makes you wet, soaking your underwear that you have such a cute boy at your disposal.

you waste no time to push him down to his knees once he’s done, his big doe eyes staring up at you as his hands linger at the waistband of your pants.

“go on,” you mumble breathlessly, sighing in relief when your underwear separates itself from your leaking cunt in a string of arousal, not missing the surprised noise that the other makes. it’s adorable, the way he experimentally places a finger against your slit, rubbing at it like it’s his first time. you shiver when he slips a finger in, holding onto his shoulders while you lean forward at the immense pleasure.

he could call it his first time, although i’ve definitely done it before, god! i’ve practiced making love to my pillow before finding out who was in it for the bet, he thinks. the ‘done it before’ in question only involved pillows and fleshlights, however, but god, nothing compares to the real thing. nothing compares when he can feel you react to his ministrations, thighs shaking at the way your pussy sucks in his slender finger.

“such a g..good boy- ah! can you go faster for me, jaehyun?” you cover your mouth as fast as you can to muffle your moans, grinding down on a single finger that has your face scrunched up in pleasure. he obeys immediately with a flush to his cheeks, pumping his digit at a speed even you couldn’t go at yourself. you let out a gasp when he inserts a second one without warning.

“shit- fuck!” you mewl when his fingers brush up against your clit, observing that his fingers disappearing and reappearing into you makes for an extremely appealing sight. it seems that jaehyun has the same thought, using his free hand to rub his cock that’s forming a tent in his pants. it’s painful, you can tell by the furrow of his brows, but it only fuels the knot in your stomach further.

it’s so appealing that you cum on the spot in a silent scream. your hips have a mind of their own, riding out the orgasm with quickness as your mouth spews profanities and murmurs of jaehyun’s name.

your head hits the wall in a loud thunk, breath heavy from the satisfying climax.

“you did so well, baby. need my help?”

the other’s frantic nods only makes your smile widen, gesturing for him to stand up before your hands reach forward to peel off his pants and soaked briefs. you turn him around, back against your chest when your hand reaches round to wrap around his shaft.

the immediate obscene sounds fill the room, cock hard and wet with pre-cum that jaehyun quivers at the cold air on his dick and your hasty hand that’s stroking him.

jaehyun is thrashing around in your arms, tears threatening to leak from his eyes when you swipe your thumb over his tip. his cries fill your ears like music and you can feel the crystal clear sensation of his hair digging into neck as well as the juices seeping from your pussy.

“(y/n)-ssi- hah… faster please! faster, faster!” he whimpers, head thrown back onto your shoulder. he’s moving against your hand, desperate to chase his high with mouth parted open and eyes closed, he’s there, he’s there, he feels it.

and then you stop. he whines, hips moving on their own accord to feel everything, anything.

“ah, ah, no- stop that.”

you’re turning jaehyun over again, revelling in his full length that you don’t notice his crimson cheeks and messy hair. his forehead is dotted with sweat and he manages out a cute little plea that has you humming.

“are you gonna fuck me good, now, baby?” you pout, drawing a finger down his neck, to his torso and finally resting on his cock.

the shaky breath that jaehyun releases makes you smirk, twitching from the minimal pressure you’ve used. he nods a second later, licking his lips at the dryness that’s taken over them.

“hah… t-that’s it, baby. oh my god, you’re so big…” you moan when he enters you slowly, relishing in the way your soaked cunt provides some lube as the other groans into your shoulder. your bodies are pressed up together with no space in between, the heat of your pussy already causing him to move his hips needily.

“fuck me with all you got, brat,” you spit out, prompting a particularly harsh thrust that has you jerking forward with eyes shut tight.

for someone so shy, jaehyun’s thrusts hit the spot just right, reaching so deep inside of you that you’re hunched over his person. the groans he’s making out only increases your arousal, and combined with the rush of getting caught, it was almost divine how good he’s fucking you.

it’s so divine that you forget that jaehyun was freezing up under your touch earlier, that you forget you’re supposed to be edging him with your words and hands.

“am i doing good, (y/n)-ssi?” the innocence laced within his voice ignites something inside of you, nodding incoherently that you have to give a few seconds before getting your words out.

“mhm- hm- you’re fucking me so good that i can’t even talk, baby. i think that’s- f..fuck- enough proof for you- ah!”

jaehyun basically preens at the praise, burying his face into your neck with the gentleness of a feather while his hips piston in and out of you contrastingly. the squelching noises fill the room like no other, echoing in the classroom that stretches at least two stories, and you’re so tempted to let your whimpers break free, wanting to hear it in the same space that jaehyun’s fucking you in.

“(y/n)-ssi! (y/n)-ssi, oh fuck, baby-“ the pet name slips from his mouth, his movements consisted more of chasing his orgasm rather than pleasing you, but you don’t mind with the way his breaths hit your neck and your sweat mingles with his. you’re grasping onto his shoulders you hard you’re convinced you’re going to dislocate them.

“more, more, more- i want more, (y/n)-ssi,” jaehyun choked out, fisting at your nipples in between his index and thumb. you tremble at the contact, but your hands don’t show it when you brush away the hair that’s stuck to his forehead. his eyes and nose are red, drool falling from the corners of his mouth.

“you’re doing so good, angel.” he moans with the compliment, tears now fully falling as his eyes screw shut at the way you’re clenching around his cock and the way that his balls slap against your cunt lewdly.

“‘m close, (y/n)! mmhhn-!” he doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence before he’s cumming deep in you, filling you up with his seed. you don’t miss the way his cock throbs inside of you as his cum continues to leak from his cock. in a second, jaehyun fucks the cum back into you, knowing you haven’t came for the second time.

“make me cum like a good boy, jaehyun,” you pant out, playing with your clit as his thrusts become sloppy yet again. he’s cumming again?

you get your answer when you feel another rush of white hot cum stuffed deep into your pussy, filling you to the brim while you reach your own orgasm. your lips let out little pants, while your eyes are fixated on the way jaehyun’s pupils dilate. it’s not long before he pulls out, your juices mixing with his seed which spills out like a bottle without a lid.

it flows down your thighs uncomfortably, but you swipe it up with a finger lingering at the edge of his lips. the other takes your digit with compliance, making a mess and slurping and slobbering all over. it sparks endless ideas in your mind.

“mhm… maybe next time i’ll let you suck on my cock, huh? then i’d fuck you dumb like what you just did to me. whatd’ya say?” the sheepish smile jaehyun gives is all the confirmation you need, even more determined to ruin him silly when he takes two more fingers into his mouth.

he would just have to collect that bet money a hundred times over, because you’d definitely fuck him that many times.

[bitchkay]

Roy in bondage and blindfolded. He's completely at your mercy, and all he can do is beg you to fuck him after teasing him to almost no end. That's it. Go crazy, go stupid

Anon you're flirting with me😍😍

Listen-

No cus why was I literally just thinking about how Roy looks like such a slut in the 2nd Anniversary art--

LISTEN-

The face card is definitely giving 'roy you notti notti boi😏'

One of those things where you're like 'yea his arch game stupid😌'

There was one event epilogue(?) where mc was "going down on him" not actually going down on him but kissing down his body in a way that made you think shorty was gonna suck dick but like cod writers hate cock apparently and never let mc suck dick- ANYWAY she was going down on him Roy was out here moaning and shit, I think he begged at one point and the way Roy was acting was like ouu boy I just know you submissive😏😏 you just had to be there man

Roy almost reaches Fenn level horny honestly

He been acting mad horny lately🤨

ANYWAY- tying Roy up???? That's some fruit for thought👀

Yall know how I feel about dominating men so whew am I all for it

And Roy is absolutely whipped for you, you think he wouldn't also agree???

Roy liking this more than you

Roy wants you to want him. Roy wants you to be obsessed with him so when you take the reigns in any context hes reeling

Now Roy being a submissive little bitch, that teasing glint in his eyes is no where to be found replaced by a doe eyed plea for mercy

Golden yellow eyes now dark round and wet, light pink strands of hair stuck to his forehead from sweat, streams of tears down his cheek and the lulling out of his tongue

Roy was already pretty vocal, now he won't shut the fuck up

Nothing but pleas for more, moans of pleasure, him begging for you to untie his wrists so he can reach out and touch you, he doesn't know how to be quiet

Imagine this☆:

Bound to a chair. Arms securely ties behind him at the wrists, bent at the elbows. Calfs tied to the legs of the chair, planted apart. Torso roped to the back of the chair keeping him in place. Can't have him squirming around to much. Roy butt naked and tied to a chair. You –in nothing but lingerie– laid delicate touches on his exposed body, tracing outlines on his skin. His dick stood on attention, stiff and leaking precum, burning red from lack of stimulation. "Touch me... please." Roy mumbled, probably the quietest he's ever been. He whined as you ignored his pleas, admiring his body and the way the ropes left red marks on his skin. "Please..!" You sat on his legs, thighs on either side of him, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Roy baby, you're so gorgeous," you cooed a hand on his cheek. "I- ineedyousomuchyourebeingmean..." With words slurred together he pulled at his restraints to no avail. "Mean? Sweetheart I'm just admiring what's mine. You are mine right?" You spoke sweetly running your hands down his chest, eyes trailing his broad body. "Right?" "Right... I wa- Ack!" Wrapping your hands around his shaft your slowly jerked him off in your hand. "Ha- ah! Heartspell that's- that's so good oh my-!" Having been worked up to this point, Roy was extremely sensitive, the drag of your fingers on his cock making his brain short circuit, shocks of pleasure going through him making his body twitch. "You're so sexy when you're like this~" Increasing your pace on his cock Roy threw his head back a guttural moan roaring up his throat, his body heating up. "Ugh! Creator! Please please please-! I'm- I'm so- Heartspell I'm so close!" "Close? You wanna cum?" "Mhm!" Using both hands to jerk him, Roy's head fell forward, mouth gaped a string of droll falling from his lips, so utterly bliss out from your ministrations. His cock twitched involuntarily right as he was about to shoot then- You stopped. "What? No! Please please I cannot- I need you-" "Stop it Roy." You stood up from his lap. His dick stood stiff, an angry red as precum drool down the side, twitching from his ruined orgasm. You unclipped your bra and drew down your panties. "... what are you doing..?" The chair tilted slightly as he leaned forward seeking you out. Returning to his side, you kissed his lips messily, pushing pink and yellow strands of hair away from his sweat stained forehead. Pulling away with a wet smack of your lips you sat on his lap facing away from him, pushing your ass against his hard cock. "What? Didn't you want me to fuck you?"

[joestarwhore]

HELLO your anon is off but I'm going to have the balls to request this publicly -- yandere!Mista imagine pls? Preferably NSFW and with kidnapping and gunplay please 👉👈 but priority for any headcanons you genuinely hold. Thank you!

MY ANON IS OFF WHAT THE FUCK

ty queen i will fix that right now!!! & YES YOU KINKY MF I LOVE YOU

🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

Sweat was pouring down your face.

How many times would he wanna play this game? How many times is he gonna try to find you? How many times would you have to move to a town he had no idea about? And why does it never work?

Well, it was honestly a simple answer. Guido Mista plays til he wins.

Iron Maiden’s scythe cut through the bushes that led you to the back of your house, & you could hear the Sex Pistols not far from you, yelling out to Mista which ways to turn to get to you, those annoying little shits. “She’s gone through the bushes, Boss!!” Heavy footsteps quickened behind you, making you lunge with Iron Maiden for the door. Mista’s hands grabbed your ankle and your frame crashed to the manicured lawn.

“Y’know, every time you’ve managed to escape my grasp, I promised myself that I’d fuck you senseless for all of those missed opportunities,” Mista gripped your cheeks with his calloused hand, his nose centimeters away from yours and the barrel of his gun he chose to press snugly against your temple. “You KNOW you’re my soulmate, Y/N, I’m real fuckin’ tired of you running from me every time I try to love you!!”

You gave him a glare. “Why the FUCK would i want you to prove your love for me like this?! I’ve moved to 5 different towns to run from you and you still find me,” you cry out to him with panic in your voice that you just weren’t able to hide, “I DONT WANT TO BE HURT ANYMORE MIST-“

Mista backslapped you across the face, your cry of pain resonating around your little yard. “You need to shut your goddamn mouth you stupid bitch.” Mista took a bowie knife out of his boot and easily cut your clothes off, panic resting in your chest as it grows into a reaching panic attack, “in fact you need to be taught a fucking lesson, baby girl.” Venom seeped from his voice.

Mista held a knee on your chest as he worked your jeans off, and easily cutting away your black thong. “Mm, God i’ve been excited for this baby, havent you? Playing chase with me for so long, dreaming of the day i’d finally get your sweet ass in my hands, making you my perfect little baby?” Your cheeks heated at his words. You gasped as your deans were ripped off of your legs, trying everything to push Mista off of you, but every movement you made resulted in an iron grip that was sure to leave bruises on the morning. Mista’s face stayed concentrated on yours, watching your expressions as he prepped you to be utterly & wholly violated by your one true soulmate.

“No, no we shouldn’t do this out here..” he muttered to himself, was he going to stop?? “No, we’re gonna go inside and do this.” Fear gripped your heart, there’s NO way of anyone hearing you from inside, & what the fuck are you supposed to do then?

Mista picked you up and went through your basement door, quickly finding your bedroom near the back. He threw your frame onto the bed, instantly making sure his was ontop of you. His giggles of obsession filled your ears.

“It’s just you & me now baby.. oh this is gonna be so good just you wait darling,” his nimble fingers squeezed your breasts as his hot breath danced on your neck, “you’ll be begging me to take you away after this.”

Whiskey and cologne filled your nostrils as he quickly tore his sweater off. His olive toned abs scarred and hard as his body swayed back and forth, his hungry eyes raking over your pelvic region.

With a growl, his pants came off and your hips were ripped open. Your labored breathing and begs for him to stop and to please don’t fell on empty ears as he sprung out his cock. He was going to break you without mercy.

Mista lined his tip against your entrance, his body radiating pure heat and energy. “This WILL hurt darling, but just know every ounce of pain is worth as much as my love for you!” Sick twisted bastard.

You felt his rock hard dick bottom out inside you, your body unwillingly arching up and holding onto Mista’s shoulders. Mista’s eyes widened as you did this, & his face swelled with adoration for you. “Oh amore, you are just so perfect and beautiful,” he started to rail you harder and harder just to hear your screaming moans as he assaulted your g-spot, “but i want you to have all of me-ugh FUCK- don’t you want all of me amore?!”

Pleasure had you nearly drunk, “God yes Mista please, give me all of you-“ Your pleas were cut off by a cold metal tip being slammed into your cunt, Mista slammed a hand over your mouth and kept his forehead rested on yours. His giant gun being shoved into your pussy made you grind against the impact.

“Oh good girl yeah, keep riding it like that baby,” Mista praised you as you moaned for him. His hand uncovered your mouth as he gripped your face to be aligned with his. “Whos are you? Who is your soulmate?!” He started to fuck you even harder, enjoying the look of intensity on your face.

“Y-Yours Mista!! F-fuck ive always been yours!!”

Mista threw the gun to the ground and shoved himself back inside of you, your back arching as he continued his assault of you. “You better cum all over my dick because you b-FUCK you’re a good slut- i’m cumming inside you, do you understand?”

Your response was an orgasm like none you’ve ever experienced. Mista’s hot sperm lined your walls & his chest heaved into yours. He collapsed onto the bed beside you & immediately started holding you, not giving you any chance to come down off your high.

“You’re mine.” He whispered to you as your senses slowly came back to you. “And you’ll stay that way.”

Guido Mista. Your gun toting downfall.

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ JUST FRIENDS? ❜

with Jackson ‘Jax’ Teller.

Request: Hiii Aurora! How are you? Could I request a jax teller x reader! Jax is in a really bad fight and the reader is jax best friend how is a doctor! Chiba call here and explane what happend and jax don’t want to tell her bc he knows she going to worry and the both are in love with each other and you choose the ending❤️ Hope you understand my bad English❤️ Thank you Aurora🥺❤️

BY ANON

Word count: about 650.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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“I told you to not call her”.

You can hear Jax grunting inside his dorm, arguing with Tig, while you follow Chibs through the hallway. Carrying your medical kit in a hand, you come into the room with your eyebrows frowning. The first thing your eyes gets focused on are the hand pressing a cloth against his abdomen, stained because of his blood. You don't have to be too smart to know that it's because of a stab. With a bullet he would be pale. And sweating. And he doesn't look that bad. Closing the door behind your back, you kneel close to the bed to get ready.

“I'm ok—”.

Before he finishes the word, you palm his temple. He complains like a kid would do.

“Next is gonna break your nose”.

Taking off the grip, you clean his skin from the dried blood before disinfecting the open wound. Then, you stitch him up hurriedly, but having so much care. This time, he doesn't say anything more than some grunts and whinings. And as soon as your work of art is finished, Chibs and Tigs abandon the dorm to leave you alone.

“Can you, please, stop trying to be killed? It's starting to be annoying”. You say, on your way to the bathroom to wash your hands.

“C'mon, darling. I know you enjoy taking care of your damsel in distress”.

His laughs between some whimpers, make you squint at him, drying your hands. Shaking your head, you rest your shoulder against the door frame, looking at him with an incredulous gesture on your face. Getting up with difficulty, pressing again his hand over the gauze, he grabs a clean black shirt to wear it.

“I told them I was okay”. He says then rolling his eyes, coming closer to you. “I'm sorry, I didn't want to worry you, baby girl”.

“Well, you did, idiot”. Snorting, you pucker your lips at odds.

Leaning over you, with his arms surrounding your back, he presses his lips on your forehead.

“You're the only one who can kill me”. He jokes, bowing down his head to glue his oceanic eyes on yours.

Placing a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose, he guides you to his bed grabbing your hands with his and pulling himself away some inches. You don't know how he does it. How he has so much power on you. Urging you to sit on his lap, with his legs under yours, he buries his face in your neck. You can feel Jax closing his eyes, softly sighing, bristling your skin with some shivers. Then, his lips find your shoulder, covered by one of his shirts.

“Forgive me…” He whispers, roaming your back with his fingertips.

“What if I don't want to, hm?” You tease him, softly caressing his scalp. Traveling your fingers on his head, under the golden locks of hair.

Grunting against your shoulder, he moves his head to rest his chin on your chest.

“Please…” He almost bet, faking a pout at you. “I promise I'm gonna be a good boy”.

Loudly laughing, covering your mouth with a hand, you also close your eyes for a moment.

“Yeah, for sure, Jackie boy”.

“C'mon! I'm hurt. What kind of woman are you, that you don't feel any mercy for me, uh?”

“The kind of woman that doesn't believe your words?”

“I'm a liar, now?”

“Yeah… something like…”

“So, if I tell you that I wanna kiss you right now, wouldn't you believe me?” He mumbles, spreading your legs with his hands on your thighs, to make you bow down a little to his level.

You don't say anything, seeing the truth of his words within his eyes.

“Kissing your best friend is a reason to fall into hell”. You reply, after some second loss, on how blue his eyes are.

“Kissing your boyfriend is a reason to ascend to heaven”.

“I'm single”. You challenge him, tilting your head slightly.

“Until I kiss you. After that, you're gonna be mine forever, darling”.

[thebadboyfanclub]

We’ll Get Caught (Draco x Reader)

Requested by anon. This is the first smut in years and it’s not that descriptive but y’all eating today. Enjoy!

(Y/n)’s name was one of the most well known ones in Hogwarts for all kinds of reasons, as she started to get older her body started to change which means boys wanted just a little taste of her sweet nectar, the girls wanted to know the secret to get those curves and the younger students knew her as Professor Snape prodigy, she fell in love with potions and the defense of dark arts, so since the first year she started following him around asking to give her tasks or things she could do for him. At first Severus found her extremely annoying, but she slowly grew on him and now she was his most trusted assistant.

However, she always found time to have a little “fun”, she was very flirty and confident in herself, her father and mother made sure to imbed that in her from a very young age so nobody could harm their little girls feelings, she was the queen of her own castle and she danced at the beat of her own drum.

She was aware of the little glances Draco was giving her, how he tried to show off when she was around, how he would be extra sarcastic to potter when (y/n) was close enough to listen. She thought it was funny how confident he acted yet he never really talked to her directly and when he did he made sure it wasn’t for long.

“Malfoy, what do I owe the pleasure”

“I’m sorry professor, I was wondering if I could talk to (y/n) for a second?”

Severus raised his eyebrow at the young boy, he was used to it by now since a lot of students came to “talk” to his assistant, he almost found it amusing how she would turn down the majority of them and how embarrassed they were afterwards.

“Miss (y/l/n), Mister Malfoy would like a word”

Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy? That was unexpected to say the least. She put the potion she was polishing back in the now clean shelf and got down to see him. her white button up shirt was kind of sticking to her stomach from the sweat, the constant boiling cauldrons did not really help with cooling down the place whatsoever .

“Is there something wrong Draco?”

“No,no I was just.... would you like to go out with me?”

If she didn’t know any better she would have thought he just said a tongue twister by how fast he spat it out. (Y/n) smiled at the offer and took one step closer towards him.

“He usually let’s me go after 8″

She whispered and then walked away to finish her chores with a faster pace now since she had something to look forward to.

-

Draco was right on time, he decided to have a little sneaky date at the library, he had even brought a few candles to set the mood and sneakily stole some beverages to drink while having a chat.

Oh how divine she looked in that green skirt, the buttons of her shirt teasing him and making him that one wrong move and her breasts would be exposed, she was such a force to be reckoned with at everything she did.

As the time passed by and they slowly ran out of things to talk about (y/n) felt more attracted to Draco than ever, the way he talked to her, those sneaky little comments about how beautiful she is, how his hand slowly went from just touching her hand to resting on her thigh. She felt like electricity ran through her when he started drawing circles with his hand on her thigh.

“It’s getting late, Mr Flich will start making rounds”

Draco said, although a devilish smiled played on his face. He felt his throat get dry and he had to swallow back the urge to attack her when she let her tongue go over her upper lip so slowly it felt like a torture.

“We should get going then”

“Yeah, we should”

None of them moved, they just stayed looking at each other. (Y/n) smiled and got up from her chair, making the first move towards the exit, what Draco didn’t know was that in her mind they were not leaving just yet.

As they walked (Y/n) stopped and turned towards him, he didn’t have time to process what was happening when he felt her soft full lips on his. Her strawberry Chapstick was almost like heroine to him. 

“We’ll get caught”

She whispered. She didn’t care about getting caught, it made her even more excited as her adrenaline went to the roof

“Then let’s make it worth it”

That’s when he took the upper hand and grabbed her thick thighs wrapping them around his waist and guided them between bookshelf aisles pushing her back against them. His hands found their way into her buttons and revealed her chest he was thirsting over, she was almost like a succubus demanding attention. 

“You are gorgeous”

He breathed out, almost in shock about how perfect she was. His lips went to her neck, biting, kissing and nibbling at her while his hand gripped a good portions of her luscious hair, pulling her head back. 

Her moans were leaving her mouth without even realizing it, she was deep in the moment she forgot where she was and how quiet she should be. Her legs wrapped around him and pulling him as close to her as it could be physically possible, she was not as cautious with the buttons on his shirt so she just pulled it apart not caring about some of them leaving the fabric she just wanted to feel his hot flesh against hers.

“I need you”

“Show me how much you need me”

She teased. Soon enough her bra was off and his pants were on his knees, pulling her panties to the side so he can feel her wet nature he so craved of and she tasted as good as she looked. Immediately they were both off to a world full of pleasure, as she gripped him and left marks on his back and he was holding her so tight that she felt her flesh ripping a bit on her waist. Their moans mixed together sounded like animals, they were animals since their brains only felt the instict of pleasure taking over there was nothing else.

“Turn around for me”

She let her feet touch the ground and placed her hands on the shelfs that were quickly taken away from there, Draco let them rest in the middle of the back, holding her head making her cheek touch the shelves and parting her legs. She arched her back as she felt her a few drips of hers run down her thigh.

“Malfoy, please”

She begged. Draco didn’t need to hear anything else, he filled her up once again and drove her insane, as much as she drove him as well. He had never felt this way with a woman, he never wanted it to end he was hooked on the feeling and her naked body was one of the best sights his eyes had ever seen.

She was helpless against him and she loved it, the feeling of not being able to get away aroused her even more, she was under his will and intentions and from what it seemed like they had the same things in mind. The chemistry they had was like two volcanos erupting, they were so into it they didn’t even hear Mrs Norris meowing, nor Mr Filch going to professor Mcgonagall who was on hall duty that night. 

(Y/n) felt her body was on fire, Draco was not giving her any mercy, she felt him pound and give her body pleasure and pain in one, he was aggressive yet she felt nothing but raw pleasure. Her bottom lip was bleeding after one good bite of his and his back looked like he had fought with lions. She felt the amazing sense of getting closer and closer to the glorious orgasm.

“Don’t stop, Don’t you dare stop”

“Come on love, let it go”

He once again pulled her head back so she can come closer to him,licking her neck from the bottom all the way to her ear, his breath tickling her ear as she felt the euphoric feeling taking over her body slowly, sending her mind over the edge and her legs shake from the pleasure. He could have finished ages ago but he wanted to see her cum first, he wanted to see her loose control over the rapture he was providing her as her body, mind and soul became his. The moans got louder and louder until she was out of breath and just couldn’t force out any sound, the fierce passionate feeling was so enormous she couldn’t make a sound then she just felt her body give in and if it wasn’t for Draco holding her she would have fell to the ground.

“My sweet little (y/n)” 

He said before kissing her neck letting himself cum now, the orgasm was more intense than ever, every muscle in his body became tense and his mind almost exploded by how pleasurable this was.

“You.... are... amazing”

“Malfoy I never thought you had it in you”

She joked, his breath was heavy and so was hers. She could only give him a lazy smile as she wiped her sweat of her face and pulling back the locks that had stuck in her face. He flipped her body facing his and kissed her passionately once again, he could never leave her now, who could give him the feeling she just did, she was a goddess of passion in his eyes now, her sensuality was oozing out of her.

“We really need to head back”

(Y/n) put her clothes back on and Draco buttoned his shirt as much as he could, since a few buttons had gone missing. What they did not know was Professor Mcgonagall was standing right outside, she didn’t want to go in that room since it would be embarrassing for everyone.

“Good evening”

She said as the door opened. (Y/n) shrieked as she jumped up, getting caught by surprise, Draco’s eyes went wide after he realized what is going on. 

“P-Professor”

“Miss (y/l/n) you should know the students need to be in their dorms by this hour”

“I-I’m so s-sorry”

“20 points from Slytherin”

Draco didn’t know what to say, he just stood there dumbfounded hoping nothing worse would happen. However, he didn’t really care nothing could ruin what he had just experienced.

As Professor Mcgonagall turned to leave she stopped and turned to look at the scared couple.

“Next time keep it down miss (y/l/n) and mister Malfoy i’m sure you know that the lady needs to be taken care and pampered after such intense exercise”

[cutegirlmayra]

Hi I’m a big fan of your SonAmy fanfics and I was wondering if you would make a fluff Sonic X fanfic of Sonic trying to confess his feelings for Amy or he feels bad for telling her that she looks cute back when they were on the cruise ship (The episode Sonic was trying to get off). It would mean a lot if you did it because my birthday is on Monday and it would be an amazing gift, but I’ll understand if you can’t do it because of personal issues or if you’re writing other prompts.

Only for precious, birthday Anons~<3 <3 <3

AND NEVER AGAIN! (smashes pencil to the keyboard) once more, prompts are on lockdown, please wait your turn and don’t submit anymore~<3

I miss me some Sonic X lol 

Prompt:

Sonic X - Episode Cruise Blues - English/Japanese mentions of the script have been slightly combined.

“Ugh... why did I say all of that?” Sonic sat upon the top of the ship’s antenna, “I know I’m desperate, but stooping so far as to to risk Amy’s wrath?” he had his legs and hands under him, gripping the small post that was, what he hoped, was the highest point on the ship.

-Flashback-

Growing anxious, Sonic had already concocted the first step of his plan without a hitch, seeing Amy looking forlorn on the other side of the ship, his lips curled to a deadly smirk, and he casually made his way over to her.

“Nice day, huh?” He kept his head down before raising it up and giving her a relaxed, half-opened eye look.

“Oh? It’s you.” Amy pushed herself off the wall she was leaning on and smiled with her hands behind her back. “So? Did you finally realize what you need to do? Honestly, for a hero, your awfully childish sometimes. This is a retreat, Sonic, not a wild ‘do or die’ ride- ah!”

Sonic immediately went into play, “I have realized something... Something I need to do.” Sonic placed his hand with a swift amount of force to lock Amy into place, a prey all to willing. (in japan, this is called a Kabe-Don.)

His hand flexed a little against the press, but firmly kept it and her against the wall, looming over her with a look of attraction.

“H-hey, what’s the big i-!” she was cut-off immediately then by Sonic’s outrageous confession.

“I gotta see the woman I’m gonna marry in action one more time, I need to. I can’t stand not being able to! It’s too hard to bear... Amy...”

“Am I... dreaming while awake?” Amy blinked her eyes, mesmerized by Sonic’s bold exterior. “Do you really mean that... Sonic?”

“What are you saying, Amy?” Laying the charm on thick, Sonic leaned even closer, realizing he didn’t need to do anything more and already sucking her into the fantasy. “And well, sure I mean it, Amy. I’ve always been noticing you. You’re just about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen when you swing that little hammer of yours around the way you do so splendidly. My heart beats a million times a minute!” What he meant was, he was absolutely terrified of how much strength she can put into something that looks so innocent and tiny. But alas, the rouse must continue, “Hahhh... but in this mere boat, I can’t see your gallant appearance...” Shaking his head to play on the role, he continued to look heartbroken and slightly shaken up, as though suffering from not being able to see it. “I know... you could never really care for someone like me. I guess that’s just the way it has to be... still...”

Amy was feeding and hanging off of every little thing he said, and in his mind, he couldn’t help but think this was like fishing froggy in, but sped-up to x20. “Perhaps I could go on!” Playing the lovestruck himbo, he turned dramatically, “If I could see--once more--that gallant, speed-filled Amy swinging her hammer... one last time.” he defeatedly covered his face with his hand, trying to stay in-character while he snickered within himself. ‘Is she really into this mumbo-jumbo?’ But truth be told... he wasn’t exactly lying through his teeth... just twisting... truths?

“You want it,” Amy summoned her hammer, getting energized, “You got it! Watch me, Sonic!” She immediately went on a frenzy which is exactly what he wanted, and he smirked from in front of her.

“Ah! I’m too taken aback by the sheer cuteness of your noble pursuit! I couldn’t bear to see it just once!” he acted as though his heart was breaking and he was about to faint, turning around to hold out a hand to her, “Please, I know I’m not right for you, Amy...”

“I won’t stop! I’ve got plenty of juice left in me, I’ll swing this hammer all over the ship for you, Sonic! That’ll prove to you we can be together! Hyah! Hoo-fph! Rahh!” She continued to pace around as Sonic sped off, quickly alerting Chris and his grandfather. “Amy’s gone berserk! Mad from the endless ocean sucking away all her sanity! Quick, she needs help!” Sonic hollered to the two of them, pointing back to where he had left Amy to swing her hammer.

Then she just had to walk in... And everything was going so well up to that point...

-End of Flashback-

After that, Amy turned on him in a flash of a second, and her speed and ‘gallantness’ wasn’t going to hold back now...

She had chased him up this steel radio tower and he wasn’t going to come back down... no matter how hard she persists...

“Sonic!”

He groaned, peeking out from over the side of the antenna like a child, curling his fingers up and then placing them on the edge as his nose finally flopped into view as well, just the upper-half of his head showing through as he tried to play the ‘sorry’ card but she wasn’t having it with his puppy-hedgehog-eyes.

“Are you gonna stay up there all day?” she goated, “Don’t you wanna see how ‘splendid’ my hammer really is with all the ‘gallant’ and ‘wonderful’ things I can do with it?”

He gulped.

“It’s pretty ‘amazing’, Sonic. But you gotta see it up real close. You think you can just stay up there forever?”

He had never seen her so confidently hostile. He truly thought his life might be ending soon if he didn’t try and reach or--at least--appeal to her better nature.

“There’s love in there for me, and I’ve jabbed it pretty good.” Sonic muttered to himself, “I knew there was risk, but I was gonna treat her to something after we were off this blasted ship..!” he looked away with an animated sweat-drop, realizing there was only way out of this.

Not only was he now confined to an even ‘tinier’ amount of space, but now he couldn’t even run along the ship with Amy posted for the kill right below.

“Well, I got into this mess,” He sighed, accepting that he’d have to sugar her up, and be more genuine about his apology... otherwise, that ‘wonderful’ hammer will be the last thing he sees!

“Oh, to die young.” He joked, groaning, “And from a broken heart, no less.” he sucked in some air to give him strength and tried to plead out to her. But really... he knew he had broken her heart. “Sorry, Amy, but no thanks.” He then noticed her smile of having toyed with him turn to a deep glare and frown.

He winced, “I think I’ll just stay up here.” He pulled back, “Soak in some rays, but if you stop using the hammer, I’ll apologize!” he felt his balance dwindling as he saw her jump up to the platform, and gripped the beam for dear-life.

“That’s it!” she leaped, readying the hammer. “Then come down off that pole THIS INSTANT and show me how you’re going to apologize or I’ll-!”

The rest turned into a blur after that.

Sonic was holding strong, willed as anything to not coming down, he struggled to keep his balance as Cream and the others had already begged on his behalf for her to let him apologize and explain himself, but she wouldn’t yield either.

“If he wants to prove how sincere he is about being forgiven, then he’ll do so and come down to take his beating like a real man and hero of this show!” Amy was unrelenting, but over time, she began to exhaust, giving pants here and there and swinging with much less force now.

‘Just a... little... longer...’ Sonic squinted his eyes shut, clinging before the traction on his feet gave way and he was dangling off the side.

Amy swung and missed, twirling herself before falling on her butt and looking exhausted, “Haa... haa... Oh, I give up. Huh?” she lifted her head back, looking tired and saddened, before seeing Sonic about to get knocked down. “Ah! Could it be!? Now you’re mine!!!” She immediately zipped back up, “Take this, and this, and the last of my furry!!!” she hammer the pole so much that it started to dent, and finally shook and tilted slightly that Sonic’s gloves slid right off.

He was sweating from the heat of the sun too, and falling through the smoke of the ship, began to tumble back through the air. “Woooaahhhh!!”

“Ah! Sonic!” Amy, realizing what she had done, raced forward and grabbed the back of where his neck should be and landed.

“Offph! T-thanks, Amy. I appreciate the quick save-Ah!” he was yanked slightly up but unable to get his bearing back on the ship’s wooden floor, but instead, Amy pulled him half-laying to yell in his ear, looking like a scolding wife.

“Get your head out of the clouds and start spouting out your apologies! And let me make something really clear, Sonic The Hedgehog, I’m not feeling merciful today! No ‘love interest on this program going to forgive the charming hero’s foolish blunder’ this time!” (In the Japanese script, the characters are well aware they are in an anime, and in this episode, Amy mentions Sonic’s behavior is bad for the audience’s perception of their ‘hero’ multiple times.)

Sonic flailed a moment, caught in her powerful hold, but looked back at her with eyes shining, “You saved me, doesn’t that make you the hero of the episode?”

“Quit the flattery! That’s what got you into this mess in the first place!” she let him go with a swift whack on the head, pumping him down and then using her hammer to roll him over, sitting on him. “Hmph! You’re not leaving till I get a thousand and one apologies that meet my standards!” she huffed, “You can start talking NOW.”

Sonic felt the squishing weight but sighed and decided not to use such tactics anymore.

“Alright,... you got me.” He admitted, and then looked off and away from her, “Truth is... I really don’t understand why you’d believe me.”

She was about to hammer him again, growling and wheeling her swing up as fire raged around her but Sonic quickly struggled and held his hands up, “That’s not what I meant! I meant about you being with someone like me! I don’t understand how you would!”

She lowered the hammer, her eyes still a raged confusion. “Huh..?” she blinked, “Go on...” she narrowed her eyes and pouted her lips, turning away a bit but keeping her eyes locked on him, making sure to listen carefully.

“...I regret that I didn’t completely lie to you... then this apology would be a lot easier.” He let out a bit of air with a ‘phoo’ and continued while deflating under her weight. “Truth is, I do think you’re pretty gallant. I do notice you, I just don’t really know how to respond. Yeah, I did a bad thing, and I regret it a lot, Amy. So... could you please let me go in peace?” he turned his head slightly with another animated teardrop, but Amy’s hammer greeted his face and he shivered in fright, turning back to the ground. “Guess not.”

She removed the hammer then, and watching it slowly retreat, he continued his apology, “You are... kinda cute...” He pouted, his eyes half-opened and blinking as though comically trying to not say it.

“What was that?” Amy tilted her head, now having her hammer over her shoulder.

“Kinda... don’t regret the way you looked up to me, though. Your eyes so believing in me... your willingness to do whatever it takes to help me out... That’s pretty admirable of you, Amy. A true hero.” he grinned as he continued to compliment, which... she wasn’t minded.

“What did I say about flattery? Hmph.” she turned away, blushing a bit. “How can I ever trust your words, Sonic, if you run around doing stunts like this?”

That actually did make him break out of apologizing and look earnestly towards her with doubt and sorrow.

“...You can always trust me, Amy... when I’m not stuck and needing some assistance...” He definitely wasn’t helping his cause.

She sighed, “You’re so good at being charming... sometimes I wonder if you even stop to think about it or if you just wing it all.” she looked back at him and he could tell she was softening a bit.

“I’ll make up for it, Amy. I promise.” he nodded, showing with his eyes and smile that he would make things right.

“Hmm... you can start now.” she teased, making sure he was flattened against the ship’s deck. “By staying completely under my beck and call this entire cruise! Hahaha!” she laughed like a villain as he sweated in a loss of hope.

‘Traded one misery for another.’ he thought to himself, not wanting to become Amy’s waiter or butler.

But that’s when Eggman was readying to attack, and Sonic was all but completely unembarrassed, just excited to have something thrilling finally happen.

His mind was turned to mush by boredom and the heat upon hiding from Amy, but his spirit would never be completely fried out!

Later, once on land, Sonic did promise he would never fool Amy the same way ever again... and Amy made him ‘kiss up to her hammer’ as a final touch of her ‘sincere’ forgiveness of the whole dilemma.

(He kinda confessed? Ish? lol, he’s only 15 and a ridiculous boy, come on XD)

[writingmyanxietyaway]

Primed for Death | Berlin

Requested by anon:  HIIII YES SOOO I was wondering, may I ask for the 56 "You're trembling" with Berlin from la casa de papel, with him saying it to his s/o (who is not a thief and is a really sweet person), maybe in a situation of hurt/comfort, with some angst but a fluffy and happy ending? THANK YOU much love🥰🥰

Word count: 1.4k

Warning: mentions of death, guns and blood, swearing, angst but also fluffy

Note: not my gif!

Honestly this gif.. yes. Berlin ain’t dead or dying in this one, so yeah. Also, the reader has no idea that Berlin was part of the Heist and that it even happened. I hope this is what you wanted/expected.. Enjoy!

#56 - “You’re trembling.”

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A large, dark and grey dome. You were standing in the middle of what seemed like a museum or large building. You could hear some kind of machine running in the background, but it was very vague. It could have been a washing machine for all you knew. You looked around, but didn’t recognize anything. In the middle of the room was a big staircase that led opstairs. You noticed some doors on the ground floor, but you wanted to see what was upstairs.

You carefully made your way upstairs, trying not to make a sound. You held onto the railing and at the top of the stairs you turned right. Inspecting every room, you carefully made your way down the hall. The sound you previously heard downstairs was now growing louder as you made your way to the left. A door led to some kind of office, where three different offices were. As far as you could see, they were empty. In the middle one stood a big safe. You couldn’t help but wonder what was inside, so you entered the office. Once you got close to it, a banging sound was heard from the inside. Letting out a scream, you fell backwards against the desk. You hesitated to open the safe, but once you found the courage, you turned the wheel and the door unlocked.

‘Oh my god!’ you yelled as a young girl stepped out. She wore a red suit with large black boots. Her hair was messed up and she looked terrified.

‘A-are you okay?’ you asked softly. Your heart was beating out of your chest and yourbody was trembling. She took a step forwards and inspected you. Her eyebrows furrowed.

‘You’re not one of them..’ she whispered to herself before her eyes went wide, ‘that means you got in! Where did you get in, I have to get out of here before they find me; before he finds me!’ She ran towards you and held you by your shoulders. You squeeled and your breath quickened. Whoever this girl was, she was distressed and needed to get help. How long had she been in there?!

‘How did you get in?!’ She kept yelling at you to tell you where you came from and you truly wanted to tell her, but you had no idea. You were suddenly just.. there.

‘I’m sorry, but I don’t know..’ you shook your head. You were terrified and clearly so was she.

‘You have to get out of here! If they find you, you’re dead!’ she finished and quickly ran out. When she left, you just stood there in some kind of haze. You had no idea what was happening, who she was and why you were here. Out of nowhere, you heard some yelling. You saw a gun laying in one of the drawers of the desk, so you took it.

Holding the weapon in front of you, you followed the sound. You ended up back in the hallway where you just came from and passed the staircase and took a left to the other side of the hallway. The yelling got even louder and you were sure these people were behind this door. Your hands were shaking and you took a deep breath. You opened the door slowly to be as quiet as possible. You saw a group of about eight people, all wearing the same red suit as the girl you saw earlier. A man sat in the middle of the room and you could see one of the people tying him to the chair.

‘What the fuck were you thinking, Berlin?! You can’t just ignore the rules the Professor made, because you’re so damn needy!’ one of the woman yelled. She had dark hair that went down to just under her shoulders. She wore a lot of jewellery and her suit tied around her waist.

‘Ah, now we get to see the real Nairobi. Feisty, I like it,’ the man spoke. A smirk was prominent on his face, as if what they were doing to him turned him on.

 ‘You’re a pig,’ she said. She spat in his face and his smirk widened.

‘I prefer my women not spitting. Swallowing turns me on more,’ he winked. That seemed to push her over the edge as she stalked towards him. You thought she was about to hit hum, until one of the man held her back.

‘Hitting him doesn’t do anything, Nairobi. It only turns him on more. Let Denver handle this,’ a shorter man with a beard told her. He seemed to be the most adult one out of all of them. What is it with these people and their weird names?

‘This is how we’re going to do it from now on. No fucking around anymore. Tokyo is in charge now. All you’re going to do is sit here and shut up. You don’t have anything to say anymore,’ a young man said, most likely this Denver guy the other man was talking about.

The smirk didn’t disappear from the mans face. It was almost as he was enjoying this. 

‘Whatever you say, big boy. Funny how you’re the one with the big mouth, but lady with the balls over there get’s to be in charge. A lady in charge, typical. Although I prefer being in charge, a woman in charge really get’s my train going if you get what I mean.’

You now just noticed who the man was. It was Andres, your boyfriend of two years. Your heart began racing faster and you froze. What was he doing here and who were these people?!

The other woman raised her gun and within a second it had happened. Four bullets buried themselves into his body, from his chest to his head. No one seemed to be surprised or shocked. She just shot him. Just like that. And Andres was gone. Dead.

You threw the door open and ran in. These people didn’t seem to notice you as you ran towards him. His head was tilted back and his eyes were wide open. Blood dripped down his body on the floor.

‘No.. No!’ you screamed. You tried to hold his head, but when his eyes looked up at you with nothing but death, you froze. Then your world turned black.

You shot up out of bed with tears streaming down your face and sweat dripping down your back. You were shaking. It was just a dream. Just a dream

Andres seemed to notice your panic and fear and he woke up when he saw what state you were in.

‘Princess, what happened?’ he asked, laying a hand on your lower back. You flinched back to reality and engulfed him in a hug. ‘You’re trembling..’

‘Please never leave me, Andres. Oh god, I watched you die! A-and they didn’t even care! Oh god, she just shot you without mercy..’ you rambled.

‘Wow, hold on a second.. What happened? Take your time, baby girl. You’re okay. I got you,’ he whispered in your ear while holding you close.

‘I-I was in some kind of building.. I saw some offices and a girl who was locked in a safe in one of the offices. Then I saw a lot of people in a room, about seven or eight, I don’t know for sure. And you all wore red suits. And you carried guns and then one of the women shot you four times and you died,’ you sobbed. Berlin knew exactly what you were talking about and he’d hoped he never had to tell you. But nevertheless, to you it was just a dream. A nightmare. It wasn’t real.

‘It’s okay, baby. You’re okay. It was just a dream. I promise I won’t leave you. I’m going to be here for the rest of your life, whether you want to or not,’ he rocked you back and forth. You quietly giggled.

‘Is that a proposal, Andres?’ You pulled back. You looked in his eyes to see if there was any trace of humor or mockery, but there wasn’t any.

‘If you want it to be..’ he whispered. He almost looked.. nervous? You had never seen him so vulnerable before.

‘There’s nothing I would want more. Make me your wife,’ you whispered back. This moment was so incredibly intimate. You had never felt so close to him as you did now. You treasured every second of it.

‘I love you, princess. You’re my everything.’

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk​ - @michaellangdonenthusiast​ - @hamiltonsofcrap​

[cursed-jujutsu-san]

hello!! i was wondering if you’re comfortable with it, could you write kugisaki and her fem s/o using a strap on for the first time, like the reader using it on kugisaki. i just get such bratty sub vibes from her 🥺 sorry if it’s not very specific

Hello there lovely Anon! Of course I can write this for you ^-^ I hope you don’t mind but i kind of went wild with it and it became alot longer then intended.... but I hope you enjoy anyway! And I hope that I’ve done your request justice!

P.S.Like all of my work please take note that in this Kugisaki is aged up, so the both of you are consenting adults in a loving relationship 

My Sweet Girl -  Kugisaki Nobara x Fem S/O

Warnings!: NSFW - Praise kink, use of a strap-on and mentions of overstimulation - Brat Nobara with a Sweetly Dominate female S/O 

Words: 2130 words

Pairing: Kugisaki Nobara x reader

When Nobara Kugisaki first met you, she thought her heart had stopped. You were the most beautiful person that she’d ever met, you could be counted as a goddess with how ethereal you looked and when you spoke? She thought she’d died again. To add more to her flames of a crush you were just so kind and gave off such a motherly supportive aura that Nobara briefly wondered what it’d be like with you in bed, were you the soft submissive or something else?

Over the years of knowing each other and eventually going out with each other there was one thing that Nobara would rather die than admit. That she’d developed a thing for your voice. Your voice was so sweet and when you praised people it became even sweeter and as much as she loved you with your wonderful kindness and praising to others she desperately wanted to keep all of your praise for herself. But the only way to grab your attention sometimes was to act spoilt…or as you called it, Nobara enjoyed being a brat for you.

Your voice took on such a wonderfully powerfully and husky quality before you started telling her off and giving her “Punishments” which she’d unfortunately had grown to love.

And that’s what she was currently waiting for you to dish out, her “Punishment” as  you had her naked on your shared bed with you sat serenely nude between her legs whispering low praise and compliments .

You tug her gently towards you more, her thighs slightly trembling as you allow her legs to wrap around your waist. You lean down slowly,  maintain eye contact, soft (E/C) meeting flustered orange, as you begin placing gentle kisses on her thigh marking each kiss with a soft “muah” noise and a giggle/whine parts Nobara’s lips,

 “Stop teasing me (Y/N)!”

 “Ah! I’m sorry Nobara,” you murmur sweetly having stopped your gentle kissing to speak “It’s just that your so cute that I just want to eat you up whole!”

 A slightly narrowed glance is all that Nobara trusts herself to do and all that you do is giggle cutely, letting her childishly place her legs against the bed to try and prompt you into fucking her but alas, you have the patients of a saint. You prop yourself up onto your knees abit more giving you better access to kiss Nobara, they were gentle kisses that caused a hotter heat to pool inside of you both. Nobara’s so occupied with your lips, her kisses more desperate that it seems that she doesn’t notice the gentle sliding of one of your hands up the back of her leg and when you cup her pussy she moans so loudly and lewdly that for a second you were worried that she’d cummed already but soon enough Nobara starts to roll her hips into your palm, a small signal for more,

 How bratty of her you think still placing gentle kisses against her lips and jawline.

 “ase…please,” Nobara whimpers against your lips and it comes out more as a simple request than a beg

 How cute of her

 You slide your fingers down to delicately trace a circle around her clit, afterall she’s going to need so much prep for what you had in store

 She sighs and you continue to place delicate kisses along her cheeks slowly and deliberately before moving onto her jawline. Your index finger rubs slowly into Nobara’s clit, eliciting soft moans and whimpers from her bratty mouth. Nimble fingers work with precision as Nobara can only thank whatever gods reside in the heavens for making you so skilled in being a sorcerer as it became only natural for you to be so skilled with those clever delicate  hands of yours.

Her legs involuntarily shove themselves wider apart when you slip a finger inside of her at a more tortuously slow pace, her body wordlessly begging for you to fuck her in different ways.

 You giggle, a wonderous sound to nobara as you pull back into a more comfortable sitting position,

 “Does it feel good?” You ask, voice soft and bordering on teasing

  Nobara needs to vocalize it before you continue.But all that she does is nod her head, a moan leaving her lips as she parts them. You sigh, a smile perching itself prettily on your face as you look down at her. You don’t have a single hair out of place nor any sign of breaking a sweat, yet with how well you work her body Nobara can’t help but to be only slightly jealous

 “You have to tell me it feels good, silly,” You tease, placing kisses from her lips to nose. “Otherwise I just won’t know if you don't use your big girl words for me”

 A particularly loud and lewd moan escapes her as her  head rolls back against the mattress when you cheekily press your thumb just a little harder onto her clit, your index finger slipping in and out of her pussy ever so slowly drawling out the lewd squishy noises.

 “Sweetheart,” You began, your gaze hardening slightly as you continue to move in and out, “Your words please!”

Save for her panting and moaning, she lay there in an almost bratty silence. Your patient though, your want to hear it from her lips seemingly far stronger than her want to be a brat after-all the only thing you wated was for Nobara herself to tell you that you were making her feel good and all because of your sturdy yet delicate fingers. Pulling your hand completely away seemed like the correct way of encouraging her into speaking, and with a gentle smile down at Nobara you pulled your fingers out completely.

 A soft whine leaves her mouth as she looks you in the eyes; an almost pleading light entering her eyes the longer you weren’t giving her pleasure but you sat still, smiling patiently down at her. Nobara looks away from you, a darker blush talking over her face as a pout works its way onto her face. She almost goes to cross her arms over her chest at the lack of contact but a small “hm?” from your lips stops her,

 “It feels good,” Nobara whines, finally answering your question, her hands covering he face in embarrassment, “It feels really good (Y/N)”

 “That’s it!” You practically sing in a bright and praising tone, fingers already returning to finger her with vigour as she throws her arms around your neck “You’re my good girl Nobara! You know, that right? Say that you’re my good girl for me”

 Nobara’s moans are so loud that for a moment you fear that she hadn’t heard you, and yet as you slowed down in your ministrations; the pad of your thumb pressing hard against her clit once again, a whine leaves her lips once more before she speaks,

 “I’m your good girl (Y/N),” Nobara whines “Please make me feel good!”

 And with that, Nobara is left to your whims of intermittent mercy as your fingers move quicker against her wonderfully warm and wet insides, you take delight in the way she moves beneath you, her hips frantically moving against your hand and lips pressing hard against yours. But just as about she’s about to cum you cruelly pull away; leaving her panting and as you watch her come back down from her almost high, you carefully get off the bed.

Nobara watches your nude moving form making its way to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room, recognition lights up inside of her, watching you rummage through the draws before pulling out the items you wanted. Watching you tie the strap-on onto your form quickly brought back the heat in her lower tummy but watching your soft walk back to her, your soft breasts jiggingly sweetly with swaying hips, made her feel like lava flooded through her veins. Her mouth watered at the possibilities of what you’d do to her, drool almost dripped down once she saw the lube.

 “Stand for me please,” You commanded softly, a hand tapping her ankle as your other gently pumped the silicone cock that dripped with the poured lube, “Wait for my command, ok sweet girl?”

 Nobara gulped before doing as you said with a nod; no bratty behaviour yet as she still had to make you pay for making her lose her climax the first time, her legs felt like jelly as she watched you sit on the edge of the bed.

Nobara let you guide her down until she was nestled comfortably on top of your lap, legs spread wide for you as you push the strap-on inside slowly, but only the tip of it, the friction already a little bit too much.

A whimper escapes Nobara’s lips as she slides the strap-on further and further into herself, back arching, causing your breasts to pillow against her own as the dildo slips in with ease. The hour long “foreplay” – a shiver traces her spine as she concludes that what she was viewing as sex was just your version of heavy petting - having come in handy and Nobara realises how quickly she’ll be coming undone as your hands playful pinch at her nipples.

 “See? You take it so well and it’s not even fully in you yet” You praise, quickly coming to hold onto her hands to help keep at least some of her balance before placing a kiss on her shoulder “Doesn’t it feel good?”

 Nobara could only nod in response as your hips rutted against her, the entire strap now quickly and comfortably sheathed inside of her, she lets go of one of your hands to rthread her fingers through your hair. You chuckle lightly rewarding her with a small thrust and a sweet kiss before starting to thrust your hips up into her.  You smile gently, small praises escaping your lips as Nobara continued to moan against your mouth, a blissed-out expression quickly taking over her face

 You can’t help but laugh at how honest her body was once her bratty nature disappeared.

 “You’re just so cute!” You coo sweetly into her ear, hands leaving hers to wrap both arms around of her form in a loose loving hug “Seriously you’re just the cutest thing!”

 Nobara’s face flushes even more as you continue complimenting her, her poor hips stuttering as you continue to let her bounce up and down only letting her move those hips of hers fast enough to get the slightest hints of pleasure without much input from you.  But even though you love watching Nobara desperately bounce herself up and down on your strap-on, you find yourself with the quickly growing need to dominate her completely, so you do the only thing you can really do in this moment of time.

You finally give in to her frantic thrusts down into your toy.

Your hips snapping up to meet with hers. With a gentle kiss to her open panting mouth you turn the both of you gently into the bed, a practically hard thrust of yours jolting nobara up. The louder and frequent her moans the harder you slam into her, movements nearly becoming animalistic as you continue to fuck her in the bed. The brutality of your thrusts contrasting with the tenderness of your voice giving honey cover words and the soft kisses to her cheeks and lips.

 But you can’t help yourself, one of your hands traces down the wonderful plain of her muscled stomach to slip between yours and hers legs, toying with her no doubt overstimulated and swollen clit as the two of you bounce your hips towards one another. Skilled fingers once again tracing semi- circles around that cute clit of hers, smiling even more sweetly at the string of lovely lewd moans that fall from parted lips.

You quickly recognise the way she moves and spasms that Nobara’s close,

 “Oh my sweet girl,” You purr teasingly, “Are you getting close?”

 Her hips grow increasingly clumsier as her lewd noises grow more and more frequent

 “Please,” Nobara whines “I love you! So keep fucking me!”

 You giggle serenely before leaning down to nibble gently at her nipples, coming back up to smile gently and offer her more praise

 “Oh my sweet girl,” You murmur “I’m just gonna keep fucking you until you can’t move anymore...”

Nobara moans loudly, her nails digging into your shoulders as she draws closer to her climax, paying no heed to your words. So, with a gentle kiss to her jaw, you begin trailing your lips up to her ear before you simply whisper into them,

 “Keep moaning for me sweet girl I’m going to keep fucking even after you cum, okay?”

Her blissed out face was all that you needed to see.

[domesticated-feral]

Do you still do Sterek fics? If you do, do you think you could do a Derek angst fic? It could be about anything, getting hurt, tortured, or just plain sad...or could do a non-shippy fic. If you're not okay with it, please do tell. I'm a loser for angst, so I apologize. :/

Incredibly sorry for the huge delay, i haven't written sterek in a while, no have i written anything in a month or so but here you go anon! An angsty (i hope) sterek fic! Under the cut for it being awfully long

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After Dark

Derek was about to walk out when Stiles grabbed his arm, stopping him in place.

“I can’t let you do this alone,” he said.

“I don’t want you to get involved, Stiles,” Derek said again, “not you, not Scott, not anyone. This is my fight, I caused this.” He paused, softly removing Stiles’ grip on his arm, “and I’m going to end it.”

“Let us help you.”

“Let me help you,” Stiles said again.

Derek looked at him. He couldn’t help but think this was his fault. How this 17-year-old teen and his friends got whipped into the cursed dumpster fire of the dark side of Beacon Hills. The supernatural side of Beacon Hills.

Of course, Peter was the one who knocked the first domino resulting in everything else falling into place, but Peter is gone. He’s dead and Derek was the last surviving Hale.

And now an old rival pack that loathed his mother was after him, regardless of whether he did anything or not. They were coming to shed blood. His blood.

Derek would feel even more guilty if anyone else got hurt. If Stiles got hurt.

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no?” Stiles said, he sounded more offended than before.

“I don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me,” Derek said, “I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

Stiles took a step back, his face showing an array of emotions. Disbelief, Anger, Shock. His lips slightly parted as his eyes stayed in contact with Derek’s. His brows furrow, lips close as they upturned into a frown.

“Is this because I’m a human?” Stiles asked, a harsh salty tone in his voice, “because I’m weaker than you?” his frame tensed up as he leaned forward, “because you think I can’t protect myself?”

“Stiles, that’s not-”

“You don’t think I can help you, do you? Do you think I’m just going to be a liability? Something to drag you down with, huh?” He yelled, hands irrationally moving towards Derek.

Derek catches them, holding Stiles’ wrists firmly. Stiles tries to jerk them away but Derek holds on to them.

“It’s not that, Stiles. I don’t want to see you get hurt,” Derek said, “I don’t want to lose you. Like I lost everyone else that I ever cared about.”

“You-”

Stiles looked like he couldn’t believe what he just heard from Derek. Derek couldn’t believe that he just said that.

“You care about me?” Stiles asked, his voice a murmur.

Derek couldn’t bring himself to say yes. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He glanced at the window, the sun was setting quickly.

He looks back at Stiles, slowly letting go of his wrists before moving away. Stiles doesn’t follow him, Derek could sense him standing in his loft, his head towards the door. He walked down the hallway, bringing the duffel bag he had around his shoulder down so he held it in his left hand.

***

The car engine revved to a stop when he reached a motel. He had been driving for a few hours now and the moon was lifting up and away from the horizon. Beacon Hills was quite a few miles away now and hopefully, he wouldn’t run into the ones he was running away from here.

Booking himself a room for the night, he settles inside, making sure to double-check the locks on the doors and windows. The motel, even for a run-down cheap one had extraordinary heat control and it cooled Derek down enough to slip into a heavy slumber before he could even worry about anything.

***

He woke up to an aching pain on the side of his head. A cold sensation trickles down his temple and he realizes that he’s not in his hotel room anymore. He’s in a room, wooden walls and floors, scents of other werewolves shrouded the air. Everything looked blurred for a bit while he adjusted his eyes to his surroundings.

They stood in front of him, five werewolves, dark silhouettes all growling.

Derek looked at them, quickly realizing he wasn’t going to go anywhere if he wanted to. He’s been muzzled, hands and feet chained to a pole.

“Finally, you’re awake,” one of them said.

Derek doesn’t say anything.

One of them moves closer, face more visible, “Look, he’s got his mother’s eyes,” he teased.

Derek involuntarily flashes his eyes, lunging forward only to be jerked backward by the chains he’s bound by. A growl resonates from his throat. The muzzle restricted his jaw so he couldn’t say a single word.

“And they’re blue!” Another hissed.

“Wonder what his mother would think if she was still alive… oh wait, she knew didn’t she?”

“She knew how her son betrayed her law and she did nothing.”

Why did it matter so much to them? Derek thought. Why did he have killed an innocent matter to these old werewolves?

Then his questions are answered, one of them flashing their blue eyes, then another, then the next, and then all five of them flashed their eyes blue. They all had killed an innocent in their lives.

Derek was confused. Could his mother have judged these werewolves wrongly? Maybe they had the same reason as Derek did. A kill formed in the act of mercy.

But then, the werewolf in the center steps close, holding Derek by the chin and pulling him closer.

The face close gave Derek enough details to be pulled back into an old vague fragment of his childhood.

###

He was walking in the woods with Peter, sun low against the horizon as they walked through the preserve.

“Do you think it’s fair?” Peter asked.

Derek looks up at him, confused. “What is?”

“How your mother, my sister, banished those five werewolves out of the pack because they killed that journalist?”

“You mean the one that almost found out that we were werewolves?”

Peter nodded, “do you think it’s fair?” he asked again.

###

You! Derek shouted in his mind. You killed her! Mother was fair to do this to you. To All of you!

The claws pushed into Derek’s jaw, grip tightening.

“Tell Talia to fuck herself when you see her in hell,” he said, claws placed right against Derek’s chest, right at where his heart would be.

Sweat began to trickle down his skin, fear flooding in his veins with adrenaline. Was this it? Is this how he was going to die? His heart wrenched out because of a grudge this werewolf had for his dead mother?

He really wished he had admitted his feelings to Stiles before. It would ease the pain of leaving the Earth like this.

Claws began pushing in, the pinching pain growing as they cut in. Derek winces, blood beginning to rush out where the skin was getting cut at.

Then he hears Stiles’ voice yelling incoherent gibberish from behind him accompanied by roars and the splintering of wood as the door got broken down.

The werewolf, the leader Derek assumed, looks up, the other werewolves already moving towards Stiles.

Derek couldn’t turn to look at what was happening behind him, but he heard a few metal thunks of Stiles’ baseball hitting possibly the werewolves and Scott roaring as he tried to subdue the werewolves. Of course, not kill them. Scott wouldn’t do that.

Then, a piercing pain sprouted from his chest, the sensation of claws digging in deeper as the leader of the werewolves tries to salvage his revenge from within this losing battle.

Stiles comes and kicks him right in the head, dazing him for only a while. Scott pounces right at him before they could lunge towards Stiles.

“C’mon, big guy, let’s get you outta here,” Stiles said, catching a set of keys that Scott threw at him.

He unlocks the chains and muzzles, Scott managing to tie the werewolf up with the same chain.

Silence stilled the supposed cabin.

“What should we do about them?” Stiles asked.

The leader stayed silent, his head down while the rest were knocked out temporarily.

Scott looks at Derek and so does Stiles.

Derek crouches down, meeting the one who almost clawed his heart out eye-to-eye.

“Let’s leave them here with a warning,” Derek started, “If you ever come for me or any of them, you’ll be more than just tied up in these chains and your friends will be knocked out for way more than they would be,” he said, praising himself internally for sounding so sure because he wasn’t even sure what he wanted to do with them.

“Understood?” Stiles chimed in.

They nod, too ashamed to say another word.

Derek stands back up, walking out with Stiles and Scott.

“You got rid of them for sure, but you have something else waiting for you,” Scott said to Derek, jerking his head to Stiles.

Derek slightly chuckled, looking at Stiles who was waiting for him in the jeep.

Scott puts on his helmet, starting his motorbike up as Derek makes his way to the jeep.

There was no way he was going to get comfortable in the passenger seat of that jeep as long as it was silent.

“Look, I’m sorry for sort of confessing my love to you and then almost getting killed like that,” Derek said.

He hated apologies and situations like this and would rather have it be over than suffer in the silence.

“So you meant it?” Stiles asked, “You really meant it?”

“No? No, wait, not no, I don’t know, maybe? Yes?” Derek jumbled over his words.

Stiles only laughed, “I have never heard you say anything like that ever,” he said.

Derek rolled his eyes, “shut up.” He felt his cheeks heat, a smile threatening to crack out.

He spots Stiles glancing at him for a while from the corner of his eyes.

“Aww, you’re blushing!”

“Shut. Up.”

The car slows to a stop, the sun coming up amongst the hills.

“Why’d you stop?” Derek looks at Stiles.

“Because I’m impatient and I want to do this,” Stiles said, leaning forward and kissing Derek on the lips.

It was sloppy, amateur at first, but Derek kissed back leading Stiles instead of being led and suddenly the kiss felt better and Derek never wanted to pull back. His hand goes up against the back of Stiles’ nape, trying to pull him closer. The rush of endorphins paired with another type of adrenaline than he was feeling before.

[twiceblackvelvet]

Eclipse

Request; Could I request for LOONA kim lip with prompt "were you singing my song?", fluff? Thank you! ^^

A/N; i lost this request somewhere. tumblr hates me here. i took this on a little bit of a different route than the usual because well, it wouldn’t be me if i didn’t try to be different lol. anyway! enjoy anon. sorry for the wait. 

Warm air traps you in place sitting idly, headphones placed in your ears, and a glass of water filled to the brim with ice placed beside your leg. The window slightly ajar to allow the very little breeze on offer to hit your skin, a small offering of mercy from the rays beaming down from above. Your shadow being illuminated by the deadly sun being your only companion other than the herds of people walking around the city below you. All of which likely suffering from the heatwave far worse. 

It’s calm, peaceful, albeit for the beads of sweat threatening to pour down your forehead at any given moment. The soft melody playing from your phone up to your headphones is particularly catchy, though, you’re not sure if you’ve heard it or not before now. Whoever is singing has a delightful tone that makes the hairs on your arm stand to attention. It’s beautiful you think. You quickly tap the little heart on the screen to make sure you don’t lose it amongst the playlist. 

Eclipse.

It somehow becomes the song for you in the weeks following. Every time you listen to it your ears take note to different parts of the song that you hadn’t picked up on previously. Be it the instrumental, the adlibs, or just the voice. Anyone else would have been driven to insanity after having listened to it as often as you have, and yet, you catch yourself more often than not using the repeat feature. 

Part of you doesn’t wish to learn more about the person behind the angelic voice, after all, sometimes that can lead to disappointment if it turns out they’re a beautiful singer but an awful person. Yet, the girl displayed on the screen has you more than intrigued if truth be told. You soon learn that she isn’t a solo artist as you had assumed but rather part of a group with eleven other people. After consuming all of their music in one afternoon, it becomes clear to you that whilst all of their music is to your liking, her own song stands out the most to you. 

It’s like the shuffle option on your phone just knows when to hit you with those atmospheric synths,  sitting on a train headed towards work. It’s a quiet day, people simply seated and minding their own business which is a relief. Your headphones placed firmly inside your ears, the lack of noise surrounding you is a huge upgrade from the usual commotion you’ve grown used to dealing with. Your hand resting atop your lap gently taps along to the beat as you zone out briefly until the train comes to a halt. 

Lack of people around is not a privilege you’re offered once you’re out of the station as the streets are lined with people scurrying along, likely doing the same as you. You instinctively turn the volume up to an almost deafening level before striding onward. 

Draining. That’s the only way to describe your day. Everything that could go wrong, managed to, and everything that could go right evaded you like the plague. The walk home made even more excruciating by the fact that your headphones have decided to give up on you. Every step feels like it’s going to be your last if you aren’t in the comfort and safety of your own home soon. 

Without even realizing it, you slowly begin to hum a tune as you walk, your brain’s way of offering you something to focus on other than the dark streets ahead. The lyrics soon begin to jumble out of your mouth too, not in the correct order, key or rhythm they’re supposed to, but you do your best to sound quietly decent. It’s relaxing and makes you feel a little bit more at ease. 

Well, it would, if it weren’t for some very loud steps from behind you beginning to grow closer and closer to you. Your first instinct is to swing around extremely fast and hopefully knock whoever this strange person is flying far enough away from you to be able to at least get a head start on them. However, they’re a lot quicker than you imagined and instead their body collides with your own and the two of you end up laying in a heap in the middle of the sidewalk together. 

You’ve seen this happen plenty of times on television or in films, yet what they don’t show you or explain is just how painful it is to hit the ground with force and have a whole other body on top of your own. A visit to the chiropractor will definitely be happening in the foreseeable. 

“I’m so sorry, oh my god! Are you okay?” The words hit your ears like a sharp sting, either that or this collision has truly broken your spine. “Please say something.” 

Your eyes readjust to look up at the owner of the body still uncomfortably pressed against your own. A hood is pulled up over their head but you can see some brown flowing hair poking out of the side of it. Dark eyes that are wide and alarmed, likely because you still haven’t said a word or that it’s only just become aware to them that they’re pressing down onto you. 

“Sorry, again,” the stranger apologizes once more as she finally stands up and offers a hand for you to grab. “Come on, you can’t lay there and be silent, either speak or get up at least.” A chuckle follows her words and you’re convinced it’s the softest thing you’ve ever heard. 

Latching onto her hand, you finally stand on your own two feet once more. Her grip almost crushes the bones in your own, but she relinquishes it as soon as she sees that you’re okay. 

“Do you usually run into people at full force?” You ask, annoyed tone obvious and aiming right for her. 

“N-no.” The stranger stutters. “I just got a little bit excited when I heard you singing, can you do it again?” 

Great, you think, not only has she managed to damage your entire frame but now she’s after your sanity too having overheard your out of tune singing, if you can call it that. 

“No? I wasn’t singing for you. It’s scary out here, there are random people who will run right into you after all.” 

Almost in slow motion, or maybe it’s just the trance-like state she’s put you into, the woman removes the hood covering the majority of her head. Those brown locks of hair end up sliding down her back gracefully and her features become clearer without the darkness of the material blocking them. She looks, familiar. Though you’re certain the two of you have never met before. 

“Please, just like a few seconds of it and then I’ll leave you alone, I promise.” Her begging right before you bizarrely makes your heart swell inside your chest. Never did you imagine that this was the encounter you’d be receiving when you first heard the impending footsteps behind you. 

“Why?” 

She clears her throat and looks around awkwardly as if there are people around to overhear your conversation. There isn’t. 

“I think it was my song you were singing.” Though the words exit her mouth at a normal rate, time seems to slow down between you both the more she continues. That and you’re ready for the world to swallow you whole, spit you back out, and then swallow you again. Because, yes, that familiarity you felt stems from the fact that this is Kim Lip stood right before you. “It sounded really pretty, please.”

All of the air in your lungs couldn’t force the song out of your throat even if you wanted to accept her request. But you definitely don’t. Frankly, you’re embarrassed enough and you can’t imagine how she must be feeling about it all. It’s best for both of you if you simply walk away now and forget this ever happened. Which is what you attempt to do. However, her hand latches onto your coat and pulls you back into place in front of her. 

“Come on, I’ll sing it with you.” She stares deep into your eyes. Genuine in her approach, you can’t help but give in to her request.

Despite having heard the song several times and just singing it merely seconds ago, hearing Kim Lip right before you softly let out the lyrics herself, you stumble over a few of the words which earn you a bright smile from her. Your own embarrassment being the only coherent thought in your mind other than just how perfect she sounds and that anyone would believe you’re listening to the version from your phone and not a real person before you. 

She suddenly grasps your hand, presumably to be encouraging, however, your nerves get the better of you and suddenly you can feel it shaking against her own skin. She doesn’t let go, simply holds it a little tighter.

“You’re a good singer.” She stops mid-song to not just tell you but almost convince you. Her features show that she can sense you aren’t confident in this moment but she’s imploring you to try or at least one day believe it. “Thank you so much for singing with me.”

Her hand finally let’s go of your own and she places the hood back over her head, her face darkening in the process to where all you can properly see are her sparkling eyes that you’re sure look as if they’re on the verge of tears, though, you’re unsure why. 

“Are you okay?” You decide to ask her. 

She heaves a deep sigh and looks away from you briefly before answering. 

“I’m fine, I’ve just never heard someone else sing my song yet.” The corners of her lips curve up into a brief smile before she continues. “Thank you, I should probably head back but please keep singing. I might see you around someday.” 

Before you even attempt to thank her yourself, she’s darting off just as fast as she collided with you into the night. When you began your day, never did you imagine such a thing would happen, nor are you certain it actually has, however, a quick nip to your arm proves you are awake and not in a state of sleep to dream this whole thing up. 

The Kim Lip heard you sing her song, and liked it? 

It’s a small world after all. 

[waywardodysseys]

Mercy - Oneshot

Pairing: Ezra x female reader

Warnings: violence, torture, blood, cussing, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up), female oral receiving, angst, begging

Requested?: Yes from this ask - Can we get something, either Ezra or Tovar (they don't get nearly enough love, but you are certainly making up for it with Ezra so thank you) where they've been missing and you find them being slightly tortured. You save them, you work together or at least used to, and when they are fixed it turns NSFW?

Author’s note: special shoutout to @mug-nificent​ (you know why!); pic is from a gif by @lucy-sky; Anon - this turned out differently for various reasons, reasons I am not willing to discuss...

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Oruf grabs the poker from the burning flame then approaches Ezra.

“Where is she?” Oruf’s voice is filled with anger.

Ezra pants as his eyes watch the iron stick glow orange. “None of your fucking business!”

Oruf presses the poker against Ezra’s side. He smiles as the man with the patch of blond hair screams out in agony.

Ezra pants heavily, “I, I will, never tell you!”

“Then keep enduring the pain digger, and eventually you won’t be able to take it,” Oruf smiles wickedly, “you’ll die from the burns. And she will be left alone on the Green. And my men will claim her!”

Ezra uses the strength he has, to spit in the man’s face. “She won’t let herself be found. She’s too clever for you!”

Oruf returns the poker to the flame. He holds his hand out. He wraps his fingers tightly around the needle nose pliers when he feels them against his skin and kneels in front of Ezra.

Ezra’s chest is heaving as his dark brown eyes look at the worn leathered looking face of the man in charge. Ezra knows he will never tell them where the tent is. He doesn’t want them to have you. Ezra knows what they’ll do to you. You are in his charge, you are under his care, his protection.

Oruf yanks on Ezra’s wounded arm. “You came to us, asked us for help.”

Ezra hisses. The pain is seeping into his bones. He knows the arm must go, will need to go. “Just do it!”

Oruf stabs the open wound on Ezra’s arm. He turns the needle nose pliers slowly, causing blood to flow from the wound and down Ezra’s arm.

Ezra shouts in agony as the pain rolls through his body and into his old bones.

He’s enduring this for you, and he knows you don’t care for him much, practically not at all. But after this, when he makes his way back to you, he hopes you do.

-------

Your mind is playing games on you, or you think it is, because for a split second you hear a scream off in the distance. You freeze as your eyes dart around you in the fading light. Your heartrate progressively revs up as your breathing becomes faster.

Ezra’s been missing for a couple of days. At least two sleeps. You’ve been keeping count. Your mind nags at you to find him but you mustn’t, you can’t. You know they have him.

The men who tried to buy you with a case of colorful gems. You had despised Ezra after that, loathed him was more of a better word. You loathed Ezra, yet deep down you knew, eventually, you’d have to venture out and find him.

Why did you have to be paired with such an asshole?

You hurriedly pack your tools then grab the supply bag. You get as far from where you are as quick as you can. You don’t need to be on the Green in the middle of the night, not able to find your way back to the red tent you and Ezra had been sharing for months on end because the two of you had stuck on this alien moon since the landing pod had malfunctioned upon entering the Green’s atmosphere.

“Well fuck me!” Ezra had boasted when the both of you examined the pod further.

You had sneered at his remark and rolled your eyes.

You had disliked him then and now you loathed him. Next you were going to wish he was burning in hell. Part of you was thinking about him burning in hell even though you had no idea he was being tortured clicks away with heat from burning flames.

-------

Ezra groans as he awakens. He then yelps in pain as another man presses the burning hot poker against his severed arm.

“Fuck!” He screams as his body trembles with pain and beads of sweat roll over his flesh.

“Cauterizing a wound,” the young accented male voice remarks.

“Well it goddamn fucking hurts,” Ezra seethes.

The boy snorts, “no med bays or hospitals old man. Will have to suffice with the old way of doing things.”

“You seem nice enough,” Ezra mumbles out, “you could let me go.”

The boy glances up then back down, “we need the woman. Give us the woman. We let you go.”

Ezra groans as another poker is pressed against the discombobulated flesh of his amputated arm. “Never. You all will abuse her and mishandle her.”

“Like you have?”

“I have never fucking laid a hand on her!” Ezra seethes as pain begins to boil his blood.

He’s wanted you, yes. But he hasn’t touched you even though he craves you. And even though Ezra knows you don’t want him in return, he still thinks about you in the middle of the night when his hand wraps around his cock.

Ezra will not let these men have you, even this boy. This boy wouldn’t even know how to pleasure you like he would be able to.

“Let me go boy,” Ezra grounds out, “tell them I got the upper hand.”

The boy smiles and shakes his head, “you do have a hand. But no, give us the female. Then you can go.”

“Fucking never,” Ezra’s sigh is heavy and full of frustration.

-------

In the morning light you watch men in black uniformed spacesuits walk the perimeter of the tan tented camp. Smoke bellows from circular chimneys as you walk forward through the thicket of grass. Both of your hands are on the rifle. You twist them around the metal in fear, in anxiety.

You still don’t believe you are going to do this. You’re going to rescue Ezra. You are going to rescue the goddamn asshole because last night while sitting in the tent it had been too quiet, and you had actually cussed yourself out when you realize you missed his deep drawl of a voice and those brown eyes giving you looks of bewilderment and eagerness to please.

You had thought about those looks, wondered if Ezra knew you weren’t a fan of his. Yet deep down you knew you had to do something. He wouldn’t let you rot away while these men did unspeakable acts to you.

You grip the rifle tighter and make your approach.

*

The rifle is pointed against Oruf’s worn leathered face. His eyes look up into yours.

“He doesn’t deserve rescuing,” Oruf sneers.

You grin, “I fucking know he doesn’t but he’s still my partner. I’m the one who has to deal with him.”

“Leave him to die. He’d done the same to you.”

Your finger is pressed lightly against the trigger. You killed three men on the way in here. You aren’t afraid to pull it again to add to the death count.

“Give me the asshole,” you hiss.

Oruf is quiet as he assesses you. He sighs in defeat then points towards his left.

“Bring the man,” Oruf’s voice is deflated.

Silence stretches as Ezra hobbles out from behind a curtain. He’s using a young boy as a crutch.

You take him in.

He’s battered, weak. He’s missing an arm. And you know his body is riddled with bruises.

You walk over to him and take his fragile body from the young boy’s. You wrap his one arm around your shoulders as you keep the rifle on Oruf.

“No one follows us,” you ground out, “I’m sure you don’t need more men dead.”

Oruf moves his hands in a surrendering motion. “Just go.”

You make your way out of the tent with Ezra. Hobbling your way through the greenery of the moon. Your heart is fast, and your breathing is heightened because you need to put distance between the group of men and you and Ezra. You make sure to check your six, making sure no one is following you. Thankfully no one is.

You finally make it back to the red tent. Getting Ezra inside and on a bunk before you zip the tent closed and unhook your helmet. Once you are rid of your helmet and spacesuit, you strip Ezra of his own helmet.

His eyes are closed but you can see the up and down movement of his chest.

You reach for his suit and stop. You must see what they’ve done; you need to see.

You reach for his suit again and begin to slowly roll it down his body. You don’t notice any purple or yellowing bruising. You notice burnt flesh on his side. Your eyes take in the amputated arm. The flesh is mangy yet cauterized.

Ezra’s skin is hot to the touch once you have the suit and boots off his body. You grab the med kit and begin applying a burn salve to Ezra’s burns. You yank your hands back as he groans but keep going as he moans incoherently.

You shouldn’t be giving a shit about him, but you know he needs to heal, needs the med treatment so he doesn’t die of infection or anything else.

“Fucking asshole,” you mumble under your breath as you begin applying another layer of the burn salve on his hot flesh.

“Y/N,” he utters.

“Trying to keep you alive Ezra. Don’t know why though,” you retort as you set aside the burn salve.

You reach for the bacta spray and scissors. Also making sure you have thread and needle in case you need to do any patching on his amputated arm.

“Going to apply bacta spray Ezra.”

Ezra groans, “pain medicine.”

“Later.”

Ezra groans and sighs, “now.”

You roll your eyes and grab the pain medicine. “Naproxen will have to do. Your body is hot. You have a fever.”

“Says the doctor.”

“Says the person saving your fucking life,” you hiss.

You fill a syringe of naproxen, making sure you give him the right dose. You stick the needle in his other arm.

“Goddamn,” Ezra hisses and mumbles.

“Shut up while I try to make sure you don’t die of an infection,” you retort as you take out the needle.

“Yes ma’am,” Ezra drawls as he sighs and feels the pain medicine begin to roll through his body.

You sigh as you begin applying the bacta spray to his amputated arm. While it foams you put on a pair of gloves and rub the foam into the wound, hoping the medicine will seep in and heal him. Hoping it will save him from dying.

You can’t be on this moon alone with no way back to the station.

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You spend the next couple of days making sure Ezra stays hydrated and fed. You also make sure to check the burn wounds on his side and his amputated arm. The burn wounds are healing from the burn salve. The flesh on his arm is pink with no signs of infection. Part of you grateful you paid attention in those damn medical classes you had to take aboard the station.

He watches you with his dark brown eyes. He takes in your Y/H/C hair, your tired Y/E/C eyes. He wonders how he became a burden to you because to Ezra you are treating him as though he is one.

“Talk to me,” he whispers.

You look over at him, “about what?”

“Your disdain for me.”

You raise your eyebrows.

Ezra laughs and then coughs, “guess I’m right. You do have disdain for me.”

“Let’s not talk about it,” you whisper.

“I never told them where this tent is,” Ezra hisses.

“I figured as much Ezra. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

“Those men would’ve done unspeakable things to you. Passed you around, used you, abused you.”

“You think I don’t fucking know that Ezra?!” You nearly shout at him as you stand.

Ezra musters his strength and stands on his two feet. As he takes a step forward, he stumbles.

You catch him and fall onto a bunk. You groan under his weight. He’s heavy and his shirtless chest is not helping. Your fingers itch to touch his skin but you must resist.

Ezra pins you down against the bunk. He grinds his groin against yours. His mouth turns into a grin as he watches you bite your lip. He knows you felt his hard cock. He was hard the moment he pinned your body under his.

“I need you,” Ezra grounds out as he rolls his hips once more.

“Ezra,” you half moan, half whisper as your core floods with heat.

“Y/N,” Ezra whisper as he leans down and captures your mouth with his. He risked his life, and limb, for you.

His mouth is rough against your soft mouth as the hairs from his mustache and chin scrape against your skin. You reach up and run your hands down his back. Your fingers dig into his flesh as you feel his hard cock against your core through the cloth material of your pants. You moan as you picture him thrusting his cock inside of you.

You hadn’t thought of Ezra as a means of sexual release. You didn’t care for him. You didn’t need him. And now, your body’s betraying you by wanting him.

You pull back and move out from underneath him.

“What have I done?” Ezra frowns.

“I don’t want you,” you hiss as you try to stand as far away as possible.

Ezra smirks, “your body’s telling me otherwise.”

Fuck, your mind screams as you turn away and cross your arms.

“Please,” Ezra begs, “I will do anything for you. Anything to get in your good graces, and between those legs. Anything. Please.”

You keep your back towards him.

“You want me to go back and risk it all for you? I will.” Ezra nearly shouts in his drawl of a deep voice. “Apparently I am not good enough for you!”

“You’ve been a pain in my side Ezra! A pain my ass!” You shout as you turn and face him.

“What have I done besides being your partner? Protecting you?”

“You’ve existed!” You scream at the top of your lungs.

Ezra blinks his eyes slowly at you. He looks down with sadness, hurt. He knew you didn’t care for him, but this? This was pure hatred. He wanted to make you feel better. He needed to make you feel better. You made him weak in the knees and he knows he needs to prove it.

Ezra kneels on the floor of the tent. His voice is shaky as he talks, “please Y/N. I will do anything for you, to you. I will beg on my knees for the rest of my life to have you. I want you; I need you. You make me weak. I am at your will; I am at your mercy.”

Ezra has crawled to where you are standing. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses his head against your stomach.

You’re quiet as Ezra takes one of your arms. He kisses your wrist, making sure he scrapes the hair from his cheeks along your skin. You inwardly moan at the sensation it sends through your body.

Ezra moves his hands around to your front. His fingers move down the front of your pants. He buttons and unzips them. He uses his hand and teeth to pull the fabric down over your hips.

Ezra moans at the sight of the bottom half of your naked body. He pushes your pants down further.

“Sit down,” Ezra’s plea is a whisper.

“Ezra.” Your voice is airy and shaky.

“Please sit down,” he whispers.

You look into his eyes as you sit down on the bunk.

Ezra’s kneels between your legs and removes your pants, throwing them off to the side. He kisses your inner thighs as he makes his way to your core. His eyes remain focused on your eyes as he licks up your folds.

You bite your lip and suck in a breath.

“Anything,” Ezra whispers as he opens your folds and runs his tongue up.

He begins flicking your clit lightly.

One of your hands grasp the bunk while the other hand moves to Ezra’s head. You run your fingers though his short brown hair as his tongue begins circling your clit faster. Your orgasm rises inside of you as pleasure spreads throughout your entire body.

“Ehz—Ezra,” you moan as your toes curl.

Your body trembles under his tongue as your fingers pull on his hair.

Ezra keeps his tongue against your clit as he feels your body tremble under his touch. His cock is rock hard. He’s aching to be inside of you. He needs to be inside of you. He knows he is at your mercy because you are the only one who can give him the release he needs.

Ezra kisses your inner thighs as his hand palms your core. He inserts two fingers inside of you. He moans at your wetness. His cock aches to be buried deep inside of your pussy.

Ezra stands, his eyes are on you. “Watch me Y/N.”

Your eyes roam over his body then watch his hand undo his pants and reveals his hard thick cock to you. Your eyes watch as his fingers rub his cock with your juices.

“Always hard for you,” Ezra moans, “fuck!”

You watch Ezra stroke himself. He arches his back, tilts his head to the side and closes his eyes.

“I need to be inside of you Y/N,” Ezra sucks in a breath.

“Lie down on the bunk,” you whisper as you stand.

You press his hand against his chest, walking him back towards the bunk he had been lying on for days.

Ezra lies back on the bunk and watches as you remove your top. He growls as he sees your naked breasts. He moans loudly as he watches you climb onto the bunk and straddle his body.

You lean down and whisper, “how badly do you need me Ezra?”

“I need you like I need air to breathe. Without you I wouldn’t have survived. You kept me going, you keep me alive. I need you for my very survival. I need you for the rest of my days,” Ezra’s voice is truthful and airy.

You lean back as your hand finds his cock. You raise your body and slowly sink yourself onto his girthy and lengthy cock.

Ezra’s hand moves to your hip, which he squeezes tightly as he feels your pussy wrap around his cock.

“Fuck!” Ezra grounds out.

Your pussy is tight, wet, hot. He’s in pure bliss at finally feeling you wrapped around him. Ezra growls as he feels your pussy clench his cock once you’ve settled onto his entire length.

“Oh, heaven yes,” Ezra whispers as you begin rolling your hips slowly and teasingly.

You splay your hands on Ezra’s chest as you begin riding him. His cock is deep inside of you and your enjoying this, enjoying Ezra. A man you thought you couldn’t find as a means of sexual release. A man you loathed was now giving you pleasure. A man who begged for you. A man who needs you to survive, like you knew you needed him to survive on this alien moon.

Ezra’s orgasm is cresting quickly inside of him as his eyes watch you. He takes in your bouncing breasts, the way you bite your lip as you roll your hips down, the way you move your head as roll your hips up. He knows the next time he takes you; he’s going to have you under him so he’s able to kiss your soft mouth.

“Y/N,” Ezra growls as he thrusts up deep inside of you. His orgasm rocks his body, making him thrust up again. He wants to empty himself completely inside of you.

“Ezra,” you whisper as your own orgasm consumes you while your fingers dig into his flesh.

Ezra doesn’t mind your fingers marking his flesh. The pain from everything has subsided. All that matters to him is you. To him, you are the air he needs. You are the means for his survival.

Ezra leans up and brushes his mouth against yours and pulls you against him. He lies back against the bunk, keeping his mouth glued to yours.

You return his kiss as your hands cup his cheeks then move one through his hair.

You pull back breathlessly, “I need to move.”

“No!” Ezra hisses as his hand wraps tightly around you. “Stay like this. Please. I don’t mind the pain. I have you.”

“Ezra,” you whisper.

“Stay Y/N,” Ezra whispers as he presses his lips against yours again.

Minutes later you place your head in the crook of his neck as one your hands find a blanket and cover your intertwined bodies.

You know Ezra’s drifting off to sleep as you feel his hand traveling over your skin lightly. He then moves his hand into your hair and kisses your temple.

Ezra sighs contently, and you smile in the darkness.

Knowing Ezra will always be at your mercy.

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Requested by: Anon

Request: Hi, can you do B26 and B41 for Daniel Ricciardo? Thank you :)

Prompts: B26*- “Each Of My Thoughts About You Are Improper.” & B41*- “You’re Mine And I Don’t Share.”

A/N: This is the first time I’ve tried writing something like this, I hope I did all right.

Warnings: Hair pulling, Daniel tying (Y/n)’s hands behind her back, teasing, vibrator, oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, and then I guess sort of possessive Dan?

Word Count: 2.3K

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Daniel held two soda’s in his hand as he stared at his girlfriend speaking to some guy he didn’t know, he walks up to them as she laughs at something he had told her, he wraps his arm around her and gives a wide smile to the other person.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Daniel asks, he was jealous but he wasn’t going to show it.

“Oh, Ricky was just telling me this joke.” (Y/n) says, Daniel nods his head, he didn’t care about the joke, some stranger was flirting with his girl.

“Oh, all right,” Daniel says. “Do you mind if I steal her away for a moment?” Before (Y/n) could protest Daniel has already pulled her away from the stranger.

“What’s going on, Dan?” (Y/n) asks, she had yet to realize how jealous he was.

“Nothing,” Daniel says.

“Then what do you need? I was talking to Ricky.” (Y/n) says, he frowns at her statement.

“And I didn’t like that,” Daniel says, (Y/n) looks up at him as she realizes that he was jealous.

“Wait, are you jealous?” (Y/n) asks, a faint smirk on her lips.

“No.” Daniel answers. “You’re mine and I don’t share.” (Y/n) softly chuckles nodding her head.

“I can’t believe you’re jealous of a complete stranger.” (Y/n) says. “So, where are we going?” He was leading her away from the beach.

“Back to the hotel,” Daniel says.


“Oh, and what are we going to do there?” (Y/n) asks.

“I’m going to make sure everyone here knows that you’re mine.”

Daniel’s lips attach to hers as the door to their room closes, the soda’s discarded on their way to the hotel, he pulls her closer to him and slides his hands down her back and stops just underneath her ass, he lifts her up ad she wraps her legs around his waist instinctively, he walks towards the couch and lays her down getting on top of her in seconds, his hands move up underneath her shirt as his lips brush down her jawline, she arches back grinding herself against him.

“Each of my thoughts about you are improper,” Daniel mutters, he moves his hands to her hips and pushes her down against the couch. “Is that how want to play it?” (Y/n) softly moans underneath him, giving him an answer. “What a shame we didn’t bring the handcuffs.” He begins lifting her shirts, his knuckles ghostly bruising over her skin as he pulled the shirt upwards, he quickly discards the shirt.

“Oh, how glad I am, now I can touch you when I please.” (Y/n) softly says, a mischievous smirk covered Daniel’s lips.

“Do that, and you’ll wait longer for a release,” Daniel says, his fingers playing with the button on her jeans before undoing it, he unzips her jeans and tugs at it, she lifts her hips and he removes her jeans as he shifts around, trying to get into a more comfortable position, he lets out a sigh and got up from the couch. “Get up.” He instructs as he undoes his belt, (Y/n) stood up from the couch. “Turn around.” She loved when he became dominant, it made her wet just thinking about being tied up and being at his mercy, she turns around and he unclasps her bra.

“You’re in a hurry today.” (Y/n) states, he removes her bra tossing it aside.

“As I said, you’re mine and I don’t share,” Daniel says, she could hear him remove his belt from his jeans. “And I found something interesting this morning.” He brings her hands behind her back and ties her hands together using his belt. “Sit.” He orders, (Y/n) could feel the excitement running through her veins and sat down on the edge of the couch, Daniel walks around the couch going to the bedroom of the hotel leaving her confused.

“Okay, where are you going?” (Y/n) asks.

“I’m just getting something,” Daniel says, what could he be getting? She thought to herself, she leans back against the couch, her legs spreading as she leaned back, Daniel returns hiding something behind his back. “Perfect, you’re already in position.” Daniel kneels down in front of her, using his upper body to spread her legs wider.

“What are you hiding?” (Y/n) asks, curiosity laced in her voice.

“Something, that I can’t believe you even dared to bring along,” Daniel says, (y/n) tilts her head in confusion but soon saw the pink bullet vibrator she had sneaked along.

“How did you know?” (Y/n) asks, she wasn’t sure if she did want him to find it or not, she had no idea why she had brought it along either.

“Did you really think you could hide this from me?” Daniel asks, an innocent smile appears on (Y/n)’s lips.

“How did you even know I have one?” (Y/n) asks, Daniel lays the vibrator against the inside of her thigh.

“If you’re going to order something from Amazon, at least make another account,” Daniel says, he glances at the pink vibrator. “I don’t mind that you bought one, I just want to know why you brought it along?” (Y/n) was at loss for words, not sure how to respond she didn’t respond at all. “All right, if that’s how we’re going to play it.” He turns it on moving it closer to her covered pussy, he presses it against her covered pussy lips watching her reaction, she sucks in a deep breath feeling the vibrations almost reaching her clit. “Why did you bring it? Did you think I wasn’t going to fuck you on this trip?”

“Mhm.” (Y/n) hums, not really giving a proper response, he pulls the vibrator away and moves her underwear to the side before pressing the vibrator against her. “Oh.” She gasps.

“Did you think I would be gone long enough for you to use this?” Daniel asks, he dips the vibrator between her pussy lips pressing it just above her throbbing clit.

“Mhm.” (Y/n) softly moans, Daniel moves the vibrator away causing her to whine at the loss of pleasure, she wanted to reach out to grab his hands but couldn’t.

“We’re going to play this my way,” Daniel says, he tugs at her underwear with one hand, she lifts her hips and he moves the vibrator over her thighs as he removes her underwear with his free hand, he spreads her legs wider, exposing her, exposing just how wet she was. “Look at that, look how wet you are.” He moves the vibrator to the inside of her thigh slowly moving it closer to her pussy, he teases her by moving it over her pussy brushing it against her clit.

“Dan.” (Y/n) whines, she had no idea how much she could handle, but this was only the start.

“Why did you bring it?” Daniel asks, he moves the vibrator to hover above her clit teasing her, she could feel the vibrations barely touching her which drove her crazy.

“Dan, please.” (Y/n) pleads, she didn’t have a real answer for him. 
“Why’d you bring it?” Daniel asks, she could feel an orgasm slowly building as he teased her.

“I don’t- I don’t know.” (Y/n) breathes out. “OH GO— DANIEL!” She moans feeling press the vibrator against her clit, the tightening in her lower stomach building.

“I don’t like that answer,” Daniel says, he slowly moves the vibrator up and down coating it with her wetness, her clit twitching each time he moved the vibrator away.

“Hm, I’m close.” She breathes out, Daniel could see it as she pushed her chest out and her breathing became short, he moves the vibrator away from her.

“DAN!” (Y/n) screams, her orgasm subsiding, sweat droplets had formed on her skin.

“I think you deserve to be punished,” Daniel says, she breathed hard as she looked at him, his eyes dark with lust and hunger, she knew he was hungry for her, but he was going to have his way with her first before giving her what she wanted.

“Daniel, please.” (Y/n) softly begs, his free hand squeezed her thigh as he moves the vibrator against her clit again. “DANIEL!” She squirmed in his grasp, he loved seeing her so vulnerable in front of him, he could see the muscles of her stomach tightening as another orgasm builds.


“Do you know what I just realized?” Daniel asks, he gazed into her eyes as she struggled to keep them open. “We haven’t had lunch yet.” He turns the vibrator off and removes it from her clit, her orgasms subsiding once again. “I think I’ll have dessert first.” He places the vibrator aside and wraps his arms around her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch, she watched him as she moves closer to her pussy, his tongue brushes against her clit making her gasp.

“Daniel.” She mumbles, she could feel his hands massaging her upper thighs as his tongue glided over her pussy, his tongue flicking over her clit every few seconds teasing her, she wanted to run her hands through his hair and pull at it. “Daniel.” Her orgasm building once again, his lips wrap around her sensitive clit sucking on it, her breathing became short as her orgasm approaches quicker this time. “Daniel, please.” He inserts three fingers inside her entrance, feeling her walls clench around his fingers he knew how close she was. “Please, don’t stop.” He curls his fingers inside her. “GO-“ He pulls away from her clit and looks up at her, a devilish smirk on his lips.

“Not yet,” Daniel says.

“I shouldn’t have brought it! I’m sorry.” (Y/n) breathes out. “I don’t know why I did.” His fingers slowly thrust in and out of her.

“I think you just like being punished,” Daniel says. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have brought it.” He removes his fingers from her and stood from the ground, he removes his shirt and undoes the button on his jeans. “I want you to be a good girl and suck me.” He removes his jeans along with his underwear, his hard cock being freed from the clothing, she licks her lips as her eyes fall on his cock. “And just maybe I’ll consider making you feel good.” He helps her to her feet and takes a seat on the couch, she carefully kneels down in front of between his legs. “Do you want to be a good girl?”

“Yes.” (Y/n) softly says. “I want to be a good girl.” She leans closer to him and he gathers her hair into a ponytail.

“Show me how good,” Daniel says, she brushes her tongue around the tip of his cock before taking the tip in her mouth, softly sucking him, she could feel her hair softly being pulled, she lowers her head slowly taking more of him in her mouth. “Fuck, I love that mouth of yours.” She looks up at him watching his reaction as she uses her tongue to cause more pleasure, he throws his head back in pleasure as he pulls at her hair. “Fuck.” She moans as he pulled her hair causing vibrations on his cock, causing him more pleasure. “Fuck, I won’t last long.” She could feel his cock twitch inside her mouth as she moves her head up and down, her tongue flat against the bottom of his cock. “I need to be inside you.” He pulls her hair, pulling her away from his cock.

“Have I been a good girl?” (Y/n) asks innocently, he stood from the couch and walks around her, he helps her to her feet and undoes the belt, his lips brush against her earlobe.

“Very good,” Daniel whispers in her ear, sending shivers up her spine. “You deserve a reward.” She turns around as soon as she heard the belt being dropped to the ground, he pulls her against his body kissing her passionately, she could feel his hard cock pressing against her. “Jump.” He mutters against her lips, she did as he ordered and jumped wrapping her legs around his waist, he lays her down on the couch with him on top of her placing one of his hands next to her head, he wraps his hand around his cock guiding himself to her entrance.

“Oh, mhm.” She moans feeling him entering her, she had been waiting too long for him to be inside her, he moves his hand away from his cock placing it next to her torso.

“You feel so good around me,” Daniel says, his cock filling her pussy as he thrusts into her.

“Oh, Dan.” She breathes out, the feeling of him filling her up driving her crazy, she knew she wouldn’t last long with all the teasing he had done, her fingers entangled in his hair. “Mhm, harder.” His thrusts became rougher, she pulls at his hair the harder he thrusts into her. “Fuck, Dan.” He could feel her walls clenching around his cock, a tightening in her lower stomach building, her mind slowly became clouded as she approached her orgasm, her walls milking his cock for an orgasm as well.

“Fuck, baby doll.” Daniel moans, his cock twitching inside her, he reaches between them and brushes his finger against her clit.

“Go- Fuck.” (Y/n) moans, his finger rubbed her clit. “Dan.” She breathes out, her eyes become clouded.


“Fuck, look how good you look,” Daniel says, he could feel himself became weak as he releases himself inside her, but he wasn’t going to stop until she had her release, his thrusts slowed down as she clenched around him.

“Oh.” She moans, the tightening her lower stomach disappears as she releases around his cock, her legs shake with pleasure as she pulled his hair. “Go-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence due to the pleasure, Daniel loved seeing her fall apart underneath him, the sight was breathtaking.

“You look so beautiful,” Daniel says, both of them breathing hard from their orgasms, he pulls out from her. “You’re mine.” He stood watching her as she watched her breath. “I’ll go run you a bath.”

“I hope plan on joining.” (Y/n) mutters, she was still in a daze.

“I wasn’t going to let you wash yourself,” Daniel says. “I created this mess, I should clean my mess.”

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