#and he wont leave buck

[rosetterer]

Tommy had to leave for army to get away from his father.

Tommy had to leave the army because he was gay.

Tommy had to leave the 118 to truly move on from Gerrard.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[wormadile]

Buck commentary

[lover-of-mine]

Here's the thing, and I'm not saying this as a buddie shipper, I'm saying this as someone who relates to Buck to an unhealthy degree, him ending up in a relationship like that feels anticlimactic to say the least. I feel like his whole arc this season was about him learning that he's enough for himself and I'm not saying he's not allowed a relationship, but I feel like him ending up on a relationship with the first person that showed interest and that initially only showed interest because of one aspect of who he is and just ran off once she learned more about him, feels, i don't know, wrong. We don't know how the relationship is gonna evolve and who knows what's gonna happen next season, but the way this was done doesn't feel right.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji absolutely loves "bad" blowjobs. he loves to see you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth. your lips are stretched as wide as they possibly can and you're trying, you really are!! but he's just so fucking big. he loves to see how desperate you get when you think that you're not good enough, that you're doing a bad job when in reality it's only turning him on more. he loves to see you screw your eyes shut as you drool all over his fat cock. he loves when your nails dig into the backs his thighs when you use his own body as leverage to fit more of him in your mouth. he loves when you claw and paw at him like a kitten. like a kitten with a damn milk bottle. so eager, so thirsty – as if it's going to be your last meal. (it wont.)

he loves it when you scrape him with your teeth and how sorry you look after it. pulling back for air, your eyes are so big and so wide, bottom lip jutted out as spit dribbles down your throat while you apologize with a raspy voice. he can't help but laugh, his big hand wrapping around his dick as he continues to stroke himself while watching you squirm down on your knees. tears roll from the corners of your eyes and his balls twitch at the sight. fuck, you're cute like this.

he leans a little closer and you immediately do the same, ready to go back to work. he loves how determined you are. he's so proud. he loves it when you're just a little bit unsure, like when you look up at him, clearly asking for reassurance and praise before placing a wet kiss onto his balls. you don't really know what you're doing and it's fucking hot. he cannot wait to fuck your throat; the sounds you'll make, how your eyes will look – his head lolls back st the thought and his hips buck forward, so for a moment his dick and balls are completely in your face and oh... when he takes a look at you now. flustered and a little embarrassed – you're just not used to being so dirty. toji leans down to kiss you and you let out a little squeal which in turn makes him grin.

he also loves when you can't fucking coordinate your movements. your mouth is doing one thing and your hands are trying to do something else, but it's just hard. there's no rhythym whatsoever and your grip is constantly either too loose or a little too tight and fuck, he's gonna cum in your mouth. you're such a fucking mess, he cannot wait to ruin you.

he loves to see you get shy over the sounds that leave your mouth and he fucking loves it when you accidentally blow a spit bubble on him. oh, that really fucking gets him going. gagging and choking – his eyes are threatening to roll back inside his head but he refuses to let them do so because you look so lewd. and it's all just for him. he loves it when you pull back, taking in big breaths of air just for him to tell you "c'mon now.. " in a low, teasing voice. he loves how for a fraction of a second, you actually glare back at him! but then you're wrapping your lips around him again just like you're supposed to<3333

he loves to watch you struggle to swallow all of his cum, too. there's so much of it!!!!! some slips out from the corners of your mouth and it drips down to your thighs and the ground but toji doesn't fucking care. you're coughing and another pair of tears fall and he's quick to wipe them before they're wasted. he brings them to his lips and licks them clean, all while you stare up at him – his baby, his sweetheart, he tells you how good you were with a smirk. he sounds a little condescending, but he really does mesn it<33333 he's surprisingly patient, loving every single thing you "mess up". it just shows to him how willing you are, how perfect. how dirty.

[evie-sturns]

enough - Matt Sturniolo

summary: where matt builds up an attitude, you're quick to remind him who's in charge.

contains: sub!matt, mattitude, smut, teasing, fluff.

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matt and i have been dating for over a year, hes always had a cute attitude, but today he's been pushing it.

from the several bratty comments he's made, to ignoring me completely, it's starting to get on my nerves.

"matt! dinner!" i call out, serving up the dinner i've just made for him and i.

he walks into the kitchen, his head tilted down at his phone, not even acknowledging me.

i hand him his plate, "thanks." he mumbles vaguely before walking over to the dining table.

i walk over to the table and pull out my chair, flopping down opposite him.

his eyes are trained on his phone as he digs his fork into the meal,

"i was hoping to have a real conversation with you matthew." i state blankly, matt places his phone down on the wooden table at looks up at me with a sigh.

"happy now?" he asks sarcastically, i shoot him a warning look before replying,

"was your day okay?" i ask softly, "you were with me the whole day, i'm pretty sure you know everything i did." he replies back in a 'know it all' tone.

i stand up out of my chair abruptly, the chair screeching loudly again the floor.

matt looks up at me, i walk over to him and grab his wrist, tugging him up out of his chair.

"ow" he mutters, i drag him out of the kitchen into the corridor.

"built up a big fucking attitude haven't you?" i say, pulling matt into bedroom.

"no?" he replies with a shrug, i push him down onto the mattress.

matt's hair flops on his forehead as he hits the bed, he looks up at me with a small pout.

i crawl ontop of him, sitting comfortably on his thighs as i look down at matt.

"take your jeans off." i demand,

"my belt is really hard to get off though.." he says,

"do you think i care? take. your. fucking. jeans. off."

matt nods, fiddling with his belt buckle before sliding it out of his jeans loops.

i crawl off his thighs to allow him to shimmy his jeans down his legs, leaving him in his tight boxers.

i sit back down on his lap, my clothed crotch pressing against his clear bulge.

"please- hurry up-" he whispers underneath me, i let out a surprised scoff.

"excuse you?" i say, grabbing his chin and making him look up at me.

"keep your mouth shut, if i hear one more noise from you, you wont be cumming tonight." i state, matt nods with an eye roll.

i remove my shirt over my head, my tits spilling out in his face.

he reaches up a shy hand, but i grab his wrist and pin it down onto the bed. "did i tell you that you could touch me?" i ask, staring into matts squinted eyes.

he shakes his head, i nod "so dont touch me yet."

i pull off my shorts and panties in one go, matt stares obviously. his arm shifts impatiently. "keep your arms by your sides." i raise my voice.

matt pins his arms to the matress, squirming under me impatiently.

i tug down his boxers, letting his throbbing erection spring out. he scoots back with me ontop of him. his back now rests against the headboard.

i shift comfortably on his thighs before dragging my nails down the sides of his waists. his abs tense as his eyes flutter shuts.

i drag my nails over his bellybutton and tummy, he keeps his hands directly by his sides obediantly.

i can see his cheeks flushing red, discomfort is clear on his face. "are you okay baby? you hurting?" i say with faux sympathy, he nods frantically with a small pout.

"maybe if you hadn't have built up such a big attitude you would already be inside me, hm?" i tease,

"fuck- 'm so sorry-" matt lets out a small whine,

i caress his face, "must be so sore." i grin, take his length in my hand. i dont stroke him, i just keep my hand firmly around his dick.

he bucks his hips up, his tip hitting my stomach. i remove my hand from his length with a small shake of my head.

"i need you- so bad- please.." matt rambles, "ill do anything- pleasepleaspleaseplease-"

i let out a small laugh, "god you're desperate aren't you?"

he nods with a small sniff. i flutter my fingers over his v-line, matt almost winces as i avoid his dick so obviously, my fingers tracing over all of his skin on his stomach and pelvis.

tears well in his eyes, "hurts- so bad" he squeezes out,

"poor things." i sigh, cupping his face with my hand and rubbing his jawline.

"what- what do i have to do?" he asks frantically,

"drop the attitude, thats what you have to do." i state, he nods,

"i'll never- never have attitude again i promise- please." matt breathes

i smile, "good boy."

"oh you're killing me-" matts voice breaks, i decide hes had enough.

"you're so cute." i laugh softly, taking matts cock in my hand again and brushing my thumb over the tip.

i hover up above his dick, running his tip through my fold.

his breathing picks up, his stomach rising and falling dramatically.

i finally sink down on him, he lets out a loud whimper before clamping a hand over his mouth.

"dont be embarrassed, that was hot-" i breathe with a smile, taking his hand away from his mouth

i finally bottom out, sitting comfortably on his dick as i attempt to adjust to his size. the stretch always burns, theres no time that its never happened.

he lets out a loud sigh, his head flopping back as i slowly start to bounce on his length.

"fuck-" i moan lightly, his tip consistently hitting my cervix.

"ohmygod-" matt groans, his voice husky.

"you're doing so good- so good-" i tell matt, letting my head fall forward onto his shoulder, my chin resting against his bony collarbone.

"thank you-" matt stammers, arching his back off the matress.

i call feel his dick twitching inside of me, hes already close,

"close already-" i exhale sharply, "i'm so sorry- can i cum- please" he rambles again

i feel the knot in my stomach tightening, "wait-" i warn him, chasing my own orgasm. his tip repeatedly brushing against my g-spot

"oh my god-!" i squeal, clenching around matt. i feel my stomach drop as i release all over matts dick,

"can i-?" he asks quickly, i nod with the little energy that i have left.

he paints my insides with white, i stay seated on his length, completely exhausted.

he wraps his arms around me as i bury my head in his shoulder.

silence fills the room, but matt and i's desperate breathes break it.

he pants heavily into my ear, i finally pull my head out of his shoulder to look at him, his cheeks flushed a deep red and his chest rising and falling.

"i'm sorry about earlier- with the attitude-" matt breathes, i let out a small laugh

"i hope you know, i love your attitude so much." i smile, matt lets out a small laugh before rolling his eyes.

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[ceilidho]

take me home, country road

prompt: 1800s price/reader…. reader flees to his town where Price is the sheriff after a murder in her previous town only to be mistaken for the mail order bride that Price just sent for ….and he’s not interested in hearing any of her excuses when she tells him that he’s got the wrong girl (part 2) part 1

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The solid hand at your back guides you through the dusty streets towards the courthouse in the middle of town. It’s not an easy walk. Your shoes catch on the skirt of your dress a handful of times in Price’s haste, each time almost causing you to tumble forward before you manage to catch yourself. 

It’s patently unfair. The strides of his long legs would easily have you losing him in a crowd were it not for the way he refuses to leave you behind; every time you so much as slow down a tad to catch your breath, the firm hand on your low back presses you forward again. You’d be snippier if you weren’t still addled from the events of just five minutes previous.

“I beg you, please—” you plead, heart skittering in your chest when you chance a glance up to find Price’s face set. Everything about him feels purposeful now, driven. “If you just—if you would just let me explain!”

“Nothing more to know, darling,” he says, not bothering to meet your desperate eyes. Clearly not in any mood to continue arguing with you on the status of your identity. 

He tugs you along when he takes a right turn down a road leading into the center of town. The belt of bullets around his waist rattles with every step. It’s a constant reminder of who you’re with and why you should not be with him. Every step feels like a step towards your own sentencing, like accompanying your jailer to your cell. It’s perhaps fool’s luck that the sheriff hasn’t inquired further into your identity or your reason for coming into town. Makes you think that perhaps there isn’t yet a warrant out for your arrest. Maybe that’s only to come. 

“Sure there’s more!” you insist. “There’s—there’s—” It’s like the words fly right out of your head, bucked off like a bronc rider. Too much has happened in too short a time. “There’s the matter of—oh, would you quit that, I am walking!” The last bit comes out snappish, peeved as Price pulls you towards the stone steps of a red-bricked building. 

The words County Court House are inscribed above the second-story door girdled by a wrought iron balcony. It’s a simple building, far from the colonnaded buildings from back home with their cupolas and hand-carved lintels. Even in size it hardly compares, a meager three stories with perhaps a basement. Still, it catches the eye in a town as small as this, by far the most imposing building for miles around.

It’s also the one he pulls you towards, hand moving from the small of your back to take firm hold of your waist. You flinch at the touch and the way his fingers dig in, almost proprietarily. It’s a physical shock to your system. While you’re not unaccustomed to the rougher ways of men, you’ve also been largely shielded from it yourself. By chance or fortune or luck. Men may take an attitude with you, as they’re wont to do, but none have yet manhandled you the way Price feels free to do. 

“Take a big step there now, darling,” he says, lifting the front of your dress for you a tad, to your shock. “No accidents before the wedding.” 

“The wedding?” you shriek, face heating at the heads that turn to look over at the two of you. 

The courthouse is bustling with townsfolk, still not as busy as in the bigger cities back east, but still clearly at the center of all business activities. The few people that pass you by on the way out of or into the courthouse are bold in their perusal, eyebrows lifting when they take notice of Price at your side—and how could they not, with the size of him and the badge pinned to the lapel of his vest that glimmers when it catches the light. 

“If you were expecting something grander, you should’ve turned up last month when I sent for you,” Price says, stern again. In the foyer of the courthouse, you can see the way the long hallway cuts through the building, leading into the adjacent rooms until finally culminating with the courtroom at the very back. You watch as a man slowly closes the door to the last door, shutting the occupants in. “Might’ve been more amenable to it then.”

“I’m not asking for a nicer ceremony—”

“Good, then you won’t be disappointed.”

“—but that’s because I’m not the woman that you intended to marry in the first place,” you finish, quieting to a hissed whisper, conscious of those still lingering close enough to eavesdrop. In all likelihood, the other people milling around probably already know that the sheriff has been waiting for his mail order bride to arrive. They wouldn’t be the first people to mistake you for her.

He pulls you into an alcove off the side of the foyer. When Price turns to face you, no longer just the heavy presence at your side, it takes a moment for you to gather your bearings. He seems larger somehow, with his arms crossed over his chest and feet rooted into the floor, drawn up to his full height. The hair on his forearms draws your eyes momentarily before he steps into your space, forcing you to meet his eyes again. 

He stares down at you with an intensity that makes you flinch. “Now, far be it for me to say that I know my wife-to-be by her demeanor alone, given that we’ve hardly corresponded beyond our initial agreement. But I find it mighty strange that a single, unaccompanied woman would show up in town with all of her earthly belongings as I’m expecting my own woman to show up any day. Hardly seems coincidental.”

“Don’t you think I would have sought you out if we were intended to wed?” you ask beseechingly. “Or that I would put up such a fuss now? What sort of bride would do that?”

“You want to know what I think, darling?” The timber of his voice deepens as he lowers his head slightly, wrapping the conversation in a layer of intimacy despite its public nature. There’s a darker note to his voice now, a thinly-veiled anger. “I think you’ve been keeping yourself housed and fed off the back of men like me and the money you’ve been sent to compensate for the rough journey. I think your guilty conscience brought you here because you know that the Lord doesn’t look too kindly on swindlers and thieves.”

“I’m not a thief,” you hiss in protest, affronted. Ironic that you’d be insulted by his words when the truth is far worse. 

“I’m sure you had your reasons,” Price permits, a reluctant softness in his voice. “But your conscience did you right. Marriage will suit you far better than a life of crime ever could.”

If only he knew. “You’ve still got it all wrong—I’ve never once even glanced at the matrimonial pages or the personals. And I certainly didn’t come to town expecting to be wed.”

You did, however, arrive in town with a guilty conscience. Even you’re wise enough not to mention that, though.

“Then if you're not her, who are you?” he asks. 

It’s clear from his tone that Price doesn’t believe you, but the question itself makes you antsier than even the thought of marrying this man. He still stares down at you in challenge, an eyebrow cocked. If you wanted to, you could easily answer his question and even furnish proof—a letter from an aunt or uncle or a telegram from a previous employer. 

That last thought makes your throat squeeze tight. You could furnish proof, but at what cost? You’re still unclear on how much information has been disseminated or whether you're a wanted woman. Though only weeks have passed since the event that caused you to flee in a haste, there’s no telling whether a warrant has been put out for your arrest, no telling whether word has reached a town this far west. 

“Not that it matters, but I’m from New York,” you say, scrunching up your nose. 

The look he gives you is unimpressed. “I’m sure you lost the accent on the train ride.”

Embarrassment makes you dig your heels in deeper. “I didn’t grow up there, it’s just where I’ve lived for the past few years.”

“And what’s your name?”

“…Elizabeth Smith.” 

It’s the first name that occurs to you, but the moment the words come out of your mouth, you can’t help feeling like you’ve made a huge mistake. Price must sense it too because he draws back up to his full height, lips twitching into a small smirk. 

“You have family or a post back in New York, Miss Smith?” he asks in a patronizing tone. 

“Family.” 

“Alright, then it shouldn’t be too hard to get confirmation and settle this whole issue.” He points behind you to one of the unoccupied rooms. “Telegraph’s office just behind you. We’ll get in touch with the Census Bureau and ask them to confirm your identity. And, if you are who you say you are, Miss Smith, then we can put this issue to rights.” 

Your blood goes cold. “That’ll—that’ll take time though. I can’t marry you today if they only get back to you in a week’s time.”

Price nods, his expression dissatisfied but resolved. “Wouldn’t be proper for you to stay at the house either, but I’ll make sure the inn lets you stay free of charge until this is settled. You’ll be in good hands under the Pattersons�� watch.” 

He doesn’t say it outright, but you hear the implication in his words. You’d be essentially under house arrest, perhaps free to move about town, but certainly not free to take the next train out. 

Your pulse thumps nervously at the base of your throat. Even swallowing takes effort now. The weight of his stare takes root in you, a living coil in your belly. No getting out of it. There’s no getting out of this. You don’t know why you thought you could, how you tricked yourself into thinking for even a moment that a man as formidable as the one set in front of you would simply give in. Let you go. You’ve hardly even moved the needle. 

It’s there still in his eyes. Not even doubt—something quite far past that. Certainty. 

“‘Elizabeth Smith of New York’, was it? Come, we’ll have them start the message and you can give me your birthday as well so it’ll be an easy find—” Price says, attempting to slip around you to head to the telegraph’s office. 

“No.” 

It slips out of you inadvertently, high and panicked. He pauses at the word. More than just your words. When you look down, you notice your fingers clenched in the fabric of his sleeve, bringing him to a halt. It pulls taut against the muscle of his forearm. 

Softness bleeds back into him at your touch. You can see it smooth out the lines of his forehead and the jut of his brow. He ignores the onlookers still hovering by the double doors to twist back to you, now obscuring their view of you. The breadth of his shoulders nearly blocks the rest of the foyer from sight when he looms over you like this. Down the hall, you can hear a gavel pound down on wood and a litany of raised voices in unison from behind a shut door. 

“You don’t have to make up stories,” Price murmurs, drawing a hand up to cup your cheek, holding it like a precious thing. “I told you before—all’s forgiven.”

His words remind you of being trapped in his office, drawers stripped down your ankles and skirt pulled up to your waist. Your bottom still smarts from the palm of his hand, still hot and sore to the touch. It’s hardly been long since then and yet it feels like an age ago, like trying to find your way in a dust storm. 

You open and shut your mouth, lost for a way out. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Marriage or a jail cell. You swallow. Both sound like a sentencing. 

But there are the cold, metal bars of a cell, and then there’s John Price. The first man in an age to elicit more than a passing glance from you. Deep blue eyes crinkled with the folds of old laughter, wide shoulders, and barrel chest. In another time, you think you would’ve jumped at the chance to be courted by a man like him. Keeled over at the very thought of being chased the way he hunts you down now. 

“Alright,” you say instead, giving in. The hand fisting his sleeve shakes. “Alright.”

It’s not a pleasant giving in. Your permission is handed over with shot nerves. The coil bunched up in your core burns white hot, hissing and spitting like a rattlesnake. 

Still, when he drags a thumb over the slope of your cheek, you fight not to let your eyelids flutter shut. “Good girl. We’ll make it work, love. Won’t be easy, but it never is.”

You don’t anticipate that it will be, but your mouth stays shut. Price must think you mollified, soothed rather than resigned to your fate, because he passes his thumb once more over your cheekbone, this time so tenderly that you wait for his lips to descend upon yours again, sure from the heat in his eyes that he won’t be able to keep from stealing another kiss. You lick your lips out of habit—not just to see the way his eyes follow the motion. 

Then the door at the back of the building bursts open to a cacophony of shouts and hollering voices. The moment broken, Price drops his hand away from your cheek, only to take your hand in his this time, pulling you down the hall towards the register’s to await the circuit preacher. He makes you walk on the side closest to the wall, shielding you from the men that burst out of the courtroom, surging towards the doors. You think that someone must have been found guilty because the lot of them look joyous, clamoring over each other for attention. 

You think that you might be spared another minute or two, enough time for them to clean up and reset the courtroom, but you’re shocked to find the circuit preacher ready to conduct the ceremony in the cramped register’s office. He and Price shake hands enthusiastically, the preacher turning to you to grasp your hands in welcome before turning back to the sheriff. They have a camaraderie that speaks of old friendship. 

The cramped room where you’re married smells of patchouli and moth wings, like holes burrowed into sweaters at the back of a closet. The bookshelves along the walls are stacked with books old enough that you know they’d crinkle deliciously if opened. You try to listen as the preacher begins the introductory prayer. Behind you, another man slips into the room, a witness. He hardly bothers to introduce himself for such a brief affair. 

You haven’t been to many weddings, but you always imagined that yours—if you were privileged enough to have one—might have more fanfare. The wedding you actually get is a brusque affair, a brief recital of vows that ends only when the preacher enjoins Price to kiss his wife. 

His wife. 

Your eyes go wide when a hand flattens along your spine and pulls you into a hard chest, John dipping his head down to kiss your mouth again. His kiss is less chaste this time, not restricted by convention as earlier. This time, his tongue licks hot into your mouth, like no kiss you’ve ever had before, beard scratching your face. His mouth tastes like something you’ve never had before, like heatburst. Hot and wet. Soft and suckling. Any kiss you’ve had before pales in comparison—juvenile fumbling, all dry and half-humiliated, unsure of yourself. Nothing like being kissed by your husband.

Your husband. 

He only pulls away when the preacher finally clears his throat, a tad embarrassed. You’re too dazed to feel the same, fingers still sunk into the lapels of Price’s vest, clutched there. It takes a moment for your brain to catch up and your hands to unclench. You feel Price tug your hands away and slip something onto your finger.

The few documents needing to be signed hardly takes any longer. You finally notice the man that had slipped in behind the two of you, a masked man even larger than Price, who nods at him before glancing at you only long enough for you to notice that his eyes seem curiously blank. 

“Thanks, Simon,” Price says as the man—Simon—signs under your names, but he only grunts. The ink is still wet when he leaves. 

“How was it so fast?” you ask absently, staring at the papers as the ink sits drying and the preacher takes his own copy before handing John his. 

“Everything’s practical out here, darling.” His hand holds you by the waist again, relaxed this time. Not worried about whether you might run. “Even the weddings.”

“You don’t…you don’t even serve dinner? Invite guests over? No gifts?” The questions are irrelevant, but you ask them anyway because it’s a way to focus on anything other than the preacher handing you the final copy of the papers and Price leading you back down the hall and out the doors. 

There’s a ring on my finger, you think, looking down. It sparkles when you twist your hand from side to side. Topaz, instead of diamond. 

“Maybe if you’d showed up on time,” Price reminds you. He no longer sounds upset about it, but it still seems to come out as an admonishment. 

You don’t respond to that. Perhaps you’re still shell-shocked, looking at the world through new eyes. It feels unreal that in the span of less than a day, you’ve been plucked up and married off, to the sheriff no less. The one man you would’ve tried your hardest to avoid crossing paths with. 

No chance of that now. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, still in a daze. The sun makes you squint when you leave the courthouse, making you miss the hat back in your room at the inn. Maybe you can convince Price to let you go back to collect your things.

“I think we’re due for a honeymoon, don’t you, darling?”

You go doe-eyed at that. When you look up, your husband is already smiling down at you, crow’s feet wrinkling at the sides of his eyes. 

“Let’s go home.”

[lostalioth]

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

→ premise: you knew steve loved when you called him sir, how the honorific rolled off your tongue and lit a fire in the pit of his stomach. so maybe it wasn’t the best idea to call him sir in a mocking tone on a mission.

→ pairing: steve rogers x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, sir kink, edging, fingering, mention of spanking, nicknames [princess, little one]

→ a/n: kinktober 16

Steve spent the whole ride back from the mission keeping a death grip on your thigh and facing forward with a deadpan stare. He wasn't per say mad at you but you knew you were in for it when you made it back to the base.

You had called him sir in a tone dripping with sarcasm and an eye roll when he gave you an order during the mission. The honorific wasn't new to you or Steve, it was something you learned about your boyfriend in the bedroom, he loved it when you called him sir. It wasn't a name he was called when he was a leader everyone just always called him cap.

So to hear it roll off your tongue in the middle of a mission in an almost mocking manner has his insides turning, cause it still sent that throb down through his cock.

He wasn't as mad that you said it in front of the others as he was with the way you said it. Yes because of the tone you got a laugh out of Tony in response but Steve didn't find it as amusing.

And that was how you ended up spread out on Steve’s bed, your thighs spread to accommodate your boyfriend's large frame between them. A stinging pain still lingering on your ass cheeks from the beginning half of your punishment, his rough palm. The latter half of your punishment was being relentlessly edged, Steve not allowing you to come no matter how many times you apologize sweetly and desperately. His long fingers were currently buried deep inside you curling upwards to hit that blissful spot deep inside you. That spot that has you squirming and crying out for release when he pulls them back right as your body tenses up and your orgasm is building, making you whine out at the loss of pleasure.

“Sir… pleasee ive been s’good i just need to cum, i promise i wont do it again” you whimper out, trying to grind your hips down on his fingers and fuck yourself on them or get him to move them. “See now i don't think you have, little one” he lightly shakes his head before he grabs ahold of your hip with his free hand. His fingers slowly pull out further making you let out a pathetic whine thinking he was stopping all together. But before you can protest or beg him not to, his fingers plunge inside you in a sharp thrust that has your head spinning. “Ahh~ Sir…pleasee m’gonna cum, wanna cum s’bad” you whine and mumble out, the hour or so of edging that has been going on has begun to make an ache settle in your core and not the good kind.

His fingers curl up again as they pound into you making your vision go blurry, your head spinning as your orgasm builds, growing more and more getting ready to crash into you. The sound of his chuckle rings in your ears and as fast as he pushes them in, Steve pulls his fingers back, not out but they stop their asslut of your g-spot. Your climax comes crashing down instead of over you, the building feelings dissipating in your stomach, your hips bucking and squirming.

“Sirrr pleasee it hurtss, neeed to cum” you cry out, your eyes screwing shut in slight pain as well as frustration.

”You wanted to be a little brat during the mission princess, this is all on you” he explains as his fingers slowly begin moving again though the switch in pace only has small gasps leaving your lips, your orgasm still far far away.

“I'm not done with you just yet, you gotta deal with the consequences to your actions little one” he cooed, leaning down to leave a small peck to your mouth before his free hands rubbed across your thighs that were starting to burn from being spread so wide for so long.

Steve had a long night planned ahead for you, though he did intend on letting you cum soon. He wouldn't be done even after that with you though, he was extremely worked up the entire ride back home. That three letter honorific does something to him he can't explain and he never wanted to hear you say it on a mission again. It's way too hard for him to keep his hands to himself when you do.

→ a/n: this is short, not proofread and kinda shit as im trying to rush to get back on track so maybe ill finish kinktober this year, i have hopefully one more post to do today, then just the last day which will either be posted on halloween or after after if im busy.

[dumbification]

do i ask something horny because if so i think 1. jiaoqiu would have some mean head game and 2. probably is into food play and will also ‘accidentally’ spill drinks on you so he can lick it off you thankszz

he's such a brat when he's eating you out because he's so fucking slow and how he just wants to 'savor it' but you're too impatient so you end up bucking your hips against his face and squeezing your thighs, but when he does give you want you want he does it so well

yes he'd absolutely 'accidentally' spill stuff on you but at the same time you'd spill drinks on yourself on purpose because you want to see him lap his tongue at your skin like a dog.

and that's why he only ever buys you mildly revealing clothing, just so he can lick at some more skin, especially your chest.

"pleeeaaase. just a taste." he nods and props you up on the counter. you thought he'd hand you something to taste a bit of the food, but what you didn't expect was to be spoon-fed with the largest ladle ever. "how is it, darling?" he smiles at your expression. the flavor was too good to be true.

and oops. he spills quite a lot of the sauce on your chest. "my apologies, my love. let me clean that up for you." you expected him to grab some sort of towel, like how any normal person would clean up a mess---and jiaoqiu was definitely not normal. you found him lapping his tounge at your chest, desperate to leave the surface of your skin clean and coated with his saliva. it was quite erotic.

he'd then travel across your body with small pecks, leading all the way to your clothed cunt. he slides your panties to the side after lifting your skirt up. "just a taste?" and the aeons know it wont just be a taste.

[buckevantommy]

Everyone's always telling Buck what he should do. Okay, sometimes he did ask for their advice, but every piece of advice he's followed through on lately has ended badly and everything they tell him to do he doesn't actually want to do.

He should want to do something if it's supposed to make him feel better, if it's supposed to be better for him, right?

Josh told him to bulldoze ahead and tell Tommy what he wanted. Tommy told him to re-enact his Buck 1.0 days and spend time with some indeterminate amount of people until he finds someone forever. Maddie and Chim told him to start dating again and also wait for the universe to bring him someone special; another someone. Hen and Eddie told him not to contact Tommy.

He doesn't want to do any of that! He wants to talk to Tommy, to see him, to get Tommy to talk to him instead of giving up on them and running away because he's scared. He wants to tell Tommy he loves him. He wants Tommy to know first and last aren't mutually exclusive. He wants to yell at Tommy, and kiss him, and hold him. He wants Tommy to apologise for breaking his heart and for being a dumbass. He wants Tommy to believe him when he says he won't do the same; well, he might be a dumbass sometimes - but he would never break Tommy’s heart. He wants to apologise for jumping ahead but also not have to apologise for wanting a life with Tommy or for being too much.

Since that first night Tommy kissed him, he's felt reborn. Not in some starry-eyed way that Tommy seems to think is fake and won't last, but in the way that he's shed the skin of past Buck upgrades and finally grown into his body, become comfortable in who he is instead of trying to fit a facade that other people would accept. Always too big, too much, not enough, never content to just sit in his self and be without his worries and insecurities moulding him into something else, something with a better chance of getting people to like him, love him, stay with him. 

He’s never felt more himself or more at ease in a relationship that meant something to him than he did with Tommy. Never felt more wholly seen - the good, the bad, and the too-much and not enough - by his partner and adored anyway, wanted anyway.

Halfway through making swiss meringue buttercream instead of breakfast, he realises he's thinking about Tommy. His coping skill, as Bobby called it, has stopped working.

There's butter and sugar in the creases of his hands and nailbeds even after he hurriedly wipes them with the dishcloth over his shoulder. He can see it as he scoops up his phone from the charger and thumbs over to his message thread with Tommy, leaving greasy crumby residue on the screen.

i saw you bubbling

After it happened, after the Chief distracted everyone enough for him to grab his phone and retreat somewhere he wouldn't be disturbed, he'd stared at the space where the unsent message had appeared for twenty minutes waiting for the type bubble to reappear. Waiting for Tommy to hit send on whatever he'd backtyped.

Buck's mind had spiralled with all the possibilities and while it spiralled and he stared and waited he never got around to actually calling or texting Tommy himself. And then the bell rang.

He has time, now. He has things he wants to say.

you were going to tell me something an maybe i wont like what it was but just knowing you almost reached out is kinda driving me crazy bc i have a fridge full of baked goods bc everytime i think about calling you i bake and now i havnt cooked a proper meal in my own place in over a week bc i dont have room in my damn fridge to store anything besides chocholate chip bananan bread and baked alaskas

He wants to say: and it's all your fault! but that's not the whole truth. Buck played his part in this, set the wheels in motion that drove Tommy away from him. But how the hell was he supposed to know that? And Tommy should've known by now he doesn't really do 'slow'.

i'm not sorry for being too much bc i shouldnt haveto apologize for being myself

Screw it. Can't get any worse, right? Tommy's getting all of him whether he likes it or not.

i dont see you as some queer life coach or someone to fill space until someon else comes along

thats not who i am

i thought you knew me better than that but whatevr ig

i wanted to live with you bc i want a life with you bc i love you

i love you

i shouldve said that first

Send after send, typing like a man possessed, he gets out everything that's been pent up inside him since the shock wore off a week ago.

His chest is heaving as the adrenaline rushes through his veins. And his eyes sting. He has to blink away tears as he reads over the last message.

He never told Tommy. Tommy doesn't know. Maybe Buck wasn't sure that night Josh asked him, but he knows it now.

i wanted you to be my last

He still does.

i wanna hate you for giving up on us

but i cant seem to hate you

This whole thing would hurt a lot less if he could just hate Tommy for what he did. It would hurt a lot less if they could find a way through this mess, together, and come out the other side stronger because they know each other better and know they want to fight for what they have.

Real love is worth fighting for. Red taught him that. Real love isn’t found, it’s made. Old gay Thomas taught him that.

Well, Buck found Tommy. Or, the universe did. And he’s going to fight, dammit, because he wants to build a future with Tommy. 

His vision has blurred with hot tears. Movement on his screen catches his attention from where his gaze had drifted over to the couch where Tommy had stayed to take care of him through his Billy Boils saga.

Tommy is bubbling him.

Buck’s heart lurches in his chest. His breath catches.

can we talk?

There’s a huff of something like manic laughter as he swipes at his snotty nose.

that’s what i typed

Hope blooms in his chest, sudden and bright and painful in the best way.  

can we?

I think I owe it to you to yell at me in person

There’s a long moment where Buck tries to return his breathing to normal but its bated as he watches three little dots appear, then disappear. 

Then reappear. 

Then disappear.

Then:

I don’t want to give up on us either

Buck’s tears are still making his vision watery, but now they’re tears of joy. He did what he wanted to do - he reached out. And Tommy heard him.

He should take his own advice more often.

[grugruel]

Wicked Game

Pairings: cop!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

Masterlist

Summary: An out of control college party gets crashed by cops, someone tattled, and a cop chase ensues.

The chief is an old friend of your family, who you'd always had a crush on.

Thinking he's harmless, you talk back. But he can only hold back for so long.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: reader is 20, pinv sex, rough sex, oral sex (m and f recieving), choking, uniform kink, sir kink, reader being bratty, bucky doing something about it!! edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, handjob, fingering, pet names (girl, doll), praise (yay), mentions of masturbation, slight marking, degrading ish? cum eating, creampie, power dynamic, some soft!bucky at the end.

AN: This is not a Lee bodecker fic! This is just regular, muscly cop!bucky.

Blaring music and thumping bass fill an already crowded house, drunk daredevils otherwise inhabiting it.

God, my skull feels like it's about the cave in. The average college experience in other words.

I'd been drinking the least out of my friends, yet I felt the worst. They sat on the couch around me, trying the wide assortment of drugs that were splayed out in front of us. Littering the table along with various hard liqour bottles, all mostly empty.

Drugs arent my forte, but I wont nark them.

The party had only been going for an hour or so, I think? My lockscreen told me it was 2 in the night, holy shit? It had been 5 hours.

How the hell had no one called the cops yet? Little did I know, how badly I jinxed myself.

'Guys, Guys.' I lazily shrugged the shoulders of two of my friends sitting on each side of me, 'We- we, gotta go.'

'We're fine!' One of them drawled, splaying out on the couch.

I shook my head, head thumping in each bend, 'Theres literally. . .' I paused, searching tiredly for the right words, 'Uhm- No way! That the cops arent on their way here like, right now.'

'We've lasted this long.' The other said, shrugging his shoulders, grinning.

I groaned, 'Fine!' And threw my hands up in defeat, my friend observed me smugly. He held up some coke for me, raising his brows in question. To which I shook my head again.

A sharp alarm cut through the music, everyone groaned, heads complaining at the sound. I figured it was something with the sound system, but no.

I just had to jinx myself, remember?

As my ears adjusted to the sound, I realised. It's sirens, two or three. Cops.

'It's the fucking cops!' I shouted, alerting everyone. The music cut off, and the sirens clarified into the deafening sound of jail, or curfew. Depending on the cop. I was hoping and dreading the Chief in equal amounts, he could take it easy on me, or not.

I roused my friends, dragging them up from the couch and filtering them through the backdoor. Along with at least a hundred other people our age.

My attempts at freeing them had made me lag behind, one of my friends grabbed my arm, 'Come on!' She shouts, trying to pull me with them. But theres to many people between us and she loses her grip, swept away by the crowd.

The front door swings open behind me, and I freeze. Slowly turning around, I see a tall, broad shouldered figure standing silently observing the chaos from the doorway. He stepped inside, searching the crowd, and eventually. His eyes land on me.

'Give em' hell. Get the ones you can!' He barks the orders at his men, and then his eyes narrow in on me. Staring me down, 'And leave this one to me.' His words make my skin crawl, in fear of my parents finding out and possibly, excitement?

I wouldn't say no to punishment dealt by Chief Barnes.

His men rush past me out the backdoor, leading me to back up slowly. Placing the Coffee table between me and the Chief, securing myself somewhat.

Slowly, he stalks forward. A slanted smile growing with every step that he takes, making chills run up my spine. His uniform does him good I notice, shirt and pants sitting around his muscles perfectly. Belt and gun? Hot.

'Heeey, Buck.' I smile cheapishly, 'Fancy meeting you here.' Testing the waters, seeing what chances my charms have of easing the situation for myself.

He nods, raising his eyebrows in response and grins in spite, as if answering, "I'm sure it is" and "You're in deep fuckin shit now."

I laugh nervously and try again, 'I didn't know you enjoy college parties Buck? Or just, college girls?'

Amused, he steps closer, It's now only the table separating us. I step up on the couch behind me, desperately trying to make up for the space I'm losing. He puts his hands around his belt buckle, smirking. At least my incredibly funny self seems to have softened him.

He looks down, studying its content, then looks back up at me. His face turns displeased, undoing all my previous hard work to humour him.

I follow his gaze, looking at the table myself, and it dawns on me, 'No no no no!' I throw out in panic, 'Listen, Buck. . .'

'What could you possibly have to say-' he began and lowered his head, giving me a serious look, 'To get yourself out of this one?' referring to the table.

'I can think of a few things, I might have an ace in my sleeve.' I smirk. Metaphoricly speaking of course, my blouse does not have long sleeves.

He takes a firm step closer, a bemused look on his face, 'Ok Ok! It's not mine! It's not, mine.' I gesture to myself, then to the table in erratic motions. 'I'm an innocent bystander, I just sat on the couch. Never even touched the stuff.' I hold my hands up, palms out. As if it would stop him.

'Theres nothing innocent about you girl.' He tells me sternly, the corner of his lip tugging.

Stunned, there's a sudden flutter in my stumache.

Suddenly, the energy between us change. The tension grows and the look in his eyes turn hungry, like a hunter watching its prey.

'Pinky promise?' I ask, shrugging cheapishly.

He takes a few quick steps toward me, rounding the table. But I run to the end of the couch, making sure that the table is still between us. Butterflies surge through my body, giddy from excitement. This is the most fun I'd had all night. 'Buck, let's- lets be civil about this, alright? Let's just talk.' I giggle.

He chuckles, 'Oh, you think this is funny?'

Nodding, 'Kind of, yes. . .' I tease.

'We're far past talking.' He breathes, 'Had I been anyone else, had I not known your parents, you would've been in cuffs by now.'

My eyes turn mischievous, 'Whats stopping you?' I tilt my head, 'I assure you, I wouldn't mind.' And grin.

He chews the inside of his cheek, then charges, and I run, swivelling to avoid solo cups and various balloons on the floor. I hear his footsteps behind me, catching up. My agility is nothing compared to his raw muscle and speed, but I swerve into the kitchen, adrenaline kicking in. And manage to take cover behind the kitchen island.

Bucky grinds to a halt, slamming his palms into the counter, catching himself against it. Once again, im in safety. For a while at least.

'Youre gonna have to be faster than that.' I pant, grinning. He meets my eyes, pure animalistic tendencies behind them. The look on his face has me biting my lip, I couldn't wait for him to catch me. 'C'mon Chief.' I purr.

And somethings in his eyes ignite at the word, oh?

'Chief?' I test and he grunts, eyes glaring at me through his eyebrows. Naturally, I delve deeper, 'You feeling quite alright. . . Sir?'

He tilts his head with a jerk, then laughs 'You've done it now.' Those are warning words. Then he jumps, sliding over the counter.

'Holy shit!' I squeek as I take of running, narrowly avoiding his grasp. I run through the house with Bucky right on my heels, nothing but the the thrill of the chase keeping me going.

I run out by the backdoor, then stupidly enough, take a right. Into a garden, a fenced in garden. The high type of fence too. I regret my decision the second I see notice it, but its to late. Buckys steps slow behind me, and I slow to a stop myself as I come face to face with a dead-end. 'Oh, fuck me.' I breathe, absolutely exhausted.

'Famous last words, doll.' He cuckles between pants.

I turn around and smile through the pain, 'Ha ha! Funny guy. What. A funny. Guy.' I clench my teeth, sighing.

My eyes lock onto his frame, hands on his hips as he's catching his breath. Mesmerized I stare, men in uniform, huh? Im starting to see the appeal.

Slowly, he begins walking toward me, prowling like a tiger. He grabs hold of his belt, pulling it upward to adjust his pants.

God damn.

My uterus is aching, my entire body is aching. I would've drooled if I hadnt come to my senses, escaping. Right.

I make a break for it. In one quick motion, I turn around and jump. Grabbing hold of the upper ledge of the fence and pull myself up, my feet scrambling against the wood to find some sort of purchase. But im too slow, too focused. I didn't even hear him come up behind me, but I did feel his big hands on my waist.

He yanks me down and pushes me toward the fence, his body flush against my back. I gasp and he digs his fingertips into my waist, making sure I don't escape again. His touch makes me yearn for more, I want it deeper.

He levels his head with mine, leaning in close to my ear. Close enough to feel his hot breathing against the skin on my neck, 'I got you now.' He whispers, making my skin prickle with goosebumps and setting of a pulse deep below my stumache. But I wasn't willing to give up just yet. With my hands free, I pry his own from my waist and turn around, pushing him back by the chest.

Now. . . The intention was to push him hard enough to give me space to run past, but. . .

He barely budged, he grabbed my wrists and pushed me back against the fence, pinning my body between the wood and himself. Wrists in hand, he anchored my arms to my sides by grabbing onto the fabric of my skirt. Rouching it, he helt the flesh of my ass under his fingers.

I laugh nervously, 'You're not gonna tell mom and dad are you?'

He just chuckles, fuck im truly, in deep shit.

I try wriggling free from his grip, but he holds my wrists tighter, carefully slamming them into the fence above my head and leans against me. Leaving zero space for me to move, every curve of our bodies complete the others, I swear I can feel his bulge against my hip. He moves his face closer to mine, needing me to crane my neck upward to meet his eyes. When I do, a self-satisfied smile covers his lips. His face inches from my own, we were basically sharing one breath as his lips barely brush over mine. 'You gonna be a good girl for me and behave?' He asks, breathing heavily.

I whine, he can't possibly turn me on more. 'Depends.' I say.

''Yeah?' He practically whimpers.

I close the distance between our lips, but he pulls back and smiles, teasing me. I meet his eyes and we look at eachother intently, as if entranced, I cant break contact.

He lets go of my wrists and traces his hands down my arms, all the way down to my hands. Chills run amock over my body, I close my eyes and lean in again, but suddenly-

I hear a clasp, then another and I can just feel him smirk against me. My eyes go wide and I realise, 'You didn't.' glaring at him.

'I did.' He laughs, 'What made you think you were in a position to negotiate?'

I look down and sure enough, cuffs bind my wrists together. Shocked, my mouth falls open. I didnt even feel him reach for them.

He backs up and grabs my arm, pulling me with him. 'Could you at least let me off around the corner from our house?' I ask as we make our way toward his car, he glaces down at me but doesnt answer, 'So they dont see me get dropped off in a cruiser, you know?' He opens the front door for me, and helps me inside, 'And maybe avoid talking to them for a few weeks, you'd really be doing me a favor, Buck.' And without a word, he closes the door and walks around to his side. Getting in and driving off.

The first portion of the ride is silent, he'd done what he had to, to catch me. Damn.

Luckily for me though, the party was a long way from home. Meaning I have some time to devise a plan.

I look at my cuffs, carefully observing them. Hmm. . . I yank my hands apart, trying the strength of the schackles, hoping the sound would gather his attention.

This was a game of chance, a game of seduction and persuasion.

Gently, I tickle the skin on my upper knee, 'I really didnt do any drugs y'know.' tracing back and forth with my fingertips, acting somber. Then lay my hand flat against my thigh, squeezing it absentmindedly. Continuing with rubbing small, firm circles with my index finger into my skin and turn to look out of the window.

Bucky clears his throat. The reaction I was looking for, perfect.

I spread my legs slightly, letting my hands slide down either side of my thigh. Clasping them together underneath and slide them up along my thigh. The skirt catching on my cuffs, revealing more and more of my-

-his hand flies to my thigh, hooking the cuff over his thumb and squeezing my flesh. Keeping me from showing anything more. Fuck, my core is throbbing from that alone.

'Buck?' I ask innocently.

'Dont' he croaks, voice sounding pained.

'Sorry-' I pause, glancing at him carefully. His eyes are fixed sternly on the road, 'We could talk about this like adults you know, make a deal.' He squeezes my thigh harder, I lift one hand with the restricted movements of my cuffs and caress his fingertips, 'A real good deal, benefitial for the both of us' I suggest.

'You talk too much for your own good, girl.'

'I'm not quite sure what you mean, Sir?. .' I bite my lip as he looks over at me, meeting my eyes through my lashes. 'You wouldn't tell on me to my parents, would you?' I ask, giving him my best puppy eyes.

He looks away, sitting silently until the next exit comes up. He flashes his indicators and turn off the main road, parking in an empty clearing.

'You want a deal, doll?' He asks, looking straight ahead. Sliding the cuffs off his thumb as his hand travel downward, fingertips sliding under my skirt, knuckles brushing over my clothed clit. Lust flashes through my nerves, and I gasp.

'A deal, or you. Both sound good to me.' I whisper, on the edge of my seat. Eagerly awaiting his answer, waiting for him.

He looks back at me, meeting my eyes with a fiendish grin, 'Then put that big mouth of yours to use.' He orders.

Nodding enthusatically, I lean over. Unbuckling his belt and zip down his pants, I reach into his boxers and fuuuuck, my hands barely fit around him. I pull him out and pull my hands to my mouth, wetting my fingers before returning them. One hand carefully stroking small circles around his tip, while the other strokes him up and down in cylindrical motions along his shaft.

The chief of police bites his lip, muffling a whimper as I move faster, 'Uhh- mmm. .' He hums, 'Yes- yes, doll. Fuck. .' He stutters.

Such a strong man crumbling under the touch of a woman, it was turning me on like nothing ever has, the power I hold is surprising.

His fingers move under my panties and slide along my slit, making it my turn to moan. I Buck my hips to give him better access, and he dips his fingers inside me. Pumping them slowly as he's getting them wet, then slides up to my clit, circling around it. 'Holy-' I gasp, 'Shit.'

We buck our hips to the others touch, leaning against the other, shoulder to shoulder, temple to temple. Moaning breathely. Our lips finally meeting in a needy kiss, tounges moving with the rhythm of our bodies. 'Please, doll. Be a good girl.' He begs between our lips.

Fuck me, that heartbeat in my utherus spread in pulses through out my entire body.

I grin and pull back. Leaning over, I carefully lick the leaking cum off his tip clean, then take him in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his head, licking greedily. Tasting the salt of him. I push deeper, sucking his length into my mouth. The sloppy sounds of saliva and lips were vulgar inte the most intoxicating way. His hand continues massaging my clit while the other snakes into my hair, grabbing a fistful and aiding my movements. Helping me set merciless pace.

Bucky groans, our strokes growing in greed as we close in on our releases. He shoves two big fingers into my core, curling at just the right spot. Pleasure surge through me, leaving me to stuff my throat with his member, muffling a scream as I topple over the edge. I feel him come right after, my mouth filling with his seed and hearing his moan of completion. The bitterness of salt waa overwhelming to my tastebuds, I swallow what I can and pull myself off.

Leaving a sloppy mess around my mouth, I sit back and smile. Breathing heavily as I regain my strength, Bucky looks at me and laughs, 'You got something right here.' gesturing circles around his mouth, reffering to mine. I wide my mouth clean with my thumb and suck it off, Bucky smiles proudly at the sight. Then brings his own fingers to his mouth, sucking my juices off of them.

Heat ignites within me once again.

Bucky cups my face with one hand and pulls me into a kiss. The tastes of eachother mixing, I can't quite tell what is what. But it's wonderful. Bucky pulls free and looks at me, I give him a hazy, expectant look. He strokes my cheek with his thumb and slides out of the car, walking around to my side. I furrow my eyebrows as he helps me out of the passenger seat. He pulls me to the hood of the car, pushing himself against me until the back of my legs hit the grill. He leans in and whispers against my ear, 'Still need to punish ya.' He drawls, a shiver running through my spine.

'Im begging you Chief.' I look at him thtough hooded, lustfilled eyes, 'Please punish me.' I groan, smiling.

His dick twitched at the word, making him close his eyes to keep his composure. Then suddenly bends down and finds purchase under my knees. In one swift motion, he pulls, and I fall back onto the hood, 'Wanting it defeats the purpose, doll.' He growls, then opens his eyes. But the sight before him makes him unravel.

Upperbody bent to the side in an effort to prop myself up on my forearms, thanks to my cuffs. Skirt over my hips and legs spread, core exposed and ready for him.

'Do you worst, please. Sir. . .' I whisper and grin.

His eyes snap to mine, and that "You're in for it now.' Expression returns, 'Fuckin brat.' He spits.

Then, he kneels. He fuckin kneels. A shiver runs up my spine a the sight, 'Some punishment, huh?' I ask, but he only smirks. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, and grabbing each thigh to keep them spread, then, without warning, he dives in.

I bite my cheek to stop myself from screaming, pulses of pleasure run through me like electric currents. He pushes his tongue inside me, feverishly licking at my juices, exploring my walls, burrying his face in my cunt. Nose pushing up against my clit, making my back arch deliciously. 'That all you can do?' I tease, grinding my hips against his nose, desperate to get some friction. But his eyes meet mine, glaring as he moves his hands to my hips, holding me steady.

He pulls back for a second, just to spit on my cunt, then hastily returning, chasing my clit. I gasp, burrying my cuffed hands in his hair, pulling him closer as I want more. Making him moan against me, his voice vibrating against my clit. My sight blurs from the pleasure, a knot tightening inside me 'More.' I beg, 'So close.'

His tongue slide out of me, and I whine. But he licks a stipe up my cunt and then attatches at my clit, sucking and nipping at my sensitivity. My body jolts, and I shut my eyes. 'You gonna cum?' He asks, voice muffled.

I can barely answer, pleasure overwhelming me as white specks my vision, 'Ye- yeah. . ' I moan, 'So close, ju- just like th-' I begin, about to reach my climax again, but suddenly.

He let's go, pushing himself off of my clit with on last lick and sits back on his heels, watching my unravel.

'No, please, Buck.' I squrim, whining at the loss of him. I try to pull him back, but he doesn't budge. 'I'm begging, please, please.' I whimper, closing my legs and pushing them together, moving my hips for any sort of friction to finish what he started.

'Mouthy brats dont get to cum.' He chuckles and grab my knees to pull them apart. I feel a tear roll down my cheek as the knot loosens again. In a last desperate effort, I pull my hands from his hair, burrying two fingers in me while my thumb rubs my clit. Just for a second, that exctatic feeling returns, blissful sparks ignite, until- he pushes his body between my legs to keep my thighs in place and grab my wrists, ripping them from my cunt. Then laughs, he laughs.

'Not funny.' I whimper.

'It is. . . Im not done even done yet.' He says, face glistening with my juices.

I fall back against the hood groaning, as the ache in my core reaches my bones. 'I need you so bad.' I whisper.

'What was that?' He asks.

'I need you. Buck please.' I whimper.

'Can't quite hear you, doll.' He mocks, hands squeezing tighter around my wrists.

'I fuckin need you inside me, ok?' I almost shout, 'Fuck me, hard. I'm begging, jus- just need you in me.'

'Yeah?' He laughs, standing up. Hooking his hands under my knees and slide me closer to him. His hand trace my skin to my waist, getting a tight grib. Then, in one smooth motion, he flips me to my stumache.

I can't help but gasp, 'Think you can act like a brat all night, and get away with it?' He asks, smaking my ass once. I yelp, the sting making my eyes water in the most delicious way. He lines himself up with my entrance, pushing on it slightly. His tip breeching.

'Please.' I whimper, muttering a string of curses. And without warning, he shoves himself inside. Again, I bite my cheek. Pleasure rolls through me, electrocuting every nerve. He grabs my hips, sinking his fingertips deep into my skin. Silently, I beg for them to leave bruises. Theres nothing hotter than a souvenir to remember him by.

He sets a hard pace, thrusting deeply. Pulling back almost all the way before forcefully pushing himself inside again, over and over. My brain doesnt function, I can't form words, all I can do is moan. The sound of slapping skin perfectly lewd in my ear. 'Harder Buck.' I request.

He leans down, grabbing my throat and pulling me flush against his chest, pushing his nose into my cheek, 'Yeah? This not enough for you?' He asks, grunting in my ear.

'Not enough, more.' I mewl.

His hand tightens his grip around my throat, cutting off just enough air to give me a dizzying euphoria. His other hands come down on my ass again, smacking hard as he thrusts deeper. Then re-grips your hip, using it to push and pull your, making our bodies come together even harder, 'Greedy girl, cant fuckn get enough huh?' He groans between breaths, hot against your skin.

I shake my head, the only answer I can manage as I feel my walls twitching, closing around him. He can feel it too, his hips stutter, throwing his thrusts of balance. He bites my ear, lightly tugging on it before kissing my cheek gently, then kissing down my neck.

A stark contrast to the rest of his movements, it's enough to make my head spin. It's almost too much. I feel the blinding pleasure threatening to spill inside me, 'You wanna cum girl?' He asks against the crook of my neck. I nod my head enthusiastically. 'Words doll, use your words.' He breathes.

'Ye- Yes, please.' I manage, 'Wanna cum so fucking bad, Chief.'

He grunts, hand slipping from my throat to my breasts, working them roughly. Palming, squeezing, pinching 'C'mon, cum for me doll.' He says between pants and immidietly, I topple over the edge. Pleasure blinding me as he continues thrusting, continues to assault my breasts. My body begins spasming, and my knees go week, 'Bucky. . . Fuck-' I groan, but he holds me up. All my senses feel like they're about to burst as he prolongs my orgasm, stretching it out in an exhuastingly wonderful way. He bites down on my shoulder, squeezing my breasts, muffled grunts escaping him as his own body spasms and his thrusts halt, his member finally filling me with seed.

He collapses on top of me as we catch our breaths, im so tired I can barely keep my eyes open.

I close my eyes for a second, but doesnt register Bucky pushing himself off of me, or him gathering me in his arms and laying me in the backseat. I don't feel him wrap his jacket around me, or the ride home.

But I do rouse from my sleep as Bucky carries me into my room and lays me down in my bed, he kisses me on the forehead, 'Hey doll.' He whispers, a soft smile on his lips.

I panic slightly as I realise that I'm home, 'Mom n' dad?' I ask anxiously.

'I made a good excuse, don't worry.' He strokes some hair from my face, 'Sleep. You need it. I'll go easier on you next time.' He promises.

'Next time?' I ask, a tired smile covering my face.

'Next time.' He assures, and you drift back to sleep. He stands up and walks to the doorway, silently watching you with admiring eyes as he carefully closes the door.

He tells your parents a made up backstory and they understand, happy to see him. They invite him to dinner next weekend and he happily accepts, he'd do anything to see you again.

He thinks about you the entire car ride home, in the shower as he beats himself off and in the morning as he wakes up with a hard on from dreams off you clenching around him.

He can do nothing but count the days until he sees you again, guranteeing himself it will be a memorable occasion.

[dwaekkicidal]

after reading the biting lino thoughts I neeeeeed u to write pliant lino who for onceeeee let's u have ur way with him, like i totally agree he's THE bratty dom but he's feeling generous so he lets u do what u want plsplspls

im so sorry this is so late! i had this in my drafts and completely forgot to post it ><

the og post

lino who, for once in his life, doesn't know what to do with himself when you're sitting on his lap. your pretty lips that are glossy from your combined spit thanks to the heated makeout session you just had. your lips that are also swollen from the constant attention to his pecs, leaving little marks that make him moan quietly and make his dick twitch

he settles his hands on your hips, holding onto the last drops of his dominance as if his life is on the line until he eventually caves. he's so hard and his mind is so foggy from the various hickeys and bite marks that now litter his chest, some of which are even shaped like a heart as if to add more fuel to the fire <3

❥ pliant lino who finds himself sinking into the couch, just one big puddle, as you roll your hips forward and grind onto him. his chest and neck are red as he takes deep breaths, trying to ground himself from your onslaught

❥ pliant lino whose moans turn more high-pitched and whiney as you test the waters, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head on the top of the couch

❥ pliant lino who doesn't object, doesn't move a muscle, doesn't even blink for that matter. he sits there and lets it happen, his pretty boba eyes glossing over as he stares into your wide ones

❥ pliant lino who keeps his hands where you put them, not moving them an inch as you move your hands to pull his cock out of his boxers, pumping him with two hands.

❥ pliant lino who keens when a fat glob of ur spit drops from your shiny lips and lands right onto his throbbing tip. even more so when the squelching sounds seem to get louder and he cant help but spread his legs more and dig his fingers into where his hands rest, still at the top of the couch

❥ pliant lino who bucks his hips desperately, breathily moaning your name alongside throaty whines of how close he is

❥ pliant lino who, if you choose to edge him, will have the prettiest pleading face youve ever seen. no tears yet but you can see the frustration in his eyes and the twitch from his cock

❥ pliant lino who might even pout with a cute frown if not just make an angry face at you through his heaving breaths

❥ pliant lino who wont beg, especially if its the first time with no prior talk about it, but he wont hesitate to whine loudly and wrap his hands around your wrist, tugging you towards him and silently telling you what he wants and what to do

may or may not go dom mode after that hehe

❥ pliant lino who, if you do let him cum right then, will scrunch his face up and furrow his eyebrows as he cums. whether it be on your hands/face or even down your throat, he's gonna have his head thrown back and those big thighs are gonna squeeze around you with each spurt

❥ pliant lino who wants to touch you in some sort of way while this is going on. its mainly to keep him grounded, but he also craves the affection when his mind is reeling

❥ pliant lino who will lowkey fantasize about you overstimulating him if you ride out his orgasm for a little longer than normal

❥ pliant lino who will quickly feel feral and get a sudden urge fuck your brains out after this kind "present" you gave him

❥ pliant lino who, once you two are laying in bed after the fact, pulls an "i know i said that would never happen but... maybe we should do it again. soon. for... research purposes, yeah?"

i forgot to put my taglist hehe....

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[mattsturniolosmuse]

Help Me

Johnny Cade x Reader

Summary: You're a virgin, and it's the first time you've ever gotten horny. You turn to your best friend, Johnny Cade, for help, and he helps you, alright.

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), cowgirl, praising, dirty talk, Dom! Johnny, sub! reader, also pretend this is modern day

You turn the page in your book.

I wanted him, so bad. I thought of him as I reached beneath my skirt and into my panties, shoving three fingers deep inside of me.

You gasp, realizing the wet spot in your panties. You are throbbing, and your mind drifts to Johnny, your best friend. The scars on his face, his chocolate brown eyes, his plump lips. You grab your phone.

You: johnny cade get over here

You: and come alone

dickwagon: why, is everything alr

You: yeah, I just need help

dickwagon: i cant, darry wont let me leave bc of what happened

He is obviously talking about when he got jumped. He wasn't allowed to leave alone.

You: im coming over then

dickwagon: 👍

You grab your hoodie from its rack at the front door, slipping into your crocs. You run almost the whole way to the Curtis house, your chest heaving as you run inside.

Your eyes scan the group until they land on Johnny. Your clit throbs. You grab his arm, and drag him upstairs into the guest room. Dally whoops.

"Have fun Johnnycake." He yells to you guys. You roll your eyes, blushing.

"What's wrong?" Johnny asks you. You gesture towards your crotch.

"I'm horny, because of you, Johnny please help." You say fast. He looks down at you, blushes, then looks back up.

"Sure, babydoll." He says, kissing you hesitantly. He pulls away, but you pull him back. You tangle your hands in his hair, tugging on it gently.

"Please help me." You whisper, shuddering. He pushes you down onto the bed, smashing his lips against yours. You whimper against his lips, grinding up into him. He groans.

He unzips your hoodie, revealing a white lace bra. He chuckles.

"Pretty baby." He says, pulling your bra strap down your shoulder. He kisses the top of your breasts, then your nipple, causing you to moan very quietly.

He leaves kisses all the way down your stomach before pulling down your jeans along with your panties. He moans when he sees the wet mess he made you. He spreads the slick with his fingers, causing you to whimper.

"Please, Johnny." You say, looking down at him. He kisses your throbbing clit gently, before flattening his tongue against your pussy.

"Johnny!" You moan, your hands flying to his hair, bucking your hips into his face. Johnny moans against your clit, and you shudder.

"I'm so close Johnny." You moan, as he flicks his tongue into your hole. You bite your lip to keep yourself from screaming. Johnny notices.

"Let me hear your pretty noises." He says, resuming his assault on your pussy.

"I'm cumming." You moan. He nods, licking faster. You release all over his tongue. He sits beside you, kissing you gently.

"Ride me." He says. You straddle him, pulling his jeans off with his boxers. He pulls his white t-shirt over his head as you're doing so. He kisses your neck, sucking a hickey into the skin. You grab his dick, pumping it up and down before lifting yourself up and sinking onto it.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Johnny moans, squeezing your waist, his eyes rolling back. He bottoms out, and you sit there, letting him and yourself adjust.

You begin to bounce up and down on Johnny's cock. He whimpers, burying his face in your tits. You wrap your arms around him, pulling him closer to you. You knew that the gang could hear both Johnny and you, but you didn't care at the moment.

Your legs begin to shake, from pleasure and tiredness, so you start going in circles, and rocking back and forth. Johnny whimpers.

"Just like that. Feels so good." Johnny praises you. You clench around him.

"Y/N! I'm cumming." He moans, shooting his load into you, coating your walls.

"Thank you, Johnny." You say into his neck. A sharp knock appears at the door.

You jump, rolling off of Johnny and hiding under the covers.

"Come in." Johnny says, his voice shaking. Dally and Two-Bit enter the room. His eyes shoot to the lump - me- and back to Johnny, who is naked.

"Way to go, Johnny!" Two-Bit hollers.

[miguelhugger2099]

Play with me!

Summary: Interactive SMUT with submissive Miguel! Choose your own path! A/N: you guys are spoiling him!! surely this wont have consequences... Art: Andalusia on twt <<Prev Next>>

-punish him! overstim him and DENY relief -let it slide! overstim him and ALLOW relief! [SELECTED]

You smirk down at him, your hand coming down the side of his face to cup his cheek between your thumb and index finger. Your thumb smears the glistening sheer of cum and spit across his skim. With your thumb grazing his bottom lip, Miguel takes it in his mouth and gently sucks the mixed fluids off you, humming in delight. 

“Hiciste bien, amor. But you got a little carried away, no?” You watch with a teasing smile as his eyes hazily reach up to yours. 

“‘m sorry…” He mumbles with your thumb in his mouth. You shush him quickly. “Don't worry. Mama's not mad at you.” 

Miguel shivers and whines, mumbling a soft mami, and both his cock and his heart jumps at your affection. You slip your thumb from his mouth and usher him to lay down on the bed with you.

He scrambles up from the floor, hauling himself up on the bed and sits on his knees beside you. He clutches his hands into fists tightly on his thighs. He wants so badly to rut himself into you, on you–on something–just for relief in his balls but he restrains himself. 

“You're not?” He breathes out. You place a hand above his fist and your other hand on his stomach. Miguel's body twitches and you see his cock practically trying to rip through the fabric.

“No, sweetheart. In fact, I'll return the favor. Pain feels good, yeah?” You smile and lean in close to his lips. 

Miguel 's pupils dilate and he nods vigorously. 

You push his chest down gently, Miguel tipping over and stumbling back onto the plush pillows while you settle between his legs. His body shakes as he meets your eyes. Your head coming down to kiss down his stomach, grinning when you made contact with his happy trail.

Without you telling him, Miguel lifts his hips up so you could take off his boxers. You lift the waistband up and down his legs to which he wanted to kick them off immediately. He couldn't wait much longer.

His cock sprung up, long and thick with a bulbous and angry tip that oozed precum. With an embarrassed whine, Miguel's dick leaks another dribble of precum that runs down his shaft. You could see the glistening parts down his length that showed where his previous leaking had been drying at.

Licking your lips, you never got used to the sight of him. The way it curved slightly and showed you the veins down him that throbbed with each heartbeat. His hips bucked instinctively when you got too close–wanting to just shove his cock down your throat–and you jumped back in time.

You knew what he wanted–he was so easy to read like this. You couldn't help yourself though. You always jumped at the chance to tease him for a bit.

You lifted your head back up, running your lips through the valley between his pecs and gave him small kisses.

You gently stroke his cock, the heavy weight of it twitching as you continue to leave little bite marks on his chest. Miguel rolls his eyes back, sighing and choking out moans since he finally was getting some relief.

“Oh–yes–mhm! More…” He purred, angling his hips up to meet your hand. 

You squeeze his balls and he cries out. “What do we say?” You brush your tongue over his collarbone and he shivers.

Miguel huffs, a large blush on his cheeks and heart hammering in his chest. “P-please…” he whined.

“That's my good boy.”

“Good boy..” Miguel smiles weakly up at the ceiling, his heart fluttering at your words but contorts in pleasure when you pick up your pace. “Oh–God–!” He chokes.

Taking a small lick to his nipple, Miguel moans, his cock pulsing in your hand. He squeezes his eyes shut and arches his back. With your teeth, you bite around him and suck the hardening bud which makes Miguel gasp and writhe beneath you. His heart beats wildly, so much you could almost hear it if you were focused enough.

Moving onto his other nipple, Miguel cries and lets out whimpers when your hand comes up to cup his plump pec, thumb rubbing his nipple. With your mouth and hand at work at his chest, Miguel believed he was in heaven. He struggled to open his eyes and every chance he got, he was lulled back into the sensation of your touch.

He moans your name loudly, a little high pitched as he begs for more. He panted like a dog, his hands clutching the bed covers beside him. 

You leave his nipple with a pop, hot breath fanning his bruised and perky nub. You saw the bite mark slowly form around him and grinned. Your hand continues to pinch around his other nipple in time with the twists on his cock.

Lowering yourself down his chest, you left more kisses and playful bites on his skin. Slowly, you paused your stoking where Miguel mewled pathetically, his body quivering and weak.

His eyes were glossy, tasting the bit of heaven and going mad when he lost it–even if it was temporary. Miguel looked down to see you facing down at his cock. For a moment, he was confused

He didn't expect to see you letting your spit drip down your tongue and onto his tip. The contact made him stiffen and he twitched when your thumb rubbed across his slit, mixing your two fluids together.

He could barely get your name out before you dived between his legs, enveloping his large cock with your lips and into your mouth. Miguel nearly screamed and instead of doing that, let out a deep groan from within his throat and grabbed onto your hair.

His fingers gripped your strands tightly and forced you further down his length. Expecting that, you relaxed your jaw and let him slide deeper down your throat before slipping it back out.

You heard his desperate whining from above you, tears bubbling in his eyes and eyelashes as he gave into his desires. Your tongue slipped under his shaft, prodding and licking at the throbbing thick vein and he squeezed his meaty thighs around your head.

Letting out a low moan, the vibrations surrounded his cock and he moaned with you. “Yes, yes, yes–fuck, yes!” Miguel whimpered, his jaw clenched so hard the veins on his neck appeared and his fangs grew larger.

Your hand squeezed his pecs again, thumb and index finger twisting and pulling on his nipple and he thrusted his hips up with a cry of your name. “Por favor, mami–por fa!” 

Saliva had dripped and soaked his cock, making your sucking sound out with a wet slurping. You took him deeper like you've done many times before but somehow when he's pulsing like this, his dick seems to grow bigger each time.

You slipped off his cock and used your tongue to lick the outline of it that made Miguel buck his head back into the pillow. You sucked only the tip of him, running your tongue along his slit which had Miguel shaking and twitching. Always so sensitive.

Licking down his length, you sucked his balls in your mouth, tugging it gently and Miguel howled his arousal. With an angry grunt, he ripped you off with a painful pull of your hair and shoved you back down on his cock.

Your eyes widened, unprepared for his sudden dominance so you gagged on him, spit surrounding and dripping out your mouth and making a mess between you two. Miguel went mindlessly numb, pumping your head up and down with hard pulling and his cock thrusting in rhythm that barely gave you time to breathe.

“Mi ángel, mi hermosa diosa–uy, carajo–!” He groans, bucking his hips wildly into your mouth. His jaw is slacked, his tongue nearly lolling out while drool spills on the side of his mouth. 

In an attempt to regain control, you tried to pry his thighs apart and pin them down but he was stronger. He had you going in slow and fast strokes–whatever he wanted and needed to chase his high. 

A deep groan rumbled from his chest, his fingers curled around your hair to bring your head up and down in slow but hard sucking. Unable to take your control back, you felt tears welling up in your eyes. He used your mouth while you struggled to suck all of him at your own pace, yet the arousal pooling between your legs came back. A sign that even though you loved him submitting to you–a little pain once in a while never bothered you. “Quiero llenar tu boca–MM–mierda!” Miguel moans, panting and screwing his eyes shut as he ruts into your mouth with abandon. The image of filling your mouth fueling him to unload his cum quicker.

He lets out a guttural groan, arching his back as his cock twitches and spurts his seed down your throat. Every single drop he'd been holding in had spilled into you, filling the walls of your mouth to the brim to the point where a lot of it spilled out of you. 

The copious amount ran down his cock and drenched his inner thighs and yet Miguel still kept pumping with a shake of his legs. He pulled you off him, the bottom half of your face covered in white sticky cum, your eyes brimmed with tears and your chest heaving to finally catch a breath.

Miguel took advantage of your haze, pushing you down on your back and pulled your legs apart. He rubbed his soft cock against your pussy, smearing a mix of his cum, your saliva, and your juices to get himself hard again. He leaned down to nibble your ear.

“Wanna fill you…I need to fuck you.” He groaned with his words slurring together and he continued to hump your sopping cunt to prepare both of you for what was to come.

Snapping the bubble of your haze, you held onto his arms and gripped your nails into his skin which made him purr in delight.

Fuck, he got confident. The half lidded look in his eyes that devoured your body made you feel another pool of arousal throb in your cunt. Or is it just a fueled ego that could be crushed? Your pride took a hit but he was still brainless from his orgasm. His attitude could be temporary. You needed to think fast.

A/N: the near 50/50s are killing me why is the miguel community so split on either spoiling him or being mean to him

taglist !!: @envyjmoney @howabouticallyou @pxtched @babyprofessorsharkpalace

[gumisgirlfriend]

(๑>◡<๑),, TEASE

PAIRING:: megumi fushiguro x fem!reader WARNINGS:: 18+ NSFW CONTENT, megumi has a fat dick, praise, use of pet names (doll, sweetheart) SUMMARY:: craving your boyfriends attention, you decide to try and tease him while he plays video games with yuji.

Megumi sits on the couch, his usually messy hair dampened from his recent shower. He looks so pretty just sitting there, concentrated on his game, wearing nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants. Sometimes you wonder how you landed such a pretty thing like him.

"Need somethin' doll?" Megumi asks as you curl up beside him on the couch, moving his headset off one ear. You shake your head, leaning on his shoulder. "Just wanna see you, 'Gumi.." you murmur against his neck. His hand pats your thigh. "After I'm done we can watch a movie or something, 'kay?" He says, before pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. "Noo.." you pout, resting your cheek on his thigh as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. "Want you now, 'Gumi.." you murmur pleadingly, your sweet pout almost too precious to resist. But as much as he'd like to indulge in you, he had already made a promise to Yuji. He lets out a heavy sigh, running his thumb over your cheek. "Told Itadori that we'd play tonight, sweetheart. Wont be long, I swear." his velvet voice purrs. "Mmm.. okay..~" you mutter disappointedly, turning your gaze to the screen to watch as he plays. You can sometimes hear Yuji through his headset, yelling, and Megumi murmuring curses under his breath.

After ten minutes, you start to grow more impatient, your hand tracing small, teasing circles on his thigh. You sit up, fumbling with the straps of your tank top, your hardened nipples peeking through temptingly. He catches a glimpse of you out of the corner of his eye, biting his lip before his gaze shifts back to the screen. You slip off the thin tank top, breasts still covered in hickeys and love bites from days before. "Gumi.." you whisper, your hand running teasingly up and down his inner thigh. His breath hitches, and he desperately tries to keep his eyes on the screen. He quickly mutes himself in the party. "Don't do this to me, doll.." he whispers back to you huskily, feeling his sweatpants tighten. Your hand caresses the growing heat in his pants, making his pretty cock twitch. "Pretty please.." you whine temptingly, pressing a soft few kisses around his adams apple as you stroke him through his pants. Your fingers slide underneath the waistband and into his boxers, feeling warm precum drip from his tip. He lets out a low groan, his head rolling back as his game comes to an end.

Your boyfriend unmutes himself in the party, “Mm, Yuji, I-I gotta go.” He mutters quickly before leaving the party, tossing off his headphones and controller.

“What the hell, Fushiguro?!” you hear Yuji yell before he leaves the party.

“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” he says, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You bite your lip innocently, shaking your head, “Want you so b-bad, ‘Gumi.”

He pulls you onto his lap, tugging off your shorts to reveal your dampened panties. He pulls out his dripping cock from his boxers, guiding your hand along it. “Just look what you do to me, doll..” he whimpers out, his hips bucking into your fingers. He pulls you by the waist into a sloppy kiss, letting out low moans into your mouth as you gently stroke his pretty cock.

Megumi flips you haphazardly onto your back, pressing more kisses down your neck and collarbone, all the way to your love-bitten breasts. He pins you to the couch as you kiss hastily, his erection teasingly brushing against your soaking wet panties. You break away from the kiss, lips coated in saliva. “P-please..” you sputter, your hips eagerly bucking against his.

“I know, doll.” He coos’, his fingers tantalizingly circling above the waistband of your panties, before tugging them off and down your legs. His tip teases your puffy clit, before he aligns his thick cock at your entrance. “Hold onto me, ‘kay baby?” he whispers reassuringly, his fingers interlacing with yours. Oh so slowly, he thrusts into you, earning a needy moan from your lips, nearly knocking the wind out of you, and a low hiss from him.

As he plunges into you again, you can barely get a word out, “G-Gentle..” you whimper, still adjusting to his size.

“I-Ive got you, baby. Don’t worry.” his velvety voice purrs, pressing gentle kisses along your jaw as he thrusts into you tenderly. As you adjust to him, he picks up the pace, murmuring praise after praise in your ear. “You take me so good, doll..” he moans into your ear, his hands pressing you back into the couch as he starts to rut into you desperately. “F-Fuck..” he growls between heavy breaths, his tip repeatedly meeting your G-spot.

Your legs wrap around him, “‘M-m close, Gumi!” you moan out as your eyes glaze over with pleasure.

“Me t-too, baby.” He nods, continuing unrelentingly as you feel yourself reach your peak. With one last thrust, he buries his cock to the hilt inside you, eliciting a cry of his name from your lips.

Your back arches, and your legs tremble as he presses into you one last time, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss as his warm seed fills you. His grip softens on your hands, and his forehead presses to yours. “Love you, baby.” he breathes out, cupping your face in his hands as he presses a chaste kiss to your forehead.

Suddenly you both hear noise come from Megumi’s headphones..

“What the fuck, dude?!” Yuji screams at the top of his lungs.

Megumi facepalms, his face flushing red.

“You.. forgot to leave the party, didn’t you?” you mutter, feeling your cheeks heat up.

“Yup.”

[kyamiia]

Wolf hybrid! Sanemi x Deer hybrid! reader

cw: mild animalistic traits (little prey & predator dynamics, only when mating), obvious fucking, breeding, size king/ strength difference, deer! reader,

- wolf hybrid! Sanemi who couldnt keep his eyes off you the first time he saw you <3 !!

- the way his ears perked up and his tail rose to attention when he caught sight of you in a crowded night market was comical, like he seen the most bewildering thing in his life.

-there goes ol’ you, talking to some merchant selling some miscellaneous product Sanemi couldn’t care about.

- actively changes his direction to go straight to you.

-nothing is scarier than a 5’10, scar covered, scary looking wolf hybrid approaching them as if he had some serious business with you, your deer ears pressing down on your head instinctively in fear as he approached you.

-surprisingly, he was mildly mannered, talking about how he noticed you, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he held a small conversation with you.

-from that day on Sanemi was smitten, it didnt take long for you and him to get close, going out, he’d visit you when he didnt have a mission, once he even showed up to your front doorstep with your favorite bouquet of flowers, his white tail swishing side to side behind him.

-6 months into the friendship and you both realize you both enjoyed eachothers company more than you both would like to admit . One confession later you were intertwined in a relationship with Sanemi Shinazugawa.

-Sanemi is as passionate in bed as he is with his duties as a Hashira.

- it comes out brash and intense, he puts his 200% in you.

- fucks you like its his last time ever seeing you, your head is tilted back as gasps are constantly coming from your throat

- he bullies his cock inside you as he leaves harsh kisses on the kiss of your exposed neck, he pants along your skin, his hips slapping against yours a the wet erotic, downright pornographic squelching sound fills the little space between you two.

“yeah yeah yeah yeah so good- yer good fer’me”

Sanemi slurs against your skin as he licks the sheen of sweat that stays atop your skin, his powerful hips bucking against yours in clouded abandon, he needs you, you feel so good, so snug around him, the warmth and wetness of your cunt cloud all of his senses as all he can think about is how good you feel around him. He removes his head from the crook of your neck, some strands of his ivory hair sticking to his sweaty skin before his lilac eyes glance down, taking in the sight of how his dick disappears into the plush of your cunt, its so hypnotizing, the way his girth sinks into you with minimal resistance , its like you were made for him.

Without thinking he grips your hips harshly, pulling out of your warm depths before flipping you over onto your stomach which earned him a squeal from you, turning your body to look behind you, deer ears pinned back against your head in confusion, eyebrow furrowing

“Sanemi ?”

your meek voice calls out before he hovers over you, lilac eyes wide and penetrating right into your very soul

“lemme cum in you.”

he growls out as his hand goes to play with your tail, his fingers going through the soft fur as his fingers ghost up your back and between your shoulder blades

“please let me cum in you.. y’feel like heaven.”

Sanemi practically whines, its needy and filled with such longing, his nose presses against your shoulder as he lets out a shuddered breath against your skin, he waits for your answer, not moving an inch unless he’s given a definitive yes or no.

“Sanemi yes- fuck— just fill me up-“

You whine as you arch your back into him, feeling empty at the lack of him being inside you after being so spent, you need him inside, it feels like the only thing that matters at the moment and that the world wont move unless he continues. With your clear answer his hand pushes your upper torso into the bed, its rough, it’s harsh as he presses his dick back inside, slowly easing himself deeper that elicits a sultry moan from you till hes buried at the hilt.

“hold on for me.”

He rasps into your ear before he snaps his hips up, its a snap that makes you audibly gasp, and before you know it hes set his pace but its rougher, like hes trying reach your lungs as his hips snap up frantically like a animal. White ears perked up a all he can focus on is how your ass jiggles with each rough thrust, his other hand snakes its way to the small space between your boulder blades as he pushes you down onto the bed more, using you as leverage to harshly fuck into you.

“oh yeah loook at you- fuck yah- yer so fucin pretty, gonna look all pretty with my cum in you.”

Sanemi babbles fall onto deaf ears as all you can focus on is how his fat tip pushes against your cervi with each thrust, its borderline brutalizing with how he holds you own and hoe he fucks you. the air being knocked out each time he pushes back in

“nemi- s-slow down- m gonna-“

A train couldnt even compare to how hard your orgasm hit, words catching in your throat like an animal in a trap, you bury your face into the mattress beneath you as you let out a high pitched cry, your cunt squeezing and contracting around Sanemi as he pushed inside you one last time, stilling and his hips lightly twitching as he finishes inside you.

hello :3 !!! plz hybrid wolf sanemi has been on the brain and i still don’t feel like i executed it perfectly, if you have any constructive criticism its very much welcome <3 !!