#THE VISUAL OF HIM PUSHING HIS HEAD DOWN W HIS THUMB

[c0llisiion]

DAY 4 — HOSEOK

★ npr, f!reader, dubcon, intoxicated!reader, ceo!jh, fingering— lmk if i missed any!; W/C: 625

Hello! This is part of my kinktober list! Day4 is officially out <3

This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable.

[ visuals <3 (18+!) ]

You didn’t know what was going on. Your mind was elsewhere. Blown. Hazy. One thing you know is you were drinking your 4th shot of tequila, and the next thing is you feel slender, long fingers rubbing your pussy, seemingly in the oh so familiar room of your bosses. You could feel a hot breath against you, murmuring words that you weren’t able to register; all you could feel was his fingers slowly teasing your hole. 

You threw your head back as the desire started coursing through your veins. “Yeah… just like that… relax for me…” he said softly. You gulped, feeling yourself get hotter and wetter as he continued venturing into your pussy. “Mmm… I always wanted to do this yk..?” He said with a dark chuckle. You turned your head towards the voice, and your eyes went wide at the sight that beheld you. Your own boss. Hoseok immediately catches the fact that you noticed him and plunges his fingers in your pussy, earning a soft whine from you. Your back arched off his chest, and your hand lazily held onto his wrist as his ring and middle finger immediately curled into your sopping wet pussy. You whine and whimper. “Shhh… its alright… i got you… i got you alright? Just relax for me… let me play with you for sometime, okay?” He reassured you. You were still dazed, the alcohol still in your system, and you were completely at his mercy. You did as he said and relaxed into his touches, having no other way out of this. Hoseok smirked and placed a kiss on your bare shoulders. “Yeah thats it baby… I'm going to take good care of you… gonna make you feel so good…” he said while placing wet kisses up your neck and down your shoulder. His fingers drove in and out of your pussy, loud squelches and wet sounds bounced off the office room walls, curling into your sweet spot and making you squirm and moan out in pleasure. His thumb found your neglected clit before pressing down on your hard nub, all while watching your reactions to his ministrations. “Feels good, doesn’t it? I can feel your tight little puss clenching around my fingers..” he said lowly. Your mind was hazy with pleasure and intoxication. Your hips moved involuntarily against his fingers. Hoseok chuckled, “Eager, aren’t we?” His other hand trailed up your body and cupped your tender tits, pulling down the fabric of your top. He tugged and played with your nipples, making you whine and whimper, pussy getting wetter and wetter. “So soft… fuck you’re addicting…” He pressed harder against your clit, drawing rough circles on the sensitive bud using his thumb, making you reach climax. Hoseok's fingers worked faster against your cunny, his pace becoming faster. Your breath got labored at his sudden increase in speed, hoseok breathing heavily behind you as well. “Fuckkkk… your pussy is so warm baby.. taking in my fingers so well..” He pulled out and slapped your cunt before drilling his fingers back in. You cried out as the pleasure got more intense, thighs trembling and body convulsing. Hoseok slapped your tits harshly, making you groan and whimper. He could feel your walls clench around him, signaling that you were close. He pushed his fingers further in you and curled into your walls at an inhumane pace. Your mouth dropped to an ‘o’ shape, and you could feel the knot in your stomach seeking release. “Fuckkkkk!!!” With a loud curse, you squirted all over hoseoks carpet, the gray color now a darker grey. He smirked and pulled his fingers out, gently laying you against the sofa. 

He got up and settled himself in between your legs. “get ready for more, princess…” 

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[slttygeto]

1:49 — “i didn’t think you’d be into an old man like me”

pairing: principal! yaga x teacher! reader

note: had this horrible thought about yaga…… so this is very self indulgent.

c.w: age gap (reader is in late-20s, yaga is 47), perv! yaga, reader is a teacher at jujutsu high (but yaga met her when she was still getting started w jujutsu. if you’re uncomfortable with that, please dont read it) fucking in his office, p in v, protected sex.

thinking about teacher! reader and principal! yaga who pretend like they have the most respectful relationship, but in reality he’s bending her over his desk and fucking her brains out whenever he gets the chance to.

it’s a bit complicated at first, he tries to tell himself that he shouldn’t think of you this way but it’s been a couple of years and you’ve grown…so beautifully, and so his eyes can’t help but wander down to your legs that seem to have gotten smoother and looked so nice to hold, or the way your face and voice are much more mature now. but yaga still tells himself to stop and find something else to focus on.

only to find out that you were probably thinking of him the same way. you hold eye contact for too long, you’re always playing with your hair when he’s talking to you and fucking god—those eyes you give him. he always has to clear his throat and look away because he can feel himself harden in his pants.

so when he finally has you in his office, on his desk with your legs spread open and your arousal smeared on his beard, he almost shuts down and he tells himself to focus—on your pussy, on the way your clit throbs at the slightest attention, at how your arms shake as you try to hold yourself up and whine to him that you “just wanna cum” and yaga almost loses it.

“yeah, you wanna cum?” his thumb rubs circles on your clit and he coos when you purse your lips and nod in response, lustful eyes looking down at him and hoping he would just give in.

“where? on my cock?” and when your eyes roll to the back of your head at the thought of his fat cock rearranging your insides, yaga has to take a moment and think of what he could’ve possibly done to turn you on this much or have you this attracted to him.

“your cock,” you’re out of breath when you say it. “please.”

yaga stands back up and slaps a condom on and pushes past your folds slowly, making sure that you were okay. he glances towards you and curses under his breath when he finds you looking down at where his cock was slowly entering you. you could feel every inch of him, and fuck was he big.

you were expecting it given the sheer size of the man, but now that he was moving inside you and slowly fucking you stupid, you were starting to think that maybe you weren’t made for his cock and so you voice it out and the man loudly disagrees.

“not made to take my cock? look at you,” he grabs the back of your head and makes you look down, adding another sharp thrust that makes you lose your breath for a second. “that pussy is taking me better than any i’ve had,” he grips your hair and keeps you in place, he forces to watch as your pussy swallows every inch of him so greedily and when he notices how the visual makes you so fucked out, he lets you lie down on the desk and starts pounding into you so hard that you yelp with every thrust.

“perfect,” thrust. “pretty,” thrust. “pussy.” his big hands were gripping your waist, and you were certain that his hold was gonna bruise your skin just because of how firmly he was grabbing you.

“fuck, i didn’t think you’d be into an old man like me,” he says out of breath and you just wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer.

“old men fuck me better.” you say in a sultry tone and yaga unwraps your legs from around his waist and pins them to your chest and starts pounding into you.

the sound of skin slapping against each other fills his office very quickly. his grunts and your moans were obscene, and you were sure that if anyone were to walk past the room they’d hear the filthiest sounds.

after a couple of strokes, you cum on yaga with a loud cry and he finishes shortly after you. he buries his face in your neck and the realization of what just happened slowly sinks in and he feels horrible about it.

2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.

[vividxpages]

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You giggled towards the ceiling, your legs stretched into the air above you as Jace put some warm and fuzzy socks onto your feet. Laying on the bed, your eyes had a perfect view of Jacaerys biting his tongue as he made sure your socks fit perfectly on you and you couldn’t help but laugh, your boyfriend’s concentrated expression already too much for your bubbly heart.

It was Sunday and Sunday meant laundry day.

You never would’ve guessed the chore to quickly become your favorite thing to do with Jace ever since you moved in together, but here you were. The sun was streaming brightly into your bedroom and Jace and you still wore your pajamas, his dark hair disheveled from the pillows and your hands running through them earlier. Mornings like these meant waking up in each other’s arms, starting the washing machine next door in the bathroom and crawling back underneath the covers together until it was time to put them in the dryer and make breakfast.

Now, with both your bellies filled with something deliciously cheesy, Jace and you were folding the clothes on your bed.

“Stop wiggling, baby.” Jace grinned at you and your snickers and you squealed when he playfully bit into your foot. “I know how you love these socks, let me actually put them on you!”

“But they are on me.” You wheezed, out of breath and playfully setting your other foot against his chest to push. “Jace, you can’t put all of the clean laundry on me simply because they’re warm.”

Jace smiled and shrugged, gently setting your legs back down and helping you sit up. Around you, various heaps of already folded laundry rested, ready to be sorted into the closet you shared. There were Jace’s oversized shirts, mostly merch from DJs he liked, and your blouses and skirts, underwear and lots of his jeans and a jacket he recently had worn by the firepit at his parents’ house.

You gasped in delight when you spotted a baby blue soft sweater which Jace pulled from the laundry basket and held up. He shot you an affectionate look, knowing exactly that it was your favorite piece of clothing he owned.

When the two of you had freshly become a couple, you had always found ways to steal it, even wrapping it around your pillowcase at home when Jace was away on a family vacation once. Now, with the two of you living together, there was no need for you to steal it anymore.

You made grabby hands for it, looking at him with big sweet eyes he knew he could never resist. “Can I have it? Please.”

“I thought there’s no need to put all the clean stuff on you, because it’s warm?” He teased you, but didn’t pull back when you touched the sleeve, your hand brushing over the cotton soft fabric.

“It’s not just warm.” You looked at him tenderly. “It’s you.”

The words flew right into his heart, nestling themselves into the little home you had made yourself in there. He cupped your face and gently brushed over your cheek with his thumb.

“C’mere, baby.” He mumbled, holding your hips and pulling you towards the edge of the mattress, your arms lifting eagerly as he slid the sweater over your head. You sighed at the comfiness surrounding you and sunk back into bed, the warmth and faint smell of your boyfriend in the fabric enough to make you long for a long nap in it.

Jace smiled at your adorable state, the next piece of clothing forgotten in his hands. “There you go. Feeling comfy?”

You slurred a positive answer, pulling the hood up over your head and cuddling yourself into his sweater, your pajama pants peeking out from under it and making Jace’s eyes wander.

“You can go back to sleep if you’d like.” Jace said softly, squeezing your ankle and encouraging you. “We’re almost done anyways.”

“Noo, I’ll help…in just a minute, okay?” You did not look like you wanted to get up anytime soon, a little blue starfish spread out in Jace’s clothes. He chuckled and continued to fold both of your laundry, the day still young and laying ahead for the two of you.

“Don’t worry. Take all the time you need.”

[instantpansies]

OKAY here's my edits added!! op i hope you don't mind. thank you so much for transcribing everything in the first place that's a gigantic project omg. here's my big list of reblogs where i filled in some blanks (i used the insta reel, youtube short, and pictures from this post to patch together extra shots and when possible higher-quality versions to find more words!)

picture 1:

???? chicken head funnier (okay genuinely op i am amazed that you could make out anything on this picture. incredible i am bowing to you)

picture 2:

first page

REACTIONATOR

Ke?ps (my guess is maybe this is the name of the ep???? i have no idea.) Speakers all over town People's phones

Therapist Doof & Candace

Therapist thinks she is crazy but is tactful

the shrink is delusional ex???g?s (evenings???) or exercise That is the catalyst for Cand being delusional

Candace "It's a Wonderful life" - After actual bust C sees everyone doing much worse she feels bad -

FAMILY - I think you should discuss it OLIV: CRUISE SHIP - P&F START W/ SMALL CAND VAN/DOOF LAST CHANCE TO BOND CANDACE A / PERRY BACK ->

second page

Doof's DEI W/^ C's Therapist office. (this is below "Doof's DEI", i'm thinking this is meant as one line: "Doof's DEI office. w/C's therapist")

Doof sees therapist

Ferb is next a Speech Therapist

Doof trauma-dumping on therapist

Therapist "The real self-destruct button is in your head"

Therapist does ExNemesis-therapist (guessing he meant "therapy", idk)

Therapist sees - "WAIT, ^ I GET IT, what Candace is doing gets taken away by what HE'S DOING --"

Doof/Boys regular take-away That she sees - but she can't tell them can't tell them this because of CLIENT CONFidentiality ALL DANVILLE CRUISE OLIVIA: DOOF AND VANESSA ON CRUISE SHIP (on side: ALL CHARACTERS) THERAPIST ?? THRU LINDANA LAUGHING: IT'S A REACTIONINATOR STACY (...?...) PER(RY?) ? BLACKMAIL SECRET LINDANA ? I EVER TELL YOU ABOUT (........?.....) W/ LINDANA WHOSE SOLVED MYSTERIES

picture 3:

(script on table) PHINEAS AND FERB

"VANESSAY"

Written by Martin Olson & Olivia Olson

Dt 1.0 - Tues 4-9-24

picture 4:

VANESSAY Change tennis to play ground.

Roger & Slushy guy not Zapped

ROG - REFLECTS RAY W/ his teeth - set up teeth FIST. (fast? first?) Doof: Strong jaw -

AGENT T THUMB NOTes

"UP THE CHIMNEY IS A WEIRD VISUAL PUN" Stacy: "ya know we have a front door."

C & Stacy w/ animal sounds joke sequence - CUT DOWN?

MONO - "Four seasons of this show" Why did I think he's evil?

TO LIV for Vanessay Playground - See how Doof throws (thinks??) trap suits scene - A HANDLED WINOW BOX

Stace: "Heyyy I also made ANIMAL NOISES!" CUT TO BLACK

⭐Stace pushes J?y(?) (Jeremy?) out of doorway

DIMIN: after "SHORTY" - No prize is worth this! ->

picture 5:

T For Teen

For LIV - SC 916 leaps into air & does triple flip & lands ready to fight

⭐Pitch as buttons for each SC ^ T for Teen

EXEC Notes - THURS - T FOR TEEN: 1:45 end of C/Stacy annual ? SC suden cut to end wide SHOT w "NAPKINS"

MEAP - PT2 S&P CONCERNS

"you know we have a front door!" Is up the chimney a visual pun? (There is an arrow leading to these lines from the starred note above)

picture 6:

MEAP PT 2 - THUMBNOTES

22 C to Meap "Uh-uh! An exploding ship gives us away!" (CLUMSY)

Fix pronunciation "ST. LOIS" (<- ACT READ?) joke C is shushed by Meap

TIDY UP - don't have everyone say "Don't forget to flush"

C pressing red button to explode sound! (looks like "sand" but i think it's "sound") ship sucks!

Brenda joke sexist "None one tracks U thru the universe more than your wife"

picture 7:

501 PT1 EXEC NOTES - Bigger intro of Doof instead of him on Yearbook 10:27 BUF throws away Constitution but not in X IRVING Beat ^ #2 too quick to read

DECONSTRUCTING THUMBATIC -

Instead of "PSYCHOSIS" "PHANTASMA"

607 - ISA HAIR - 704 - OWCA Shredding SC.

C feels good - "I go thru that every day"

12 min: Viewers see the Murder Board

BIBLIO BLAST ANIM NOTES

Perry incompetent - Smashes into Doof's Roof CUT DOWN) PLANTS SURROUNDING ATTACKING CUT DOWN Doof /Per table start w/Doof: We have to HIT SELF- DESTRUCT! 904 - CUT DOWN 946 - START W/ 963 PAN

picture 8:

page one

SKELETONS WALKING (YALL IM SCREAMING. I CAUGHT A SHOT OF DAN TURNING THE PAGE AND THE WHOLE SONG TITLE IS VISIBLE. HERE'S THE IMAGE)

We're SW - along by the River We sit on a rock & the wind makes us shiver We're SW - in love w each other again

V2: The life all around us - it all seems so REAL The meaning confounds us - cuz nothing's revealed We're SW in love w/ each other again

MIDDLE 1: From nothing, we hurtle Towards each other again Our love seems to circle Without any end

V3: The cloud of Unknowing has such beautiful colors But where's it all going Except(?) towards one another? We're SW - in love w/ each othe

MIDDLE 2: We seek out each other Everytime we appear Sometimes we find another Before we disappear

INSTRUMENTAL W DANCING SKELETON

page two

S. W.

MIDDLE 3: The breeze says to hug her And show how we feel Slowly healing each other Every turn of the wheel

REPEAT V1: So basically - We're SW Along by the river We sit on a porch and The wind makes us shiver We're SW - in love w/ each other We're SW in love w/ each other again

JOSH - The Power of (ik it looks like "paver" - but my guess is, this song is called "The Power of Love" OR a fakeout word instead of love)

picture 9: (ok it's very hard to get a clear screenshot of these pages. i managed to grab one with just barely more info on it so there'll be like. three extra words here)

TIS MENTA WHILE (SKEL)ETONS DANCE

(MIDD)LE 3: (The br)eeze says to hug her (And s)how how we feel (Sl)owly healing each other (Ev)ery turn of the wheel

REPEAT V1: (So basically)

We're SW Along by the river We sit on the rocks and The wind makes us shiver We're SW In love w/ each other again

picture 10:

(C)RUISIN' NOTES (...?...) SWAMPY

(p)erhaps since they're trapped Let's get do Mom: C, there ? a np(??) back for the birds to build so..?

Bermuda 🔺 element

Tri-State Triangle

"It's like the Bermu(da triangle) totally different

(Teen lounge) pop & P&F build a j

Too much like (it's blank after this, not covered)

Dan wants ct to PLANE to cruise

IF Doof is not an dog fight w/ Doof

Jon said we turn it story where Doof's in in the clouds - There's another

(here's the img i used to find a couple more words)

picture 11:

It's a whole new summer Perry

Earthquake

Mom is laughing so hard she can't look

STARING CONTEST - TRY NOT TO LAUGH --

Candace has to be serious at Jeremy's LARPING TOURNAMENT but she laughs

picture 12:

STORY IDEA: Perry has a di Shall he give save his GINGER ST ^ STACY'S MOM - MS. HI(RANO)

Perry sick,

"Can you take

CANDACE

P&F CANOE RACE

LAUGHTRACK-INATOR

START sat????m - REveal Doof hits them w/ a (arrow to "laughtrack-inator") Doof keep cranking it up

Doof raises wall of audience behind at himself(?)

LAUGH-INATOR

CUT TO SURGEON HEART

Norm: Good mg sir! Doof: But (Bust??) I programmed you to

picture 13: (as op says, this doesn't add much to picture 2, though i did use it to fill in some blanks up there.) (along side) LINDANA 80'S COP MOVIE - GUEST ON DOOFENPUS

and that's it!!!

once again, MASSIVE props to op for transcribing this oh my word. I had so much fun going through everything!! so excited for the new episodes this is so cool. SKELETONS WALKING AAAAAH anyways, if anyone else has additions, insight, or stuff we missed, let me know i'll add it in!!

ive been looking at this for hours today im actually unwell how did you do this op

Dan posted this video that gave us a HUGE peek into Martin's notes about episodes they're working on...

Screenshots (with about 90% ID of what's visible, bless his handwriting) under the cut! Fair warning, it's long, but there's a lot going on here, and it's so much to think about!

picture 1: ????? chicken head funnier

picture 2: (first page) Reactionator

? Speakers all over town People's phones Therapist Doof & Candace

Therapist thinks she is crazy but is tactful

The shrink is delusional ? ? exercise that is the catalyst for Cand. being delusional

Candace "It's A Wonderful Life" -- After actual bust C sees everyone doing much worse she feels sad

Family - I think you discuss it Cruise Ship - P&F Van/Doof Last chance to Candace A / Perry back

(second page) Doof's DEI W/A C's Therapist

Doof same therapist

Ferb is next a speech therapist

Doof trauma-dumping on therapist

Therapist "The real self-destruct button is in your head"

Therapist does ex(?)nemesis - therapist

Therapist sees - "WAIT, I GET IT, what Candace is doing gets taken away by what HE'S DOING--"

(note going down side of page) GUEST ON DOOFENPUSS

Doof ? regular ? ? - but she can't ? this because of C ? Confidential ALL DANVILLE Doof and Vanessa on cruise ALL CHARACTERS ? Reactionator blackmail secret I ever tell you w/Lindana whose solved mysteries

picture 3: (script on the table) (our first potential season 6 title?) PHINEAS AND FERB

"VANESSAY"

Written by Martin Olson & Olivia Olson

picture 4: Vanessay

Change tennis to playground

Roger & slushy guy not zapped

Rog. - reflects ray w/ his teeth - set up teeth first Doof: strong jaw -

Agent T thumbnotes "Up the chimney is a weird visual pun" Stacy: "You know we have a front door."

C & Stacy w/ambient sounds joke sequence - cut down?

Mono - "Four seasons of this show" Why did I ? ? ?

To Liv for Vanessay Playground - see how ? ? trap sets scene - a handled window box

Stacy: "Hey ? I ? ANIMAL NOISES!" CUT TO BLACK

Stacy pushes ? out of doorway

Dimin: after "Shorty" - No prize is worth this!

picture 5: T For Teen For Liv - SC 916 Perry leaps into air & does triple flip & lands ready to fight

Pitch n buttons for each

Exec note - Thurs - T For Teens 1:48 end of C/Stacy annual ? sudden cut to end ? w "napkins"

MEAP - PT2 S&P CONCERNS

(I cannot make this bit out to save my life. Martin what in the world my dude)

picture 6: Meap pt 2 - thumbnotes

22 to Meap - "Uh-uh! An ship ? us away!" (clumsy)

Fix pronunciation "St. Lois" joke C is shushed by Meap

Tidy up - don't have everyone say "Don't forget to flush"

C pressing red button to explode ? ship sucks

Brenda joke sexist "No one tracks you through the universe more than your wife"

picture 7: 501 PT1 Exec notes - bigger intro of Doof instead of him on yearbook 10:27 Buf. throw away Constitution Irving beat #2 too quick to nerd

Deconstructing thumbatic

Instead of "psychosis" "phantasma"

607 - Isa hair - 704 OWCA shredding SC

C feels good - "? ? that every day"

12 min: Viewers see The Murder Board

Biblio Blast anim. notes Perry incompetent - smashes into Doof's roof Cut down - plants surrounding/attacking Cut down Doof/Per table start w/Doof "We have to HIT SELF DESTRUCT"

picture 8: (page 1) song by the paver the wind makes love w/each other again

around us - it all seems so real meaning confounds us - cuz nothing's revealed we're SW in love w/each other again

Middle 1: From nothing we hustle Towards each other again Our love seems to circle Without any end

V3: The cloud of unknowing has such beautiful colors But where is it all going ? towards one another? we're SW - in love w/each other again

Middle 2: We seek out each other Every time we appear Sometimes we find another Before we disappear

INSTRUMENTAL W/DANCING SKELETON

(page 2) Middle 3: The breeze says to hug her And show how we feel Slowly healing each other Every turn of the wheel

Repeat V1: So basically - We're SW Along by the river We sit on a porch and The wind makes us shiver We're SW in love w/ each other again We're SW in love w/ each other again

JOSH - The paver of

picture 9: While Dance

says to hug her how we feel healing each other turn of the wheel

Repeat V1: (So basically)

We're SW Alone by the river We sit on the ? and The wind makes us shiver We're SW In love w/each other again

picture 10: Swampy

is trapped

back build something

element

State Triangle

"It's like the Berm[uda Triangle] totally different

(Teen lounge) & P&F build

too much like

Dan wants PLANE to

Doof is the ship

Jon said we turn strong where Doof is in the clouds - there's

picture 11: It's a whole new summer Perry (reblog if u cried)

Earthquake

Mom is laughing so hard she can't look

Staring contest - Try not to laugh

Candace has to be ? at Jeremy's larping tournament but she laughs

picture 12: Perry sick, "Can you take

Candace P&F canoe race

Laughtrack-inator Start ? - reveal Doof hits them w/a Doof keeps cranking it up

Doof rises wall of ? behind at ?

Laugh-inator Cut to surgeon heart

Norm: Good mg. sir Doof: But I programmed you to

picture 13: (this is another view of the page in picture 2, but this one reveals slightly more at the bottom, nothing too noteworthy added except for this)

LINDANA 80'S COP MOVIE - GUEST ON DOOFENPUS

[odetolove]

mm, there we go. that’s daddy’s good little girl.

he /finally/ takes the vibrator out from your sopping pussy and turns it off. he maintains that same extremely intense, but somehow still disinterested, eye contact with you as he brings it to his lips and wraps his mouth around it. you can see his eyes roll back slightly as his lashes flutter shut. he moans lowly from the back of his throat as he licks the toy up and down, completely cleaning it from your juices.

fuck, had i known you taste this good, my tongue would’ve been between your legs instead.

he places the vibe on the side table and returns with a small bottle of lube. the cap opens with a click and he smirks slightly as he drizzles the liquid on your puffy pussy lips. he slides his length between your folds, and coats his cock with as much lube as he can. he takes a breath and looks down at you. he sees your tear-stained cheeks and leans down to press a small kiss on your forehead.

it’s okay puppy, you were so good for daddy. ‘m gonna take care of you, gonna fuck you so hard you’ll forget i was so mean.

his thumb presses the head of his cock down, sliding into your tight pussy. he wants to throw his head back, to squeeze his eyes shut, but he can’t. his eyes are glued to your pussy, absolutely mesmerized at how your cunt is all but sucking him in.

-issei

my eyes stay on his mouth while he works the toy clean, chest still heaving, hands still just as shaky while i lay there and wait for him to finish, blinking the tears away from my eyes to keep a clear view of him. my shoulders shiver at his words- letting myself whine in protest, wanting to let him know that i had enough, that i want his cock instead of anything else, quickly quieted when he returns, hand wrapped around a bottle of lube, my heart picks up once more.

thighs jump while he prepares me, its cold and has goosebumps form along the softness of my thighs- but i keep my eyes on his own, only removing them when he touches himself. smiling wide with his kiss, i reach up to grab onto his biceps- nodding along to his words.

thank you daddy, thank you-

i whimper out loud- sucking in a breath when he starts pushing in, looking at him with wide eyes as he does, nose scrunching up with the burn that follows, hands holding onto his biceps squeezing just a little more- knowing that no matter how much he prepped me, it'd still be a tight fit.

feels good- fuck, it feels good daddy!

i cough, hips wiggling to greedily take more of him, no matter the pain- i want it all, want him too bad to worry about something like that.

[kechiwrites]

This is previous ghost anon can I request ghost being mean (in horny way) to reader 👉🏾👈🏾

you absolutely can babes, more ghost x medic!reader because they bring out the bitch in each other.

wc: 1k

cw: pussy spanking, dirty talk, mean ghost, degradation, teasing, brat taming (naturally), edging, overstimulation, maybe one day i'll write them being cute w/ each other...mdni

It is near impossible to not wrench off the bed when his palm makes contact with the already puffy flesh of your cunt. It is impossible, however, to stop yourself from helplessly wailing when he does it again.

"Shut up." His voice is quiet and thick in his throat, like he wants to say more, wants to push you further. And dear God, how could the two of you go further when your hands are tied behind your back while your not-boyfriend slaps your clit with his calloused hand.

"I fucking can't, Simon. Maybe you should stop fucking slapping me?" You hiss, your chest and throat burn with exertion and you wriggle against the binding around your wrist. It's been two hours of this, of Simon trying to force an apology out of you by taking you as close to the edge as he can manage before backing off when your hips start to twitch and your breath stutters. Two hours of his thumb grinding against your clit and his digits curving against your insides and his knees pinning your legs open so he can see you drip onto your mattress, all while he whispers a filthy gospel into your ears. Psalms and passages about the way your body shakes, the feel of your tongue on his cock, how wonderful you look when you come and how badly he wished he could see it, if only you could be a good girl.

The hand not actively engaged with edging you sits just under your chin, not quite squeezing your throat, because according to Simon; "you haven't earned it yet".

"You know what I need to hear to get this to stop. You want to come, you want me to give your cunt a break? You say you're sorry. Simple as."

You try to breath through the sensation when he starts fucking you again, when he forces you to watch, but it's not working. He mouths at the curve of one of your tit and drags the blunt edge of his teeth over your nipple. When you try to jerk away the asshole rolls his eyes, like you desperately trying to keep your mind from shattering like glass is a nuisance to him. And maybe it is. Maybe he's expected somewhere and he thought you'd break much easier. Maybe after this is done he'll have to will his dick to settle down while he runs off smelling like you, your sweat on his tongue and your slick on his hands.

The visual is not enough for you to give in though.

Not a fucking chance.

"Respectfully, Lieutenant? I fucking hate your ass." You huff, letting your head fall back.

"Jesus, you are stupid." He scoffs, spanking you again, and the sting makes you clench down on nothing. Simon's hand forgoes your sex entirely, rubbing small circles into the fat of your thigh, and after hours of direct contact the light touches are somehow worse.

"Are your wrists getting tired? We can take a break if this is too much for you?" You goad him, because it’s almost automatic at this point. You can’t help yourself.

"I should've gagged you." He groans.

"Then how would you h-have gotten your apology, genius?" Your voice is strawberry sweet, just to annoy him that tiniest bit more.

He stops rubbing your thigh at that, and you know you got him, at least here. The consternation in his eyes chokes a laugh out of you.

"I should've known this shit wouldn't work on you. You were made for this weren't you? Next time i'll just choke you on my dick, right there, in front of everyone." The hand around your throat tightens just as three of Simon's fingers slide back into the clutch of your pussy. He’s mad now, again, and it’s hard not to be happy about it. The sound of how wet you are echoes in your head while he fucks you full, the tips if his fingers dragging against your walls, nudging at the spongy bit inside you that pulls tears from your eyes. Your heartbeat ratchets up, pounding in your chest in time with Simon's hand.

"C'mon then. You want to come. Do it. I won't stop you, it's all your little brain can handle anyway."

Which is stupid and untrue. You're a doctor for Christ sake, but it makes your climax burn hot in your abdomen when he talks to you like that, when he talks down to you. It's probably why you rile him up so bad, why you embarrassed him in front of the rest of 141, called him 'cuddle-bear' where you knew everyone would hear it.

"I'm fucking speaking," the hand around your throat slaps not-so-lightly against your cheek, encouraging you to meet Simon's gaze. He looms above you, his still-clothed body blocking out the dimmed light of your room. "If you only act this way to get me to fuck you, maybe I'll keep you on my cock permanently. Strap you down here and visit you every night. They'll find another medic. You've got more important things to do, yes?"

You bob your head along mindlessly while you clench down on his fingers, your whole body shivering as he forces an orgasm out of you. It hits like a freight train after hours of being so close, your legs jerk, trying to close but Simon keeps you exposed, fingering you through the height of it. His hand tightens around your neck until your ears are ringing, making it impossible to force a breath out of your mouth. It feels like your brain is on fire, your lips parting to choke on his name.

He finally lets go, and you gulp large lungfuls of air, even with his fingers still inside you.

"Good?" He peers down at you and you wish you could rip his mask off his face, find some way to disrupt the smugness in his eyes, his tone.

"Yeah." You rasp, if only to get him to stop staring at your sweat slick chest and fucked out expression.

"Good." He murmurs, pushing your knees apart. He flexes his fingers inside you and pushes down on your abdomen with his free hand. "Try to be a little louder on the next one, I don't think the men's barracks heard you." A fourth finger slides into your cunt, stretching you wide while he pinches the hood of your clit. You choke on your own spit.

Apparently he has nowhere to be.

fingering is so underrated imo. requests are open, support content creators and city girls, reblog! part 4 here!

[titsuya]

# RANDOM SMUT HEADCANONS 2

this NSFW headcanon includes short drabbles of some of my other fave HQ boys!

STARRING: KOZUME KENMA, OIKAWA TOORU, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, KUROO TETSUROU all w/ f!reader

warning: oral (m. receiving), daddy kink, creampie, exhibitionism, mead dom omi <3, degradation & possessiveness (mostly mean dom omi), thigh riding MINORS DNI 18+

a/n: links (hopefully lead to visuals), couldnt link kiyoomis sorry but i have the pic if anyone wants to see 😼— BUT HOPEFULLY U GUYS ENJOY

part one here ++ ask me stuff ++ m.list ++ <3

KOZUME KENMA

“but—“

“i said, no. ‘m busy. i’ll play with you later.”

you pout at your boyfriend who’s neglecting you and your very wet and needy cunt. just so he can play some stupid game.

“but ken! you know it’s wrong to ignore your girlfriend in her time of need!” you exclaim, leaning into pepper kisses all over his jaw.

he simply ignores you, so you sigh almost admitting defeat, but then an idea pops into your head.

you slowly move your hands down to the wait band of his pants. you pull his pants down a little till his cock pops out and smile as he huffs.

you stroke his length up and down before lowering your head to take the tip in your mouth.

he’s not gonna ignore me after i make him cum in my mouth, you think to yourself.

you continue to bob your head up and down, his cock getting harder and harder by the second, growing in your mouth.

the soft clacks of his control come to a halt as he sets it down and groans. he pushes your head all the way down to his base causing you to gasp and choke.

“yeah? since you wanna be such a needy little bitch, how bout you take my cock whole and then i’ll see if you deserve to get fucked.”

OIKAWA TOORU

“fuuuck! that’s it baby!” he cries.

he’s always been a crier. he cries and slurs his words and moans and whines. it’s all so good it always makes you cum violently.

“daddy!” you sob. “it feels so good! i love your cock!”

you’re only moving because he keeps lifting you up and slamming you back down. the head of his cock giving your cervix the deepest kisses.

it’s almost painful the way you’re fucking him.

he moans prettily, “l-love your tight tight pussy, fu-fuck! taking me so well!”

you take hold of his shoulders and try to put in some work, but only end up grinding him making the both of you sob more.

you press your lips to his and give him a feverish kiss.

he gasps and breaks the kiss when you clench around his cock, “b-babyy, not gonna last much longer!”

“cum in me! cum, need it! please!! need it in me!”

he cries out your name loudly, his cock twitching right before his cum shoots inside of you.

you don’t stop, though, not until you’ve cum one more time. you’re doing your best bouncing on his cock, but then you feel his thumb on your clit.

“cum on this cock, ‘s all yours,” he mewls and you all but arch your back and release all over him, crying out about how good it feels and how much you love him.

“good, good, but i think i’m gunna fuck some more of my cum into you.” he huffs, flipping the two of you over.

SUGAWARA KOUSHI

“shhh, you gotta be quiet, baby,” he whispers in your ear as his fingers pinch the small bundle of nerves. “unless you want daichi to know, hmm?”

you shudder as his breath tickles your ear, “‘m sorry,”

“‘s alright, he’s coming back with the food, you be a good girl and eat, alright?”

you nod and let out a small whimper before daichi takes his seat and hands us our food.

you feel his fingers trail down to your drenched hole and feel them prod in.

you gasp when he shoves two fingers in, immediately clenching around them.

he simply smirks before looking at you, “everything alright, love?” he asks, pumping his fingers in and out of your velvet walls at a painstaking pace.

“y-yeah, just forgot to feed the stray cat outside today!” you give a faux laugh and suga gives you a teasing smile.

you’re trying your absolute hardest not to make a single sound, but it’s so hard when sugawara keeps fucking you with fingers.

“fuck,” you whine, placing your hand over your mouth and both men look at you. concern plastered on daichi’s face while suga looks like he’s about to bust out laughing

“d-daichi, can you grab some napkins, please?” you ask, trying not to stutter.

daichi looks between the both of you and raises an eyebrow, suspiciously, “sure… i have to use the restroom, anyways, so i’ll grab some on my way back…”

he quickly leaves and suga turns to you again, “aww, i think he found out, doll,” he says like it wasn’t the plan.

he removes his fingers from your tight cunt and wraps his fingers around them to taste your essence.

“k-koushi!” you whine at the loss of contact, “b-but!”

“you should’ve kept your mouth shut.”

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

“o-omi, please!”

he’s been drilling into you for an hour, cumming inside of you load after load. but he’s also let you refused to let you cum.

your pussy is past overstimulated.

“why don’t i call suna here, maybe he can make you cum,” he growls, slapping your ass. “since you wanna flirt with him so bad.”

you’re sure the shape of his hand his printed was printed into the now-red skin.

“don’t want him, omi! promise! please,” you cry. “just wanna cum! just wanna be good!”

he scoffs, “you’re just a desperate little slut. what good is it if i let you cum? you’re not gonna learn your lesson that way.”

he thinks he’s being a little too rough, but the immediate clench around his cock at him calling you a slut proves him otherwise.

you’re sobbing and he can’t hold back his shaky moan at the sound, cock throbbing as he’s still painfully hard inside you.

“i learned my lesson, omi! pleaseplease it hurts!” you mewl, “i can’t!”

he feels himself about to cum so he mutters out a nearly inaudible, “cum.” but you hear it behind all the squelching of his cock pounding your sopping pussy.

you press your face into the pillow as you scream out a muffled version of his name, clamping down and cumming all over his cock.

he cums shortly after with a loud groan and pulls out watching the cum leak out of you.

he clears his throat and puts his clothes back on, but before walking out, he turns to look at your limp body.

“remember that you’re my bitch, not suna’s, not anyone’s. mine.”

KUROO TETSUROU

“hey kitten, what’s going on here?” kuroo asks as he walks into the living room to see you pouting.

you pout some more, crossing your arms over your chest and ignoring him.

he sighs and takes a seat on the couch.

“come here,” he says. “tell me what’s wrong, kitten. i can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”

you sigh, crawling over to straddle his thigh. “you left and didn’t kiss me or say bye. what if something happened?”

he coos, smiling at how cute you were, “‘m sorry, baby, i’ll be sure to do that next time. can i make it up to you?”

you shrug, shyly and his grin widens. his hands move to your waist and slowly, he begins to rock you on his thigh.

you gasp, softly, at the sudden movements, but decide to go along with it. your core, covered by the thin materials of your panties, already soaked.

you let out a soft moan when you start to feel the the friction increase.

“that’s a good kitten, letting me make it up to you,” he murmurs, basking in your beauty. “hopefully you forgive me,”

“a-ah!” you grind into his thigh harder, using it like it’s a toy. “i forgive you, daddy!”

the pressure in your tummy increases and after a few seconds, you cum with your head thrown back and hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

“good, baby, now how about i let you cum on my cock next?”

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[sleepyhollands]

I really like your vampire!Harry blurb! While we’re on the topic of Halloween AUs, could you possibly do one with demon!Tom where Y/N is still subconsciously a little uneasy about their new relationship and has a nightmare about it?

when she was awake, it was easy for y/n to push away anxious thoughts. she knew many of them were silly— tom wouldn’t take advantage of her or attack her in her sleep. but she didn’t have much control when it came to her subconscious and what it chose to display in her head at night, which is why she was currently fisting the sheets as she dreamed, brow furrowed and lips downturned as she visualized tom’s figure in her mind.

while tom didn’t exactly need to sleep, it was a human habit he quite enjoyed partaking in. he often wondered why more of his kind didn’t— it was relaxing, and definitely provided extra energy for more… strenuous activities. so he was puzzled to find himself kicked awake by the girl next to him, dream-clouded confusion morphing into concern as he heard tiny whimpers coming from the opposite side of the bed.

it didn’t take tom long to realize y/n was having a nightmare, seeing as inducing bad dreams was literally written in his job description. but the demon had no experience in the field of rescuing a person from one. acting on pure instinct, he gently shook the distressed girl awake, speaking softly in an attempt to calm her.

“darling,” he whispered as her eyes snapped open in a blind panic, “hey, ’s just me. ’s just me, breathe.” tom thought she might relax a bit after waking, but y/n was really shaken up. “you’re trembling, love. what’s got you so worked up, hm?”

y/n kept her eyes screwed shut, afraid to look up at the face of the creature hovering over her. her bottom lip wobbled as she avoided the question, hiccuping when she felt the soft caress of a warm palm along the side of her face and the pad of a thumb swiping at her cascading tears. the girl wanted to feel soothed by the touch, but the residual fear from her nightmare halted any chance of her calming down.

after a few moments, tom frowned. “baby… need you to talk to me, okay? i can’t help if i don’t know.”

y/n swallowed, her boyfriend just barely registering it in the moonlight peeking through the bedroom window. a minute passed, and just as tom was about to ask again, the girl opened her eyes, then her mouth.

“don’t want you to hate me.”

tom’s brow furrowed. “what?”

“please don’t be mad,” she whispered, eyes pleading as much as her words.

“’m not mad, i’m worried. you can tell me anything, y/n. c’mon, ’s okay.”

y/n took a shaky breath before speaking again. “i h-had a dream that you… hurt me. you said you didn’t want me anymore and you couldn’t let me just go on with my life knowing w-what you are and so you came after me and— and—”

“woah, darling, hey,” tom rushed out, quieting his love’s ever-quickening rant. “that’s never gonna happen, okay? hey, are you listening?” his hand guided y/n’s face to look at him again. “i know this is still new for us, and learning the truth about me was a shock, but i’m never going to hurt you. there’s nothing you could do to make me want you any less or even think about laying a hand on you. d’ you understand?”

y/n sniffled, nodding. “’m sorry, tommy.”

tom shook his head, pulling her against his chest, the human’s back lifting off the mattress as the demon held her close to him. “got nothing to be sorry for. i shouldn’t have sprung this on you so soon— should’ve waited until you were a little more comfortable with us, hm? just… didn’t want to have to lie, y‘ know? i’m sorry it’s scared you like this, love.”

“no, i’m glad you told me. it’s just a lot, and i’m processing. i’ll adjust. promise.”

this eased tom enough for the time being, but he knew they were going to have to discuss this further later. “we’ll talk about it in the morning, m’kay? for now, just let me hold you.”

they stayed that way for a few minutes, finding solace in each other’s warmth, until tom felt a soft snore resonate against the crook of his neck. breathing a sigh of relief, he laid the girl back down against the pillows, careful not to make any sudden moves. getting into a sitting position next to her, he ran a knuckle along the bridge of her nose, and decided that maybe he’d stay awake the rest of the night. just in case.

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[4dtk]

hi i would love to if you could write a story with jaehyun where he gives y/n a massage and then fucks y/n

long. enjoy, 1.8k baby. dont think i'll give this one a name either LOL

warnings: fingering, doggy, reverse cowgirl, breeding kink

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI!

“hey. how was work?” you were often the culprit of jaehyun’s questions when your foot first lands in your apartment, toeing off your shoes with ease as he welcomes you with a peck to your cheek. he holds your waist loosely while you massage your ankles and toes, glad for a breath of fresh air even if they were hidden behind socks.

jaehyun drags you into the living room before you can speak, manspreading like he’s done it a hundred time before and pats his thighs. it makes you smile and raise an eyebrow. settling in front of him felt good, although he yanks you back onto his chest a little enthusiastically than usual that you let out a squeal. you just pass it off that he’s happy to see you after a day of doing nothing.

in a way, he has done it a hundred times. it was routine at this point, where you’d just sit against his back and lay against him, sometimes tilting your head back to admire his side profile. you’d talk about co-workers, your lunch, your overbearing tasks, all while jaehyun gently massages your sides with alternating hands, always sure to apply a fair amount of pressure to ease out your nerves.

he laughs into your neck at your reaction, but other than that, he remains quiet as you start on your rant, gesturing widely to this one annoying colleague that’s been getting on your nerves for the past few weeks. always talking over you for the tasks assigned to you, dropping badly-timed statements that definitely could be defined as a backhanded compliment; you could go on and on about the co-worker that you don’t notice jaehyun’s hands retreating from your waist to push you away from his body, travelling up your back instead.

they slowly feel up your back like an experienced masseuse, testing the waters with his thumb in a particularly deep dig in between your shoulder blades. it makes you gasp, the rant about how the same co-worker had accidentally interrupted by your sound of surprise. it’s the exhale of breath, however, that resembled something dangerously close to a whimper and you hope to god that jaehyun doesn’t hear it.

“you gotta relax for me, baby,” jaehyun grunts, continuing to sort out the kinks and aches in your back, no doubt brought about by your bad posture. at least if you were working from home, jaehyun would be able to provide you with hourly reminders to stretch out your back. ah, well, this would have to suffice.

jaehyun was talented with his hands, portraying his efficiency in relaxing the tension in your back with how intimately they moved from one area to another. another crack resonates throughout the room, making you moan out at the released tightness.

jaehyun loses his grip on sanity each time his knuckle, thumbs, fingers meet every inch of your back, eliciting countless other sounds that went south with how lewd they sounded. when you whimper again, he sighs with a little praise of good girl, breath tickling your ear lightly that it causes you to giggle. you’re at ease now, leaning back before he seemingly massages out the last ache in your back.

“you’re a bothersome little minx, aren’t you?” the other smirks against your neck, another giggle escaping your lips when you feel his hand prying your thighs apart. “well, thank fucking god you wore a skirt today.”

jaehyun’s smirk stretches into a grin when he feels how there’s a wet patch on your underwear from the suggestive session where you could feel his hardening erection against your bum. it played out like a bad sex scene from a movie, but you couldn’t complain when you were the stars of the show, able to feeling jaehyun’s fingers on your hips, on your thighs. he drags a finger to your centre painfully slow that you thrash gently against his hold, but it only makes him reinforce the secure arm he has around you. “patience, angel.”

“sorry, hun, but your massages are always so good. i still wonder why we didn’t do this earlier.”

“then… let’s change up our tradition a little, huh?” he purrs, panties already to the side before jaehyun slips a sneaky finger in. your hole sucks him in so easily that a groan is heard, possibly from the both of you. you’re not even sure any more, body overtaken by pleasure as he adds a second finger. you’re so wet that it’s no trouble for the man, who marvels over your shoulder at how good you’re taking his digits.

“haah… j-jae…” he chuckles against your shoulder, eyes never leaving how he’s pumping his fingers into you. they stretch you out so good and you can barely manage words, reduced to nothing but breathy moans and whines while he fucks you open. you mewl on a sudden hard thrust where his fingers are so deep that it’s up to his knuckle. he laughs again.

“you’re doing so good, baby,” jaehyun murmurs, “but i don’t think i can hold it in any longer.” the emptiness you feel when he removes his fingers was criminal, but you can’t complain when you’d be getting his cock in a second or two, already eyeing the bulge that showed itself through his sweatpants. your mouth drops open when he pulls it down in one swift pull, not so much for his length but more of the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“of course you aren’t wearing boxers. you’ve been planning this, haven’t you?”

“caught red-handed. a smart one, aren’t you?” jaehyun speaks through pants while he lubes up his cock with his pre-cum, boring holes into your eyes with his with a lazy smirk. he doesn’t miss the way you’re rubbing circles onto your neglected cunt. “guess i’d just have to fuck the smart out of you.”

he uses his strength to turn you over, smushing your face into the cushions below you before he eases himself into you, groaning at how fast you clench around him. jaehyun can forgive you for that, since he’s left you on edge with a gaping hole that showed how good his fingers could stretch you out. he reaches a hand over to push your hand from your clit gently while he lets you get used to his thick length resting into you and he swears he feels you clench again when his fingers play with your bundle of nerves.

“let me take care of you tonight. leave it to me.” jaehyun snaps his hips against your ass, propelling you forward just a little from the force. it draws out a slurred moan, even more when he starts his assault on your pussy, sliding in and out of you deliciously.

“mmhm uh- uh- jaeee…!” the fabric below you is stained with your drool.

jaehyun’s already sure you’d get a noise complaint filed against you tomorrow morning, but he can’t care much when the sounds falling from your lips are his favourite song, while his name is like a prayer that you recite every night. tonight just so happened to be the first, with many more sessions involving your begging for him to fuck you harder, faster, deeper. you’re so fucking desperate for his cock when you push back onto him, meeting his thrusts with your own rhythm while the cushions soak up your moans.

eyeing the tv for a second, the male has never felt so glad that he’s set the screensaver to be a boring black screen. it mimics a mirror with the exception of a few blurred visuals due to the semi-matte protector you opted for. “w-wha? jae-“ in a second, jaehyun hauls you up to rest against his chest again, the friction of your shirts uncomfortable from the sweat that manages to seep through. none of you pay much attention, rather to the black screen in front of you that shows how pliant you are for jaehyun.

thighs wide open, while your greedy cunt takes in every inch of jaehyun. it makes him cum right then and there but he holds himself bask the best that he can. “look at you, pretty girl. split open by my fat cock, whining like a good little girl.” the words drives heat up your body like electricity and your body can’t deny itself any longer, grinding down on the length that’s buried deep in you; the sight in front of you only turns you on more. jaehyun is true to his word like a gentleman, driving his dick deep into you instead of making you do the work and soon, he settles into a comfortable pace.

“j-jaehyuuun… shit..” your head finds home on his shoulders, thrown back while his hips continue to piston into you endlessly, heeding your word when you ask him to pick up the pace. “yeah? feel good, darling?” your moans and his combine with the loud, pornographic sounds coming from in between your legs, cunt dripping with arousal with every pump of his pelvis. giddily, you nod at the question, hands tightly wrapped around his arms that were holding your legs open.

“look at the screen, pretty girl.” and you do, mewling in excitement when you witness a white ring of cum at the base of his cock. “should i cum in you? would you like that, hm?” you’re rendered speechless by he fills you up to the brim with his hard thrusts, pussy fluttering around him when you think of him filling you up in another way and you nod again like a dumb little bitch.

“yes- yes yes! fuck, cum in me.” with your confirmation, it unleashes something feral in jaehyun, delivering faster thrusts that you start crying out, reaching all the corners of the small apartment. it contributes to the heat growing in the pit of your stomach, “fill me up, p-please…!” jaehyun emits a deep groan when you say the words, snapping up into you until they get sloppier and messier, thighs tired from his constant movements.

“cumming, cumming, cumming!” you announce it, pussy clenching tight around his cock as you release your juices all over it. jaehyun follows quickly after, hips stuttering before pumping you full of his cum, spurting his seed deep into your womb. the feeling has you shaking, licking your lips in a thrill when the first drop of cum oozes out of you. littering small kisses down the length of your neck, he uses his finger to stuff it back into you. “shit… we can’t waste any of it, can we?” you roll your eyes, turning your head to the side to meet his lips with a smile, silently thanking him for the destress.

-

“fucking hell, seriously?” holding a piece of paper the next morning, you faintly make out the words through the morning vision. jaehyun looks over your shoulder and lets out a loud laugh, barely escaping your poorly aimed smacks as you figure out how to sort out the noise complaint. “your pussy was just too wet, waking up the whole building-“

“jaehyun!”

[elysianslove]

6 + 38 from the smut prompt list w sukuna please!

loving how everyone’s collectively horny for sukuna 

nsfw under the cut, my loves!

500 Follower Event; 6. size kink, 38. corruption kink ━ ryomen sukuna 

sukuna’s always been painfully aware of the effect you have on him, ever since he’d agreed to being your lover and partner. it hadn’t been noticeable at first, and he’d figured it was simple emotions at play, but whenever your hand dipped to intertwine your fingers, and he’d notice just how much smaller it is in comparison to his, or whenever you reached over to shower him in physical affection, having to reach up on your toes to kiss him, having him completely dwarf you in size when you wrap your arms around him — it was dizzyingly arousing. 

he loved the notion of having you be so small and vulnerable for him. he could so easily break you, god he wanted to. but he holds back, for a reason unknown to him. he never lets it go farther than he wants it to be, never lets your kissing transgress into something more sinful, because if he’s honest, he does want to break you and pull you apart at the seams. but not now. later.

he’d never expected it to be this soon, however. it’s you that’s pulling at his clothes like they offend you, it’s you pulling at his hair and tugging at his lips and sinking your hips down onto him. even on his lap you’re tiny, but still, he hesitates, because is it the optimal time? is this the perfect time? 

it’s what you say, in a whiny, pleading, breathless tone, that sends him over the edge. “please, i want you,” you say, hands gripping at the base of his neck. his eyes flash momentarily at the sight of you, and then you add, “want you to be my first.” 

your first. 

first.

his heart sinks with desire to his stomach, and he holds back an animalistic growl as his hands settle on your waist, fingers digging deep into the flesh as he picks you up and tosses you over onto the bed, off his lap. he does so with so much ease, his mouth parting in wonder as you land with a bounce, your squeals echoing in the small room. in seconds, he’s on you again, kissing you hungrily, feverishly, with so much want and need, as his hands pick apart at your clothes, tearing them off of you as quickly as he can. he’s quick to follow, his own attire following the placement of yours on the ground. 

at the sound of your small gasp and the tiny widening of your eyes at the sight of his large dick hardening, he holds back a grin. “want me to ruin you, huh?” he teases, crawling back over to you. his palms find their way to your stomach, caressing up to your breasts. he can fit them so perfectly in his hands, so nice and dainty in his hold. you shiver beneath him as he squeezes them harshly, fingers twisting to reveal one of your nipples to him. “anybody ever touch you like this?” he asks, his voice surprisingly deeper. 

you whimper, shaking your head rapidly. he grins up at you, tongue swiping once over the hardened bud, before his lips latch onto it, sucking hotly. his mouth feels incredible on you, and your mind is already so overwhelmed that when his other hand travels down to the heat between your legs, you have no other option but to shout out in surprise, hips bucking up. “fuck,” he groans, teeth tugging at your nipple as he sinks one finger into you, down to the first knuckle. the vibrations of his voice, with the added intrusion between your legs, leave you a whining mess. 

he shifts his weight to push you back down onto the bed, his finger slowly thrusting into you, before he adds a second. as they work at stretching you, gently scissoring and curling inside you, his mouth leaves your aching nipple, lips pressing onto yours for a change. he swallows all your moans down his throat, his fingers and palm drenched with your arousal. 

you let out another strangled moan, throwing your head back to disconnect your lips. “m’ready for you,” you whine. “please, sukuna, please.” at the utterance of those words, sukuna’s fingers thrust particularly harshly inside of you, curling menacingly. your back arches and you wail, the unexpected orgasm washing over you in ragged waves. desperately, you try to push him away, his fingers still pressed deep inside you, brushing against that oversensitive spot that sukuna knows you didn’t even know existed. 

he hums approvingly, satisfied with the state you’re in as he slowly pulls his fingers out of your glistening pussy. pathetically, your inner walls try to suck his fingers back in, but he only chuckles, giving your clit a soft pat, watching as you squirm away from his touch. his dick is painfully hard by now, upright and throbbing against his stomach. “are you gonna take it like a good girl?” he asks, sitting up on his knees as his hand grabs his dick. from this perspective, you seem even smaller, and when he kneels closer to you, he presses his dick onto your stomach, visualizing just how deep he can split you open. 

you’re nodding at him, helplessly, and he nods back with a hum, almost mockingly, as he brings his dick to your entrance. “so eager for my cock,” he tuts, but even he’s slowly losing semblance of self control. his fingers squeeze at the tip, smearing your arousal and his precum along your folds, reveling in the way you twitch and squirm beneath his touch. and then, agonizingly slow, he presses the tip in, his thumb guiding his way in. his eyes, however, remain on you, on the way your mouth falls agape, and the way your back slightly arches at the foreign feeling of something so thick stretching you out. 

he presses in deeper, watches as your eyes screw shut, and he knows it’s painful, he knows it’s unfamiliar and that you’re overwhelmed, but he can’t seem to stop. if anything, it’s spurring him on, driving deeper into you. and it doesn’t help that you suck him in so perfectly, so tight and wet and warm, just for him. his eyes flicker momentarily at where he’s nearly bottomed out, with his hands gripping your hips intensely to prevent you from moving too much. “it’s like you were made for this,” he sneers. “like this pussy was made for my cock.” finally, he presses in fully, his hips against yours. he watches, mesmerized, as he grinds his hips, still fully inside of you, and your jaw going slack, a sob wrenching out. 

“so full,” you yell, chest heaving as your hands grip the bedsheets above you. fuck, fuck, you’re so perfect for him, only for him, and he always wants to be like this; he could stay forever like this. 

steadying your hips once more, he pulls out slowly, only to thrust back into you fully. your breasts bounce at the forcefulness of the impact, and he does it again, and again, and again. he’s doing it so slow but he’s going in so deep, and you’re positive you’re seeing stars. your entire body shakes, moving with him as he thrusts into you like he wants to imprint his dick on your inner walls, wants to reshape them so only he can fuck you. 

you’re a mess, mouth hanging open as drool falls onto the pillow beneath your head, your nails scratching at his toned stomach, your legs shaking beneath him. the sounds your pussy is making as it milks him is so lewd and sukuna can’t get enough, can’t get enough of how you’re outright drenching your thighs and his balls and the bed beneath you with your arousal, how you’re so wet for him. 

you sob again, and sukuna curses, his hands leaving your hips and falling to your sides, gripping the bedsheets instead as he starts to lose more and more control of his movements. he can feel you tightening impossibly around him, and he buries his face in your chest again, sucking and tugging and licking at your breasts and nipples. you hold him close to you, nails digging into his back, marking him just as he’s marking you. “sukuna, sukuna, sukuna.” you’re babbling at this point, chanting his name, repeating it like it’s the only word you know. 

your walls squeeze against him again, and he grunts, shifting his hips to fuck you even deeper. “fuck, keep doing that,” he encourages, praising you diligently as you clench around him, until you’re screaming again, clenching involuntarily and sukuna can’t believe he made you cum twice just from fucking you. god, your body must be so new to all this, and it’s driving him insane. “yes, shit yes,” he groans, his breathing ragged. his balls tighten, and just as he feels himself tip over the edge, he lifts himself up, pulling out quickly and stroking himself.

if he thought being the first to fill you up with their cock was insanely arousing, then he might actually lose his mind at the sight of you covered in his cum. spurts of it paint the skin of your stomach white, while some rests on your heaving chest and sensitive nipples, and he swears you look like a painting. he wants to admire you forever, wants to drench in his cum every night, wants to hear you sobbing for his dick all day, everyday. as he falls tiredly to your side, your breathing matching his in irregularity, he locks tonight to memory, and promises himself he’ll reduce you to this state again. 

end note; sukuna brainrot eeeeee

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[starryhyuck]

mark! (m)

pairing: dom!mark x sub!reader x dom!yuta

words: 2.2k+

summary: mark is scared of stepping out of his comfort zone with you. therefore, you enlist yuta’s help to get your boyfriend a little more comfortable.

genre: smut

warnings: threesome (kind of), anal sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, breeding kink

“I don’t think we should be doing this.”

You sigh. “Mark, stop being such a scaredy cat.”

The frown on his face is positively adorable. You want to squeeze his cheeks so badly. “I’m not a scaredy cat!” He protests, but it only makes him look more soft.

You giggle and press a kiss to his lips. “Whatever you say. Besides, Yuta won’t be back for a while. I don’t know why you’re so scared.”

“I’m not scared!” He argues again, eyebrows furrowing together in the most adorable way. “I just- this is Yuta’s bed. It’s kind of impolite to be doing anything on a place where he sleeps.”

You sigh. “Mark, I think we both know what kind of a person Yuta is. I’m pretty sure he would do the exact same thing on your bed.”

His nose scrunches as the thought passes through him.

“Ew. I didn’t need that visual.”

You flop down on Yuta’s comforter before bringing Mark with you. He’s still very reluctant, despite connecting your lips together. You try easing him up, hands moving over his shoulders as you pull him closer and closer.

Your sex life with Mark was always more than satisfying, but he was constantly scared to take risks. Being an exhibitionist yourself and considering how shy Mark could get, it was really difficult to get your boyfriend to even hold your hand in front of the other members, let alone kiss you. You’ve tried on more than one occasion to suck him off at the dinner table, but he was always too on edge that someone would walk in.

To combat your curiosity, you enlisted Yuta’s help.

Your eyes carefully watch the door as Mark’s tongue explores your mouth. Yuta stares through the small opening, watching you with a heavy glare.

You giggle into the kiss and Mark eases up a little at the sound. Your fingers dance around his neck as you pull him closer and closer, observing as Yuta casually walks into the room. Mark is too lost in you to notice.

After letting you make out for a few more minutes, Yuta finally clears his throat. You swear Mark jumps five feet in the air and scrambles away from you. His whole face is flushed pink at the sight of Yuta, quickly stuttering to provide an excuse.

Yuta raises an eyebrow. “And what were you two doing exactly?”

You blink innocently. “What do you mean?”

He smirks at your act. You’re still sprawled out on his bed, hair tangled from Mark’s fingers messily running through it. Yuta wonders how pretty you would look with his cock sliding in your mouth, beautiful lips eager to taste him. He leans closer to your frame, ignoring Mark’s surprise at his older member’s proximity to his girlfriend.

“I mean you and Mark trying to fuck on my bed.”

“W-We’re sorry, Y-Yuta!” Mark frantically says. “W-We just- I just-“

Yuta chuckles, and the deep sound shoots straight to your core.

“It’s fine, Mark. You weren’t putting on much of a show anyways. Why haven’t you touched her?”

Mark looks like his brain is going on overdrive. “W-What?”

Yuta’s fingers graze over your exposed thigh. He picked out the skirt you were wearing for this occasion, knowing it would make Mark incredibly flustered.

“Why haven’t you touched her? That’s what she wants, isn’t it?”

You quickly nod. “It’s what I want. Touch me, Yuta, please.”

Yuta grins, his eyes darting back to Mark’s. “Can I, Mark?”

You think your boyfriend is really broken. He’s nervously twitching, shaking his head as he tries to gather his thoughts. You decide to give him a little break.

“I thought Yuta could help us out a little, Mark. I asked him to come so we can have more fun.”

Yuta nods. “If you’re uncomfortable, Mark, I can leave.”

The silence in the air is deafening. Mark finally clears his throat. “Can you show m-me how you do it?”

Yuta smirks. “Do what, exactly?”

The blush fully appears on Mark’s cheeks again. “Um, how you eat her out.”

Your eyes widen. You were definitely not expecting him to say that. Yuta’s smirk widens at the request.

“Definitely. Sit down and watch.”

Yuta’s staring at your clothed core in no time, playing with the hem of your skirt. He chuckles when he sees your choice of underwear.

“Lace,” he hums playfully, snapping the elastic against your skin as you squeak. “Do you always wear such pretty panties for Mark?”

You nod, chewing on your bottom lip. “I have prettier ones in his top drawer.”

“I’d love to see them some time, doll.”

You eagerly watch as Yuta pulls down your panties, making a show as his hands slowly caress your thighs. He throws the pair of red lace to Mark, who easily catches it and groans. Yuta yanks up your skirt so he can fully gaze at your exposed cunt.

He chuckles. “You should be nicer to her, Mark. She’s got such a pretty pussy.”

You moan when his fingers play with your folds, goosebumps spreading across your skin. You quickly learn that Yuta is a tease, patient as he touches you.

“Please, Yuta,” you beg, wanting him to do something already.

His smile appears again. “What is it, doll? What do you need?”

“Need your mouth,” you whine. “And your fingers.”

You’re already turning into a blubbering mess. Mark, on the other hand, could not be more nervous. He finds this whole situation incredibly arousing, but also dangerously intimidating. He wonders if Yuta will be better than him, and if you’ll like Yuta way more than you like him. All thoughts are thrown out the window when Yuta’s tongue takes a lick up your slit. Your moans shoot straight to Mark’s hardened cock, and Mark has no doubt in his mind that he could cum in his pants right now.

He takes silent notes as Yuta teases you, never fully giving you what you want and watching as you continue to beg for him. Yuta slips a finger into your hole and you cry out, your body reacting to every single touch.

Yuta’s gaze returns to Mark. “See? She likes it when you don’t go too fast. Draw it out, make her beg.”

Mark swallows at the sudden lessons. He’s always been really quick with you, never letting you wait this long.

“Yuta, please, please,” you continue to whimper, hands reaching for him. Yuta is quick to silence you, pinning your arms to your sides.

“Be a good girl and I’ll reward you. No touching until I say so.”

You nod in submission. Mark’s eyes zero in on Yuta’s tongue exploring your folds, finger slowly pushing in and out of your weeping pussy. Mark swears he’s never heard you this wet before, the squelch of Yuta’s finger entering you echoing throughout the room. When Yuta adds a second finger, you almost lose it.

“Please please, Yuta, I want to cum. Please let me cum,” you cry.

“That’s up to Mark,” he states, and the younger boy freezes. “Can she cum, Mark?”

Your eyes are glistening with tears as you stare at your boyfriend. You whimper when Yuta furiously begins eating you out, your orgasm dangerously approaching.

“Wait, wait, wait-“

“Give her the signal, Mark,” Yuta instructs, attacking your pussy with his tongue and fingers.

Mark waits until you’re right on the edge, seconds away from sobbing. He walks over and leans down until he’s whispering in your ear.

“Cum, pretty girl.”

You fall apart, clutching your boyfriend’s arm as you clench around Yuta’s fingers. He helps you ride out your high, licking up any remnants of your orgasm.

You blearily come to your senses after that mind numbing climax, Yuta and Mark discussing quietly. There’s a faint ringing sound in your ears until Mark cups your cheeks.

“Okay?”

You giggle. “Okay.”

He laughs at your delirious state.

“Does she always get like that?” Yuta questions.

“Only when it’s really good,” he replies. His focus turns back to you. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You giggle again. “Okay.”

He smiles fondly at you, and butterflies swell in your chest like they always do when Mark smiles at you like that.

“Make it rough,” Yuta chimes in. “I want to see her really cry.”

You’re flipped onto your stomach in no time, Mark’s fingers threading your ass. Yuta’s taken a seat not far from the bed, switching roles with Mark as he watches you this time. Mark’s thumb gently grazes over your other hole and you gasp.

Yuta’s voice is full of curiosity. “She likes it there?”

“Sometimes.” He pauses before making a decision. “Can I fuck you here, baby?”

“Yes, Mark, please.”

You can practically hear his grin. “Okay.”

Yuta tosses him the bottle of lube he keeps in his nightstand, and Mark quickly preps you. You moan when he fingers you, scissoring and stretching you to make sure you’re ready to take him.

You and Mark rarely do anal, mostly because he’s always afraid of hurting you. You know now, though, that he wants to put on a good show for Yuta.

Once you’re prepped enough, you feel the tip of his cock circling your hole. You both groan when he sinks the tip in. Unlike the other times, Mark doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He pushes into you roughly.

You cry at the intrusion, already feeling the first batch of tears painting your cheeks. Around this time, Mark usually pulls out and apologizes, checking if you’re okay. He’s turned into a completely different person in front of Yuta.

You grip the sheets as Mark relentlessly pounds into you, stretching you harder than he has before. It isn’t painful at all because even though Mark is rough with you, he always knows how to make you feel good.

You’re incoherently blubbering for him. “Y-Yes, feels so good. Feels s-so good, baby. Such a big cock inside my small little hole. So good, so good.”

Mark grunts, fingers tangling into your hair again. “Yeah? You like it when I fuck your tight little hole? You like making a show for Yuta?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you sob.

You can barely make out Yuta’s figure as he grows closer to you, wiping away the tears on your cheeks.

“Aren’t you such a pretty sight? Really selfish of Mark to keep you all to himself.”

Mark pinches your clit and you scream, diving headfirst into your second orgasm. Mark hisses as you clench even harder around him, pulling you as close as possible before shooting his cum deep inside you. You both release little moans as you recover.

Yuta laughs when you both are done. You swear you could pass out right now and sleep for at least twenty four hours straight.

The ringing sound echoes in your ears again as Mark and Yuta quietly converse once more. You whimper when Mark pulls out of you, his cum dripping down your thigh.

“Baby?” Mark’s voice pulls you out of your reverie. “Yuta wants to ask you something.”

You blink as Mark gently flips you on your back again. Yuta’s eyes grow darker.

“Are you on the pill?”

You nod.

“Can I try something?”

You nod again.

Mark leaves you to go get cleaned up and you observe as Yuta pulls his cock out, tip leaking and begging for attention. He runs his hand up and down his shaft for a few times before lining up with your pussy.

“Can I?”

You nod again, feeling too tired to form words. You gasp when Yuta pushes in, his cock much thicker than Mark’s.

“Fuck,” he curses, eyes focusing on how his cock disappears into your cunt. “So fucking perfect.”

He builds up a steady rhythm, and you finally understand what he wanted to try when he’s balls deep inside of you.

“Gonna breed you, doll. Gonna stuff my cum into your cunt until you’re dripping. Would you like that? Walking around with cum dripping out of both of your holes?”

You openly cry at his filthy words, clenching harder around him.

“Oh, pretty doll likes that. You think I’d never notice how many times you’ve tried to get Mark to fuck you while we’re eating dinner? How many times you’ve sat on his lap in the dressing rooms and tried to get him to fuck you in front of us? Naughtily little slut.”

“Yuta, Yuta,” you gasp, your third orgasm of the night building. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire.

“Want to cum? Why don’t you cum for me then? Show Mark why he should be more protective of his girl.”

You follow his command, seeing white as you cum again. Yuta’s right behind you, still hissing dirty confessions.

“Always wondered what it was like to see you stuffed full of cum. Pretty little girl, just waiting to be bred all the time. Practically made to take cock.”

He growls and with a few more snaps of his hips, he shoots his cum deep inside you. You whine as his warmth fills you, Mark’s cum still leaking out of your other hole.

You feel absolutely used when Yuta pulls away from you. You didn’t even notice Mark had entered the room again until he starts cleaning you up. You smile sleepily at him.

“I hope that was okay.”

He presses a kiss to your lips. “More than okay. Get some rest, I’ll clean you up.”

“Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

As you slowly drift off to sleep, you faintly hear Yuta say, “We should do that again, I could die a happy man in your girlfriend’s cunt.”

[kingdaddydaichi]

Sake and Snow (pt. 1) || Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader || NSFW

(series prequel to Sleepy Sex)

Pt. 1 || Pt. 2 || Pt. 3 || Pt. 4

You've been dating Katsuki Bakugou for a few weeks. You've known each other since high school, but you were too shy to ever flirt with him. It's just as well, you'd figured, since he probably would've just yelled at you and rejected you in the worst possible way. After graduating, you went to work at an agency several hundreds of miles away while he stayed in the same town. Work kept you incredibly busy and your family lived in a different city, so you never made it back to visit.

A couple of years later, however, your career path brought you back to the city you'd graduated in, and a couple of months later you ran into Katsuki and my my, how he had grown. You got back in touch with your mutual friends from high school and within a few months, you and Katsuki started dating. A few weeks into it he invited you to his place for dinner one evening, to which you happily obliged.

Word Count: 1.2k

When Katsuki's doorbell rang at 7:25, his heart jumped into his throat. Pull yourself together, Bakugou. Don’t let her get to you, he thought.

He opened the door to see you smiling up at him and all his self-pep talk was forgotten. Why did you get to him so much? You looked incredible and he couldn’t remember the last time anyone else was this happy to see him. “It’s freezing out there, come inside”, he ordered.

The aroma coming from his kitchen hit your nose like a wall and caused your mouth to start watering almost as much as the sight of the chef himself. He wore a well-fitting black dress shirt with the first couple of buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, showcasing his muscular forearms. Over that, he wore a black apron tied in the back and you noticed how slim his waist is in comparison to the rest of his torso. I bet I could wash my clothes on his abs, you thought before willing the visual distraction out of your mind.

You walked inside, already familiar with the clean lines and minimalist décor of his apartment’s open floor plan, surprisingly tidy for a bachelor’s place. “Damn, it feels really good in here. So warm!”, you said, rubbing your cold hands together.

Bakugou helped you out of your coat and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw what was beneath. The little black dress that you wore hugged your perfect hips and ended in a pencil line about halfway down your thighs. With your back facing him he licked his lips hungrily and thought, I can’t take this shit anymore. Her ass is mine tonight. When you bent over to take off your shoes he couldn’t help but imagine pushing the hem of your dress up around your waist before burying his cock deep inside that tight-

“Wow, Katsuki!” You didn’t notice him startle. “It smells so good in here! What are you making?”, you asked, following him into the kitchen.

He flipped the contents of the skillet, causing any moisture to hiss against the hot oil. “Stir-fried vegetables with garlic fried rice, konbu dashi-based miso soup, and tempura – shrimp and veggies, and a chilled bottle of Junmai Daiginjo to drink. Or...whatever”, he grumbled.

He almost jumped when you put a delicate hand on his back, such was the heightened state of his nerves. “This all looks so amazing, Katsuki”.

The male looked over his shoulder at you and that beautiful smile on your face. That smile slayed him. He turned and ran his thumb across your cheek as he lowered his mouth to yours. You closed your eyes as his lips brushed yours before placing a soft, chaste kiss on your lips.

“Not as amazing as you do”, he whispered before dipping his gaze down to take in the sight of you from head to toe before turning his attention back to his cooking. You felt like your knees would buckle, but you nonchalantly steadied yourself by leaning against the countertop. How in the world was this the same guy who yelled most of the time and threatened to kick people’s asses a few years ago? You chuckled slightly at the contrast of his current demeanor.

“What?”, he asked while looking at you from the side.

“I don’t know, you’re just…you’re so different than the guy I remember from high school”.

“You want me to start yelling at you, would that make you feel more comfortable?”

Propping your cheek on your palm you looked into his vermillion eyes and replied thoughtfully, “No, this is perfect”.

“Tch-” He smirked at you and turned back to his task hoping it would prevent you from seeing the blush that spread across his cheeks.

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“Oh my fucking god, Katsuki, your tempura is delicious! (Type) is my favorite and you freaking nailed it! So light and crispy!”, you praised before moaning and taking another bite.

If that makes you moan, just wait until I get you in my bed. His dick twitched in his pants, threatening to get hard if he kept thinking like that.

After you finished eating, Bakugou offered you a cup of hot matcha.

“Yes, that would be great. I love matcha”.

“You’ve been saying that about a lot of things tonight. Is there anything you don’t love?”

“Hmm…headaches, too much work, not enough down time, toxic bullshit…there are plenty of things I don’t love. I guess I just prefer to focus on the things I do love”. After a beat, you asked him, “What about you? I hear a lot about what you hate. Is there anything you don’t hate?”

“Yeah, but if I tell you I’d have to kill you”.

“With kindness, right?”, you said playfully.

He rolled his eyes, trying and failing to stifle a smile. “You”.

“Me what?”

“I don’t hate you, genius. And if you tell anyone, I’ll have to kill them too”.

The two of you talked for a while longer before you saw the time on your phone when it lit up with a text notification from Momo. You knew your best friend better than to open it and read it knowing Katsuki was watching you. She’d probably sent a gif of someone doing the tongue-between-the-fingers thing with a How’s it going 😉? text. You clicked your cheek against your teeth, “Looks like I need to get going, it’s getting pretty late”.

Katsuki felt a twinge of disappointment as he got up from the table with you. He helped you into your coat and opened the door while you dug in your purse for your keys. “Umm, (y/n)? Have you looked outside?”, silently thanking whatever gods were smiling down and bestowing upon him this sacred gift.

“Hm? No, why?”

“’Cause there’s at least a couple of inches of snow on the ground”.

"The forecast only called for a light dusting", you said peeking around him. “Oh no".

“You feel safe driving in that?”, Katsuki asked, a hint of preemptive disapproval in his tone.

“No way”. You looked up at that handsome face, cursing whatever gods were testing your resolve to keep your hands to yourself tonight, and said, “What about you? Can you drive me home?”

“I mean, I could, but I’ve got an even better solution”. You raised an eyebrow at him. “You stay here tonight and neither one of us has to get out in that shit”.

[yoonpobs]

Unmm request: it's always jk whos fucking around so....... how about we make a difference... fuckgirl!yn x shy!jk 👀👀 thank u in advance!!! ❤️

NOW ... the tables have most definitely turned ... if bbgt oc and jk switched lives but tbh oc here is still devilishly sweet so >:) i saw this ask and was like TIME TO BRING CHAOS

pairing: shy!jk x fuckgirl!oc

genre: SMUT

warnings: cock worship, oc calls jk pretty, slobber 

words: 1, 648

Jungkook’s done a lot of impulsive things in his life. Like the one time, he bought five hundred dollars worth of in-game money purely because he was running on red bull and pulled two consecutive all-nighters for a game tournament Taehyung roped him into, or maybe even switching up his major because it didn’t feel interesting to him anymore; Jungkook’s an impulsive person.

But he’d like to think that he was reasonably impulsive, acting on his human nature rather than out of it. Though, right now he can’t say he believes himself either.

“How does it feel?” You coo, voice like a sin when you lean forward and Jungkook can’t look anywhere but at your tits. He wants to look up but then he’ll see your face and that’s no better for his muddled mind.

“G-Good,” He croaks, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head when he feels the slow drag of your pussy across his cock.

God, he’s never been so hard in his entire life. Not even in his secret masturbation sessions when he was forced to room with Taehyung in the first semester of college and had to listen to him and his girlfriend fuck until the wee hours of the morning. Because you were sin personified, all his desires manifested into a human being and staring him right in the face; awaiting him to pathetically give in.

“Just good?” you pout teasingly. Your hand reaches back to cup his balls in your palm and they’re hot and heavy when you squeeze, evoking a tight groan from Jungkook’s chest. He was so sweaty, chest heaving as he attempts to clear his head. He wasn’t even in your pussy yet and yet he feels himself on the brink of release. “That’s not right. Want it to be great,” You smile, and Jungkook swears he sees the devil horns appear by your head.

“F-Fuck—it’s—great,” Jungkook literally whines, hips bucking up to meet your hands as they squeeze his balls in tandem with the way you grind against his cock. He can feel each firm and slow drag of your cunt, the wetness that seeps through your folds leak out of your hole and wholly glazes his cock. His mind is fuzzy and he can only think of how hot and wet you’d feel.

You grind faster like a woman on a mission and all Jungkook can do is moan breathily, hands shakily gripping your hips tightly; so tempted to slip into your hot cavern.

Jungkook never even dared to dream about having you this way. He’s heard about you, of course, he had. You were the girl everyone wanted to be with or be. He’s heard stories about how your pussy was magical, and how you were the devil reincarnate; that every person who had the liberty of coming across you only drowned in your essence and got hooked onto the feeling of euphoria when you sent them over the edge.

You were perfect, in Jungkook’s eyes. You were so pretty and he wanted to call you a bitch but you weren’t even mean. You were so nice, so crazily good with your hips that his judgment may have been a little clouded. He didn’t expect the night to end this way, with your sex-crazed eyes peering down at him—and only for him to see at this moment.

“You’re so pretty, do you know that?” you hum, raking your other hand down his chest to tweak a nipple between your fingertips. He can feel you giggle when you hear him gasp at your gesture.

“N-No,” he exhales a deep breath of air when you lift your hips for him to see the flimsy strings of arousal that connect his cock to your folds. You’re so lewd, especially when you spread your lips to show your swollen pearl, hard and ready for attention.

You crawl over him, and it’s like a predator approaching a prey when your face rests right above his face, “You are. Prettiest boy. So cute. I would’ve never thought a boy like you had a cock so big.” To emphasise your point, your hand wraps around his length, squeezing hard enough in a way that Jungkook loves, and it only proves his point that you’re an absolute goddess.

“Fuck.” His eyes squeeze shut when you speed up your hands, and he wished he could see the way you were staring at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Faster? Harder?” you tease.

“Yes—no—wait, f-fuck, please,” Jungkook doesn’t even know what he’s pleading for but he feels his stomach clench rhythmically as his high approaches. When he opens his eyes, he almost regrets it because you’re so close and your hair is brushing against the peaks of his nipple. Your lips are swollen from the previous make-out session he was subjected to and he misses your mouth just by being reminded of it.

“So pretty,” you croon, pressing a kiss to his lips that’s so much softer compared to the way that your hands work aggressively on his cock, “So dirty.” You purr, pulling away with a smack of your lips.

He shakes his head, whining, “N-Not dirty,” Though he knows it’s a lie because he lets you have your way with him, completely at mercy by your hands.

You giggle, light and evil that Jungkook feels his cock throb even harder in your hand. You were a dream and there was no way that you were real,

“But you are,” you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, releasing it with a pop before you trail downwards, mouth hot on his skin until you reach his cock. His cock twitches in your hand in interest, especially when you allow a dollop of saliva to drop onto the tip, coating his length as he groans at the visual when he allows himself to look. “Only dirty boys let girls like me do this to them.” You sigh dreamily.

Jungkook’s mind is a mess of muddled thoughts that he can’t even muster a response, especially when you take his cock into the back of your throat like a pro, slobbering spit all over it without a care of how lewd it looks or sounds. In fact, Jungkook thanks the heavens above because he’s seconds away from cumming down your throat.

“I-I’m cumming—” he chokes.

You stare up at him with those bedroom eyes and Jungkook feels dizzy, his hand reaches to the back of your head as you bob your head faster around his cock, deepthroating him all the way until all he feels is the depth of your hot throat.

The visual and the auditory aspects of your slobber are what sends Jungkook over the edge. He cums with a loud moan, hips bucking up manically until he practically shoves his cock as far as he can down your throat. He doesn’t know where to look but he catches sight of the tears that threaten to spill out of your eyes and the spit that accumulates at the side of your mouth.

He cums so much and you take it all, mouth welcoming every spurt of his hot seed and Jungkook feels like he’s on cloud nine. Your tongue teases his slit to oversensitivity, and he winces at the way you continuously lap through his release, never relenting even when he whines and your eager mouth away from his flattening cock.

As Jungkook regains his breath as he blinks up at the ceiling, his head clearing up from his horny daze, his eyes droop to see your face and you do the next most obscene thing that has his flaccid cock jumping in interest.

You open your mouth to show him the cum he’s released, and swallow, making a show to moan.

Jungkook stares at you in awe, and he’s about to offer to reciprocate even if he doesn’t know what the hell he’s doing, but you push yourself off his lap and lean down to give him a messy kiss. He can taste himself but he can’t bring himself to care when you just made him cum harder than he’s ever done in his entire life.

“W-What about—?” Jungkook stutters, but you only shoot him a smile he’s sure gotten you out of trouble enough times.

“It’s okay. I liked sucking your cock,” you reach a hand down in between your legs, swirling your clit for good measure as your thighs twitch and Jungkook can only watch with a gaping mouth. You collect your essence with your fingers and spread the digits to show your strings of arousal, all before you bring it up to his lips, “Open wide, pretty boy.”

And all Jungkook can do is obey, sucking in your fingers as he whines at the heady taste of your pussy.

When you pull away and your body heat leaves him, Jungkook only then manages to shakily sit up; noticing the way you’re quick to slip on your panties and the clothes that were thrown in a haze.

He’s completely bare while you’re already picking up the last of your things as he stares at you with wide eyes. But his mind is still in his post-orgasm stupor when he hesitantly asks with reddened cheeks and a shy voice.

“C-Can I … c-can I get your number?” he asks as he attempts to hold eye contact with you.

You’re sweet and evil all at once, and you give him a flirty smile with a light giggle before you glance into the mirror as you use your thumb to fix the edges of your lipstick that was smeared all across your face.

“Ask around,” you wink at him, “Pretty sure Taehyung has it.”

Then you leave, and Jungkook’s face drops just a little. But God, were you perfect.

[rogue-durin-16]

LIFE-SAVING SHARPIE

Summary: Despite being a muggle, Y/n's mother was an expert in divination. She tried to teach Y/n, who saw it as a mere muggle game. But, oh, what a powerful weapon a muggle game can become in the hands of the right witch.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst (w/ a good ending)

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog

Warnings: injuries, death(ish)

A/N: I'm not saying I'm incapable of writing an angsty ending for a Fred Weasley story, but I'd rather not do that, so here comes a stupid story that occurred to me this morning, enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"Y/l/n!" I sighed. "Is it true?"

"Your mom is into divination?" George question made me throw my head back in desperation as both twins made their way through the Great Hall to meet me.

I knew that day would be a bumpy one the moment we entered in the Divination classroom. The fact that a muggleborn aced a new subject since class one was strange.

I knew I would have to give some explanation to my friends after. Ron was particularly shocked by the fact that my muggle mother had taught me —against my will, may I say— lots of Divination-related things. I knew Ron, being Ron, would surely tell every soul that would listen about his discovery, but I had hoped for him to wait until the third period at least.

"Secrets spread like wildfire here." I said.

"Are you secretly a soothsayer?"

"Yes, Fred. You see, I have the Sight." I ironically stated, and, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get closer to the boy I fancied, I added "Want me to read your palm?"

They shared an amused look, fully aware that I was joking. Even in the Wizarding World, divination wasn't something to believe in.

There were supposed to be people able to see the future, such as professor Trelawney, but no student had seen her predict a thing, so she wasn't the best example.

George was the first one to sit down. "Predict my future, oh, you who were gifted with the Sight." I snorted as he laid his palm before my eyes.

I picked his hand on mines, "Hmm..." Fred hovering over my form from behind wasn't ideal for me to concentrate. "Okay so..." I felt one of his hands toying with the clasp of my necklace, brushing my nape. "Will you stop touching my necklace and sit down?" I demanded.

"Yeah Fred, sit down." George reprimanded his brother. "She's trying to see my future." I heard Fred chuntering before he plopped down on my other side, leaning on a tad too close for my liking. "Alright, fortuneteller, is there a love line?"

Of course he would ask about that. "Let's see..." I traced said line, unable to remember to the T what my mom had tried to teach me. "So, the heart line is arched... Which means..."

"That you can't tell a thing?" I slapped Fred's arm.

"Which means he's balanced." I corrected him. "You're able to realize when you need to take care of yourself, and when you should let a someone in." George seemed invested. "You'll have just one serious partner, but they'll be the right one."

"Well, that doesn't sound half bad, huh?" He looked at me with a content smile.

"My turn." Fred spoke, smacking his brother's hand away and replacing it with his left one. "The line of life or whatever." He scooted a bit closer and I felt my heartbeat pick up. "What's my fate?"

"Are you left-handed, Fred?" I questioned with an eyebrow raised, already knowing the answer. "I need your dominant hand." Oh well, that came out wrong.

"Straightforward, are we?" George snorted at his brother's remark as he exchanged hands, turning to straddle the bench to be more comfortable. "Alright, what do you see?" He had leaned on to the point where he only needed to tilt his head down a couple of inches to rest it on my shoulder.

"A hand." I deadpanned, which earned a playful push from him. "Okay, okay— I see..." A puzzled frown took over my gaze. "Wait—" I turned to George. "gimme your hand."

"What?" Fred questioned, shifting his position ever so slightly.

"Uhm..." The frown grew bigger, and I had to remind myself what I was doing was a joke. "You... don't have a lifeline?" I dubiously informed. "I mean— it sorta... Starts? but then it fades away." I widened my eyes and froze, remembering what that meant.

I saw Fred tilting his head slightly. "Is it so bad that you won't tell me what it means?" He asked jokingly in order to lighten my distraught mood.

"It— well, it means that you'll die at a young age." My eyes met his and, despite the amused smile that always danced on his lips, fear slipped out of his orbs now, too.

"Wait what?" George propped himself on his forearms to see his brother's palm. "Can't be. Check mine?"

"I just did, you git." George wasn't even smiling. Maybe he did believe it. "Yours is fine."

The three of us stayed in silence for an instant. Even if none of us believed in divination, the fact that Fred had no lifeline was rather unsettling.

"It's fine." I cleared my throat, turning to my bag and leaving Fred's hand over the table on the process. "Apart from seeing the future, I can fix lifelines." They looked at each other when they saw me grab a sharpie. "Don't move." I demanded, holding down Fred's right hand before tracing a black line where the lifeline was supposed to be. "There. A long, healthy life."

When I looked back at the twins' faces, I saw them ready to laugh. Distress had already left them, and that helped my own evaporate.

"Merlin, Y/n!" Fred dramatically exclaimed. "You've just saved my life!"

"She sure did." George agreed, patting my back.

"Now go and tell Ron to shut up." I didn't want to imagine what would happen if people started to believe I could actually predict their future; the twins were sceptic and even they had somehow fallen for it.

I was so focused on George getting up that I didn't even notice Fred's hand flipping and wrapping around mine.

A soft kiss was placed on my cheek and I felt my face heating up even before meeting Fred's proud grin. "Figured I'd give my savior something in repay." His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips for a second; it's just my imagination, I thought, unaware of Fred's thumb caressing the back of my hand until he removed it in order to stand up.

Four Years Later

FRED'S P. O. V.

One second I was laughing at Percy's joke, and the next one everything was black; not only visually, everything was pitch black in every fucking sense.

I heard nothing, I couldn't touch anything, my voice was gone.

My mind was completely blank, until a thought slipped in my brain: 'you'll die at a young age'.

My head was spiralling now. I was dead. That's what death felt like? Nothing?

Y/n's words kept going on and on, frying my brain. How ironic it was that the voice I would have forever in my mind belonged to the girl I had been in love with since I was fourteen, and the words were what we thought to be her silly prediction.

I had no idea how long it had been, but suddenly I felt it; a tear running down my cheek. A flaming hot tear, burning its way off my face. Then I felt something else, some sort of rope wrapping tight around my right hand and wrist, so tight that it made my pulse speed up.

My pulse.

It dawned on me that my heart was beating fast against my chest. It was beating.

I needed to breathe.

"FRED!" Someone forced my eyes open; It was Percy. I couldn't see him right away because the lights were blinding to my eyes, but I recognised his voice. "FRED SAY SOMETHING!"

"Y/n..." I couldn't hear my own voice, but I felt her name going through my vocal cords.

"HE'S ALIVE!" Ron cried. "you're alive-" my sight was blurry but I could pick out my younger brother's crown in front of me as he sobbed over my chest.

"We gotta get him out of here right now!!" Of course it was Hermione who got everyone moving. As both my brothers managed to pick me up, I felt my eyes closing once more. Not even the fear of not waking up again stopped me from passing out.

READER'S P. O. V.

I had volunteered as Healer to help Madam Pomfrey during the Battle, that's why it was me who received two Weasleys practically dragging a third one into the improvised infirmary.

I recognised him from his jacket. "Fred..." At first I thought it was his corpse, that's how bad he looked.

"Y/N!!" It was only when Fred seemed to tilt his head up due to Ron's cry that I reacted, rushing to help them. "Keep him alive!" I only nodded, taking Ron's place as he took off.

With one of his arms over my shoulders and the other over his brother's, we managed to carry him to one of the stretchers; his painful weak groans went directly into my ear as we moved him, triggering the tears I was holding to fall.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

"—alive, somehow." Y/n's voice, though it sounded far away, let me know she was close. "No, don't wake him up."

"Listen, you gotta get him to St. Mungo." It seemed George the one talking, but his voice was too shaky to tell. "in an hour this is gonna get really ugly, I want him out."

"George, we're besieged." Her tone was hopeless.

"Look at him, You said it— It's a bloody miracle he's still breathing." my brother's voice shattered; all I wanted was to get up, hug him and say I was okay, but I felt my brain spinning once more. "Bill and I will escort you out of the castle so..."

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The next time I opened my eyes, terror inundated me; everything was dark again. I gasped for air and propped myself up, instantly regretting it. A stabbing pain attacked every part of my body, triggering a shocked cry out of me.

"What are you doing?!" Y/n whisper-shouted, before placing both her hands over my chest to push me back to the bed again. "Are you mental?" Her fingertips moved out of the way a bandage that covered my eyes. "Oi, listen," when she noticed my shaky hands desperately trying to reach my face, she took them in hers. "You're safe."

I tried to say something —anything—, but my throat was sore, and the only thing that was able to leave it was her name.

"Shhh." She hushed me, letting one of her hands travel to my face. "You have to rest." I would have sworn she was crying, but I couldn't tell. "Everything'll get better." Her thumb stroking my cheek was the most soothing thing I had ever felt, so it wasn't difficult for me to close my eyes, this time willingly, though I was equally scared. "I'll stay by your side." The reassuring squeeze her hand gave me, made me aware that she had noticed my fear.

Before drifting off, I felt Y/n's lips placing a chaste kiss on my forehead, making my heart hammer against my chest.

I was still alive.

A Month Later

READER'S P. O. V.

It was Ron who sent me an owl the moment Fred finally got out of the hospital. He informed me that, instead of going to the Burrow to rest a few days—as planned—, ha had gone straight to the shop.

That's how I found myself the next morning inside Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, which was not-so-surprisingly full of people again.

Due to the huge amount of customers, it was relatively difficult for me to spot the twins.

Apparently, I turned out to be easy to spot.

"Y/n!" I turned in the stairs' direction to be met with a very enthusiastic George who, before I could even greet him, engulfed me in a hug.

"I see you can't catch a break." I observed, pulling away with a big smile on my face. That place really made the trick to bring joy to everyone.

"You can't imagine." He replied, his gaze wandering around before pulling my hand. "Oi, Fred! Look who dropped by!" He shouted over the hubbub, leading me to the till counter, behind which I saw the reason why I had come in the first place.

Just as Fred's eyes noticed me, he attempted to rush out of the till. I left George's side as soon as I realized that he, in fact, couldn't really rush out.

"Merlin's beard!" Despite he had just had to grip the counter in order not to fall, he tried again. "Take it easy, will you?" I scolded him, steadying him by his forearms and helping him step back to rest against the till. "Do you want to go back to the hospital?"

"If you're the one taking care of me, I wouldn't complain." The first time his eyes fell on my lips, I missed it because I was still securing him. The second time it was impossible to miss. "You know? Your sharpie saved my life."

I snorted at his nonsensical words. "You're delirious, Weasley." My hands finally left his forearms, just to be picked up on his. "Still suffering from the concussion?" I joked, trying to deviate my own attention from my fast heartbeat.

Another glance at my lips.

"I should get going." George spoke behind me.

"I was going to visit you tomorrow." Fred stated, his gaze now focused on my eyes.

"Sorry to break it to you, love," I pointed out, motioning at him with our hands still held. "But you can barely walk."

"Yeah, but I needed to see you." He looked somehow sheepish; I doubted I had ever seen him like that before. "I'm gonna be as clear and concise as possible—" He cleared his throat and forced himself to look at me. "I'm pretty much in love with you." I didn't know my eye could go as wide as they went. "Thing's I've known for a good couple of years now." He shrugged. "Telling you scared me, but then this happened." He gestured at himself. "And now not being able to tell you scares me even more." His eyes scanned me before looking around. "This wasn't the ideal place to tell you, but I didn't want to wait any longer."

I gulped, trying to process it as fast as possible.

"For Godric's sake, Y/n," he gently tugged my hand. "Say something, please." Fear started to take over him, even if he tried to keep it at bay. "It's alright if you don't feel the same, we can still be friends, I promise—"

"How do I kiss you without hurting you?" I questioned, already feeling the heat on my cheeks.

I could tell by his face that, out of everything I could have said, he was not expecting the answer I had given him. "Ever the caring one." He let go of my hands to cup my cheeks. "Just kiss me," he sounded so happy, it was contagious. "I'll deal with the pain later."

I listened to him and, holding onto his blazer, stood on my tiptoes and crashed my lips against his— only because I had been wanting to kiss him for too fucking long.

I got lost in the kiss and my brain completely dismissed that an entire wall had collapsed over the boy before me just a month ago; my hands went up to his neck, pulling him closer and, consequently, earning a painful groan from him.

"Shit! sorry." I was quick to let go, suddenly very aware of our surroundings, too.

He just shook his head and pulled my back to him, this time by my hips. "I said I'll deal with it later." He spoke against my lips before going in for a second kiss.

I was more gentle now, careful not to cause him too much pain.

To our dismay, we were interrupted.

"You said love confession!" George snapped us out of it; this time the groan Fred let out was from annoyance. "not snogging session in front of our customers! Get to work!"

He huffed, unwillingly separating from me. "If you stick around until lunch time, we can resume this."

I pretended to think about it. "I guess I can find something to do until then." My smile was as wide as his, and it grew wider when he pulled my into a hug, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. "I love you too, by the way."

His laugh reverberated on his chest. "Good to know."

"Freddie! Now!" This time it was me who groaned at George's demands.

"Help me out, love." Fred requested, pulling away from me so I could help him move behind the till counter. "See you in a couple of hours?" I nodded, pecking his cheeks and walking away from the shop.

It was when I started to walk down the Diagon Alley that it clicked.

His lifeline.

The sharpie.

"OH MY FUCK—"

[msfett]

✨ Just the smut folks 🔥

✳️ Boba Fett x F!Reader ✳️

Rating: NSFW Explicit 18+ Only

C/W: Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, PIV Sex, Feelings (ooh) 💕

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Boba tucks an errant strand of hair behind your ear, trailing the back of his gloved hand down one cheek, palm up the other before cradling your face. Slightly angling closer, his eyes are like hot coals burning into yours. “Are you using magic…the…Force…right now?”

“Not at all,” you murmur.

His breath hitches, and then he scowls at you, even as he presses his forehead against yours. Your lashes flutter shut as his breath fans across your mouth, lips hovering over yours. The splayed palm against your cheek glides down the arch of your neck, holding you there, so gently and at odds with the fierceness of his desire.

He dips his head, placing his mouth to the space below your ear. Teeth nip there, a tiny bite that sends a wave of heat through your veins. His lips move lower, down the delicate length of your neck, leaving a sultry trail in their wake. Your chest rises sharply with a gasp as his hands clutch your hips, dragging you to straddle him. The codpiece presses cold and hard against your center, armor designed specifically for his protection.

And suddenly, everything feels off, as if his very touch is capable of transmitting a warning. “Fett, stop.” He slows, but his mouth is still on you, eager lips traveling back up your throat, along the line of your jaw to eventually pause above your own as you half-heartedly push away from his chest plate. “This is no good.”

Gloves sliding over the swell of your ass, his lips press fully against yours, still touching as he speaks into your mouth. “Which part?” His wanting, gravelly voice warms low in your belly heating the alloy thrust between your thighs. Fuck and it feels good. He catches your lower lip between teeth, lightly sucking before releasing with your flimsy whine of protest.

Visuals internally materialize.

“Stop.” Heat. And your brow instantly resembles his. Burning heat. “Think.”

His mood swings like a broken pendulum. “I told you,” annunciating each gritted word, “that’s all I’ve been fucking doing is thinking.”

Growling, his fingers pointedly dig, leaving his mark as bruised flesh beneath your pants. “Don’t underestimate me.” His anger is the catalyst, blasting the heat, incinerating as it roars, unpredictable in its dissemination. “Like I haven’t fucked a woman only to leave her in a miserable puddle when I’m done using her.”

Your stomach wrenches at his cruel phrasing. But just as quickly as the explosion occurred, the fire abruptly halts, gradually extinguishing in intensity as if buckets of sand are being dumped. The fire is starved of the oxygen it needs to stay alight, diffusing. “I wouldn’t have you here if I didn’t want you to be. And you wouldn’t be here either, if some part of you didn’t —”

You push away from him, staring into the depths of his wide pupils, through him, past him.

There is sand. Pain. Desperation. It’s moving too quickly. Blinding brightness. Stinging darkness. It’s always in fast motion. Defeat. Death.

Death.

The air rushing into your lungs feels like burning noxious fumes instead of life-giving oxygen. “No.” Overwhelmingly cold in the inferno, you inadvertently shiver, face severe like his. “This doesn’t end well.” He cups your face, gloved thumb rubbing along your bottom lip until they part, quivering under his touch.

He’s never regarded you like this, face so ardently impassioned. “I’m not looking for a happy ending.” His eyes are fiercely earnest. “Just one that feels worth it.”

You have no words to drown the anguish of hope reflected in his eyes. He crashes into you, lips locking against yours with brutal need as you collide. He releases a husky sound, a cross between a curse and a growl as he slants his mouth over yours in a hungry kiss, tongue teasing the seam of your lips and moaning as you open for him.

He’s made his decision.

You give him what he wants. And he wants to take everything you offer; the imperfect realities, the ugly frustrations, the messy conglomeration of two lives from opposite backgrounds.

Supportive, he lays you back against the grit on the floor, hands flying to rip open your jacket, to hastily unfasten the thigh straps of your holster so he can yank your pants away. But this time he leaves you armed, even carefully refastening the leather pieces encircling your thighs before ditching his gloves.

Barely controlled, his hands move down your chest, cupping your breasts through the thin shirt, thumbs bringing little shocks of pleasure to each beaded nipple. Slowly dragging the material upward, his fingertips trail up your belly stopping just before exposing the stiffened buds. Your soft noises encourage him, and groaning, he toys with the lower part of your breasts, lightly tracing the curves, before sliding the material up. His touch is rougher than expected, fingers pinching hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure down your core unleashing an uncontrollable shiver of need.

Bending, he draws a nipple into his hot mouth, the wetness of his tongue making you release a moan, arching into him. Delighting in hearing your noises, he takes deep pulls on each sensitive nipple, alternating from one to the other, sucking so hard you can feel the pulse of pleasure go straight to your cunt. When he slides a hand between restless legs to cup your mound, another shockwave hits and you grab him, trying to force his fingers to do more than just lay teasing over your wet sex.

Whimpering, you grab his hair as he grazes teeth over a rigid nipple. He does it again, and again, until you’re squirming beneath him, rocking your hips in a blatant attempt to deepen the contact. It’s a twisted enjoyment for him, dangling your pleasure just out of reach, of knowing he will decide the extent of your frustrated whines. He drags a finger up and down your slit, groaning when he glimpses the sparkle of moisture at your entrance. “So fuckin' pretty.”

Your legs part enticingly and his lips find your clit, gasping as you spread your legs wider, granting him full access. Burying his face between your thighs, one arm wraps around a trembling leg to hike it over his shoulder, pauldron lightly cutting into the muscle. You whimper at each soft lick, but moan when he sucks deeply on your clit; sigh when he strokes your opening with the tip of his callused middle finger, but bite back a cry when he pushes it into the heat, finger fervently curling.

Inner muscles clamp around him as he swipes his tongue over your clit, slipping a second thick finger in, losing himself in your taste, in the high, throaty noises you make. You know he likes the sharp sting of fingers pulling his hair, humming into your wet hole until you’re pushing his head down, frantically holding him in place, hips lifting as you grind your cunt against his face. “Don’t stop.”

And you can almost hear him question, stop? He’s so fucking turned on, so consumed with his own need to feel you pulsing on his tongue that his animalistic grunts grow louder with every obscene, wet sound leaking from your body. And when you start to convulse, his absolute satisfaction seems to course from him into your fluttering cunt, riding out the orgasm with you, tongue lapping at your clit as it swells and throbs from release.

When he lifts his head, hair mussed from your frenetic pulling, there is a hint of a grin left on his face. The wet glisten of your cum shines around his mouth, chin, even the tip of his nose from his exuberant efforts. He doesn’t bother to wipe it off. He looks so fucking proud of himself.

A fire still burns, and you yank his hair, bringing your mouths together in a violent kiss, tasting the arousal all over his face as you trace the outline of his lips with the tip of your tongue. The clank of metal rings out and breaking from him you watch as his cock juts out eagerly from the opening in his pants, slapping just below his cuirass. Dark eyes blaze with unabashed lust as he fists his cock, giving it a slow pump.

Your breath hitches when he slides two fingers up and into your dripping cunt before tightly gripping his shaft, using your slick as lubrication and moving in long, hard strokes, raking his eyes over your body. And he looks so fucking hot in the rough way he’s touching himself. He’s not given you the opportunity to touch him, to taste him as he’s done with your body. It seems incredibly unfair and just like him to keep these things from you. You want that control, to deliver your own form of taunting misery, remembering how he’d edged you so closely that first time.

“My turn.” You push his shoulders until he’s leaning back, heavy against the wall, legs accommodating for you to kneel. The smirk growing on your face conveys devious intentions, hands splayed over his muscled thighs, taut even through the fabric. Rubbing up and down with firm contact, you eye him the same way he coveted your sex and open your knees just enough for him to catch a glimpse of you, earning the smallest thrust of his hips.

Gripping his thighs, you drag your mouth up the inseam, intermittently kissing the rough material. The sensation is dulled from his pants, but that’s not the point. You want him watching, waiting, in some form begging to have your lips grace his body. Your breath is over him, so close, cock imperceptibly straining toward you, when you exhale warmth against him only to repeat the torture on the other side and he hisses, the excitement of the chase under your rules.

Resting your cheek on his hip, he’s close enough to feel each puff of air, but you remain still except for tilting your hips forward to accentuate his view of your rounded ass. And oh, he wants to touch you, running a hand down the back of your jacket, and his fingertips have just reached your skin when you smack his hand away. His grunt is one of absolute frustration.

To your complete satisfaction, you’ve accomplished a delicious amount of hunger from him, tilting your head to give him a wicked smile. His glower is dark and unforgiving and exactly what you’d hoped to see. You shimmy off the jacket exposing more skin, undershirt bunched high on your waist giving him more to look at.

Resettling on the other cheek, head turned away, you slowly rub up against him, cock sliding down through your hair, over your cheek, where you feel his head leaking a trail and then alternating sides as his breath quickens. Your mouth moves to hover over his shaft, the veins prominently bulging, finally bringing your lips to touch where the fabric is straining around the base. You slowly drag your bottom lip up his length, until dry, it catches on his flared head before wetting your lips, repeating the action. And he groans loudly when you alternate pressing lips and kitten licks up the length, flicking your tongue over the seeping slit of his crown.

His pelvis rocks up, wanting contact, and you don’t move, letting his small shudders press into your lips, saliva beginning to cover his head as you blow on the wet patch. The cooling sensation makes him stutter, hips and breath reactive.

Continuing to tease, you notice his hands are in curled fists, and somehow he feels even harder than after the first lick, making your sex swell with desire. Fuck you’re ready for him, but a part wants to watch him fall over the edge like this. You seal your lips over the wide head, the tip of your tongue tracing, flicking the frenulum, slowly lowering your mouth to the accessible base of his cock. Your tongue is soft as you firmly wrap your hand around him, fingers nowhere near encompassing his thick girth. Hollowing your cheeks, you suck him hard, drawing your wet mouth up before plunging back down.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” A growl rumbles through his chest, hand catching the nape of your neck as your reddened lips wrap around his length, curled and pillowy. Gazing up, he’s watching intently as his cock slips in and out of your mouth, and you feel his surge of dominance at the sight of you bent over on your knees taking him. “Wanna fuck that pretty mouth so bad.”

Increasing the pressure of suction, you’re rewarded with several warm, mouth watering drops of precum. Moaning, you sweep your tongue across the glistening trickle, sucking harder as his hand tangles in your hair encouraging your lips to slick down. Everything about him is new, and you can sense his excited eagerness matching yours, fingers gradually tightening to pull the roots of your hair.

Strumming the underside of his cock with the smooth edge of your tongue, you alternate between soft and hard pressure, and you can feel him thickening as his desire grows fiercer. The increasingly jagged thrusts of his hips indicate impending demise as you take him deeper into the rich saliva of your mouth, gripping his cock to angle into your throat.

“Enough.” His breath is so ragged he pants the word, and you don’t budge until he jerks your head up and off, eyes wild as his other hand roughly clutches your jaw.

A cry lodges in your throat as he leans forward, scooping you up towards his lap, kissing you hard. His gaze is intense, gripping your waist, cock nudging against your slick entrance. “This is where I want you.” He steadily guides you to sink slowly over the breadth of his rigid cock, and you gasp at the full stretch as he pushes inside entirely. Circling against him, you savor the beautiful agony of his impalement, hands pressed against his battle-scarred chest plate.

And still there is a struggle in his eyes, desiring to control your pleasure and fighting to control himself. Finding your clit, he flicks it with his fingers, pressure firm and precise, sending a wave of anticipation rolling through your body as a whimper. This man couldn’t be more infuriatingly obsessed with control as he repeatedly rolls his thumb over, and over. He can touch almost any part of your body and yet only his face and cock are available to you. You can’t feel his skin on yours, only the cold brush of duraplast against peaked nipples through the threadbare shirt.

Rolling your hips closer against him, he removes his hand soaked with your excitement and you grind against the coarse material of his pants, completely damp from your slick. His hands grab your ass, vambraces digging into the skin behind each weapon strapped to your thighs. The leather pieces slightly pinch as you work against him, moving up to sink back onto his cock, savoring the delicious ache as you swell around him. He completely fills you, moving slowly as you adjust to the pitch of his length, buried deep inside as your hips circle, pressure building.

“Show me you want it, too.”

Too. And his one word changes everything.

Willingly giving, you rock urgently as his arms tighten before he changes grip. His fingers dig into your hips, pulling you down hard, skin smacking loudly as he tirelessly pounds into your cunt, wanting it all. You crash into each other, colliding and connecting, bridging and breaking. He spasms into your heat, pouring inside until you’re spilling over with his viscous cum as you unwind in his arms.

The position is intimate, incapable of escaping each other’s eyes and the questions they hold. He is not telling, not demanding you. He is asking, appealing to you. In this moment, it’s impossible not to see through one another, and you know he must witness the same in your eyes. He clutches your back, stilling your movement, unspoken words tumbling.

Your fingers trace the lines of his face, mapping them, brushing over the soft fullness of his lips. Eyes meeting his, you see truth shining from them as his hands travel over your curves, splaying over the small of your back and between your shoulder blades. There is serenity, pain commingling with desire beyond that of lust.

There is attachment.

But attachment is forbidden; only definitive physicality. No commitment. No affection.

Desire becomes jealousy. Jealousy leads to greed. Greed spawns fear. Fear of loss devolves to complete obsession. And these are all dark, seductive paths.

You can handle his anger, his cruelty. But his attachment. This is far more dangerous than any weapon in his cache. And it is undeniable.

No. No, the initial adhesion can be removed. But it must be now, before solidifying into a permanent glue, fixing, binding the connection. You’ve been continuously scrubbing off any residue of a bond with this man, with this heartless bounty hunter. The man that wanted you dead is now ironically buried deep in your life-bearing heat after his own little death, a small expenditure of his life force.

Each time you’ve been this close, his ability to soften under your gaze has grown, the seemingly permanent lines fading in severity.

And there is attachment.

Your voice weaves a lustrous whisper, draping across his mouth like fine silk. “What do you want from me?”

Tentatively grasping a thin fibril, he draws his body against yours, large hands smoothly spooling over your back as you glide a hand across the expanse of his broad shoulders, fingers threading through his dark locks. Absorbing the heat from the press of your body, his armor no longer feels cold. He burrows his face into the side of your neck, sealing exquisitely slow kisses on soft skin, breath evenly measured.

You feel the strength of adherence, fabric elastic, but with untested durability. The texture is luxurious, shimmering as it naturally refracts light into a beautiful prism of colors. And you weigh its high cost.

The price is worth it.

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Best Friends or more?

Requested : @iwriteabouttomhiddles

Characters: Damon x Ana (Reader)

Summary: Everyone knows that Damon is a ladies man but he always wanted to be closer to one of his best friends, Ana.

Includes: Smut, Swearing

Damon could see the woman looking at him across the bar. They would catch each other's stares throughout the night. Like he usually does, he walked confidently across the room towards the blonde haired woman who was facing away from him at this point.

"May I buy you another G&T?" he smiled as she turned around to him

"I really shouldn't, I was about to leave" She pushed away her empty glass.

"Awh, come on. Just one? I'll let you go home then. I promise" He said as gesturing at the bartender to get her another

"Okay, I guess one more, can't hurt" She smiled back at him

As they started talking Damon would get closer to her, making sure to keep strong eye contact with her.

"I don't mean to ruin your fun here but can I talk to you for a minute?" A red haired woman came up between them.

"Can this wait, Ana?" Damon spoke quietly from the edge of his month rolling his eyes over to the lady who's he's been flirting with all night.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your very well played out plan for getting your dick wet tonight but no it can't wait" She gave a quick smile to the lady as Damon rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me" Damon smiled politely as he pulled himself and Ana away from the bar.

"What do you want?" He emptied the rest of contents of the glass in his mouth

"Nothing actually. I mostly just wanted to save that woman from her romantic dreams getting crushed as you drop her the second you're bored" Ana looked to the woman who was now getting out of her chair to leave giving Ana a dirty look as she went.

Damon sighed in annoyance as he saw he plan for the night walk away.

"Why do you do this to me every time?" Damon glaring at Ana

Ana was Damon's best friend for many years. They were always close but Ana never liked the way Damon treated woman. Over the years Ana had seen more women walk in and out of his life that she gave up learning their names.

They always avoided the elephant in the room when it came to them getting together, mostly because Ana was afraid of her getting hurt by her best friend and ruining their friendship.

She had feelings for him but kept them under control knowing that nothing good would come out from them getting together romantically even if Damon was interested in her.

"Well because you ruined my date for tonight, you're going to have to be my date" Damon smirked knowing what he was getting himself into.

Ana looked up meeting Damon's strong eye contact "What?"

"You heard me, it's time that we try this out, you and me" Damon could see that Ana was nervous about the idea.

"I don't think that's a good idea, Damon" She looked around uneasy.

"Ana, you're a beautiful woman, I want to treat you to some dinner. What harm can be done?" Damon lead Ana back to the bar and got drinks for both of them

"Okay, just dinner. That's all." She sat down looking over at her best friend.

They sat down at a fancy restaurant table and their server brought over leather bound menus. They both sat quietly looking through them.

"You really do look beautiful tonight" Damon gave a little smile while looking into Ana's deep hazel eyes.

Damon never complimented Ana like this and seeing him behave like this towards her, she could understand how women would get lost in his presence. The way their hands were close enough to touch but weren't touching. How he would look at her lips, eyes and hair like he was appreciating what was in from of him.

She could feel herself blushing from all the attention. But in the back of her head she felt foolish knowing that this was going to do more harm than good to their friendship. How this friendship meant so much to her and she was risking it for one date night. All the feelings that she was suppressing over the years were now wiggling free and she could feel herself slip into those bright blue eyes.

"So we've been close for so long but we never really explored our friendship more" Damon said as he leaned forward

"I think there is a reason for that" Ana raised her eyebrow thinking it was obvious.

"Is there one?" He smiled picking up his glass of bourbon

"Yes Damon, many" Ana glared "I don't want to lose what we have. You're my best friend and you know how I hate the way you treat women" She pushed the menu away, knowing that her stomach was in no state for food.

"Hold on, you don't think I would treat you like all those woman right?" Damon questioned Ana feeling caught off guard about how she felt.

"What other reference do I have to use? I don't think I would be any different. The worst part is that we would lose so much more. We been friends for years and I would really miss that if anything went sour between us." Ana could feel herself get worked up but tried to keep her composure.

"I know you've only seen one side of me but that's because I don't have many people close to me. You're one of the closest people I have in my life. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally." Damon was more tense and looked down.

Ana could tell that he was being genuine but still was anxious about telling Damon how she really felt.

"Why do you think we would go sour?" After a long pause Damon looked back up retracing what she said earlier

"W-well.." Ana stuttered arguing in her mind whether she should fess up on how she really felt. She looked away feeling that if she looked into Damon eyes, he would see everything.

"Ana, you don't have to hold back. Tell me, please" Damon reached for Ana's hand and brushed his thumb along the back of her hand.

"I-if were going to get into a relationship, I feel like I would grow feelings. I know you wouldn't and then I would end up hurt and losing my best friend" Ana didn't look up from the table. She couldn't bare seeing Damon's face.

"How do you know I haven't already grown feelings?" Damon said quietly.

Ana stomach dropped, she slowly looked up. Damon smiled gently searching her eyes for some type of reply.

"You really don't have any idea how much you mean to me, do you?" He looked down at her hand tracing over her knuckles with his fingers.

"I never knew how to tell you. You've only seen one side of me and I was comfortable showing that. Especially when I thought you wouldn't be interested in me romantically. Sometimes I would go out to woman just so I could get some type of reaction out of you, whether that was jealousy or interest or something. But you never did show anything" Ana was overwhelmed with all this information. She watched Damon touch her hand as she tried to recall all the women that he had been with.

"I hid my feelings, I didn't want to think about them, knowing that you treated women the way you did. Seeing you with all those people made me feel jealous but it wasn't my place to stop you and I didn't want to get hurt." Ana spoke as she enjoyed the warmth from Damon's hands.

"Ana, I always wanted you. I wanted to bring you on dates the first week I knew you. You're so beautiful and as I got closer to you, I realized that I never wanted to lose you." Ana looked up at him now and watching those blue eyes stare into her soul.

"You wouldn't believe the amount of times I've imagined you while having sex with other woman" Damon said quietly "I can't get you off my mind, especially at the beach last year. I remember seeing you in that little black bikini and trying not to stare at you for too long" Damon bit his lip as he remembered.

Ana was starting to heat up, she could feel herself getting damp and crossed her legs.

"I think about you too. During the nights when I'm... I'm you know" Damon took a deep breath as he let his imagination run wild .

"My mind always ends up on you. I would hear so many things from the woman you would be with, about how you performed and that's what really made me jealous" Ana pushed her hair out of her face and she felt herself get hotter and hotter.

"I can't take this anymore" Damon looked down focused on his breathing "Would you come to the bathroom with me?" Damon bit his lip feeling himself get harder under the table.

"Right now?" Ana raised her eyebrows on how eager he was

Damon nodded and looked over to the bathroom. Ana hesitated for a second but slowly made her way out of the seat and walked over to the door to look back at Damon.

He waited for a minute and before getting up, he readjusted his hardening cock to try and not make it so obvious. He made his way to the bathroom and entered to see one of the cubicle doors closed. Ana opened it letting Damon in. They were in such a small space and could hear both of them breathing as they looked at each other.

"You want this right?" Damon asked brushing her hair out of her face.

"More than anything" She whispered

Damon leaned down and started kissing Ana deeply as her hand went up to his hair. He leaned more pushing her up against one of the cold tiled walls. He made his way down her neck leaving little bite marks as he went. He didn't care if people saw them, he wanted people to know that she was taken.

She reached down and massaged the bulge under his jeans feeling him moan into her neck. She started unbuttoning her dress and pulling it off her shoulders. He cupped and kissed her breasts like he visualized so often feeling her nipple harden under his touch.

"Damon, fuck me" She breathed out.

He stopped what he was doing and looked at her giving her a kiss tasting her tongue.

"Fuck, if you keep saying that I will lose control" He growled into her neck

"Then lose control" She brought his face up to her's and stared into his eyes.

She turned around facing away from him as he unbutton his jeans pulling out his cock and spitting into his hand giving it a few strokes. He pulled up her dress, moving her underwear aside seeing her wet pussy for the first time.

"Oh, I can't wait to taste how wet you are later" He whispered in her ear as he place his cock at her entrance.

"I can't wait to sit on your face" She moaned as she felt him thrust in.

She felt one of his hands on her waist and the other massage her clit gentle in circles.

"I want you to cum with me so you can milk my cock as much as possible" Damon moaned as he started to thrust in and out.

Suddenly the door in the bathroom opened as a person came in and closed one of the next cubicle doors. Damon put his hand over Ana mouth to quieten her moans as he continue to pump in and out of her. He could feel her legs shake. Ana could hear Damon's heavy breathing as he tried to stop himself from moaning. Every thrust made her orgasm build.

The person got out of the cubicle and washed their hands leaving the bathroom quickly. Damon lowered his hand from Ana's face as they both moaned out loud.

The more Damon thrusted, the less they could contained themselves as they both felt their orgasms fast approaching.

"Damon, I'm about to cum" Ana moaned as she pressed her sweaty hands against the wall.

Damon quickened his pace while continuing to massage her clit feeling her wall tighten around him.

"Fuck baby, me too.." Damon wrapped his arm around Ana feeling her shake underneath him as he let his orgasm wash over him pumping the last bit of energy he had left while holding Ana up.

They both stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, catching their breath. Damon nuzzled his face into her neck as he kissed it gently.

"I can't believe we just had sex" Ana smiled reaching back to feel Damon face

"I can, I finally don't have to imagine anymore" Damon let go of Ana and grabbed some tissue to help her clean up. They both came out of the cubicle fixing their clothes and went over to the mirror. Damon watched as Ana fixed her hair realizing how smitten he really was.

"You should probably leave" Ana said looking at Damon through the mirror

"Why?" Damon frowned

"Because you are currently in the girls bathroom" Ana giggled pinning her hair back with a clip.

"Oh shit" Damon shifted and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll wait for you to order food for dinner" Damon winked and walked out of the ladies bathroom as unsuspiciously as possible.