#all over my shoulders and upper arms and thighs and even on my hands 😭

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Really hate how obnoxiously sensitive my skin is. Any time I get so much as a mosquito bite my skin bubbles up into gnarly, welted, unbearably itchy blisters for days afterwards that turn into horrifying bloody craters if I let myself scratch.

[bl0odyh3art]

MISS ME?

warnings: incest, dad Leon, Leon being a creep, daughter reader, divorce, forced p in v, cunnilingus.

this is dead dove/dark content. if are uncomfortable with this kind of content or don't like it, then do not interact.

a/n: I FUCKING HATE THIS FIC 😭

Your dad worked hard. Every day, he came home and had to deal with you. The mess you left, cooking dinner, helping you clean, and the laundry. Then he had to do it again the next day, and the next, and the next. Tonight, he came home around 8 pm. He said a quick "hey, sweetheart", pressed a kiss on the top of your head and went to his bedroom to shower and change. After an hour or so, he came back to the living room and sat beside him. He was too tired to do anything. He placed his rough hand on your thigh. "Do anything today?" his voice was raspy, and his hand squeezed your thigh, he's always been touchy with you. "Yeah." you sighed, keeping your eyes on the TV. "What'd you do, huh?" he looked over at you. His thumb softly rubbing your outer thigh. "I made lunch and cleaned up last night. You can eat the leftovers." you didn't look at him once, you didn't know why, but you just wanted to watch the show that was playing. "Baby, look at me." he grabbed your jaw, making you look at him. You looked at him, he's never been this touchy with you. Ever. His right hand was on your upper thigh and his fingers were so close to your core. His left hand on the side of your face. It felt so weird. You got his hands off your body. "What?" your eyes looking into his eyes. What the fuck was his problem? "Honey, I'm just lonely….you know that….your mom and everything…no one wants me baby….but you're here…my precious girl…my sweet little baby girl…" his big arms coming to wrap around your shoulders. Smelling your hair and softly groaning. You softly pushed on his shoulders, but he held you tighter, placing you on his lap. "Look so much like your fuck'n mom, you know?" he whispered to you, his hand snaking to your ass. You didn't like that, but he's your dad. How could you say no? He let go of you before you know it. "Sorry, sweetheart….fuck I'm sorry…just-....go to bed." he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. You went up to your room, to think and just try to sleep after that.

You weren't even wet, dry as a desert. He took off you panties and moved down on the bed, spreading your ass cheeks open and flatting his tounge against your pussy, licking a stripe up your cunt to your asshole. You didn't even make a sound or movement. Good girl. He flicked his tongue over your clit multiple times, pressing kisses to your hole, and sticking his tongue in there, feeling your slick get mixed up with his saliva. He flipped you over carefully and pulled down his sweats, pulling his dick out and spreading your legs open. He lined up his tip to your hole and dropped his head down onto your shoulder as he forced himself in you, sucking in a sharp breath as he plumped into you. Grabbing onto your tits as he groaned and moaned. He reached his hand down to your clit to rub it on like you were awake and need the pleasure. "Goooddd…soo fucking good, baby….uh-huh mhh take your daddy's dick for me….hmm" You started to wake up, eye's fluttering open to see your dad on top you. Pounding into you. Rubbing your clit as he was slobbering all over the nape of your neck like a dog in heat. His neck snapped up from hearing your cries for him to stop, his eyes blown wide and mouth open. "I'm sorry, baby….just-...just take it, sweetheart….just take it…." he whispered in-between his heavy breathing and moans. You cried softly and quietly. So ungrateful, huh? He quickly put your legs over his shoulders and he picked up the pace, groaning as you clamped around his dick, trying to push him out. "Stop being so ungrateful…you …hmm…you should be fucking….happy that I'm doing this….no more little useless boys….who don't know what their doing….this is my fucking pussy…..you owe me your whole little life…. Risked my life for you every day…." he slapped your clit as you sobbed. As soon as he finished, filling you up, he wiped your tears and started crying himself. "I'm sorry, baby…. I'm so sorry…. fuck…. I'm sorry…." he cried into your shoulder, holding you tightly. He was sobbing. You've never seen your dad cry like this before. Full on sobbing like someone died. You just wrap your arms around his neck and let him cry. Patting his back as he kept apologizing. What the hell, he raped you and he starts crying?

[pedge-page]

LOVEDDDD PLUSHY X PK!! WE NEED PREGNANT READERx PLUSHYx PK 😭🙏🏻🙏🏻

ITS HERE!

Notes: Set in the Plushies!verse where reader is pregnant (NOT Joel dealing with Preggo Wife couple). for extra content/background, you can read Plushies!Joel and Reader discovering their PK, and Plushies!Joel and Reader pregnancy Bonus chapter

Warnings: PISS KINK, Plushies humping, PISS on PLUSHIES, Joel cumming in boxers, "dry" humping (no actual sex but it sure as hell isnt dry here either), Daddy ish kink like once (I didn't count man this isnt proof read)

18+ ONLY

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Ever since getting pregnant with Big Bad Mr Joel Miller’s big fat fucking kid (that you may have “begged” him to put in you—on accident), your back has not experienced pain like this since said baby-daddy body slammed you into a brick wall in a dingy alley when you hooked up outside a bar. He proceeded to tend to your back all night with kisses and soft rubs and lotions, and ended up learning of Joel very peculiar double sided dynamic.

You slide your keys on the counter only for them to fall down to the ground. With a moon sized belly, you weren’t even gonna bother bending to pick it up. That’s the floors problem (and future you that needs to get around)’s problem. Not yours. 

You waddle towards the bedroom. Grateful for your plushie obsession being the one thing you were prepared for: a wall of fluff and comfort conforming to your body 24/7. You rotate with little tippy steps until you’re facing the wall, then collapsing backwards on the bed slowly, only to be met with a squirmy hard lump that grips your belly securely from nearly tossing you off the side:

“YEOOW!” 

He lurches in pain as your elbow dug into his side and ass smashed his poor dick under the crushing weight of you.

“JOEL! GET OFF MY BED!” You scream, kicking and flailing uselessly in his grasp. He’s still buried under the mountain of plush with your big body plastered atop him, but he won’t let go either.

“It’s OUR bed, babydoll,” he groans. you turn your head to the side to see his hooked nose just barely peeking above your BunBun’s fluffy cotton tail. He shakes his noggin side to side to get fresh air across his face and to make eye contact with you, your head resting against his shoulder.

“I was just takin’ a nap, no need to get snippy,” he grumbles. He kisses your cheek and rubs along your belly.

“My plushies,” you mumble with a pout, folding your arms over your chests.

The awkward position only makes it more difficult to get comfortable. Joel’s crazy strength alone is one thing, but the gravity of having an additional 25 pounds on your mid section is somehow giving him the upper hand in holding you against him. You wanted to fall on soft, cottony clouds and colorful friends that you had collected over the years, not a hard man with his hard belt digging into your spine and his even harder cock poking your ass hogging them for his personal nap blanket.

“Joel.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to get up.”

“Why?”

“I need to—“

“I CAN DO IT! LETS DO IT TOGETHER!” He rolls you to the side like a rotating hot dog and immediately fists a plushie, shoving it between your spread legs. “S’okay little Momma, do ya thing.” He’s hanging over you, his pupils wide and mouth curved into an excited smirk, practically drooling at the space between your legs. While one knuckle presses the plush (of which you can’t even see over your belly) at your crotch, the other is rubbing circles into the squishy part of your pelvis.

You shake your head. “I don’t need to fucking masturbate, I need to pee!”

Joel tilts his head in confusion. “I thought that’s what we were doin’?”

“IM NOT PEEING ON THE—“ you drag the plush squeezed in his hand from out below you so you can get a good look at who’s about to be sacrificed—“ON PINKY THE POLAR BEAR!!!”

He snatches the stuffed animal back and glides it between your thighs again, this time with his knee pressed tight so it’s sandwiched just out of your reach. “Pinky aint about to be a good name f’him—how bout yellow-y, or piss-y or pee-y—OH how about PINKY—! Oh no wait a minute…”

“Jooooeeell!!!!”

He starts rubbing harder against your mound, licking his lips as you begin to flounder helplessly. “Give it ta me, princess, Daddy Bear’s gonna take care of everything, you just do what ya do best, so beautiful f’me, Fuck me, that’s my good girl, yeah, yeah do it angel.”

But you shake your head. Your hips sway side to side, but between him and the mountain of stuffed animals surrounding you and the lump of a swell at your belly, there’s no where to run. “No! I’m not doing that—ugughhh—shit again!”

Joel pouts his lips, not letting up his assault. “Please! You liked it so much last time, remember?!”

“That—was an accident!!!” You lie. No you didn’t want to piss on a stuffed animal again, for fear it will reawaken something inside you that should have never surfaced in the first place: that you might enjoy it. “I don’t want to ruin Pinky!”

“I’ll toss her in the wash!” He nods quickly ,as if it’s a good deal. As if you were even getting a say in the matter.

“NO!!!”

But Joel ignores you. He leans back, and you can just barely see off to the side the massive boner he’s got pressing painfully in his jeans. He quickly unzips himself, his boxers still on but his cock having more room to breathe, spilling out in front to make a large grey tent. He hooks his thighs under your calves, hoisting himself close to you so that both of your core’s are only one squished polar bear stuffie apart.

“That’s it baby—fuck yeah,” he groans heartily. With one arm leaned behind him to hold himself up, he grinds against the animal, in tern grinding against your clit and suffocating your pussy. His other hand is splayed over your bladder, his palm thrumming down deep with each roll of his hips. 

You’re trapped. Your tummy is full, your badder is even fuller, and Joel’s so lost in a piss/plushie drunk state that there’s no getting to him now until he gets what he wants. 

Toes curling in, shaking from the pain of your walls breaking, all you can think is ‘I’m sorry Pinky’ as you let out a yelp that had lodged itself in your throat. your hands slap over your eyes as you cunt squeezes out the pregnancy-piss-poor storage of urine that had built up so quickly inside, releasing it onto the plush’s innards. 

Joel grunts one last time and goes silent to confirm it’s happening. “Oh fuck—Oh Fuck yeah baby holy shit!” He pulls you in even closer so that his balls are sunk right under your ass. There’s a faint hissing of your piss blessing his ears as it drenching the bear, who’s getting yellower and heavier as you continue to go. Joel moans, eyes rolling when he rolls himself tighter against you, and the warm liquid begins to seep onto his underwear. “OOOHhhh ugughh yeahhhhh,” he whines, and soon he’s cumming inside his boxers with your warm piss costing his shaft, sticking the fabric to him like a wet hug.

“That’s my Momma bear, pissin’ all over her lil toys, showin’ em who’s boss.” He hazily wedges his thumb under the hood of your clit and begins rubbing, pushing his hips closer so your slit is completely surrounded by the squelching warm wet cotton of your own pee-soaked Pinky.

His encouragement flies right to your lower belly. You bite your lip as you begin to shake, back arching best it can in the current position with a silent scream as pleasure washes over your entire body. It’s wrong, so wrong how freeing and good he makes it all feel, like he’s conditioning you to feel pissing your stuffed animals is a rewarded behavior.

Fuck this guy.

You both sigh out into the air, panting hard. Joel doesn’t bother to move or clean anything. He’s too busy basking in the wet, debauched mess between both of your spread legs. Your underwear, the once innocent and dry Pinky, his jeans and boxers now darkened, heavy, and sticking to skin with the cooling remnants of your glorious piss. 

“You—“ you rasp, pointing to him with a lazy finger but unable to lift yourself from your orgasmic mind. “YOu’re cleaning—everything.”

Joel just lets out a half laugh, half choke, nodding. “I know.” He bends forward and kisses the top of your swollen stomach, the part that didn’t get soaked from the water sports. Girthy hands rub along your thighs soothingly as he makes out with your pregnant tummy. 

You fist a bunch of dry plushies and droop them over your head, hoping to smother yourself in a Plushie heavenly sleep and deal with the aftermath of your new kink tomorrow.

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[ickadori]

Dori dori dori! I had a thought and I must ask one out of two freaks (non-derogatory) I know on the internet about their opinions

My favorite thing in the world is watching a man cum so hard it almost knocks him out. All breathy and winded, shaking all pathetically like the needy creature he knows deep down he’s destined to be in the presence of a person like me.

Please tell me you see my vision cause I know you’ve GOT to have someone in your roster that you see like this 😭🙏🏼

cws for fem reader. unedited - typos ahead.

i only did windbreaker men bc that’s my current obsession atm. the only one of these men on my roster is choji, the rest were just for funsies :3 also who is the other freak???? don’t be stingy i wanna knowww

With Choji you don’t have to do much besides exist - the man is on you 24/7, working himself up into a frenzy all on his own. Cute, quick kisses turn into messy meetings of teeth and tongue, one had clasped on the back of your neck to make sure you can’t get away.

His hands are all over; your throat, your shoulders, your waist, your tits that he squeeze and grope, your waist that he grips hard and uses as leverage to yank you up against him, your ass that he smacks and kneads, spreading your cheeks apart because you always keen and moan when a breeze wafts over your dripping pussy.

By the time he’s pushing his cock into you, girthy with a dark tip, he’s already huffing, cheeks flushed pink with his desire and hairs at his temple curling from perspiration. You suck him in tight, pussy always welcoming him back home when he comes knocking on that puffy clit, and he has to keep his eyes trained on the crease between your brows to keep from coming too soon.

His hips slap against your own, balls wet with your slick and cock frothy from your own cum - there’s a nice, white ring around his cock and he grins as he sees it, gut rolling and a full body shiver wracking through him as he grips a tit in each hand, fingers sinking into the doughy flesh as he finally takes you in.

You’re gasping, lips parted and eyes unfocused, and Choji licks at the sweat on your upper lip, teeth sinking into your bottom one a second later.

“Cho—” You’re cut off when his mouth covers your own, tongue licking at the roof of your mouth and making you squeal into the kiss, and his hips move faster, cock plunging in deeper, your cunt squelching and creaming around him even more.

His entire body locks up when he comes and his breath gets stuck in his throat. His head goes light and his eyes roll, and it takes you pulling him down to fully lay on top of you to bring him back, soft hands coaxing out stuttered breaths and rubbing twitching, spasming arms.

Hiragi is wound up to a 6 on most days, Ume and his blasé, carefree attitude the culprit, along with his treacherous gut, of course - but that’s manageable. A few pills hastily chewed and gulped down for his stomach, and a fist to some bastard’s face for the stress of having to put up with Ume (he loves the guy, really, but damn is he difficult to stomach on some days).

What’s not manageable is you.

You’re a doll for him, you are, sweet as pie and cute as can be - you’re not the problem at all, it’s him. He can’t be calm, cool, and collected around you (when is he ever, really), and he finds himself chomping down pills at a crazy fast speed when you so much as look at him.

You make him nervous, even after all the time you’ve spent together, and some days he finds himself turning into a bumbling idiot in your presence.

A new dress that clings to your curves and dips low in the front? He’s sweating out his hair gel and trying not to stare too hard at the way your ass sways when you walk. A new lip gloss that you gushed and raved about? He’s daydreaming about mashing his lips against yours and smearing it all over. Your hand curling into his as you both walk down the street? He’s thinking about the way you always reach for his hand when he’s buried between your thighs with his mouth latched to your cunt.

Just like now.

His hands are underneath your ass, keeping you propped up so he can properly eat you. His mouth is opened wide, the entirety of your cunt in his mouth, and his cock jumps and twitches in his briefs as he pushes his tongue deep into your clenching hole.

Your slick drips off his chin onto the floor below, and he whines at the waste, mouth moving to close over your hole to ensure every last drop flows down his throat. You cry out and he nuzzles in closer, nose knocking up against your clit as his eyes lock onto your heaving breasts.

“Toma,” you hiccup, hands moving, searching, and he frees up one to give to you. Your fingers intertwine, clammy hands locked together, and he sucks hard again, lips practically making out with your pussy as he tries his damndest to swallow you whole.

You’re shaking under his grip, feet moving to rest on his shoulders, and he’s shaking too, hand trembling in your own as his balls draw up and he fucking moans the loudest he ever has - louder than the sound of him slurping at your juices and the cry you let out when you come, and he comes too, ropes of cum spurting out of his entice tip.

He drinks you down, body sagging into yours, and when his head pounding and his vision nearly goes black he realizes he’s forgotten to breathe. He pulls back sluggishly and sucks in a deep breath, the blasting ac cooling the cum on his face, and you stare down at him with a dopey smile on your face.

He’s gonna need some more fucking pills.

Sakura has finally gotten to a point in his life where can stomach an actual, physical relationship with you. Affection has always been his weakness, and that coupled with the fact that he likes you, really likes, had kept him at a distance from you for the first few months of your relationship.

You had been patient with him and he had been beyond grateful - this shit wasn’t easy, you know? Especially not when you had a girlfriend that looked like you; cute, pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking, fucking sexy. You made his cheeks burn just by walking in the room, and made his blood rush south just from a simple hug ‘hello’, your breasts pushed against his chest and your scent in his nose.

The two of you had agreed to start off slow, little trials to get him acquainted to touching you, and eventually, you touching him.

He could handle a kiss, a proper one, one packed with emotion and his unbridled feelings for you, he just struggled a bit when you carded your fingers in his hair and invited him in by opening your mouth up. That’s too much - too intimate, too overwhelming, so you hold off on that for another day.

Today, you had decided, was for your breasts.

“I see you stare at them all the time, Haru. You wanna touch ‘em, don’t you?”

He hadn’t even been able to stutter out a lie before your shirt and bra was on his bedroom floor and your tits were out for him to see.

Fuck. Your areolas were big and darker than your nipples, nipples that were as stiff as his dick, and his mouth hangs slack as he watches the way you manipulate them in your hands. Fingers splaying over the soft mounds as you knead them, your eyes trained on his face as you squeeze and shake and bounce and—fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Haruka,” you whine, fingers pinching and pulling at your nipples, and he frantically wipes away the bit of drool that had managed to escape his mouth. “Touch me.”

His cock aches.

“T-Touch you?” He breathes out, bead of sweat traveling down the length of his spine, and his hand, shaking as if he’s some old man with a pharmacy worth of pills on his bedside, reaches out to you. “I can…touch you?”

His fingers twitch as you nod, your glossy lip trapped between your teeth, and god does his cock ache. He grabs you, breath stopping and eyes widening, and his fingers sink into the fat of your too, flesh giving underneath the pressure. Your nipple is hard against his palm and he squeezes again, and again, and again and again until you’re moaning and arching into his touch and his pants are wet because he came like some idiot and his vision is fading out because damn he forgot to breathe.

Suo is used to being the ‘debauched’ one in his relationships. He’s always gone for the reserved girls - the ones who giggle and shy away when he teases them, curl in on themselves when he brushes up against them, shield themselves when he’s got them spread out before him, bare and ready for whatever he wants to give them.

But then he meets you, someone who can take what he dishes and give it back tenfold. His flirting is met with smiles and expectant looks as you spit it back at him, his teasing touches met with bolder, more explicit ones — a brush of his hand along your ass warrants, in your opinion, a firm grab of his quickly hardening cock and a coy smile. A breathless, yet still tame enough for the public, is met with you gripping the back of his neck and messily sucking on his tongue, uncaring of the mess you make in the process.

You’re terrible - lewd, uncouth, wanton, and it’s a breath of fresh air that he can’t get enough of. It’s a constant game of tug-o-war, and you frequently come out on top simply because of the lengths you’re willing to go.

That’s how he ended up in this position, pants and briefs around his ankles as his hands brace themselves against the walls of the bathroom stall. You’re crouched down in front of him, one hand wrapped around the girth of his cock as the other tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your tongue wiggles against the underside of his cock, right on the nerves near the head, and he hisses through clenched teeth, muscles in his lean thighs tensing.

“You should see your face right now, baby.” You giggle, and before he can come up with something witty enough to shut your mouth, you’re swallowing him down until your nose is pressed into neatly trimmed pubes.

His head tips back, nails scratching against the wall and toes curling in his loafers, and a vein bulges in his neck as he fights hard to keep from bucking into your mouth. He’s already been reduced to this in a filthy club bathroom, it’d be a cold day in hell before he gave you the satisfaction of watching him jerk and hump into your mouth like some sexless virgin—like Sakura (no offense, friend).

You hum around him, and he jumps when a hand comes up to cradle his balls, manicured nails rolling the sacs around before squeezing.

“Shit,” he grunts, legs nearly giving out, and his chin drops to his chest as he narrows his eyes on you. You slip him out of your mouth, and he bites his tongue to keep from hissing in distaste.

“What’s the matter, Hayato? You look angry.” You press open mouthed kisses along his shaft, cock jumping each time your lips make contact. “Maybe you’ll look a little happier once I make you come on my face.” His stomach caves in at the thought, and you suckle on his tip, both hands moving to curl around the backs of his thighs as you take him fully back into your mouth.

Your head bobs, cheeks hallowing and tongue licking, and his breaths come quick, hurried, shallow pants and lewd slurping and gagging filling the bathroom. His tip hits the back of your throat and slides in further and Suo stumbles back before catching himself, and you hold fast, nails biting into his skin as you suck even harder.

Suo goes to speak and finds that he can’t, and his balls draw up tight to his body just as you pull off his cock and wrap both your hands around him, twisting and turning and stroking until hot, ropes of cum are landing on your face - cheeks, nose, lips, lashes. You smile through it all, eyes locked on his, and a wave of dizziness hits him and knocks him on his ass back onto the closed toilet seat.

You giggle and coo as you climb up into his lap, hands gripping his face and setting his head straight as he struggles to focus his eyes.

“Wakey, wakey, baby, you’ve gotta clean me all up, remember?”

[voasprofile]

rollo x reader that's like esmeralda

fem! yuu

also I like copied the first scene from the Disney version

rollo has old fashioned ideals? is that what it's called. just very catholi? christian? but like in the old no freedom for women way

also like yuu or you wears like revealing clothes or somewhat of that so beware of that

I kinda rushed this so probably shitty

I personally don't find it dark, but again very religious in a shame on you for wearing that type of way

I think that's all I need to warn you abt

also why the fuck did my azul fic flop😭😭 I think I loved that one the most soo... check it out (ik ik self promoting bitch)

azul fic

"see the finest girl in twisted wonderland! coming all the way from pomefiore in nrc! make an entrance to entrance! dance! yuu!" the announcer said before throwing down a handful of pink powder

it causing a small explosion and in his place, yuu dressed in the finest clothing. although a bit on the revealing side

a red dress with purple accents. a fitted off the shoulder top, with flowy short sleeves made of chiffon. the skirt was a pencil skirt shape that goes down to the ankles, but with a slit on the right side that goes up the upper thigh

her hair was down with a golden/silver headband adorned with rubies (or any jewels which color compliment you) her ears, wrists, and ankles also covered in gold/silver 

dancing to the song of the festival, with a chiffon fabric in hand. swaying and gliding in the stage as if it were ice

rollo was confused weather to be disgusted or entranced

he cannot deny that you were beautiful, ethereal even. if he were to categorize you, he would probably label you as a goddess

but your clothing, the way you present yourself. do you not have self respect? only modest women are respectable women

you continued to jump and dance around, when you then went to the other side of the stage. where rollo's chair was stationed

dancing around the chair before plopping yourself in his lap, bringing him in with the fabric. caressing his face, bringing your face toward his

before playfully exchanging the fabric with his hat, leaving him stunned

continuing the dance around the stage, a few flips, and a split. before taking a guards spear, stabbing it to the ground, and using it as a poll to spin around in

after spinning around a bit you stopped, facing the crowd posing, your right arm and leg up in the air

"and now ladies and gentlemen, here it is the moment you've been waiting for!" the announcer said as you left the stage

rook handing you a towel and a bottle of water. teasing you for taking the school presidents hat

after the event outside the nrc students left to their rooms to freshen up before the ball. they call it a ball but it was more of a casual socializing event

the guys were wearing suits that closely resemble their dorm uniform whilst yuu took a different approach

a form fitting purple spaghetti dress with a v-neckline and a slit also going up the thigh. and white tulle on her shoulders tied in the front

her hair styled with a small crown, and wearing stud earrings

rollo went and did his responsibility and conversed with the students of nrc

the chat was nice, no pauses too long to be considered awkward

the chat ended with some members departing, others sticking around

"pardon me? rollo, right?" yuu asked already knowing the answer

"hmm? yes you're correct" he said

"ah, I just wanted to return this, it would be awfully impolite for me just to keep it" yuu said handing over a box containing a freshly washed hat 

the two continued to converse, seemingly not running out of thing to talk about

they found out that they have a lot in common

from their hobbies to favourite foods, they were like the missing halves of each other

the moon was up in the middle of the sky, departing them

heading to her room yuu felt giddy, finding a gentleman like him

rollo however already planned how to talk to her again, researching her interest and likes

rollo doesn't like that sultry woman, no he couldn't. that could be considered a sin by itself 

but can you blame a man for being swayed by the siren's call?

in front of a fire place he repents, for conversing with such woman, for liking such woman

maybe he could be the one to bring her salvation. yes, who else could do it but him

so be a good girl and go with him, and he shall pave the way to both of your eternal paradise. with each other

[xstarkillerx]

Okay but how would Anakin react to a short ass trying to top him. Because i cannot shake the need to dominate Anakin. Like i just wana pounce and wrestle him into submission before fucking his brains out. I want to ruin him. But i know even without the force its physically not possible as a 4'9 ankle biter but my god the thoughts wont stop 😭😭😭

LEEEEEEET'S TALK ABOUT IT, and I apologize if this ends up being a long tangent, but as a 4'11 switch who's had more submissives than dominants, I feel you! While there are always exceptions, the reality is we will likely never be able to have a dominance style that relies on intimidation or physically overpowering people, but that doesn't mean dominance is an impossibility!

Thinking about this from an Anakin-centric perspective, I'm gonna be honest, even if you WERE taller, stronger, aided by the force, you still wouldn't be able wrestle him into submission because that's Anakin H. Skywalker, that's Darth Vader, that's the Hero With No Fear, it's a losing battle regardless. But like I said, there are other ways to dominate, and what you have is the benefit of a misleading appearance.

Anakin is a cocky man who is often blinded by his love and desire, with that it'd be more of a game of easing him into submission and not showing your cards until he's on his back with his eyes rolling into his head and no clue how you got him there.

If it were me, I'd start playful, right. Distract him from whatever little droid or trinket he's modding in his spare time with a deep kiss and strategic brush of his jaw that implies more. Pull away, but only a little, enough to make him want to close the gap again and when he tries to, pull away entirely. It's bait and you'll see it in his eyes, intrigue for what exactly you're playing at. With your fingers tucked behind his belt, pull him with you; lead him to the bed and kiss him again, stripping off his outer robes and tabards, leaving nothing but his base layers. Before he can get you on your back, make sure his legs are right up against the bed so you can push him against it and climb on top of him.

Understand that, while caught off guard by this, Anakin still probably won't take you seriously at this point, but he's playful when he wants to be and he'd be amused if anything, so you're in a good spot. Keep an unsuspecting ere about it for now though, like you don't quite know what you're doing yet, like you're playing dress up. He'll put his hands on your hips and guide you back and forth against his hardening dick, "explaining to you" with his body what comes next when one is on top. Keep grinding, run your fingers against his skin, kiss his neck and jaw and what little of his chest is exposed while you rub yourself on him until he can't help but grind back. Pull his trousers low on his waist until his cock is exposed. Get him so hard and wanton that he begins digging his dull nails into your thighs, itching to flip you over and put himself on top. When his fingers curl under you, shove your hands beneath the hem of his shirt.

Tease your fingers over the expanse of his body and gyrate faster on his bare cock, as if you're the one losing control. Scrape the side of his ribs with your nails and listen to how the biting pain makes him purr. Kiss him through it. Bring his shirt higher until it lifts over his head and up the expanse of his broad shoulders, his biceps, then his elbows and that's where you spread your hands out over the fabric, locking it tight against his arm and putting your whole weight down on the bed.

It's an awkward restraint position to be in. I honestly think his initial thought would be that you meant to go for the wrists but aren't tall enough, however, you're exactly where you need to be. At his wrists, he'd have the option of using the full strength of his arms to break free; simple pivot from the shoulder is all it would take, but in this position, all he has is his upper arm strength and the awkward flailing at anything below the elbow. Could he break out of it? Oh absolutely, but the chains are the easy part, it's what goes on in here that's hard, Mentally you've already got him halfway there anyway. I personally think he'd be so intrigued from the moment he realized you're serious about this, that somehow you got him locked down with your pretty chest in his face, that he wants to see you go through with it now. Remember how hard you made him, remember that he's already dripping to be inside you.

Before his amusement runs out and he uses the full extent of his power to flip you over and have his way with you, get up close to his ear and make sure he knows "if you try to get free, I'll stop. Now put your cock in me." He'll have just enough range of motion in his arms to guide it into you with the force.

Now have fun fucking his brains out ♥️

Never underestimate your ability to be dominant, to take control of a scene. In my opinion dominance and submission is less about inherent power, but rather how power is transfered from one person to another, is it coaxed? Is it given on a silver platter, bent over in supplication? Is it won, is it bartered for? Everyone has their own way of getting and giving.

Contrast, unconventionality, the mental game of it, that's what's beautiful to me about BDSM now go forth and be a tiny Dom ♥️♥️♥️💖

[packedandstrapped]

Trying to find that one text post about a butch4femme couple flirting with a baby butch and the femme suckin off the bby butch’s orange strap b4 they all go inside 😭 i remember it on your blog but tumblrs search wants to kill me specifically

Is this it? This scenario has taken up a lot of real estate in my brain lately.

Kinda want to invite a shy, inexperienced butch over and hang out on the patio talking about cars and boots, dogs and woodworking. Maybe throw a ball back and forth. Let my wife flirt with them all evening with her tits pouring out of a tight top. Watch their butch hand move over their denim clad cock to cover up how hard they get when she touches their shoulder and offers a glass of cold lemonade. Baby butch eyes staring as I smack and grab her ass as she heads back in the house.

"You want her to take care of that? She's really good.” I'll ask after a few torturous hours of expert level teasing from my wife. I look directly down at the bulge they can't keep their hands off so they know exactly what I'm talking about. There a long pause but I’m not uncomfortable with silence. I like seeing them squirm a bit. Before they can finishing squeaking out “uh are you suuurrreeeee?" l've let out a quick whistle to give my wife the signal she's been straining to hear all night.

She struts back out like a woman on a mission, lust reflected in the darkness of her eyes and looks over to me with a wink. She confidently kneels between our friend's thighs and slowly pushes her hands up their thighs, fingers meeting at the zipper. This is maybe my favorite part. Disbelief in the hooded eyes of a weak butch with a femme on her knees. My wife dips her hand into their now unzipped jeans and pulls out a thick, veiny, bright orange cock and immediate devours it. I watch that gorgeous head of dark hair bobbing up and down on a slick construction cone of a dick. She stops and laughs a little. “why do all dykes love orange?” then traces the head across her upper and then her bottom lip.

My own dick twitches at the sight of this but I’m a grown ass butch that can keep it together so I just continue to watch from a few feet away.

They continue. I start to hear little grunts, gasps of air, keys on a belt loop jangling, long labored breaths, and even an “oh god.” The butch looks over to me almost looking for approval. I don’t know what exactly they’re asking for, but I give my approval. Have your way, you harmless little thing. The butch takes one hand and laces it between thick chunks of my wife’s silky hair, grabbing onto her scalp. The other hand under her chin, holding her still. And I watch as they replace her movements with their rotating hips. Slowly fucking her mouth as they please. As if they’ve been picturing this for hours. I watch as their head falls back against the wicker patio furniture. They quicken the movement of their hips, raising their ass up to take as much as they can. Over and over. My wife shoots me a quick smile despite a cock in her mouth. I know she loves this. This might be her favorite moment. I watch this mesmerizing show for just the right amount of time and then I see it coming. Sweaty butch forehead and neck, hips and thighs finally crashing down to a stop, abs tightening over and over beneath a thin black tshirt, legs shaking, and an arm flung back to grab on to something, anything for dear life. My wife works her come-down magic, slowly milking out every spasm and groan. Lips dragging up the bright orange shaft, her eyes never leaving the butch’s face, wanting to drink in every ounce of the god complex she so rightfully earned.

I give my own dick a firm rub over my jeans and I don’t give the butch more than twenty seconds to recover before I help my lady up off her knees. I hold her hand, leading her inside and yell over my shoulder “Come on in. Now you can watch me fuck her.”

[wtchysvto]

olga and tolys' body headcanons?

i was actually planning on making this post with drawings but i didnt have time to draw it so... also there was another ask like this but it didn't let me edit the draft so i had to delete it and start over and the ask was gone😭

i actually headcanon both tolys and olga as pretty strong, both of them more than likely carry a lot of heavy stuff around and doing all the work around the house also requires some strength after all

olga has strong hands and legs, has wide thighs, and despite being bigger she still has somewhat of a nice waist. i imagine she probably volunteers a lot when she has time (and yk in our time i mean volunteer as in help soldiers which involves a lot) so she keeps up her physical shape, plus doing all the housework at her home

now speaking of scars, considering her complicated history she has quite a bunch of them:

1. olga also has a scar on her stomach from the defeat in the battle of berestechko 1651. it has somewhat faded since then

2. a scar on her chest from the battle of kyiv 1941

3. long scar going down from her shoulder blades to her waist from the khmelnytsky uprising 1648-1657

4. she also has one on her neck closer to the collarbone from the war of independence in 1921

5. had a scar on her chest from the siege of kyiv in 1240 but it has faded since then.

6. she has a long ugly scar on her upper back from the january uprising. it hurt a lot for the first couple decades but doesnt as much these days. sometimes it still hurts, which is also a cause for her back pains besides her chest size.

generally i think ukraine has a lot of small scars on her upper arms from weapons, and her hands have scratches from all sorts of work. speaking of those, my friend pointed out that in most official art ukraine has clothes with clothes upper arms and back which conveniently ties into my headcanons

now speaking of tolys i dont have many headcanons as unfortunately im not as familiar with history of lithuania, so im open to hear any of the headcanons yall might have😭

as ive mentioned before, i think tolys is also pretty strong even if he doesn't look all that menacing (cue that one sketch from himaruya where italy crash tests other characters' chests.). he may look pretty dead outside but boy these muscles do the work 🤭

i dont have any specific scar headcanons for liet, just mostly scars on his back we already know from canon. he was in many battles so there plenty of scars all over

also i think he has a habit of nervous scratching, and sometimes those dont heal for a while because he scratches them open again

now one of my favorite headcanons for tolys is that he has wolf-like fangs! it all comes down from the legend of the founding of vilnius, where gediminas dreamt of an iron wolf on a hill and a priest said it was a sign, so gediminas built the capital there

when latvia saw his fangs for the first time it kinda scared him, he thought lithuania was a werewolf😭

thats it for now! id be glad to hear any headcanons you guys have, bc i kinda suck at making them

[kitten4sannie]

𝐏𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖆𝖑 𝐀𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖙𝖞

part 2

Incubus! San x Fem! Reader x Boyfriend! Wooyoung 

Genre: just actual depravity   

Summary: After going to a fun Halloween party, you and your boyfriend were completely exhausted. You happily turned in, welcoming a night of restful sleep. That is, until you had a visitor. 

W.C: 7.8k (Idek what happened…I was just editing it and it got longer somehow 😭 Welp, it’s Halloween so I have an excuse to go overboard 🖤)

Warnings: *possibly triggering content* brief noncon (if this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this), mind control/mind manipulation, dom! San, San is a sadistic/dualistic demon with a monster cock, sub! reader, sub! Wooyoung, woosan, dirty talk, pet names, name calling, degradation, ownership kink, biting, blood play, manhandling, tongue kink?, voyeurism, cuckolding, kissing, spit play, masterbation, edging, dacryphilia, cum swapping, oral (receiving), pussy slapping, squirting, frotting, anal, double penetration (rough and unprotected), mind break, creampie 

A/N: Thank you guys for all the love on my teaser! I'm really excited i get to share this one cuz this is the filthiest shit I’ve ever written 🖤 Also, if you liked this please consider reblogging or leaving a little comment, even if it’s just a simple “this was good”. It would really help in giving me the motivation to continue writing 🥺 San’s a part of the demon line so that’s pretty much where the inspo came from 👍🏼 I hope everyone has a fun Halloween, stay safe, and enjoyyyy 🤭🖤

P.S: I tried to implement a little humor at the very end, since this ended up being a little dark ;;

Song Recs: Devil by Wonho, Blood Walk by Cabaret Nocturne, Sleep Paralysis by Sidewalks and Skeletons, Grey Veils by Chainless, and Closer by Nine Inch Nails (“I’ve got no soul to sell”, “you let me desecrate you”, “you can have my absence of faith” like must I go on??? this song is perfect for this 😭) 

Masterlist

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You sighed heavily, using all of your strength to pull your intoxicated body out of the car you were in, gently pushing your back against the car door to close it. “Ugh, my feet hurtttt…” you complained, turning your head to watch as your boyfriend walked around from the driver’s side of the car and over to you, wrapping an arm securely around your waist. 

“And that’s why I was trying to get us out of there. I already knew you’d be exhausted. But nooo, you just had to dance to ‘your song’ like ten times in a row.” 

Wooyoung shook his head slightly, gently guiding you up to the front steps of your shared apartment, unlocking the door with his free hand. 

“Whateverrrr, I was just having fun. That was literally the only party we’ve gone to this entire year,” you reasoned, leaning your head against Wooyoung’s shoulder, allowing him to lead you past the entrance and down the hall into your bedroom. 

“Yeah, you’re right. I’m sorry, baby. I’m glad you had fun,” he apologized, cupping your face with his hands and giving you a small pout. “Just go easy on the drinks next time, okay? I don’t want you getting sick.” 

You nuzzled your face against his hands, appreciating his warmth. “I got it, Dad,” you replied playfully, giving him a quick kiss, prior to throwing yourself onto the bed and lazily pulling all of your clothes off, except for your underwear. You watched as Wooyoung stripped off his own clothes and gave you a quick wink, before jumping into bed next to you. 

“You wanna…mess around?” Wooyoung inquired, rubbing small circles on the side of your upper thigh, his eyes focusing on your own. 

“Mm, not tonight, Woo. I’m super tired…like I’m ready to pass out.” Without another word, you faced away from him and pushed yourself back against his body, so that he could hold you. 

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you and kissed the back of your head, whispering, “Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams.” 

“Night, Woo. Sleep tight.”

You fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes, getting sent into a random dream that you would probably struggle to remember once you woke up the next morning. Unfortunately for you, you wouldn’t be able to sleep long enough to even achieve that. 

After a few hours passed, your body suddenly jolted, bringing you out of your unconscious state. You opened your eyes and scanned the darkness near your side of the bed, a feeling of uneasiness immediately creeping up your spine. There was an intense presence in the room, one that was so palpable that you couldn’t even try to ignore it and go back to sleep. Gathering up all your courage, you took in a deep breath and pulled your covers down so that you could scan the room in front of you. Nothing could have possibly prepared you for what came next. 

You saw a pair of bright red eyes glowing against the darkness that swallowed the room, causing your breath to initially get stuck in your throat and your body to jolt, out of pure shock. “Wh-what the fuck?” you eventually cursed in a shaky voice, immediately pulling yourself from Wooyoung’s grasp and sitting up, pressing your back against the headboard, the metal cold on your bare skin. “I gotta be hallucinating. There’s…no way…I-i must still be asle…” Your voice trailed off when you saw the pair of eyes grow closer and closer, an outline of what appeared to be a naked man becoming more clear to you. 

“Fortunately for you, darling, I am very much real,” the mysterious being revealed in a soft, yet sultry voice. 

“Wake up, Y/N! Fucking wake up!” you whisper-yelled to yourself, slapping your cheeks roughly a few times. You were freaked out enough already, so it didn’t help when the entity suddenly disappeared into thin air and reappeared, sitting directly next to you, just a few inches away. 

That was when you felt true fear, as well as something else you couldn’t quite detect in the moment, but all you knew was that it was causing your mind to feel clouded and a knot to begin developing in your stomach. 

“G-get the hell away from me!” 

You couldn’t even get another word out, as one of the being’s slender fingers came up to your gaping mouth and slid teasingly from your top lip down to your bottom lip, his sharp black nail scraping lightly against your skin. You winced slightly, still unable to take your eyes off of his glowing ones. 

“Don’t be scared, little one. I’m not here for your soul. I’m here for your body,” he informed, letting out an airy chuckle. 

Now that you could get a good look at him, you realized that he wasn’t as scary-looking as your frightened mind had previously assumed. Sure, his gaze alone was able to strike terror into your fragile heart, but his angular, feline-like features intrigued you. To be quite frank, you had never encountered someone who was this captivating before, besides Wooyoung of course. Not to mention, the entity’s overwhelming presence even made you forget that Wooyoung was laying just a few inches away from you, still snoring peacefully as though there wasn’t a literal demon in your room. 

“Wh-who are you? What...are you?” you murmured softly, barely able to hear your words over the sound of your heart pounding inside your chest. 

“You wouldn’t be able to pronounce my birth name, so you can just call me San,” he explained, his words sounding almost serpent-like when he said his name. “And lucky for you, sweetheart, I’m an incubus.” 

“I-incubus? Like a…a…demon?” you stammered nervously, almost paralyzed with fear at this point. Suddenly hearing Wooyoung talking incoherently in his sleep, you briefly considered trying to wake him up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to move even a single inch.

“Mm-hmm.” 

San’s intensely warm hands pressed down onto your thighs, immediately giving you goosebumps. They slowly traveled past your hips and onto your waist, forcefully pulling your bodies together. The skin-on-skin contact sent what felt to be electricity through your body, causing the knots in your stomach to tighten significantly.

San sighed lightly, caressing your hips, his nails just barely dragging along your soft skin. “Simply put, I like to play with pretty girls like you at night…Pretty boys too,” he purred into your ear, as his crimson eyes flickered down to admire Wooyoung’s sprawled out, half-naked body. 

Before you could even come up with something to respond with, San was already planting a few light kisses from your jaw down to your shoulder. Each kiss left a burning sensation on your skin, causing more goosebumps to form. His long, snake-like tongue fell from his mouth and slid down the valley of your breasts, then back up to your neck, leaving a trail of saliva behind.

“A-aah...” you let slip out, unconsciously arching your back, unable to stop yourself from reacting to his touch. 

“Mm, if you make noises like that, I might not be able to keep myself from biting you,” San warned, bringing his face up near yours, so that his lips and tongue could carefully glide along your jaw, savoring the way you tasted. 

“N-no, wait…” Your body tensed up, not only from his words, but from the pain you felt as soon as he made contact with your skin. It was as if someone had held a lighter just a little too close to your jaw, allowing the tip of the flame to flicker along it, enough to singe the peach fuzz away. 

“Maybe just a little bite…” He fought himself internally for a second, just to end up baring his sharp white teeth and sinking them into your neck, wanting to pull back to see the blood eventually trickle out. Anticipating that you’d react, he placed a hand securely over your mouth, just in time for your shriek to be mostly muted, his nails stabbing lightly into your cheek. 

You looked down at San with watery eyes, letting out a whimper, somehow both afraid and aroused at the same time. 

“Awwh, what’s wrong? Did that hurt?” San mocked, giving you a pout, his lips curling up into a wicked smile when he heard you make another sound of disapproval. “That sound you made just now was even cuter than…than…the…” He sniffed the air, his unusual irises forming into small slits, his hand dropping from your face, abruptly being distracted by the blood that was slowly dripping out of your neck. He lapped it up, making sure to repeatedly prod his tongue into the bite marks he left as well, all while emitting soft groans of pleasure. 

You shuddered, an unfamiliar, almost overwhelming sensation developing within you, instantly becoming lightheaded because of it. It was as if you had been injected with a cocktail of aphrodisiacs, rendering you vulnerable to the way your brain was screaming for San to destroy you beyond recognition. 

“Feeling good?” the demon taunted in a deep, gravelly voice, giving you a satisfied grin, crimson staining his sharpened teeth. “You must be…Just look at this…” San motioned down to your now-hardened nipples that were poking through the thin material of your bra. He licked his lips, using one of his nails to slice open your bra down the middle, causing your breasts to spill out of it.

“S-San…” You whined a bit, your already incredibly flushed face feeling even warmer, from the way he was drinking in the sight of your exposed chest. 

“Mm, you’ll let me have a taste, won’t you?” he asked rhetorically, believing you weren’t capable of resisting him. He chuckled at his words, until he was too focused on using his mouth to latch onto one of your breasts, while his hand squeezed the other. 

You sank back into the headboard, your breathing already starting to sound labored. Noticing the beautiful, yet unintelligible symbols that neatly decorated most of San’s body, you closed your eyes and shook your head, trying to come to terms with the fact that you were dealing with an otherworldly being. 

This had to be a dream, right? There was no way that you were actually in this situation. You almost felt some kind of comfort knowing that this probably wasn't happening, but you couldn’t fight the feeling that it was real; the sensation of being touched and bit into was far too realistic. You could smell blood in the air — your own blood. To make things worse, there was still an incessant throbbing pain in your neck where he had broken the flesh. And, of course, you couldn’t ignore the wetness that had been dripping out of you ever since he put his hands on you. Though it was incredibly depraved, you almost hoped that Wooyoung would never wake up, so that San could continue doing as he pleased. 

“Look at me,” San mumbled against your breast, his heavy tongue rolling over your nipple and then flicking at it, before focusing his attention on the other one, getting bothered when you didn’t obey. “I said, look.” 

Though you heard your brain screaming at you, you kept your eyes shut, wanting to hold onto the possibility that this was an alcohol-induced nightmare, so that you didn’t have to feel like you were cheating on your boyfriend. You figured that if you tried to resist him, even if it was in small instances, you could alleviate the guilt that was trying to claw its way into your heart. 

San let out a low growl, resisting the urge to bite your nipples, knowing that they would be gone in a second — if he gave into his dark desires. Instead, San bit into the side of one of your breasts, not deep enough to cause major damage, but just enough to draw a certain amount of blood from where his teeth sliced into your soft flesh. “Bad girl…” He sucked on your stinging skin, taking slow gulps of your life source, while using two fingers to tweak one of your overly sensitive nipples. 

You let out a long, strangled moan, wanting to completely lose yourself to the pain and pleasure he was providing you. You couldn’t even make sense of what was happening; your brain was too foggy, too clouded with lust. All you could do was lay limp, knowing you couldn’t escape the demon’s clutches. 

“Open your mouth for me,” he demanded, appearing even more devilish (if that was possible) when you did just as he asked of you, after a moment of hesitation. San snaked his arms around you, squeezing your body against his heated one, diving tongue-first into your mouth, causing you to gag from the overwhelming taste and smell of iron.

“Mmmn…!” You almost choked when his tongue wrapped around your own and slid further back into your mouth, the forked tip of it tickling the entrance of your throat. 

San let out a pleased, guttural sound into your mouth, one of his hands slipping down between your bodies and past your soaked panties. Being careful not to stab you with his nails, San rubbed slow, teasing circles around your clit, only speeding up when he felt your hips moving involuntarily. 

You felt the muscles in your thighs tighten in response to the multiple avenues of pleasure San was providing you, unable to do anything, besides moaning incessantly onto his tongue that now lapping at your own. 

After he had his fill, San broke the kiss, long strings of red-tinted saliva still connecting your lips together. “I never would’ve guessed you’d be so obedient. You seemed so scared at first, but now here you are…moaning for me like a brainless little whore, while your boyfriend’s laying right next to you,” he exhaled out, his eyes glowing a little brighter than before, but only for a split-second. 

“I-it’s not my fault! You did this to me! I know you did…My body…it-…I can’t even explain it…” you argued, your eyes half-lidded, a bit of drool leaking out of your mouth. 

San licked his lips, looking at you like you were his next meal, clearly pleased with your current state. “Yes, there is some truth to that; I’ll give you that…but, the thing is, love, I could smell your arousal as soon as you laid your pretty little eyes on me.” His fingers went back to teasing your clit, this time pressing them firmly against your sensitive bud, rubbing it in tighter, more precise circles. 

“W-wait…! It…aah…feels too good…” When he didn’t stop, you instinctively tried to push him away, almost successfully doing so, until he decided to retaliate. 

“Actions have consequences, whore.” 

You let out a sharp gasp, thrown off by the way that San had effortlessly pulled you forward and shoved you back into the headboard using his free hand, your head hitting the metal hard in the process. “Shit…” you mumbled, your hand moving up to rest against the back of your head and rubbing it a bit, waiting for the throbbing to stop. 

The loud, reverberating clang was somehow the thing that woke Wooyoung up out of his deep sleep, causing him to open his eyes. He squinted into the darkness, before his eyes started to focus properly, with the aid of the moonlight that slipped in through the half-shut blinds behind the bed. “Wh…What the fuck is going on?! Who the fuck are you?!” he shouted, already sitting up in bed, ready to beat the shit out of the naked stranger that had his hands all over his girlfriend. 

San grinned like the Cheshire Cat, as he turned his attention to the other male, quickly grabbing him by the shoulders and forcing him down onto the mattress. 

“Hey there, sleepyhead. I’m glad you finally decided to join us,” San remarked, his tongue slithering out of his mouth slightly, so that he could run it across his top set of fangs.

Wooyoung looked up helplessly at the otherworldly being with bewildered eyes, unable to process what was going on. “W-what the fuck are you talking about?! Why are you in my hou-��� Wooyoung was instantly silenced when San’s mouth encased his own, feeling the demon’s hand force his jaw open, so that their tongues could come in contact with one another. 

“Mm-mmm…!” the weaker man protested, pushing on the other’s shoulders and hitting them with closed fists. After a few more seconds of struggling, his body eventually relaxed. He gasped into San’s mouth, an unholy amount of arousal spreading throughout his body like an untamed wildfire, almost causing him to lose his mind right then and there. 

San sucked eagerly on the young man’s tongue, his own coiling around it, earning a soft moan from him. Wooyoung’s eyes fluttered shut, his hands slowly finding their way into the demon’s raven hair, his entire demeanor switching in an instant. 

All you could do was watch, slack-jawed, as this unfolded before you, until you were ultimately unable to ignore the constant pulsing you felt in between your legs. Without a second thought, you began to play with yourself, holding back a moan and forcing yourself to go slow, so that you didn’t cum too fast. 

After breaking the somewhat messy kiss, San ran his fingers through Wooyoung’s soft hair, thoroughly admiring the way his spit was left on and around the other’s mouth. “I want you to call me San, pretty boy.” 

“S-San…” Wooyoung choked out, his brown eyes filled to the brim with unadulterated lust. “P-please…kiss me more…”

Hearing this caused both you and the demon to moan in unison at Wooyoung’s bold desperation. San turned his attention back to you, smiling lewdly when he saw that you were rubbing your pussy, pleased that you were finally submitting to the lust inside you. 

“How sinful of you, my darling. You like seeing me play with your boyfriend that much?” 

“Yeah…” you exhaled, biting your bottom lip, just as you pulled your panties off hastily, so that you could resume your previous endeavor to cum. “Please continue…” 

“Good idea.” San didn’t waste any time shoving his tongue back into Wooyoung’s eager mouth, this time exploring in a more lazy, but sloppy way, their spit mixing together and dripping down their chins. 

When Wooyoung felt San’s warm fingers pull off his boxers and wrap around his stiff cock, he whimpered into the demon’s mouth, arms wrapping tightly around his neck. 

“So hard for me already, baby…You want me that bad?” San purred in a deep voice, after breaking the kiss Wooyoung so desperately wanted to continue. 

“I need you, San…please…” 

“Even though your girlfriend is sitting right there? You want her to watch me take care of you?” San pushed further, his dick throbbing against their flush bodies. 

Wooyoung turned his head to make eye contact with you, feeling somewhat conflicted initially, but when he saw the blatant lust written on your face, he knew that you both wanted the same thing.

“I really want her to watch me when I cum for you,” he exhaled, earning a pleased groan of approval from the demon. “Hurry up, please!” Wooyoung gripped San’s upper arms tightly, feeling his muscles flexing underneath his fingers. 

“Oh, my Lucifer, you two are so cute. I’m going to fucking ruin the both of you. In fact, I’m going to make sure you two never forget how you let a demon have his way with you…” San expressed, breathing heavily from hearing his own words, a bit of drool starting to escape his lips.

“Stop with the monologue and just make him cum alreadyyy…'' you whined, pressing your head against the headboard, slowing down your hand movements, but not stopping completely. 

“So cute,” San repeated, eyeing you, until Wooyoung grabbed his face and forced him to look down at him. And just like that, San was back to kissing Wooyoung in the most passionate way possible, for an unprecedented amount of time, their spit now getting anywhere and everywhere. Wooyoung periodically ground his hips into San's, desperate for some relief. 

Breaking the kiss once more, San carefully pushed three fingers into Wooyoung’s mouth to gather up some of their combined spit, using it to lubricate the young man’s throbbing cock, quickly working his hand up and down it, without showing any signs of slowing down. 

“Fffuck! San!” Wooyoung cried, gasping for air. He felt himself getting closer and closer to his release in a matter of minutes, the gradual buildup of pleasure inside him feeling ten times better than it usually did. 

“Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Hmm? Are you gonna shoot your load out for me like the good boy you are?” San inquired, sweat dripping down his forehead and onto Wooyoung’s flushed face, his hand movements suddenly slowing down to an infinitely slower tempo.

“Yes…please…let me…” he replied breathlessly, his back arching, due to the mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him. 

San stopped moving his hand and squeezed the base of Wooyoung’s length, his voice dropping an octave, “But, what if I want to see you cry first, huh?” He turned to face you, biting his lip when he saw the state of desperation you were in. “What do you think, pretty girl? Should I make him cry?” 

You panted heavily, fingers buried to the hilt inside your soaking wet pussy, shoving them in and out of yourself. You never felt this high before — this consumed with desire. If you weren’t careful, you could easily get addicted to this kind of feeling. You opened your mouth to encourage San, requesting under your breath, “Do it…” 

San’s eyes rolled back into his head, nearly cumming himself, without any physical stimulation — just from hearing the two words that left your lips. “You heard her, baby. Let me see those tears,” he cooed, his hand working Wooyoung’s swollen shaft in a way that he had never experienced before, making sure to stop abruptly out of nowhere, only to repeat the process over and over, until tears finally began to run down Wooyoung’s warm cheeks. 

“Sannnn…” Wooyoung whined, sniffling, trying to hold on to his sanity the best he could. He wiped some of his tears away, only stopping when San had swatted his hand down.

“Bad,” San mumbled, leaning down to his face, so that he could lick the tears away instead, his hand still idly pumping Wooyoung’s pulsing length.

 “Sannn, pleasepleaseplease let me cum…!” 

“I suppose you’ve had enough,” San chuckled, unable to resist Wooyoung’s pleading, but suddenly lifting up the crying young man’s legs and positioning them so that they were almost all the way over his head. “You look so pretty like this…” Hearing Wooyoung still moaning and repeating the word ‘please’ like a mantra, San jerked him off as fast as he possibly could, groaning all the while. “Cum, baby. Cum for me…” 

White, hot pulses of intoxicating pleasure tore through Wooyoung’s body, causing him to let out a few choked moans, his face contorting, as though he was in pain. “San! Oh my fucking god...!” he cried out, as his load shot out of his cock in long spurts, landing on his own face and mouth. 

Just as you witnessed Wooyoung meet his high in such a vulnerable position, your own orgasm ripped through you, your hips bucking uncontrollably, as a result. You couldn’t even make a single sound when an abundant amount of arousal gushed out of your pussy, dripping down your inner thighs and onto the sheets of the mattress. 

San leered at you with half-closed eyes, chiming, “What a good girl,” before focusing his attention back on Wooyoung, who already looked fucked out of his mind. “And, you’re a good boy…Can you be an even better boy for me and clean up your mess?” San suggested lustfully, reaching up to gather up Wooyoung’s release with his fingers and guiding it into the younger man’s already open mouth. 

“Oh, wow…” you whispered to yourself, slumping down against your pillows, not having the energy to touch yourself again, but still mesmerized by what was going on right next to you. 

San swallowed harshly, barely able to handle how hard he was at this point. However, he persisted, incredibly satisfied by just feeding off of the sexual energy both you and your boyfriend were providing him. “Don’t swallow, baby. I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do with it.” 

Wooyoung nodded his head slightly, feeling more cum slide down his throat, causing him to close it so that he wouldn’t accidentally swallow. He obediently held it in his mouth, breathing carefully through his nose, so that he didn’t choke. 

San sat up and grabbed your arm, forcefully yanking you further down so that you were lying next to your almost fully delirious partner. “I want to watch you drink up all of your cute little boyfriend’s cum from his mouth…but make sure to take your time. Can you do that for me, my darling?” the demon instructed, finally reaching down to wrap his fingers around his hard cock and stroking it lightly. 

You nodded quickly, just as Wooyoung grabbed you by the shoulders and brought you down onto him, his cum-covered tongue slipping past your parted lips. His cum was still very warm and slightly bitter, slowly getting passed around from his mouth to yours and vice versa. 

“Fffuck, that’s it…just like that…” the demon commented, jerking himself off at an incredibly rapid pace, but only when he saw how you had pulled back for a second and let a combination of spit and cum drip down from your mouth onto your boyfriend’s tongue. 

“Look at you, baby…You’re so good for me…” you murmured quietly for only Wooyoung to hear, causing him to let out a small whine, his fingers caressing your cheek. You sighed softly, just as you grabbed Wooyoung’s chin and slurped his cum back into your mouth, earning an even louder whine from him. 

San simply couldn’t take it, reaching his orgasm sooner than he had expected, due to the lewd show he was witnessing. “Fuck…!” he gasped, tossing his head back and shutting his eyes tightly, staining your bed with his seed.

You and Wooyoung both swallowed the remainder of cum and saliva, gazing into each other’s eyes afterwards. Wooyoung ran his thumb over your bottom lip, looking at you with love and lust in his eyes, panting softly, “I…love you…so much…” 

You smiled down at him, lightly caressing his jaw, almost forgetting about the demon sitting on the bed in front of you. “I love you more, Woo.” 

“How adorable,” San chimed dryly, unable to keep himself from grimacing. “You two can fuck after I leave; I’m not done with either of you. Especially you, my little slut.” After addressing you directly, he grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you towards him, promptly spreading your legs apart.

He laid down on the bed, bringing his face close to your slit, his tongue already beginning to slide out of his mouth. “You better squirt for me,” was all he said before his mouth was glued to your pussy, eating you out like his life depended on it. 

“San!” you cried out, unable to handle the sudden influx of pleasure. The pads of his fingers rubbed violently against your swollen clit, his long tongue sliding vigorously up and down your slit, the tip of it already teasing your hole. “Oh my godddd…” Your hands found their way into his jet black hair, gripping it tightly when you felt him push more of his tongue into you. 

San’s cat-like eyes bored into your own, the corner of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Uh-huhhh…I know you love it, baby…” he mused, just before he plunged his tongue deep inside your pulsing entrance, letting out a small ‘ahh’ sound each time he shoved it in and out of you. 

You tossed your head back against the mattress, an endless string of curses and moans leaving your lips, your fingertips squeezing into the sides of the demon’s head. “Don’t stop! Dont fucking stop!” San’s unusually sized tongue threatened to break your mind, but you didn’t care; you just wanted him to keep going.

He wasn’t going to stop, even if you had felt differently — so it worked out. San continued to shove his tongue deep into you, his eyes disappearing behind his half-shut eyelids, giving the illusion that he had no irises. 

Wooyoung had his fingers in your (h/c) hair, playing with it, and silently watching you with a smile on his face and the tip of his cock throbbing against his lower abdomen. “So beautiful…” he sighed, inviting you to turn your face to meet his gaze. 

You felt your cheeks grow warmer from the way he was looking at you. “Yeah?” you whispered, as he grabbed onto one of your breasts with his free hand, gently kneading it. 

“Mm-hmm, now come here.” He leaned down and gave you a soft kiss, his plump lips enveloping yours. “Mmm…” he murmured, his voice vibrating into your mouth, his fingers still stroking your hair. 

A pained, muffled cry tore through your vocal cords, feeling an intense piercing sensation near your inner thigh, bringing you to pull away from your boyfriend in order to see what had just happened to you. “What the fuck?!” you reacted as San pulled up slightly, a fair amount of blood dripping down his chin and onto the sheets. 

San growled like an animal would, baring his pointed, blood-stained teeth and looking at you with a hostile glare. “Take your eyes off of me one more time and it’ll hurt a lot more than that. Do I make myself clear?” His hands were squeezing into your thighs, tight enough that his nails began digging painfully into your skin.

“Y-yes, I got it! Please…stop!” you choked, feeling your eyes begin to water when the demon started pushing his tongue against the raw, bleeding section of skin that he bit in. 

San quietly slurped at it until the blood began to clot, swallowing the rest down with a satisfied hum and licking his lips clean. To punish you further, he quickly swatted your swollen pussy with his hand, rubbing it slightly, before doing it once again. “Silly whore doesn’t know her place…” 

You cried out in pain and pleasure, sweat dripping along your jaw and down your neck, settling inside the crevices of your collarbones. “F-fuck…” 

“There, I stopped. Are you happy now?” San asked dryly, eyes flickering from your half-closed ones to Wooyoung’s somewhat worried ones, once he had seen that you gave him a slow nod. “You enjoying the show, pretty boy?” His eyes scanned down the young man’s toned body and settled on his shamelessly hard cock. “Looks like it. I didn’t picture you as the type to get off on watching a demon drinking your girl’s blood after tongue-fucking her. You’re almost as nasty as I am,” he commented, as if he was proud, his previous anger melting away and being replaced by a pleased demeanor. 

A deep blush appeared on Wooyoung’s cheeks, his hand traveling up to his neck, so that he could rub it awkwardly. “I-i guess I am, yeah…”

San rolled his eyes at Wooyoung’s reaction, prior to using one of his fingers to beckon him to his side. “Make yourself useful and finger your girlfriend while I play with her clit, okay? You better do it right, too. I want to see her squirt,” he instructed, making his request very clear once again. 

Wooyoung nodded at San, giving you a soft smile and a wink afterwards, as an attempt to ease the absolute insanity of the situation. He then slid his ring and middle finger into your wet hole, beginning to push them in and out of you. It wasn’t hard for him to bring you back to an intensely pleasurable place, considering that he already knew your body like the back of his hand. 

You moaned and moaned in response, all the while making sure you didn’t accidentally take your eyes off of San. Your back arched forcefully once you felt the demon’s heavy tongue rubbing rapidly against your clit, not even stopping for a second. “S-San…! Ffffuck, I’m gonna…!”

San gave Wooyoung a serious look, using only his eyes, speeding up his movements and applying as much pressure as he could with his tongue. Wooyoung switched it up, slipping in a third digit, as well as curling his fingers up into your cunt. They both eagerly continued their movements at an unforgiving speed, their eyes focused solely on you. “Cum for us, baby,” Wooyoung encouraged, licking his lips, his brown eyes practically sparkling. 

You resisted the urge to look at him, fearful of how San would react. Instead, you kept your eyes on the demon, chanting his name as though it were a prayer. The last time his name left your lips, it came out as a scream. You used your hands to hold San’s face down against your pussy, just in time for you to squirt all over him. 

“Mmmnnn…” San groaned against your slit, eagerly lapping up your essence into his mouth, only stopping when he noticed Wooyoung about to taste your cum on his fingers. With lightning speed, San had grabbed Wooyoung’s wrist tightly, their faces only a few inches apart. “Mine,” was all he said, carefully slipping Wooyoung’s fingers into his mouth, using his tongue to thoroughly clean your wetness from each of his digits. 

The two men exchanged eye contact for a while until San broke it by turning his head to study your fucked-out face. “Think you can take both of us at once? Hmm? Would you be able to handle that, my pretty little slut?” he challenged with a sharp-toothed grin, his head tilting to the side.

The insatiable lust inside you hadn’t been quenched whatsoever; in fact, it was even more debilitating than ever, the previous foreplay you endured acting as gasoline, bringing you closer and closer to the brink of insanity. “Yes. Yes, I can,” you replied, gazing back at the demon with an intensely serious expression, pushing yourself up from the bed and sitting on your knees.

San pushed some air out of his nose, casually grabbing Wooyoung’s shoulders and pushing him down onto the mattress, before positioning himself against the other male’s body, so that they were scissoring. “Mm, that’s it…” 

Wooyoung let out a soft moan, unable to handle how their cocks were pressing directly against one another. “A-are you sure you can take us, baby? San’s…his…is a lot bigger than mine,” he murmured, looking up at you worriedly, as you hovered hesitantly next to them, your hand resting gently on your worried boyfriend’s thigh. 

“Um, well…” you replied, suddenly feeling a lot less confident than before, now that you could get a closer look at San’s hardened cock. It was slightly thicker than Wooyoung’s, at least five inches longer, and a lot veinier. You stared at it for a while, drool pooling inside your mouth, the voice inside your head begging you to ride him growing louder in volume, the longer you waited.

Your reaction brought a pleased smile to San’s face, his seductive voice interrupting your decision-making, “We'll just have to make sure she has enough lube to work with, now don’t we, baby?” he said matter-of-factly in Wooyoung’s direction, spitting into his hand and suddenly gripping both of their cocks with his large tattooed hand, immediately beginning to jerk them off. 

“Oh, fuck…” Wooyoung exhaled, tossing his head back for a moment, his slightly damp hair bouncing along to his movement. He gritted his teeth tightly when he felt San’s hand squeeze their shafts together, eventually relaxing his jaw, giving into the pleasurable feeling. “Nnngh…” With half-closed eyes and parted lips, he simply watched as the demon’s hand continued to move in an overzealous manner. 

“Ahh, it’s getting a little rough. Mind helping us out, darling?” San questioned, turning his head up to look at you, one eyebrow raised slightly. 

You answered his question by leaning yourself down in front of their cocks, gathering up as much spit in your mouth as you possibly could, then letting it drip down onto them. You did this until you could hear the lewd wet sounds San’s hand was making, as he furiously jerked himself and Wooyoung off. 

“Oh, ffffuck yeah…that’s it,” San groaned out, his hand movements starting to become more sloppy, but still fast-paced. “I can feel how much your cock is throbbing against mine, baby. Just let go and cum already.” 

“S-San! Oh my goddd…” Wooyoung moaned, his hips bucking up a few times. He let out a few more choked moans, his orgasm tearing violently through him, San’s name falling from his lips over and over. 

A loud, primal sound erupted from San’s throat, cumming at the same time as Wooyoung, quickly holding his hand over both of their tips, in order to catch most of their cum inside his palm. “Fuck…” he exhaled, his chest moving up and down, trying to catch his breath. 

“Wow…” You wiped some drool from your lips, almost certain that there was a small puddle of arousal soaking into the bed underneath you. 

San’s eyes flickered up to yours, a pleased smile on his sweaty face. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he inquired breathlessly, slowly moving his cum-covered hand up and down both his and Wooyoung’s lengths, getting them hard again almost instantly. He pushed some air out of his nose when he saw you licking your lips and nodding your head adamantly. “You loved watching that, didn’t you? I bet your tight little pussy is nice and wet for me now, huh?”

“Why don’t you look for yourself?” Making sure to face San, you straddled both of them, spreading your folds apart, so that he could see just how wet you were. 

The demon took in a deep inhale and let it out, extremely satisfied with your whorishness. “Good girl. Now, get to work.” 

“Hold on.” Wooyoung reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the conveniently placed bottle of lube that he had forgotten to put away the previous night, squirting some on his fingers and prodding them past the rim of your tight hole, working them in and out, until you were to take him. “Go slow, baby…” Wooyoung suggested airily, gently rubbing one of your hips and smiling at the back of your head, knowing you weren’t going to look away from San. 

Taking in a deep breath, you hesitantly slid yourself down onto their cocks, taking them both in each of your entrances, and in turn, feeling a deep, unwavering strain within your inner walls, as well as an incessant urge to move immediately and fuck yourself to the point of no return. “F-ffffuck…” 

San grabbed your hips and slowly dragged them down, both him and Wooyoung letting out groans of satisfaction, as soon as they bottomed-out inside of you. “Fffuck, you’re so tight for us, you slutty fucking whore. I can’t wait to stretch you out,” he mused excitedly, his crimson eyes turning completely black, including his scleras. 

You noticed this change right away, murmuring nervously, “J-just give me a second to adjust, okay?”

San gave you an ominous smile, his fingers latching onto your waist. “Sorry, darling, I can’t wait,” he replied, his voice sounding multi-layered, like there were others speaking along with him. Before you could even process this, he began slamming his hips up viciously into yours. 

“Fuck!” you cried out in a strained voice, unable to do anything except take it, not able to contend with his inhuman strength. “P-please! I-aaah-I can’t! It’s too much!” You pleaded with your teary eyes, sort of put off by San’s black ones, but ignoring it, wanting him to show some kind of compassion for you.

 This didn’t work, in the slightest, his only response being to grin evilly up at you and grabbing your wrists, holding them down against your thighs.

“Please, slow down…!”

San shook his head, sweat flying off of his face, his nails digging into your skin and drawing blood. “Shut the fuck up and take this cock!” he snarled, sparing no sympathy for you whatsoever, continuing to thrust into you with reckless abandon.

When a potent amount of pleasure began consuming your body and mind, you relaxed your hands within San’s grasp, letting out a strangled series of moans. 

“I knew you’d give in, my love…You can’t resist me.” 

You didn’t even notice when he had stopped moving entirely and you just started mindlessly fucking yourself; all you knew was that you were doing something right, thoroughly enjoying the way the two men throbbed continuously inside you. 

The demon took immense satisfaction in your submission, prompting him to target Wooyoung, “Do you like how I fucked your girlfriend so hard she went completely dumb? Huh? Do you like how she's riding my cock like it’s her new religion?” 

Wooyoung could barely react to what was happening, having lost his mind just as you did, completely consumed with lust. “Y-essss, I love it when my baby feels good…” After that, the only thing that was coming out of his mouth were moans and your name. The combination of being inside your tight hole and the rampant arousal that coursed through him threatened to break his mind permanently. 

“F-uuuckkk…” Never breaking eye contact with San, even for a second, you continued to bounce on their lengths with unwavering enthusiasm, getting closer and closer to your much-needed release. 

“Take it! Take it! Take it!” the demon chanted, unable to keep himself from letting out a maniacal-sounding laugh, resisting the urge to fuck you into a coma. “Say my fucking name, you whore!” 

“San…! Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking cum! Just for you, San! Just for you!” you cried obediently, taking in a sharp inhale, when San rewarded you by grabbing both of your breasts and massaging them, using the pads of his thumbs to roll your nipples around. 

“That’s fucking right. You hear that, pretty boy?”

Wooyoung mumbled something incoherently, his eyes moving around underneath his shut eyelids, unable to add anything to the dynamic — other than moaning and cursing. 

You desperately ground your hips down onto their pulsing cocks, hot tears streaming down your cheeks, as you felt the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had completely take over your body. You couldn’t even make any sounds. All you could do was keep your barely open eyes locked on the demon’s, feeling like you were ready to float away. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up. You want my cum inside you, huh? You want it?” San questioned, squeezing your tits roughly inside his calloused palms when you didn’t reply fast enough, bringing you back down to earth. “Answer me!”

“Y-yes!” you gasped, your attention snapping back to San, unable to see him clearly due to your blurry vision. “Please, San, cum inside me! Please! I need it so fucking bad!” 

While his hands moved down to your hips and maintained a death-grip on them, San yelled out something in Latin, cum shooting forcefully out of his dick in hot spurts, filling you up just like you begged him to do. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, his eyelids fluttering shut, but still fucking his load into you, wanting it to stay there, so that it would drip out of you the following day. 

“B-baby, I’m gonna…!” Wooyoung was holding onto your waist from behind you, when his own fingers squeezed into your sensitive skin, a strangled yell erupting from his throat, threatening to damage his vocal cords. He pulled out, so that his cum shot out onto your lower back, some spilling out and dripping down his twitching, softened length. 

“F-fuck…” You weakly pulled yourself off of them and collapsed onto the bed, completely and utterly fucked-out beyond comprehension, unable to do anything except lie there and close your eyes.

“Come here…” Wooyoung used all of his strength to move away from San and turn his body in your direction, pulling you toward him and holding you tightly against his chest. You both immediately fell into a deep sleep, not even bothering to acknowledge that the demon was still there. 

San sat in the dark, silently admiring his work, his body still tingling from the overabundance of sexual energy he had collected. “I’ll be sure to visit you two again when I need my fill,” he remarked to himself, slicking his wet hair back and licking the blood that still remained on his jagged teeth, before disappearing into thin air without another word. 

* * *

The sun was already setting by the time you and Wooyoung had regained consciousness, prompting the two of you to look at one another in silence, so that you both could ignore the elephant in the room.

Wooyoung was the first to speak up, his voice hoarse, “S-so…did that really happen? Are we sure it wasn’t  just a…really weird nightmare?”

You used all of your strength to sit up in the bed, eyes focusing on the deep bite mark that was left on your inner thigh, as well as the multiple bruises that littered your skin. You definitely couldn’t ignore the multiple blood and cum stains that were scattered across various sections of your bedsheets. “Yeah, Woo…I think…I think it really did happen.”

Wooyoung grunted, forcing himself to sit up next to you. He rubbed his neck for a bit, silently observing the proof as well. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence. “So, what do we do now? Buy some holy water and sprinkle some salt around our apartment?”

“I think…I think it might be a little late for that.” You shook your head slightly, letting out a laugh and pulling Wooyoung into your arms to give him a comforting hug, wanting to forget about the darkness of the situation. 

Wooyoung nuzzled your shoulder, humming against your skin, his fingers clutching your bare back. “You might be right,” he murmured, his breath tickling your neck. 

You nuzzled him back, bringing your fingers up to his hair, so that you could pet it in a gentle manner. You remained silent for a while, before adding, “Let’s just buy a crucifix so I can stab him in the dick with it if he shows up again.” 

Wooyoung pulled back slightly to give you a smile and a small giggle, a somewhat mischievous glint in his eyes. “That could definitely work. We would have to sharpen it, though.” 

“Well, yeah, obviously.” 

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Billy Hargrove x Amab Reader

cw. bottom! billy x dom! male reader

i wanted to write a steve fanfic but this was requested more 😭

There are many reasons why Billy hates Hawkins, Indiana. Being uprooted and dragged away from his life back in Cali to this place is in his top 5 reasons why his life is shitty. All his friends are thousands of miles away, and he’s stuck here alone, surrounded by the local hicks, high school cows, and forced to spend increasing amounts of time with Max, and his pathetic excuse of a family.

It wouldn’t be so bad if he could get his rocks off every now and then, but in Hawkins, the queer population is exactly zero. And for good reason. You wanna keep breathing, you don’t mention the fact that you might have a proclivity for dick.

He makes do with his left hand as best he can.

There is one good thing about this pathetic excuse of a town though. Y/N. Big-dicked Y/N. Billy would know, he’s ingrained the glances of Y/N’s dick he gets to have in the Gym showers into his mind. He’s only allowed a glance or two though. Everyone knows it’s perfectly normal for guys to check each other out in the showers. You’re just comparing merchandise. Billy does more than compare merchandise. He’s not an idiot though, he’s subtle about it. And Y/N?

Billy likes his merchandise.

Y/N is fucking hung. In the showers, whilst he’s soaping up Billy gets a glance or two at him and Y/N even flaccid, is long and thick. The first time he got a look, he knew he was fucked. And sure enough, that dick has been the star of every jerk-off fantasy Billy’s had since. Billy can admit to himself that he looks forward to those one or two glances he gets to have of Y/N’s cock a little too much. It’s pathetic as shit, but not much else Billy can do in this town.

Today he’ll get another chance to catch a few glimpses of Y/N in all his glory. Or he thought he would, but when the guys hit the showers after practice, Y/N didn’t appear to be joining them. Great. He’ll just have to survive with images from last week then. He takes his time showering, stays longer than the other guys, everyone leaving till it’s just Billy and the weak water pressure. Doesn’t notice the new figure walking in until he starts his shower beside Billy.

It’s Y/N, naturally. He’s under the water, letting the water flow through his hair and over his face and isn’t acknowledging Billy’s even there. Billy’s heart gives a little jump and he realizes this is the perfect opportunity. He stares, no one there to see him do it and Y/N’s got his eyes closed. So, Billy lets his eye drag up his body. From his calves to thighs, right to that tight ass, across his lean torso and then down to his cock and balls.

“Like what you see, Hargrove?” Y/N teases.

FUCK, Billy thinks, “You wish, Y/N” Billy scoffs looking away, but Christ, he can feel his face heat, his fucking ears burning, those traitorous bastards.

When he looks over at Y/N again, he’s smirking at him, washing over his torso with soap.

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are.” Y/N remarks.

“The fuck is that supposed to mean, Y/N?” Billy retorts, and shoves Y/N’s shoulder, stepping into his space. Billy’s heart is gonna beat straight out of his chest.

“It means, I’ve seen you looking before Hargrove, and not like how the other guys look. You look and for a split second, your face changes.” Y/N smirks at him.

Billy’s gonna fucking kill him, his breathing is increasing and he’s tensing up, waiting for Y/N to make the accusation. “Yeah? How does my face change, hmm?” Billy looks Y/N square in the eye when he says it, daring him to take this any further.

Y/N’s mocking smirk turns straight into a grin and he leans closer, Billy swears he sees him glance down at his lips for a second. “You get this look, of pure want” Y/N whispers, and then he kisses Billy, plants his lips firmly against his.

Billy’s whole body locks up and his arms shoot up to grab Y/N by his upper arms, planning to push him the fuck away and take a swing most likely, but Y/N stops kissing him all at once, and stares at Billy as he stares back, in mild shock.

“You gonna kiss me back, or just stand there stock-still?” Y/M says, smiling at him as if Billy’s the sweetest thing he’s ever seen, and Billy’s freaking the fuck out right now. “Are you messing with me, Y/N? Cause if this is some kinda joke, I will bash your head in against these tiles” Billy warns.

Y/N leans in and whispers “Not a joke”, before planting his lips on Billy’s again. Billy relaxes, kisses back, and nearly melts into Y/N. Slides his arms up and around Y/N’s shoulders, gets his hand in that hair as he deepens the kiss. Opens his mouth and pushes his tongue against Y/N’s. Y/N wraps his arms around Billy’s lower back and pulls him closer. Their bodies collide and Billy feels his cock meeting Y/N’s, and fuck that feels good. They pull back, panting into each other’s mouths.

Billy glances down, sees Y/N’s half-hard against his hip and fuck, he’s huge. Blood rushes to Billy’s cock at the sight of it, and he knows what he wants. Has wanted it from the moment he saw Y/N in the showers. “You ever been sucked off by a guy before, Y/N?” Billy whispers.

“Fuck, Billy, no…not by a guy” Y/N pants out, his pupils wide.

“You wanna be?” Billy says, licking his lips.

Y/N nods, “Yeah, please…?”. That’s all Billy needs, he drops to his knees in front of Y/N, the tiles hard beneath him. Y/N’s cock is a fucking work of art, long and thick, curving upward. Billy takes a hold of him, feels the weight of him in his hand, the girth. And looks up at Y/N through his eyelashes.

“Fuck, look at you,” Y/N says, pushing his hand through Billy’s hair, practically petting him. Billy smirks and then licks straight up from the base of Y/N’s cock to the head before taking the head into his mouth and swirling his tongue. Y/N groans above him, and Billy can taste the precum that’s gathered at the tip. Gripping Y/N’s hips, Billy works on taking him deeper, bobbing his head and using his tongue to swirl around the head of Y/N’s cock. Billy loves this, hasn’t had it for weeks since moving to Hawkins and he plans to make the most of this opportunity.

Y/N is panting above him, making all these soft noises. Staring down at Billy like he can’t believe he’s real. “God, Billy” he pants out and Billy would smirk if his mouth wasn’t so full. He’s good at this, knows it, but Y/N is the biggest he’s ever had. Billy’s determined to make this the best head Y/N has ever gotten though. So, he closes his eyes and takes as much of Y/N into as throat as he can. Concentrating on not gagging and feeling the head of Y/N’s cock hit the back of his throat and pushes further.

Y/N lets out a noise that’s close to a shout and Billy opens his eyes and pulls off, panting. “Gotta stay quiet for me, Y/N. Can’t have anyone hearing” Billy says, and he continues to mouth at the head of Y/N’s cock. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be quiet” Y/N pants out. “You’re just, like, really good at that” Y/N says with a huff of laughter. This time, Billy does smirk, “Yeah, I know” and then promptly swallows Y/N down again. Y/N makes a cut off sound and Billy looks up as he’s bobbing his head to see Y/N biting into his fist

Billy can tell he’s gonna blow soon, so he really goes for it. Closing his eyes, he bobs his head faster, swirls his tongue around the head of Y/N’s cock and concentrates on getting as much of him into his mouth as he can manage. He’s got a pretty good rhythm going when Y/N’s grip in his hair starts getting tight, “Billy I’m gonna cum” Y/N manages to get out between the pants and small noises he’s making. Billy’s gives him all he’s got, increases his speed as much as he can, jaw aching and lungs burning until Y/N suddenly grips his hair tight and pushes his cock as far into Billy’s throat as it’ll go and then coming. Billy gags, grip tightening on Y/N’s thighs as he struggles to swallow the cum filling his mouth. Manages most of it but some leaks out past his lips. When Y/N finally comes down from his climax, he pulls out of Billy’s mouth.

Billy’s keeps his eyes closed and pants for air. Then Y/N is gripping his chin and bending over to lick the cum from the side of his mouth before plunging his tongue into Billy’s mouth. Billy’s too tired to do much of anything, but slowly kiss back, letting Y/N explore his mouth with his tongue. Can likely taste himself, and Billy’s own cock throbs with the thought.

Eventually Y/N pulls back, and Billy opens his eyes to see Y/N regarding him. “You alright?” Y/N asks, and Billy huffs out a laugh.

“I’m so good, Y/N,” Billy says, still laughing. Y/N smiles at him before his eyes travel lower to Billy’s own painfully hard cock. “You want help with that?” He asks looking hungrily at Billy. Billy’s surprised but also fucking delighted, he thought Y/N would awkwardly thank him and then leave Billy in his own state of painful arousal. “What, you offering to help, handsome?” Billy says, raising an eyebrow at Y/N.

Y/N looks up at the two shower heads still spraying now, lukewarm water, before shutting them both off. “Lie back,” He says gesturing with his hands for Billy to lie down.

“On these fucking tiles? I don’t need fungus growing on my balls, Y/N.” Billy says, cause really, is he dumb?

“Yeah okay, fair enough, uh,” Y/N looks around before he seems to come to an idea. “Here, over here then,” he says offering his hand for Billy to take in getting up, which he does. Y/N leads him to the benches, between the row of lockers in the changing rooms. “Lie down.” Y/N instructs.

Billy doesn’t usually enjoy people telling him what to do, but he's excited for what Y/N has planned for him, so he lays back on the bench. Y/N smiles before planting his knees between Billy’s on the bench and bending over to hover his face above Billy’s dick. And holy fuck, Billy isn’t going to last long. “I’ve, uh, never actually done this before so, um,” Y/n mutters looking up at him.

“Yeah, figured as much Y/N, but I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load so you won’t need to do much,” Billy says, pushing his right hand through Y/N hair. “Right,” Y/N says, laughing a little before he licks right up Billy’s cock and takes the head in his mouth. “Fuck,” Billy exclaims, before biting down hard into his bottom lip to quiet himself.

Y/N was by no means an expert, but the mere sight of him looking up at Billy whilst he bobbed up and down had Billy’s gut tightening, and his orgasms rising fast. But fuck, Billy doesn't want this to end so fast, so he pants out a breath and tries to quell his orgasm.

Y/N was taking more of him into his mouth, closing his eyes with a look of concentration. His mouth is so wet and hot around Billy, and better than Billy ever imagined. “Fuck, Y/N, you’re so fucking hot,” Billy says, stroking his fingers through Y/N hair.

Y/N hums, and then did something unexpected, takes his right hand from Billy’s hip and slides his index and middle finger down Billy’s perineum to stroke them over Billy’s hole. Billy gasps, his toes curling. He cums so fast and hard, he doesn't even have time to warn Y/N, whose eyes widen when cum hits his tongue.

Billy can't even stop the noises spilling from his mouth, his orgasm blazing through him, and he can only hold on as Y/N continues to suck him through it. When the last wave of it hit, and Y/N pulls off, Billy feels so blissed out and relaxed, he doesn't think he ever wants to get up off this bench.

Opening his eyes, Y/N was looking at him with amusement in his eyes. “What’s so funny, Y/N?” Billy says, narrowing his eyes and daring Y/N to say something to ruin all of this. Y/N laughs a little, “Think I did a pretty good job for my first time” he says, smirking at Billy, clearly noticing how blissed out Billy looks.

Billy smirks back at him, “Don’t let it go to your head Y/N, I haven’t gotten any in weeks since moving to this shithole” Billy states, finally sitting up.

Y/N looks at him in confusion, “You have like, a new girl at your side every week, Billy” Y/N says, frowning confusedly.

Billy wanted to laugh, Y/N really wasn’t the sharpest, “I just came at the feeling of your fingers on my hole, Y/N, you really think I enjoy my time with those cows?” Billy says, laughing at Y/N’s face when it clicks in his mind.

“Oh, so what, you’re just keeping up appearances?” Y/N says, laughing a little.

“Yeah, don’t know if you’ve noticed but being a fag isn’t really celebrated around here,” Billy says, which is true for pretty much everywhere, but Billy knows in Hawkins his life would only get so much worse if it got out. Or the short period of time between when it got out and when his Dad found out and promptly murdered him.

Jesus, wonderful post-sex thoughts Y/N’s inspiring. Getting up and grabbing his towel, Billy quickly dries off. Y/N doing the same at his locker. “You know, my parents won’t be around later if you maybe, wanna come around?” Y/N says. Billy glances over at Y/N, what was he offering here? “You looking for round two, Y/N?” Billy smirks. Y/N rolls his eyes, smiling and says, “No, I’m offering to braid your hair and paint your nails.”

“Well why didn’t ye say so! See you later then, Y/N!” Billy says as he finishes dressing, sauntering past Y/N, as he felt his ass get smacked. Maybe Hawkins wasn't so bad.

[bvccy]

Please, can you write a fic about Winter Soldier having a breeding kink, and being very possessive? And he will make love in his sexy black suit 😭👉👈

FUCK 😭😭😭 My dear, I wrote a thing 😔

I wanted to keep this short, but of course, I didn't manage. This is a very cursed request though, still, I hope you like it!

— Pairing: Winter Soldier x F!Reader

— Contents: noncon, some crying, wet and messy, prone, breeding kink, possessive WS and him being a teasing bastard, hints of Bucky being very much against this beastly act but unable to do anything about it

— Word count: 1.2k

He knew what he was in her eyes, could see it in every unguarded look and hear it in her screams: a monster. Part of him didn't care — the larger part, in fact — but the Winter Soldier knew there was someone inside who was hurt by seeing her so scared.

"Let me go! Let go!"

He clenched his jaw and answered by holding her wrists tighter, stretching them in front of her to stop the frantic squirming. One knee was on her lower back and he managed his weight with the other booted foot braced beside her. The black suit was stifling and his skin itched to feel her, to get closer to her… after all this waiting.

"I don't want to die," she whimpered. "I don't want to die…"

Keeping his hands around her wrists but stretching now his legs on either side, the Soldier leaned down until his chest was flush against her back, breath fanning against the side of the girl's face as he took in the sweet scent of her hair.

"I would never let you die," he said before he even realised.

Rather than calming her down, hearing it just made the girl more panicked. There wasn't any reassurance in the way he said it, just a ravenous hunger. When she felt a hard and dexterous movement at her waist and realised it was his hand, undressing her, she began to squirm again in a desperate, useless way. His metal arm was pulling at her clothes in a way that left her feeling cut and bruised.

It only took a heartbeat to feel the difference between the cold lifeless hand and another smooth, warm length between her legs. She tried to tighten them on instinct, but it only made him angry. The Soldier pressed the metal palm beside her head but she could still feel him pushing down on her, could feel the shape of him through her sweat-soaked shirt, the belts and buckles and cold slippery leather that rubbed against her skin all the way down her back — until it suddenly stopped and she could feel his flesh: warm, sweaty, and rough with hair.

The Soldier rested his chin on her shoulder and sighed, eyes fighting to stay open as he pressed himself inside. He could feel her soft thighs tightening, but his manhood had already pierced her.

"Ever since I laid my eyes on you…" he whispered, "knew you'd be mine…"

She tried to argue, but every time her mouth parted, only high moans came out, so she just shook her head instead.

"No?" he teased, grinning as he looked at the blushing side of her face beneath the curtain of ruffled hair. His locks fell over hers, messy manes mingling in sweet shades.

The Soldier flexed his hips, legs tensing with the action, and pressed in deeper. He struggled to make it fit, but kept his motions slow, precise, conquering her only a little before stopping, then going further in… Sweat ran down his upper thighs, he could feel it cooling from the air of the room. It dripped down, tickling his skin like little dews of fire until it reached his groin and caressed the swollen sac there, going all the way down that throbbing surface to lick its way onto her mound.

"You don't think you're mine now?" he asked with a lazy smirk. The Soldier brought his face close enough to nuzzle her cheek with the tip of his nose, desperate to be close to her in every way. "You will be, soon. I'll make you mine…"

He heard as well as felt her wincing, trembling like a purr all through her body. The girl tried to bury her face into the ground, eyes closed and jaw set firm and not sparing him even a look from the corner of her eye. The closer he got to her — taking her, digging his way thrust by thrust up to her core — the more she tried to get away from him. Against her protestations, he leaned in and placed a hard and lasting kiss against her cheek while, with another sharp angling of his hips, the Soldier pushed past the little distance that remained and settled into her all the way down to the root.

He rested there a moment, feeling her chest going up and down in panicked gasps, legs trembling as she tried to accept him… He moaned as he felt her core shivering around him, throbbing all over his manhood as if it was a choking mouth before, slowly, it adjusted and relaxed, cupping him inside of her warm, wet channel.

"I'll make you mine," he said lowly as he began to thrust — gently, carefully, held back by that part of him that didn't want to hurt her. Even saying it gave him a thrill, it made real the dream of having something of his own, someone.

A shiver ran down her spine and settled in her legs, growing into a tension that was bound to snap as he thrust harder, deeper, pushing past the pulsing of her core.

"I'm not… " she tried to say, each attempt interrupted by another vicious shove. "Please, don't… Why are you —"

"You will, you're going to be mine," he growled, lips curling back over his teeth right at her cheek, threatening to bite. He pushed his length in deeper and stayed there, making her body swallow him while he let himself lay even harder against her, to hold her still, and make her listen. "I'll get you pregnant, and you'll be mine forever."

He heard her give a long and angry whine at that, but if she struggled with a bit more force, he didn't notice. His hips were moving with the frantic urgency of taking her apart, making her feel the heat he felt. The girl's legs tried to tighten as if to push him out, but it was useless — if anything, it only made her clamp deliciously around him.

His knees braced on the ground as he put more force into his thrusts, aiming for her tender walls until he heard the girl crying out in pleasure — slow, hard, deep and steady thrusts that made a wave of shivers run all through her body and settle in her womb. He held back until he felt her still and give a low, long whine, her tight channel strangling his member more than he thought possible. Rich dollops of wetness trickled out past the thickness that plugged her.

With her body made lazy by its own surrender, the Soldier began to chase his pleasure. His eyes closed dreamily while his face rested in her hair, now that all the fight was wrung right out of her. It only took a few more cantings of his hips before he felt a shiver growing, echoing across his flesh. He pushed as far in as he could, as deep as she could take him, and released his heavy load inside her. A growl rumbled from his chest with each pulse, until it ended.

He'd never felt more sated or more satisfied, and although he finally felt like he had her, he was hungrier for her than ever.

"You're mine now," he sighed, whispering against her tear-stained cheek. A heavy hand came up to pet her head in an oddly caring and soft motion. "My good girl… I'll take care of you." Of both of you, he wished to say. "You're mine now, I'll take care of you, you'll see…"

[sevendeadlymorons]

I'm a SIMP for a tall lad and I'm always a little horny. What about the boys with a tall male S/O who likes to get his bf in the mood by coming up from behind, pulling them into him and doing a little grind and leaning down to whisper in their ear? Maybe??? 🥺

Totally, it’s my favourite thing as well 😭

Tall M!MC Coming up Behind the Brothers to Get Them in the Mood

WARNING: NSFW

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Lucifer

He feels your arms slink around his waist and your chest touch his upper back, your breath tickling his neck seductively as he feels a singular peck on his exposed skin. He chuckles as you pull him backwards against you suddenly, a small groan escaping his lips as he feels your crotch rub against his ass and all he could feel was your erection. Your warmth made him feel like he’d lose his cool, your tender fingertips scraping softly across his jawline as he’s dragged to face you, planting a kiss on his lips before pulling him even closer; his desperation growing as he claws at you and guides you into the bedroom, taking back charge.

Mammon

He jumps at your sudden touch but slowly remembers how comforting your arms were wrapped around his slim figure and the protecting feeling of your chin resting on his head. He whines as he’s pulled closer, his cheeks burning red from the sensation of something hard throbbing on his ass. He pushes himself further into you, desperate for some attention to which he’s soon rewarded with gentle kisses across the jawline. He feels his knees buckle, your hands slipping underneath his shirt to caress his toned stomach and pinch and grab at his nipples. You drag him into his room and into his bed, a large bulge soon forming in his boxers for you.

Leviathan

He jumps at someone much larger than him wrapping his arms around him before recognising the sweet, familiar smell of his beloved. He grins with cheeks flushed red as you whisper sweet nothings into his ear, pressing him against the wall and praising him for being silent, only gentle moans leaving his clasped lips. You grind onto him, his eyes squeezing shut as he slaps his hand over his mouth, letting you rub yourself all over his body while he’s struggling to stay standing, his legs spread apart for you on instinct. You palm at his joggers, feeling just how much he needs you; and deciding to swiftly drag him into your room to play more in private~

Satan

He smirks immediately and hums to himself as he once again enjoys his favourite time of the day where you’d come out of your room just to tease him. Your hands wrap around his stomach, showing off your height to him as you kiss the top of his head and give his upper thighs a small squeeze as he lets out a quiet whine, his reaction egging you on, pulling him closer, and closer until you were skin to skin, the warmth and shape of your aching cock underneath your clothes evident now to Satan as he feels himself getting lightheaded out of desperation; hands travelling up yours to guide you into his bed.

Asmodeus

Not at all complaining when he noticed your bulge on his ass before he noticed you, your nipples pressing onto his back and rubbing on him gently, your pelvis following along shortly after as he finds himself groaning for you, legs between his in a hot mess and enjoying this little sign of desperation you were showing him. His hands find their way to your hips and he’s pulling you in closer, wanting to feel how much you need him in more detail. He tugs at your hair, making you kiss all over his neck and shoulders before taking you into his room, a lewd smile on both of your lips.

Beelzebub

He noticed you from your height alone, the way you tower over him and he can feel your chest on his back and your crotch exactly level with his asshole, it drives him crazy and wants to feel more of your sweet, warm hands. He smiles sweetly at your soothing whispers, loving the way you held him and the way your cock felt as you grind and twitch against him. He leans his head back, hitting your shoulder and moans steadily, waiting for you to take him to your room so he can really show you how much he’s been waiting for you to touch him just like this.

Belphegor

He was too weary and tired to realise you had wrapped yourself around his stomach and was now leaning him gently against the wall, words being whispered into his ear so lightly he felt he may fall asleep in your arms. His legs spread and he pushes his ass back, not tired enough to stop teasing you by leaning into the prominent outline of your dick inside your jeans, smirking at your surprised groan before he feels you rubbing against him; your hand placed on his breast and quickly enough, he’s being thrown over your shoulder and into the empty attic.

[mlmxreader]

Possession Is Protection | Sierra Six x m!reader

@spicyveganfun asked: "Let me guess, you like it when I praise you"  and “Get over here and sit on my lap” with Sierra Six 🥺. I  am now like all the thirsty little gay people in my phone and there’s nothing I can do about it😭

summary: of all the things that Six is confident that he knows, it’s that possession can be protection. 

tws: swearing, possessiveness 

word count: 1112

If it had been a different point in time, Six doubted that he would care so much if someone was flirting with you; he knew that he could trust you, he knew that you were loyal to him and that you only had eyes for him, but when he had an uncountable amount of people on his ass wanting to take him down for cash or glory or both, being possessive started to become almost a second nature. A mere instinct. Little more a choice than breathing. Possession was protection, as Six knew that out of all those people, there was no doubt that at least three of them had the great idea of grabbing you and using you to get to Six; he had no doubt that there were probably enough that he wouldn’t be able to count them on his fingers. Possession was protection, that was all it was and all it ever would be; if he wanted to keep you safe, Six didn’t have a choice, he needed to get possessive over you, he needed to play dirty and he needed to act like all the douchebags in films who got possessive over their significant other for no fucking reason; he didn’t like it, but he had to do it. He couldn’t risk something happening to you, he couldn’t take the gamble of finding out what awful deeds would be done if you were taken away from him; his own boyfriend, the one and only man he ever loved, ripped from his grasp all because he tried to do the right thing for once. Possession was protection. That’s all it was at the end of the day, the possessive behaviour he would show in public or in crowded places, all it ever was, was just protection. Trying to protect you, to keep you out of harm’s way. 

He kept a close eye on you to begin with, agreeing to meet a British rogue in a densely packed club was suddenly looking like an awfully bad idea; but he needed the information, he needed an ally, and even though he kept getting distracted by you, he did his best to work out a deal with the other treasonous spy. They seemed to understand for the most part, telling Six that they had been through very much the same and were trying to escape their own government’s wrath, but when you started to walk over, they looked you up and down with an appreciative hum. Tilting their head to the side as they bit at their lip. 

Six brought out his phone, glaring at you before he sent the text; he watched you stop, getting your phone and looking at the message before smiling and doing as you were told. 

“Get over here and sit on my lap. Now.” 

You sat with your back against his chest, your legs spread a little as he kept his hand on the inside of your upper thigh, his other arm stretched out along the back of the booth as he dug his fingers into your flesh, making you shift your hips as you cleared your throat and tried not to act too excited; Six acted like it was nothing, continuing his conversation knowing fully well that the other rogue knew by now exactly who it was that you belonged to. When they finally left, no further information to  share, no extra words of alliance to give, Six pulled you a little closer, biting at your neck softly. 

“Mine.” 

“Yours,” you breathed out, moving to straddle him as you put your hands on his shoulders, your breathing a little heavy and excitement evident in how you looked at him, feral and lustful. “Only yours.” 

“Good boy,” he grumbled, putting one hand on your ass. He didn’t miss the way the words made you shiver and shake, he wasn’t stupid. He knew exactly what those words did to you, he knew exactly which buttons they pushed and how hard. “Let me guess, you like it when I praise you.” 

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip and pressing your forehead to that spot between his shoulder and his neck, making him smile as he kept you so close; sure, possession was protection, and sure he wasn’t exactly keen on it, but he always managed to find a way to make sure that you at least had fun, to make sure that you got something out of it even if he meant he got nothing. 

He wasn’t ignoring it, but when you asked if he would praise you again, Six said nothing; too busy with taking another look around the packed club as he tensed up a little and clenched his jaw. Now would be the time, he knew that, now would be the time that they would come for him if they were going to; he was as careful as he could be, especially when you joined him, but he still knew that the dogs on his trail had a set system, a set way of working, and he knew as well as they would when the perfect time to strike would be. He licked his lips, taking in a deep breath before he pushed you up so that he could look into your eyes. 

“You wanna leave?”

You nodded, smiling down at him. “How’d you know?”

“Lucky guess,” he grumbled, waiting for you to get off of his lap before he dragged you outside. His heart dropped when he saw the unmarked cars, but he was quick to think, dragging you into the nearest alleyway and pushing you up against the wall; trying not to moan when you tugged at his hair and pulled him in for a kiss, trying not to wince when he put his arms up against the wall either side of your head. Fuck, when he pushed his tongue past your lips you were done for, but you didn’t want him to stop; tugging at his hair again to keep him close, your other hand at the nape of his neck as you whimpered softly. 

Six listened out, the engines idled and he knew those heavy duty footsteps anywhere; standard issue, he thought, not even realising he had pulled away until you put your hand on his cheek and turned his head so that he had to look at you. He smiled, licking his lips. 

What the Hell? 

He went back in for another kiss, at the very least he figured that it was a fun distraction and it reduced the likelihood of either of you getting caught by anyone.

Besides, he missed being able to kiss you like that. 

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hey my dear how you doing? I feel like hard days gonna comes very soon, my panic attack are back😭😭 so if that's okay can i please request s/o(i prefer gn) with sabo that they just relaxing together in a bathtub please fluffy thing, thanks you and have a good day!❤️❤️

Being held by Sabo was always soothing to you, no matter what mood you were in. Angry, depressed, sobbing for no reason, all he had to do was wrap his arms around you and almost instantly, you felt more and more at peace. Taking a warm bath was always relaxing, especially after a long day. Combine those two, and you weren’t entirely sure there was anywhere on earth that was better than where you were. This was also where you found yourself at the current moment, Sabo sitting behind you, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other wrapped protectively around your shoulders, his head resting gently next to yours. Life had been particularly hard on you lately, stressing you out more than usual, and Sabo, in typical Sabo fashion, had noticed immediately. Hence the warm water and his loving hold. The blond nuzzled into the crook of your neck slightly, placing a light kiss there as you leaned back against his chest, his very presence calming your mind. Sabo gently began to caress your body, hands running gently up and down your arms, over your thighs and calves, across your stomach, and through your hair, sweet, tender touches that had you melting underneath his ministrations. The fingers in your hair massaged your scalp, the feeling of bubbles in your hair telling you what he was doing. You wouldn’t deny that you loved it when he washed your hair, running his fingers through your locks and massaging your head. As soon as he was done, he gently slid you down to rinse the shampoo out, a pleased hum leaving your lips, eyes closed as you let yourself simply enjoy his touch. A moment later, soap covered hands ran the same paths over your skin as before, his caresses feeling more like he was worshiping a deity than washing your body. Another light kiss was placed on your neck before rinsing the soap away as well. As soon as Sabo had finished, his arms were wrapped back around you, holding you to his chest once more. The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes before you switched places with Sabo, grabbing the shampoo and beginning to run your fingers through his hair, repeating the same process that he’d done to you a few minutes ago. Small hums, groans, and light moans left his lips as your hands ran down his body as his muscles relaxed under your touch, his own tension dissipating under your touch. The boy was always so tense, rarely having time to relax. Subsequently, you always did your best to help him unwind after a long day. As soon as you were done, Sabo moved back to sit behind you, going back to holding you. Your back pressed against his as you both enjoyed the quiet moment, no one knocking down your door, no one demanding Sabo’s attention, no one needing you for some stupid shit, just the two of you and the warm water. Even once the water began to cool, Sabo just reheated the water with his devil fruit powers, allowing the two of you to soak for a while longer. Neither of you were sure just how much time passed before you finally felt the need to get out of the bath, the water draining as Sabo grabbed a towel and began to dry you off. He always insisted on treating you like some sort of divine being during sweet moments like this, with him acting as your humble servant. Even when you went to dry him off, wanting to return the gesture, he’d let you dry his hair and his upper body before pulling you into a kiss, distracting you long enough to pull the towel away from you so he could finish drying himself. The fluffy fabric gently ran over your shoulders, down your arms and back up your torso. Traveling over your hips, lightly grazing over your intimate areas, down your thighs and calves, sitting you down on the edge of the bathtub as he dried your feet. Sabo gently took your hair in the towel, drying it as much as he could while still being gentle. As always, you repeated as much of the same process on him as he would allow, pulling you into a sweet, passionate kiss, leaving you slightly dazed while he finished drying off. Sometimes the fact that Sabo was an astounding kisser was a little frustrating when he

used it to distract you like that, but even as frustrating as it was, it was no less enjoyable. The blond picked you up bridal style, carrying you over to the bed and laying you down. After pulling on some underwear, Sabo joined you under the covers of your shared bed, pulling you close yet again. Having his arms around you helped soothe you, calm you down from whatever you were going through, but having his arms around you helped Sabo as well. Lying in his arms, he knew you were safe, he could feel your chest rising and falling as it pressed against his, could nuzzle his face into your hair, lying in his arms brought him peace because it meant that you were there with him, with everything that had happened in his life, with everything that might happen, wrapping his arms around you like this meant that even if the world burned to the ground, you were still there with him.

I hope this is what you wanted, I tried to make it fluffy and sweet. Please let me know if you don't like it.

[bokuroskitten]

So this post is for @ohno-otome who requested TERUYAMA!! Aka Terushima x Yamaguchi and tumblr was so rude and DELETED IT!! So this one is for you baby, I’m so sorry about the ask getting deleted you had such valid points 😭😭 but I had to rewrite for you cause fuck, is this ship ever valid. ❦

Pair: TeruYama

Listen the three of you are so frickin cute, y’all can’t even help but be so lovey dovey in public cause you’re just that head over hells for one another. People honestly tend to stare sometimes cause the PDA is certainly off the charts but y’all don’t care. All you focus on is each other, and having a good time while you’re able to be all together as a sweet little group.

Yamaguchi is a huge hand holder. He especially needs to be holding Terushima’s hand because boy, does this man like to wander. He gets distracted so easily, getting tempted to wander off so Yamaguchi keeps him tethered to the group. His other hand is either interlocked with yours or rubbing small circles into the small of your back.

The only time Yamaguchi’s touch falters in public is when the three of you are in large crowds. He just can’t help but feel a little anxious when there’s too many people around. Terushima has no problem stepping up in these moments, his long arms wrapping around each of your shoulders to hold you close to his sides. He alternates from giving you forehead kisses and kissing along Yamaguchi’s freckles, his grin never leaving.

“Y’all are so small ya know— my little shorties~”

“Oh quit it Teru..~”

NOW HEAR ME OUT ; Yamaguchi has the bigger cock. It’s just so long and very VERY thick? And Terushima loves talking about it. He will make Yamaguchi spread his legs open wide, moaning over dramatically every time he lays eyes on his swollen and red tip. “Fuuuuck babe, your cock is so fucking big. So fuckin hot~”. He will not stop until Yamaguchi is red in the face, whining at his boyfriend and twitching the whole while.

Terushima also knows that when he talks up Yamaguchi’s cock it makes you excited, eyes wide and glistening with need as you sit perched between Yamaguchi’s thighs, mouth open and tongue lulled out obediently for him. Terushima has his tongue stuck out in concentration, the sliver of his ring tapping against his upper lip as he grips the sides of your head, eases you onto Yamaguchi’s length until you gag.

He makes sure Yamaguchi inspects with him despite his embarrassment, seeing where and how far your lips are stretched along his cock.

“I think she’s taking more than last time, good job babygirl!”

“S-she is.. I can finally feel the back of her throat~”

Terushima is the one to bob your head back and forth on Yamaguchi’s length, his praise and encouragement being whispered close to your ear and making you shiver. All the while Yamaguchi has his head tilted back, pretty moans freely spilling from his lips as he grabs a handful of Terushima’s hair, tugging it as if it was his mouth stuffed with cock

Terushima’s favourite thing is always watching your eyes widen a bit when Yamaguchi finally comes in your mouth, your cheeks puffing out a bit as drool and cum bubble up past your swollen lips.

“That’s it baby, swallow as much as you can.”

“Next time princess, I think you’ll be able to take my whole cock, w-whatta think?”

Also, you all have matching tongue piercings now. Terushima convinced y’all and you can’t tell me otherwise.

Rare Pair Event. ❤️

[sems-diarie]

can we PLEASE get a good ass makeout with katsuk (bc we should just kiss was not enough girl😹😹) after a long day of hero work mmmmm

KASOA wsjk is my one hit wonder 😭 awfully bold of you to assume i can write 💀🤚🏽

✨nsfw below✨

Katsuki kicks the door closed with the toe of his combat boot, careful not to let any loose leaves fly from the crater of unfinished hero reports he’s got propped on his shoulder and caged between his neck and his forearm.

You notice the bag of takeout in his other hand and pull yourself up from the couch. “Let me help!”

His voice is rough, “I got it, brat.”

But you take the food, not the crate. He snickers, watching as you make your way to the kitchen while digging around the bag for fries. “Not even a kiss? You care more about that shitty take out than me?”

You hum, not batting an eye at the quiet thump of Katsuki setting down his crate, and reach over the counter to pull a plate from the cupboard. “Been craving this since you said you were gonna get it on your way home.”

“Shitty woman,” you hear his back crack, a telltale of how hard he’s been working today. Everyday, really. “m’hungry, too, y’know!” He sounds closer.

“You had the long shift, right? I told you to pack two lunches—oh.” Two arms trap you against the kitchen counter. A hard, wide chest presses into you from behind; Katsuki flushes his entire front along the curves of your back. You have to gasp a little.

His breath is warm and his hands are, too, thick fingers curled around the top of your waist. “Not for food.”

“... Oh—! Hey!”

Katsuki lugs you up like you weigh nothing; you’re up and twisted belly-first over his shoulder like the crate he carried in a few moments ago!

“Wait!” The room spins as he turns on his heel to head back into the living room. “Where’re we going?”

“Our bedroom?” He says like it’s obvious, popping a quick slap on your upper thigh. Your toes curl—because shit! He’s so heavy handed it actually hurts. And God, do you want him to do it again. “Unless you want it here?”

You know he’s teasing, but you snatch onto the doorframe of the kitchen to keep him walking further.

“I—yeah,” it comes out breathy. And soft. You can feel heat rising to your cheeks and stirring in your gut. “Yes, please.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows reach the tip of his mask, pulled up over his hair. “You want it in the kitchen? On the table, or what?”

You fidget, hiding your face in the black shirt of his hero suit. “Yes,” you repeat, digging in your chest for a little emphasis. “Don’t—don’t make me say it again.”

“You’re gross,” he snarks, but backs up, anyway. “You know we eat there, right?”

You squeal when Katsuki plops you onto the kitchen table and wraps your legs around his waist. Your butt kind of stings, but the way he molds his lips against yours—hard, unrelenting—it’s so easy to forget. He eases out of it to come back for another, a gentler kiss, a sloppier kiss. You slide your arms around his neck to pull him in closer.

It’s now that you remember how hard Katsuki is against the softness of your body, a body he’s had propped up and stretched out more times than you can count. The broadness of his shoulders give you so much to wrap around, to hold on to, to squeeze. Packed against you so tight, you can feel every breath he takes when his chest pushes into yours.

He pulls back to stand up straight, hands working quick to unbuckle and unzip his cargo pants. “You’re such a slut,” he grinds out as you follow him forward and pepper kisses along his jaw, then down his neck. “Can’t even wait for me to get you to a bedroom—,”

“We can—we can clean it up,” you reason, huffing inbetween him sucking on your bottom lip and pressing his tongue against yours. Bakugou responds by pushing you flat onto the table and, while eyeing the way your breasts bounce, his thumbs immediately find your nipples through your shirt.

“Fuck.” Katsuki’s eyes are glued on the way your titties fill out his hands. “Been waitin’ for this all fucking day, princess.”