#cw:smut

[badathumanemotions]

Spencer with a breeding/ pregnancy kink...

Like part of it is purely out of wanting to be a father but he can't deny that the thought of Reader having a bump and leaky tits isn't nice either. And once he actually gets her pregnant he's rubbing her belly while he fucks her...

I'm cursed I think

Breeding Season

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Masterlist CW:Smut, Pregnancy, Breeding Kink, Pregnancy Kink, Oral Sex (R rec), Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Lactation, Squirting, Fluff, Dirty Talk. WC: 7,893 (Not Proof Read)

The conversation starts with your legs tangled under a blanket and his fingers tracing slow, absent patterns along your thigh. The TV is on, volume low, playing something you haven’t been following for the past half hour. You’ve been too focused on the feel of him beside you. The way his body settles so easily into yours now, like it was always meant to be here.

You’ve been thinking about it for a while now. Not obsessively. Just in passing moments. When he kisses the top of your head without thinking. When his hand finds your stomach in his sleep. When you catch him lingering in the baby section at the store, gaze flickering over soft yellow onesies and the smallest socks you’ve ever seen.

But you’ve never said it aloud.

Not until now.

“I’ve been thinking about something,” you murmur, voice barely louder than the sound of the narrator on screen.

Spencer hums, warm and content beside you. “Yeah?”

You hesitate, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of the blanket. “It’s not exactly casual.”

That makes him shift, just enough to glance down at you. He searches your face, already alert, already open.

You draw in a breath. “I’ve been thinking about trying. For a baby.”

His expression doesn’t change at first. He just blinks, lips parting slightly like he wants to make sure he’s heard you right. You can see the way the words land in him, all at once. Not light. Not heavy. Just... real.

“You have?” he asks, slowly.

You nod, watching the way his face softens.

He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his hand moves under the blanket, finding your hip, his thumb sliding in slow, thoughtful strokes. There’s no tension in him. Just quiet, thoughtful stillness.

“I didn’t want to bring it up first,” he says finally. “I didn’t want you to feel pressured. But yeah. I’ve thought about it too. A lot.”

There’s a pause. A long one. Not uncomfortable. Just full of everything that doesn’t need to be rushed.

“What do you picture?” you ask.

Spencer’s mouth tilts, not quite a smile. “Everything. You. Me. A house with too many books and not enough shelves. A kid who reads before they’re supposed to. You, laughing in the kitchen. You, holding them. Me, probably panicking over something ridiculous.”

You laugh softly, and his eyes light up at the sound.

“But mostly I just picture you,” he continues. “Pregnant. Glowing. Walking around in a shirt with a bump so obvious it doesn’t matter if I keep my hands to myself or not.”

Your cheeks flush. “You’d be unbearable.”

He dips his head toward you, lips brushing your temple. “Completely.”

The moment settles again. You feel the shift in it, the turn it takes. Not abrupt. Just... natural. Like the moment you decided. Like the moment he did.

“Do you want to?” you ask, already knowing the answer.

“I want everything with you,” he says. “And I want to start now.”

His mouth finds yours slowly, reverently. There’s no urgency in the kiss, no crash of movement. Just his hand slipping to your waist, guiding you to straddle his lap while the blanket falls forgotten to the floor.

You sink into him, knees bracketing his hips, fingers fisting in the soft cotton of his shirt. He kisses you like he’s rediscovering something. Like your mouth has changed and he needs to map it all over again.

You feel his arousal building beneath you, hot and heavy and unhidden. He’s already hard, but he doesn’t grind up into you. Doesn’t rush it. His hands settle at your hips, thumbs grazing the curve of your lower belly, and for the first time, the touch feels like a promise.

“You’re sure?” he asks, pulling back enough to look at you.

You nod. “I want it.”

He lifts your shirt slowly, pressing his lips to your stomach. One kiss, then another, just above the waistband of your pants. “Then we’ll try.”

He kisses you once more, slow and deep, then pulls back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“Come with me,” he whispers.

You nod, breath already unsteady, and let him guide you up from the couch. His hand stays at the small of your back, thumb tracing your spine as he leads you through the quiet apartment and into the bedroom. The light is low, the sheets slightly rumpled from this morning. He doesn't rush to fix anything. He only turns toward you, both hands cupping your face like he needs a moment just to look.

Then he kisses you again, firmer this time, mouth parting yours with soft insistence. His hands drift down to your waist, then lower, until he’s lifting your shirt in one fluid motion and pulling it over your head. Your bra comes next, and when it drops to the floor, his eyes flick to your breasts like they always do. He doesn’t touch yet. Just looks  with something warm and reverent behind his gaze.

His pants and boxers are suddenly gone. Your clothes follow, the final barrier slipping past your thighs before he urges you gently onto the bed.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how perfect you are,” he murmurs.

You reach for him, but he shakes his head, smiling softly. “Let me take care of you.”

You lie back on the bed, and he follows, lowering himself onto the mattress between your thighs. He parts them with his hands, slow and careful, and kisses the inside of your knee. Then again, a little higher. And again, and again, alternating sides as he works up your thighs.

It’s not teasing. Not quite. It’s reverent. Like he’s tasting you one inch at a time, learning your body all over again. Then his mouth is on you.

At first it’s just his tongue, broad and slow, one long stroke through your folds that makes your back arch off the bed. You’re already wet for him, and he groans into you like the taste is everything he’s been craving.

He does it again. And again. Slower. Deeper. His tongue moves in smooth, lazy passes, coaxing your body open with steady, practiced rhythm.

He’s not chasing your orgasm. He’s building it.

His hands stay firm on your thighs, thumbs stroking your skin as he mouths at you with devastating patience. He circles your clit with the very tip of his tongue, featherlight, then presses a little harder, holding there just long enough to make your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you whisper, voice already shaking.

Spencer hums like that’s all the encouragement he needs. He shifts lower, spreading you wider with his hands, then licks into you deeper, his tongue dragging along your entrance, dipping in just enough to make your hips stutter.

He does it again. And again. Alternating pressure, pace, direction. Testing how you respond. Not because he doesn’t know. He does. But because he wants to see all the ways you fall apart for him now.

His nose brushes your clit as he works you over, and the angle makes everything sharper. You moan louder, thighs trembling around his head, and he doesn’t pull away. If anything, he presses closer.

He flattens his tongue and moves it in slow figure eights, then sucks gently at your clit until you’re panting his name into the sheets. One of your hands fumbles for his hair and threads through it, tugging hard when he slides a finger into you.

You gasp, whole body tightening as he curls it inside you, the motion slow and purposeful.

“That’s it,” he says softly, pulling back just enough to speak, voice husky. “Let me make you feel good.”

Then he’s back on your clit, mouth moving in practiced rhythm, his finger thrusting slow and deep inside you. He adds another, stretching you open, filling you until your hips lift off the mattress and your fingers dig into his scalp.

The sounds he makes, low groans, quiet sighs, the wet suck of his mouth, only drive you higher. He’s in no hurry. There’s no rush in his pace. Just endless, deliberate pleasure, wringing every last ounce of tension from your body until it feels like you could break apart from the sensation.

You’re close. You know it. So does he.

Your whole body seizes up as your orgasm hits, hard and fast and total. You cry out, shaking, thighs clamping around his head as waves of heat crash over you. Spencer groans like he’s the one coming, like tasting you like this is too much to bear.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps licking you through it, soft and steady, until you’re twitching, too sensitive, pushing at his shoulders as your body finally starts to come down.

Only then does he lift his head.

His mouth is slick with you, chin wet, cheeks flushed. He kisses your thigh again, slow and soft, then moves up your body with reverent care.

When he reaches your chest, he mouths over your breasts, kisses up your throat until he meets your lips. The look in his eyes is too much. Like he can’t believe he gets to have you like this.

He kisses you gently, slow, deep, letting you taste yourself on his lips, before reaching down between your bodies and wrapping his hand around his cock.

You’re still trembling from his mouth, your thighs slick and parted, body already pliant beneath him. But he doesn’t move to press inside. Not yet. He just lingers there, dragging the head of his cock through your folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in the wetness he pulled from you.

“Look at you,” he breathes, voice thick, reverent. “Dripping for me. And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

You gasp as the tip nudges your clit, the pressure sharp and unexpected. His thumb presses into your hip to keep you still, eyes locked on your face as he drags himself down again, lining up with your entrance but refusing to push forward.

Your breath catches when he dips just barely inside. Not enough to satisfy. Just enough to tease. Your walls flutter around nothing, already clenching with need.

He leans down, mouth brushing your ear, voice so low it’s barely a whisper.

“I’m going to cum so deep in your pussy it won’t have a chance to drip out.”

You whimper as the head catches on your clit, pleasure sparking straight through your core. Spencer doesn’t stop moving. His hips roll hard, letting the underside of his cock rub against you with just enough pressure to make your thighs twitch.

“I need to be inside you,” he pants. “I need to fuck you full.”

You can barely speak, but he doesn’t wait for you to find the words. He watches your face instead, like he’s memorizing every single shift in your expression, every flutter of your lashes and gasp of your mouth.

“I want it,” you breathe. “I want your cum. I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for so long,” he says. “Cumming in you, watching you take it, feeling your pussy milk it out of me like you’re already carrying my baby.”

You gasp as he pushes in just a little more, your walls fluttering in anticipation.

“I can’t wait anymore,” he growls. “You're going to take it, every inch, and you're not going to stop me.”

And then he thrusts forward, not slow, not careful—just one long, rough stroke that seats him deep, all the way to the base, until your hips meet and your back arches off the mattress.

“Fuck,” he breathes, voice low. “You feel so good. So perfect around me.”

He groans again and starts to move, hips snapping forward in sharp, desperate thrusts. The pace is immediate, all restraint gone. He’s fucking you like he needs it. Like he’s been kept from you for too long.

Every stroke is hard, deep, rough in a way that makes your whole body jolt beneath him. Your breasts bounce with each thrust and his eyes are drawn there, dark and hungry.

His voice is wrecked when he speaks again. “You're going to look so fucking good. Breasts full and heavy. Aching for me.”

His hand comes up to your chest, fingers curving under the weight of one breast as it moves with every rough thrust. You cry out, the sound caught between surprise and need, and his groan follows fast, guttural, helpless.

You gasp his name, your hips rocking up to meet him as your hands scramble to grip his shoulders. “Spencer, fuck...”

He thumbs over your nipple, slow and firm, and the sensation makes you jolt. “Yes,” you choke out. “Touch me. Keep touching me.”

He does. He fucks you harder, rougher, like your encouragement only fuels him more.

“You were made for this,” he growls. “For me. For taking my cock. For carrying my child. Fuck—your body’s begging for it.”

You whimper beneath him, legs trembling with the force of his thrusts. “I want it,” you pant. “I want to be full of you. I want you to cum inside me until I can’t hold any more.”

The sound that rips from his throat is something primal. He buries his face against your neck, breath scorching against your skin as his rhythm falters for a second, like he’s close already but fighting it.

“You’re going to be swollen with my child,” he says, voice breaking on it. “You’re going to walk around every day with your pussy full of my cum, knowing exactly what I did to you.”

“God, Spencer.” You clutch at him, pulling him closer, your nails dragging down his back. “Yes. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like you’re going to get me pregnant.”

He lifts your thighs higher, folding you open for him, and the angle makes you cry out loud, stars blinking behind your eyes as he slams into the deepest parts of you.

“That’s it,” he pants, voice shaking. “So tight. You’re squeezing me like you never want me to leave.”

“I don’t,” you moan. “I want you to stay right there, filling me up, until your cum takes.”

His eyes snap open at your words, wide and wild and completely undone. “You say shit like that, and I’m not going to last.”

You meet his gaze through the haze of lust. “Then don’t.”

He groans again, hips stuttering, cock dragging against every aching spot inside you. His thrusts are relentless now, every movement harder, sharper, more desperate.

“I can feel it,” he growls. “Your pussy trying to keep me in. You want this just as bad as I do.”

“More,” you whisper. “I want it more. I want you to fuck me again and again until it sticks. Until I’m pregnant and you still don’t stop.”

His hands clamp tighter on your thighs. He pounds into you like his life depends on it, the rhythm so brutal it rocks the bed under you.

“You’re going to take every drop,” he grits out. “Every last fucking drop until there’s no doubt you’re mine.”

“Yes,” you cry out. “Yes, all of it. I’ll take everything. Just don’t stop.”

His jaw clenches. You feel his body coil like a wire pulled taut, fighting the edge with everything he has.

“Not yet,” he growls. “Not until I feel you cum on my cock. Not until I know you're ready to take it.”

Spencer suddenly pulls out, chest heaving, pupils blown wide as he looks down at your trembling body. His hands move fast, gripping behind your knees and lifting—higher, higher—until your thighs are flush to your chest, your hips tilted up, completely open to him.

You gasp as the change stretches you out. Your breath stutters from the pressure, the exposure, the sheer vulnerability of it. But he’s right there, gaze locked on where your bodies meet, expression wild.

“Stay just like that,” he mutters, climbing back over you, forcing your knees up even tighter. “I want to get so deep in you there’s no doubt.”

He drops his weight forward, pressing you into the mattress. Your legs are trapped between your bodies, spread and pinned, and he uses it. Leverage. Power. He slides back inside with one brutal thrust that punches a moan from your chest.

“Oh my god—Spencer.”

You can barely breathe. The angle is punishing, his cock slamming into you so deep it feels like he’s splitting you open. He groans like it’s the best thing he’s ever felt.

“This is how I’m going to do it,” he pants, each word timed to the roll of his hips. “Just like this. Holding you down. Unable to stop me.”

You whimper, hands scrambling for something to hold onto, but he’s everywhere. His chest presses to yours, his hips grind down relentlessly, the mattress creaks beneath the force of him.

He braces both hands beside your shoulders now, using them for leverage as he starts to fuck you in earnest. Harder. Deeper. Like the thought of getting you pregnant has snapped something loose in him.

He’s not being careful anymore. He’s fucking you with his full weight behind every thrust, each one rougher than the last, forcing soft cries from your throat. The squelch of slick between your legs is obscene, made louder by the slap of his hips hitting your ass over and over.

“I can’t stop,” he growls. “Not when you feel like this. Not when your pussy’s squeezing me so tight.”

“Going to watch your belly grow,” he mutters, breath hot against your throat. “Going to fuck you again while you’re pregnant, when you're already so full of me you can barely take another inch.”

Your head rolls back against the pillow. You're writhing beneath him, thighs trembling, body open and helpless under his relentless pace.

“Say you want it,” he pants, voice wrecked. “Say you want me to breed you.”

“I want it,” you gasp, desperate and breathless beneath him. “I want you to breed me. I want your baby, Spencer.”

His whole body tenses. He stares down at you like he’s never seen anything more perfect. Then he growls—low and primal—and fucks into you with renewed force.

“That’s right,” he pants. “Say it again. Say who’s going to put a baby in you.”

“You,” you moan. “You are. You’re going to make me pregnant.”

A guttural sound rips from his chest. His hips snap forward, burying his cock to the hilt, then he does it again, over and over, his thrusts harder, sharper, more demanding. He’s rutting into you like he’s trying to etch the shape of himself into your body.

You whimper beneath him, dizzy from the stretch and the speed, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the room like it’s the only thing that exists.

“I’m going to watch you swell with my child,” he snarls against your throat. “I’m going to fuck you until I know it’s taken. And then I’m going to do it again.”

He presses one hand to your lower belly, just above where he’s driving into you. The other stays braced at the headboard, keeping you pinned.

“You’re going to walk around with my baby inside you,” he grits out. “Every time someone looks at you, they’ll know I did this. I bred you. I filled you up and made you mine.”

Your breath shudders in your throat. Every word hits somewhere deep in your chest. He’s inside you like he belongs there, like there’s nowhere else he’s ever needed to be.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you want to carry my child.”

“I want it,” you gasp. “I want to be pregnant. I want everyone to know I’m yours.”

He lets out a noise that’s half groan, half curse, and his rhythm stutters for a second. Then he picks it back up, harder than ever. Each thrust is like a claim being driven into your body.

“I’m going to fill you up with cum over and over,” he snarls, “until I know you’re pregnant. Until your belly’s round with my child. Until you can’t take any more.”

His voice is breaking now, wrecked with need, with possession, with pride.

“You’re going to be swollen with my child. Mine. You understand?”

“Yes,” you whimper, breath catching on the word. “Yours. I want to be yours.”

Your voice snaps the last thread of control inside him. His thrusts go ragged, pace faltering as his whole body begins to tighten above you.

“Then take it,” Spencer groans, voice low and ruined. “Take everything I give you.”

His hips move faster, slamming into you with deep, bruising force, over and over, dragging you right to the edge. His hand tightens on your waist like he’s anchoring himself, his eyes locked on where your bodies meet.

“I can feel how badly you want it,” he rasps. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight. She’s begging for it. Begging to be knocked up.”

You sob something between a moan and his name, fingernails biting into the flex of his forearm as your hips jerk up to meet his every brutal thrust.

He leans in close, lips brushing your ear. “You’re going to look so fucking beautiful with my baby inside you. Soft and glowing. You won’t even be able to hide it.”

You whimper, completely undone beneath him.

“I’m going to keep you like that,” he snarls, slamming into you. “Barefoot and pregnant. Let the whole world see what I’ve done to you.”

He pulls almost all the way out, cock gleaming with slick, then drives back in with a vicious snap of his hips that knocks the breath out of you. His body covers yours, sweat slick and burning hot, every inch of him focused on the act of claiming, of making you his in the most permanent way possible.

“You think I’ll stop once you’re pregnant?” he pants. “Fuck no. I’ll fuck you while you’re swollen. While your tits are leaking. While our baby’s growing inside you. Because you’re mine. Every part of you.”

Then he slams in once, deep and final, his whole body locking above you as his cock throbs inside you. You feel the first pulse of it, hot and thick, and his mouth drops open in a groan so desperate it borders on worship.

“Fuck,” he chokes out. “Fuck, take it. Take all of it. That’s my baby in you. Mine.”

He doesn’t stop moving. Even as he cums, he keeps grinding his hips in short, dragging rolls, making sure you don’t miss a drop. You can feel him emptying into you, thick and endless, the pressure of it sending heat spiralling through your gut.

But he’s not done.

His grip shifts, and he starts thrusting again. Slower now, but deeper. Focused. Intent.

“I’m not stopping,” he says, voice wrecked but steady. “Not until you cum. Not until I feel your pussy squeezing my cock, greedily taking every drop.”

You cry out, body shuddering beneath him. He reaches down and rubs your clit in tight circles, fingers slick from where you’ve soaked him.

“You need to cum,” he whispers, thrusting harder again. “You need to cum with my seed still leaking into you. Let it take. Let your body catch.”

You’re so close it hurts. Your hips jerk up, meeting his strokes, and he keeps talking, keeps driving it deeper.

It tears through you. The orgasm hits with brutal intensity, ripping the breath from your lungs as your back arches and your walls clamp down hard around him.

You sob his name, trembling uncontrollably as waves of pleasure crash through you, your cunt fluttering around his cock like your body is trying to milk him again.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, holding deep inside you, arms shaking. “That’s it. That’s what I needed. Make sure it takes.”

You’re gasping, dizzy, overwhelmed, his body heavy over yours as the aftershocks keep rolling.

He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t move. Just presses his hand to your lower belly again, stroking softly.

“Mine,” he whispers. “All of you.”

And you are. Marked, filled, claimed in every possible way.

At thirty week your belly is round, unmistakable beneath everything you wear, full with the child you made together. Your breasts ache with weight and change. Your back hurts more often than not. And Spencer still looks at you like he’s seeing a miracle.

He’s on his knees at the edge of the bed, mouth pressed reverently to the swell of your stomach, like he can’t help himself. Like he never could.

He’s been like this the whole time. Touching. Kissing. Talking to the baby whenever he thinks you’re asleep. And fucking you as often as he can manage without making you too sore.

“You’re so full,” he murmurs against your skin. “So fucking full of me.”

His hands spread wide across the sides of your bump, fingertips brushing where he knows your skin is the most sensitive now. He’s mapped it all. Counted the stretch marks as they appear, tracked your symptoms like a research project he never wants to finish.

“Thirty weeks,” he says, kissing the top curve of your belly. “And every time I see you, it’s more real. Our baby. Inside you. Growing because I put them there.”

You stroke his hair, thumb brushing along his hairline. He looks up at you like he might cum from nothing more than the sight of you above him like this. Hair messy. T-shirt stretched tight over your breasts.

He glances up, already dazed, already lost in you. “Let me make you feel good.”

You reach for him before he can slide lower, your fingers curling in the front of his shirt.

“Don’t,” you whisper, breath already unsteady. “I need you inside me.”

He pauses, lips hovering just above your belly, blinking up at you.

“I was going to eat you out,” he says, voice low, reverent. “I wanted to take my time. Taste how sweet you are when you’re like this.”

You groan softly and tug harder at his shirt, desperate now. “I don’t need your mouth right now, Spencer. I’ve been soaked all day. I can’t wait. I just want your cock.”

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Is it the hormones again?”

You nod, tugging him closer, voice nearly a whimper. “They’re out of control. I feel it everywhere. My nipples are aching. My cunt’s throbbing. I just need you.”

His hands slide up your thighs, pushing your knees apart with careful urgency. “You want me to fuck you like this? While you’re heavy with my baby?”

You moan just from the sound of it. “Yes. Please, Spencer.”

His breath shudders out of him. You see the restraint break in his face, feel the hunger snap loose in his body.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Okay. Okay.”

He moves quickly, sitting up on his knees to strip off his shirt, tossing it to the floor without a glance. Then he’s reaching for you, hands moving with focused urgency. He helps you sit up just enough to peel off your own shirt, then your bra, until your breasts are bared and heavy between you. The moment they’re free, his hands are on them.

He groans, low and aching, as he cups them fully in his palms. His thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp at how sensitive they’ve become.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “Full and swollen. Fuck, you're so beautiful like this. Every inch of you changed because of me.”

You moan at the sound of his voice, at the heat behind his words. He leans in to kiss you, slow and deep, hands still working over your breasts until your nipples tighten under his touch.

Then he pulls back, gaze sliding down your body. You watch the way he looks at you, the awe in his eyes, the greedy drag of his stare over every new curve, every stretch of skin pulled tight over your bump.

“I want to see all of you,” he says, voice rough with need.

He helps you out of the rest of your clothes, then stands to shove his own pants and briefs off in one motion. His cock is flushed and leaking, already so hard it juts up against his stomach. You’re bare now, both of you, and the way he looks at you makes your whole body ache.

Spencer steps closer, eyes fixed on your belly, your breasts, the slick heat waiting for him between your legs. His hands return to your hips, slow and reverent as he leans down to kiss you again, this time rougher, hotter, full of need.

Then he pulls back slightly, breath catching as he looks over your body again.

“Come here,” he murmurs.

He hooks his hands under your knees and shifts you downward, guiding you closer to the edge of the bed. His touch is careful, practiced, already knowing exactly where to hold and how much to lift to avoid strain. His gaze flicks to your face every few seconds, checking for any sign of discomfort.

Once you’re positioned just right, he straightens up, running one hand from your thigh to your stomach. His palm lingers there, slow and warm.

“I like the challenge,” he says, smirking as he presses a kiss to the inside of your knee. “I’ve liked figuring out every way I can still fuck you like this. How to keep you full, even when your body’s already carrying everything I’ve given you.”

You shudder, the heat between your legs going molten. “Then stop talking and do it.”

Spencer growls under his breath, fingers digging into your thighs as he steps between them. His cock bobs against his stomach, flushed and throbbing, the head already slick. He strokes it once, twice, then lines himself up with your entrance.

“You’re really ready for me?” he murmurs, eyes flicking up to yours.

Your response is a broken sound, hands grabbing at the sheets. “Don’t make me beg.”

“I like when you beg,” he says, voice tight. “But not tonight.”

He presses forward slowly, thick and hot, your walls stretching to take him. The fullness makes you gasp, and he groans, sinking in until he’s seated completely.

You moan and roll your hips up.

“I need more, Spencer. Please. Don’t hold back.”

He looks down at you, sweat beading at his temple, lips parted.

“You want me to fuck you like you’re not pregnant?”

“I want you to fuck me like I’m yours,” you say. “Like I’ll break if you stop.”

His next thrust is sharper. He’s not careful anymore.

He starts to give you exactly what you asked for.

Spencer’s next thrust is brutal. Deep. His hips slam into yours hard enough to jolt you up the bed an inch, and you gasp, loud and wrecked, your whole body trembling from the force of it.

“Oh my god,” you choke out, already shaking beneath him.

He groans like the sound fuels him, like it sinks into his bloodstream and drags his restraint out by the root. He pulls back and does it again, another punishing thrust that knocks the breath from your lungs.

“You’re dripping,” he snarls, voice low and harsh. “So fucking wet for me.”

You are. You can feel it, slick coating your thighs, your heat clutching at him with every motion. You’re soaked, flushed, oversensitive in the way only late pregnancy and surging hormones can bring. Every inch of your skin feels electric. Every thrust sends sparks ricocheting through you.

“Spencer,” you moan, hands scrambling to grab his forearms, his waist, anywhere you can anchor yourself. “More. Fuck, I need it.”

His hands slide to the backs of your knees and shove them higher, angling your hips up. It’s rough, but you welcome it, arching into him, hips already moving to meet his with frantic rhythm.

“I’m not going to stop,” he pants. “You don’t get to ask and not take it.”

And then he’s fucking you. Truly fucking you. Fast, hard, relentless.

Each thrust is sharp, perfectly aimed. The bed creaks with the pace, your breasts bouncing with every motion, and his eyes flick down, hungry and wild.

Your whole body is alive. The pressure is unbearable. Perfect. Every drag of his cock along your walls makes your stomach flip, makes your head spin, makes your body scream for more.

“I can feel you,” you whimper, nails dragging down his back. “I feel everything.”

“I know,” he growls. “That’s what you wanted. To feel it. All of it.”

You nod, too overwhelmed for words, and he rewards you with another brutal slam of his hips that makes your toes curl.

“You’re mine,” he hisses. “All of this. Mine. My perfect pregnant girl. Needy and wet and so fucking full for me.”

His pace doesn’t falter. It quickens, hips snapping forward like he’s chasing something, like he needs to bury himself so deep in you you’ll never be empty again.

Spencer’s rhythm doesn’t falter, but his attention shifts, gaze catching on the way your breasts bounce with every thrust. Heavy, full, flushed at the tips. He groans low in his chest, his mouth going slack for a second as he watches them move.

“Fuck,” he breathes. “Look at them.”

His hands leave your hips without warning, greedy and reverent at once as they come up to cup your breasts. His fingers sink into the soft, swollen weight of them, thumbs brushing over your nipples.

You cry out at the contact, back arching. The sensitivity is unbearable. Your whole body is on fire.

“Can’t keep my hands off you,” he growls, squeezing tighter. “So full. So heavy. You look like you’re already nursing.”

Then you leak.

A bead wells at one nipple, then another, and Spencer chokes on a groan like it hits him physically. His hips stutter for the first time since he started fucking you, the vision of it knocking the wind from his lungs.

“Jesus Christ.”

He squeezes again, just enough to draw another slow drop, and it breaks him.

“That’s because of me,” he rasps. “Because I bred you. Body preparing our child. And you’re still letting me fuck you like this.”

You whimper under him, clenching tight around his cock as he rocks forward again, harder now, completely unravelling.

“Perfect fucking woman,” he mutters, eyes locked on your chest, fingers wet with what he’s drawn from you. “You were made for this. For me.”

Your thighs shake. You’re dizzy with it. Every nerve, every pulse, is tuned to the drag of his cock and the possessive weight of his touch on your breasts.

His hands return to your hips for a moment, grip bruising as he pounds into you hard enough to rock the bed. Then one slips up again, greedy and familiar, until it’s splayed wide across your belly.

He groans when he touches it, like the contact is too much, like it short-circuits something in his brain.

“I can’t stop touching you,” he pants, hand stroking slow over the tight curve of your stomach. “You’re carrying my baby. I did this to you. And it makes me want you even more.”

He leans down, weight braced on one elbow, palm still warm on your belly, thrusts still hard and fast and ruthless.

“I should be ashamed of how much this turns me on,” he breathes. “But I’m not. Not when you look like this. Not when I know it’s my child growing inside you.”

You gasp at the words, at the heat of his body against yours, at the fingers pressing just a little firmer into the taut skin of your bump.

“You’re perfect,” he says again, like he can’t stop repeating it. “Big and glowing and already leaking. Your body’s changing for our baby and I can’t fucking get enough.”

He rocks forward again, and you moan louder, helpless beneath him.

“You should see yourself,” he growls. “Stretched and full, taking my cock like you were made for it. Breasts so swollen you’re leaking for me. My baby growing inside you. Every single thing about you right now is driving me out of my fucking mind.”

You shudder under him, eyes fluttering shut. The angle, the pressure, the filth in his voice—it’s all too much.

“I want you like this forever,” he whispers, voice ragged with need. “Pregnant. Full. Fucking glowing. And every time I fill you up, I’ll know it’s mine.”

His hand doesn’t leave your belly. It anchors him there, dragging across your skin every time he thrusts, like he needs the reminder. Like he still can’t believe it.

He doesn’t ease up. If anything, the way your belly presses against his hand seems to set something off in him.

He thrusts harder, deeper, until your body jolts with every movement and your fingers twist in the sheets just to keep yourself grounded. The slick, obscene sound of it fills the room. You’re soaked, drenched around him, and he fucks through it like he never wants to stop.

“God, listen to you,” he groans. “So wet for me. You can’t help it, can you?”

You try to answer, but it comes out as a moan. Everything’s too much. The stretch. The heat. The friction. His hand dragging down again to your hip so he can pull you harder into every thrust. He hits deep, again and again, dragging against places inside you that feel newly sensitive. Like your whole body has changed to crave this more.

He looks down at you and groans low in his chest.

“Your tits,” he pants. “I can’t stop staring. I think about them every time I close my eyes.”

His hands are on them before you can speak. He leans up just enough to cup them both, thumbs brushing over your nipples, then squeezing harder. You cry out, hips bucking into his just as your left nipple leaks a warm, sticky line down the curve of your breast.

He groans, rough and hungry, like the sight knocks the air right out of him.

“Fuck, that’s it. That’s what I want. So swollen. So ready.”

He lowers his mouth and laps at the spill of milk, licking it from your skin with a low, reverent sound. His hips don’t stop moving. His cock drives into you in a punishing rhythm while his mouth worships your breast like he can’t decide which part of you he wants more.

You feel his cock twitch deep inside you as he groans again, sucking harder.

“Spencer,” you gasp, trying to hold onto something, anything, but all you can feel is his tongue on your breast and his cock pounding into you like he’s trying to break you.

He lifts his head, lips slick, and looks down at you like you’re the only thing in the world that makes sense.

“You were made to carry my baby,” he growls. “Made to be fucked like this. Big and pregnant and dripping for me.”

He thrusts deeper, angling up so you feel every inch drag inside of you. Your thighs tremble from the force of it.

“Every time you walk into the room,” he pants, “I get hard just looking at you. Just knowing what I did. What you’re carrying. My baby. My cum. My fucking claim.”

His hand returns to your belly, spreading wide across the swell like he can feel the future inside it.

“I can’t stop wanting you like this,” he says. “I don’t want to stop.”

Your walls clench hard around him. Your body is singing with it now, pulsing and slick and desperate.

And he’s still going. Still thrusting. Still holding onto your belly like it’s the most sacred thing in the world.

Spencer’s rhythm is unrelenting now, hips slamming into yours with an urgency that borders on feral. The headboard knocks against the wall in time with every thrust, but neither of you notices, too lost in the chaos of slick skin and broken breath.

You're soaked. The sheets beneath you are damp with it, the mess of your arousal smeared between your thighs, all over him, everywhere. His cock slides through it with ease, every stroke deep and devastating, hitting the spots that make you gasp and twitch and sob for more.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, his voice unravelling with each word. “You feel so good. I’m not gonna last if you keep squeezing me like that.”

“I can’t help it,” you gasp, hips jerking up to meet his every thrust. “You feel too good, Spencer, I can’t—”

You break off on a whimper as he angles just right and your whole body lights up. Your legs kick uselessly at the sheets. He doesn’t let up. He’s not giving you time to adjust. He wants you ruined, wants you shaking, wants you right there on the edge.

“You’re going to cum,” he pants, mouth dragging across your cheek. “I can feel it. You’re close. So fucking close.”

His hand slides between your bodies and finds your clit, swollen and slick. The second he touches you, your spine arches like a bow. He circles it fast, tight, his hips never missing a beat.

“Oh my god,” you cry, voice broken and high. “Spencer, please—”

“You’re going to cum so fucking hard,” he growls. “You’re going to soak my cock while I fill you up again. Your pussy’s going to drag every drop from me like it never wants to let go.”

Your muscles are locking, tightening. Every nerve is stretched thin. Your breath comes in ragged gasps as your climax coils hotter and tighter inside you.

He leans down, mouth brushing your ear.

“Hold it,” he growls. “I want to feel you cum the second I do. I want you to milk every drop of my cum into that perfect, pregnant body.”

You sob his name, head tossing side to side on the pillow. You’re right there. Teetering. Shaking. One more thrust, one more stroke of his fingers and you’ll fall apart completely.

Your whole body is wound tight, every nerve a live wire. Spencer is relentless, hips snapping forward with deep, claiming thrusts while his fingers circle your clit in firm, precise strokes. You’re soaked, everything slick and hot, his cock dragging perfectly through you each time he plunges back in.

He’s panting above you, flushed and wild-eyed, watching your face like it’s the only thing keeping him tethered.

“You’re going to cum,” he grits out. “I can feel it. Right there, aren’t you?”

You gasp, unable to speak. Your back arches, spine bowing up from the bed as heat coils low and tight in your belly. The pressure is unbearable.

“Come on,” he growls, voice ragged. “I want to feel it. I want to see you make a mess all over my cock.”

You cry out when he presses harder against your clit, his thumb unrelenting as his pace picks up, sharp and punishing. The tension breaks in an instant. You don’t just cum — you rupture. Your orgasm rips through you with a raw, helpless sob.

The pressure releases in a sudden rush and you squirt hard, liquid gushing out of you in pulses you can’t control, soaking your thighs, his cock, the sheets. Your legs tremble violently as your body writhes beneath him.

Spencer groans loud and long, like it’s been punched out of his chest. “Oh my god. You’re squirting. Fuck, you’re squirting for me.”

He pulls back just enough to look between your bodies and watches, utterly mesmerized, as another gush spills out around the thick base of his cock. “Jesus Christ,” he breathes, gripping your hips like he’ll break apart if he doesn’t anchor himself. “You’re drenching me.”

Your voice is nearly gone. “Spence—”

His gaze snaps up to your face, and whatever he sees there pushes him over the edge. He buries himself deep and stays there, cock twitching inside you as he cums hard. Thick ropes of it flood your cunt, hot and heavy, and he groans through clenched teeth.

“That’s it,” he pants, barely able to speak. “Take it. All of it. You deserve every drop.”

His hips jerk again, slower now, grinding into you like he wants to leave it as deep as it can possibly go.

Your body is still pulsing, oversensitive and spent, but he doesn’t pull out. He stays there, thick and buried and full of everything he’s just given you. One hand slides up to your belly, warm and reverent.

“I made you do that,” he says softly, like he can’t believe it. “You squirted because of me.”

You can’t even speak. You just pull him down into a kiss, still shaking with aftershocks, still stretched and filled to the brim with him.

The room is quiet except for your breathing, both of you still catching it in fits and starts. Spencer hasn’t moved. He’s still inside you, still buried deep, and his body is draped over yours like he doesn’t trust himself to pull away yet.

Your skin is slick with sweat, your thighs trembling, your muscles aching in the best way. Your breasts are sore, your stomach taut and flushed, and you feel him everywhere. In the heat between your legs, in the stretch of your body, in the fullness that’s somehow even heavier now.

He nuzzles into your neck with a soft groan, one hand sliding slowly down your side until it settles over your belly again. His palm is warm, wide, stilling as he feels the rise and fall of your breath beneath it.

“You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs, voice quiet, almost reverent. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over this. Over you.”

You hum, eyes fluttering shut. “You’d better not.”

His laugh is quiet, more breath than sound. “I mean it. Everything about you. Your body. What it’s doing. What we made.”

His thumb strokes your skin gently. His other hand smooths over your hip, grounding you. You’re soaked between your thighs and still stretched around him, but there’s no rush to move. His cock softens slowly inside you, and you swear he’d stay like this forever if he could.

You turn your head to press your lips to his temple. “Did I really squirt?”

He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes. There’s awe there. Still.

“Like your body couldn’t hold back from me even if it tried.”

You laugh, quiet and spent, and he kisses the corner of your mouth. Then your cheek. Then your jaw.

“Don’t get smug,” you warn, not even trying to sound convincing.

“I’m not smug,” he whispers. “I’m obsessed.”

You feel the weight of his hand over your belly again. He closes his eyes for a moment, like he’s feeling for something, even if the baby hasn’t moved. Like he just wants to connect.

“We really made a person,” you say softly. “They’re real.”

He nods. “They’re ours.”

Neither of you speak for a while. You just lie there, tangled together, soaked and wrecked and content. Eventually, he shifts to clean you up, slow and careful, murmuring little apologies when you wince. He kisses your thigh, your stomach, your breast, before pulling the blanket over both of you and curling in close again.

One hand rests on your belly. The other slips beneath your neck to cradle you closer.

You fall asleep like that. Full. Claimed. Loved.

[vaginalvr]

Hello😈‼️‼️ I’m back again because you did so good with the overstimulation request and I’m greedy ASF (and now a little addicted to your writing.)

Could you write something about Spencer getting really needy, maybe after he has his first time with reader and he just becomes really clingy but unsure how to ask for what he wants. Something like that, with really whiny sex after because I’m naught but a whore. Sending love!!!!

a/n I fear whiny spencer is becoming my niche... enjoy!

cw:smut, clingy!Spencer, whiny!Spencer, first time aftermath, needy sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, soft dom/sub dynamic, mutual pleasure, emotional vulnerability, praise kink, creampie

You noticed it the morning after.

At first, it was sweet — how Spencer curled around you in bed, still naked under the sheets, his long fingers tracing lazy shapes on your back. You’d expected some awkwardness, maybe a rush to dress or distance himself. After all, it had been his first time — and he'd whispered that into your neck last night with such raw honesty it had made you feel dizzy. You hadn’t rushed him. Hadn’t teased or laughed. You’d just held him, letting him explore, guiding him gently until his head dropped onto your shoulder and he came with the softest, desperate whine.

But now?

He couldn’t stop touching you.

His hands were on your waist while you brewed coffee, trailing up your sides like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. When you sat down on the couch, he followed — practically draped over your back, nosing into your hair. And his eyes? Wide and dark and fixed on you like he was starving and you were the meal.

You turned toward him with a gentle smile. “Spence?”

He blinked, face flushed. “Sorry—I just. Um.” His voice dropped to a whisper. “I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Your stomach flipped.

“About last night?” you asked softly.

He nodded, pink creeping across his neck. “It was—so much. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I—I want—” He cut himself off, visibly flustered, fingers curling in his lap.

You leaned closer, letting your hand brush his knee. “What do you want, Spencer?”

He made a soft, helpless sound. “I don’t know how to ask for it. But I feel… I need something. I feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin if I don’t get it.”

Oh.

You watched his breathing pick up. His eyes dropped to your mouth, then your chest, and back again. He looked overwhelmed — needy and frustrated and embarrassed by it all.

“Do you want me to help you feel good again?” you whispered.

His head bobbed quickly, curls falling into his eyes. “Yes. Please.”

Back in your bedroom, you coaxed him onto the mattress, watching the way he writhed just from kissing. He kissed like a man who couldn’t get enough — open-mouthed, panting, greedy. When you palmed him through his boxers, he moaned loud enough to make your thighs clench.

“Is this what you needed?” you murmured against his lips. “To be touched like this again?”

“Y-Yes,” he gasped, hips bucking into your hand. “God, I—It’s worse than before, I feel like I’m on fire, I can’t—”

“Shh, baby.” You slipped your hand inside his waistband and wrapped around his cock. He whined — high-pitched and raw, legs trembling beneath you. “You don’t have to do anything, Spencer. Just let me take care of you.”

He looked up at you like you’d hung the stars.

You had him naked and beneath you in minutes, trembling and flushed, his thighs already shaking before you’d even sunk down onto him. He gasped — arms shooting up to grab your waist, eyes squeezing shut as he twitched inside you.

“Oh—fuck—” His voice cracked on the curse. “You feel so good, I can’t—how did I live without this—?”

You smiled as you slowly rocked your hips, keeping your pace torturously slow.

“You were so patient, Spence. Waiting all this time.” You leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “And now you don’t have to wait anymore. I’ll let you have it anytime you want.”

He whimpered. “I-I don’t know what to do with myself, I need you all the time now, it’s like I’m addicted—”

“You are,” you cooed, grinding harder now, just to hear him moan. “You’re addicted to my pussy, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yes—oh fuck yes—” His back arched, hands gripping you tight. “Please don’t stop, please don’t ever stop—”

You kissed down his neck, letting your teeth scrape his collarbone. “You want to come inside me again? Fill me up like last time?”

He sobbed, nodding frantically. “Please, please—I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—”

His desperation was delicious.

You rode him harder, watching him fall apart beneath you. Every time your hips met, his thighs jerked, cock twitching helplessly inside you, lips parted in breathless moans. He looked wrecked — sweat dampening his curls, cheeks flushed, mouth trembling from how overwhelmed he was.

“Touch yourself,” you whispered. “Get yourself there.”

He obeyed instantly — hand flying to where your bodies met, rubbing frantic little circles against his cock with an embarrassing, choked moan.

“Oh my god—oh my god—I’m gonna come—I can’t—oh fuck—”

You pressed down hard, grinding your clit against him as you felt him swell inside you.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Fill me up.”

Spencer wailed, the sound punching out of him like a sob, cock jerking inside you as he spilled deep with hot, needy pulses. His whole body trembled under yours, hands gripping your hips like he might float away if he didn’t hold on.

You kept moving until he was whimpering — not from pleasure now, but overstimulation. His hands fluttered against your skin like he couldn’t decide whether to pull you closer or push you away.

“S-Stop—too much—feels so good but—”

You finally stilled, breathing hard as you sank down on his softening cock. He was still panting, eyes glassy and wide, like he couldn’t believe he survived it.

You brushed the hair from his damp forehead.

“You okay, Spence?”

He nodded weakly. “I… don’t think I’ll ever be okay again.”

You laughed gently. “I think you’re just dick-drunk, baby.”

He pulled you down to his chest, arms locking around you tight like a security blanket. “I don’t care. I just want you. Forever.”

You kissed his neck, grinning.

“Forever sounds good.”

[druidwolf21]

Pushing buttons

Vulkan/F reader

Everyone's had that one moment where you just reeeeeeaallly wanna annoy your partner, right?

Trying to write more because I have really fallen off because apparently stressed brains do that and don't just get it together????? At the moment and writing is hard but I love you guys and I hope you enjoy this! And I WILL try to write more.

Love you all ❤️❤️

Cw:SMUT, predator/prey play dynamic, vulkans a tiinnyy bit mean

Tags: @beckyninja @moodymisty @thisuserislilsilly @jaghatai-khock @echo-of-damnation @laura-naruto-fan1998 @lemon-russ @cosmic-cryptid-from-beyond @astrohymn @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @incrediblethirst

"so you're telling me you actually hunted dragons?"

Vulkan paused, his hammer hovering above the glowing heat of the forge.

"Firedrakes, but yes"

You watched as his hammer hit the glowing metal. Hot sparks flying from the glowing ore, dancing lazily in the night are before drifting to the ground with a soft hiss.

You perched on an iron worktop behind the primarch as you watched him work, feeling the cool obsidian chill your exposed flesh through the thigh high slit of your viridian evening dress as the heat from the pulsing flames warmed your face. Shadows danced across the ashen floor of the outdoor workshops as Vulkans hammered rose and fell with a resounding clang clang clang.

His face was calm as he watched the way the smelted iron oxidised in the cool night air. His ruby eyes found yours and a smile grew across his face, happy in his element as he turned back to the forge.

You smiled back, enjoying his contentment as you watched him.

Except-

There was that little voice in the back of your head desperate to rile him up. He was so relaxed right now, but that awful, childish voice just wanted to press him.

"oh, I see"

His eyes darted to you as you spoke, holding you captive under their crimson glow as his brow furrowed at your tone.

You smothered a grin as you sighed again, feigning disinterest as you picked at a loose thread on your dress, teasing the emerald strand loose before discarding it to the gentle wind.

"well, that just seems less exciting than a dragon y'know?" You kicked your legs idly, casting a bored glance around the forge. "Not as much of a challenge, they're not particularly smart"

Vulkans hard stare burned into you as you refused to meet his eye. Huffing, he cast his hammer aside and doused the forge. Steam enveloped the shack, engulfing your vision and shrouding the primarch's frame.

"Not a challenge?"

Vulkan moved silently through the steam, his shadow warped by the vapor as he stepped back and vanished from your sight.

"what would you propose I hunt instead?"

You jumped at his voice. Suddenly behind you, his mouth brushed against your ear as he spoke, tickling the exposed skin of your neck with each breath.

Muscled chest flush to your back, his hands lay flat against the worktop either side of your hips as warm lips moved down your neck, feather light kisses raising goosebumps with each touch.

"something smarter, perhaps"

His hand ghosted across your arm and you leant into his warmth, whining as he pulled back and vanished into the steam again.

"something like... You?"

A breath caught in your throat as vivid scarlet eyes leered at you through the gloom. Slipping from the counter you landed softly and stepped towards the open door as he tracked each movement. His head cocked to the side as you flashed him a sly smile, edging closer to the door.

"Think you can catch me, my lord?"

He took a step forward, the lingering vapor dissipating as he emerged from the mist.

"what do I get if I do?"

"me"

Vulkan paused, head slightly tilted in amusement as he studied you.

"you'd better run then, little rabbit, you've got 20 minutes"

You bolted through the door, heart hammering in your chest as you barreled into the dark. The subterranean city was quiet as you pounded down the wide streets, devoid of movement save for the gentle pulse of promethium lanterns hung in alcoves and flickering in the windows of the homes hewn from the rock and earth. The few people you passed as you tore past through the housing district kept their eyes fixed to the floor as they hurried home. Those brave or foolish enough to eek out a living on nocturne knew better than to venture out into the dark.

You ran until your chest ached and your breaths left you in ragged gasps, weaving through dark paths and darker allies. The scent of sulphur and ash hung thick in the air and burned your lungs as you staggered to a stop, leaning against the coarse wall as you wheezed. The satin soft fabric of your dress clung to your calves, slowing you down and constricting your legs. With a hiss, you gripped the material and wretched it upwards, tearing the iridescent silk free and opening both sides of the dress. Shaking life back into your legs and still gasping for air you staggered upright, sheltering in the shadows as you glanced about.

The residential district has been left far behind as you huddled beside an enormous building. Carved of obsidian stone and reinforced with ashen steel, four warehouses and hangers encircled a large open space. The blunt corrugated nose of an emerald thunder hawk peeked from the open doors of one of the hangers as a servitor dragged a rag across a foot support. The groaning of a heavy door jerked your heart into your throat as the walls of the warehouse vibrated beneath your hand. A lone salamander emerged, meters from your hiding place as he began dragging the metal shut again. Resplendent in verdant greens against the blackened wall he paused, glancing in your direction before smiling.

"A midnight stroll, my lady?"

You stepped forward, smirking up at the giant as he released the door and placed a heavy hand on his hip, eyes trailing down to the new ragged slit in your dress, exposing both thighs to the humid air before returning to your face with a quizzical look.

"something like that. A little hide and seek, if you will"

He nodded, looking behind you before tossing a wave over his shoulder as he strolled away.

"Enjoy your evening, my lady. I fear duty calls me elsewhere, but I would advise you not linger if you want to win"

You spun at his words, scanning the gloom as you stepped back towards the cracked door. Cursing your sight as you failed to spot the predator you could feel nipping at your heels. With a last fleeting glance, you slid into the warehouse.

The inside was black, rendering you blind if not for the small crack of light seeping between the gap in the doorframe illuminating a small thin stretch of concrete floor before surrendering to the shadows. Swearing under your breath you stepped softly forward, arms stretched out in front of you as you flailed around. The silence surrounded you like a blanket, broken only by the scuffing of soft shoes and your shuddering breaths.

Creeeaaakk

You panicked at the sound, adrenaline pounding through your veins as you spun, looking for that tiny fracture of light from the exit.

Gone.

The door has slid shut leaving you in total darkness. As the hairs on your neck rose and your blood thundered round your body every instinct in your body screamed at you to run.

It's just a game

RUN

It's only vulkan

PREDATOR

"found you, little rabbit"

A strangled cry ripped from your throat as a large hand grasped your wrist and pulled you back, pushing you against a wall. You could feel his body, but in pitch blackness, your eyes failed to see what you knew was inches from you.

"I thought you were supposed to be more of a challenge" vulkan mused, one hand pinning your wrists above your head as the other trailed up your thigh.

"you scared the shit out of me"

He chuckled, hot breath fanning against your cheek as he leant and pressed a kiss to your neck. His hand slid up, gripping the fat of your rear before sliding back to your waist.

"I think you liked it though"

It wasn't a question. His hand trailed down, pausing at the tear in the fabric before slipping under your dress. He pressed a finger against your core, humming as he found you wet and quivering before he slid his finger through your slick, pressing his thumb against your clit.

"I think you like being caught"

Your hips bucked as he slid inside you, curling against that sweet spot he new made you cry and his thumb traced circles. He pulled his digit out, relishing how your legs trembled as he slowly slid back in, over and over. Your soft moans spurring him on.

"listen to how much you liked it"

You turned your head away, ignoring the wet noises as you tried to squeeze your thighs together. His hand left your wrists and jumped to your legs, holding your thighs apart as he pulled his fingers from your wet cunt. You moaned as he pulled away, only to grasp outwards to anything you could find as his tongue replaced it.

"vul-kan"

It was too much, the fear was still flooding your body, the feeling of his tongue lapping at your clit, circling, flicking. Your heart couldn't take it, your body shook as you reached a high you'd never seen. clawing at the wall behind you and the primarch's calloused hands you ground against his face chasing it closer and closer to edge.

"throne, I'm gonna-"

Suddenly your body went limp, falling to the floor as his grip vanished. You choked a sob back as your orgasm retreated, uncoiling the knot that had been so close to snapping in relief. On your hands and knees, tears pricked your eyes as, dazed, you looked around, peering through teary vision into the twilight for your partner.

"Vulkan?" You whined, clambering to your feet "what the-"

"I'm not done with you yet"

You spun, staggering forward as you searched for the source of his voice, laced with humor and something more.

"what?"

"you still have five minutes"

You baulked, sprinting full speed towards what you hoped, was the exit, hands splayed in front of you as to ran blindly. You could hear the primarch's laughter, watching you with his perfect vision as you fumbled in the dark. Something primal had awoken in him and the mixture of fear and heat in your body was driving your senses wild. You lost your sense of time and direction as you ran in circles, panicking as vulkan prowled around you, hearing his heavy steps at each turn.

"times up, my lady"

His voice was right behind you, a dangerous growl as his dragged a finger along your throat. You twisted, hoping to dance away from him, only to find yourself spinning into his grasp. Weighty hands grasping your hips as he guided you.

Your cheek rested something cool and metal as vulkan bent you over, a heavy hand resting on the small of your back as the other pulled your dress over your hips and ripped your pants off with ease. As you ran your palm along the top, multiple items rolled from beneath your grasp; a pen, parchment and inkwell. Your squirmed beneath his touch and the table squeaked as a firm slap to your ass shook you against its surface.

"behave" he muttered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as he soothed your stinging skin. "I've caught you, now I claim my prize, that was the deal, wasn't it"

You nodded, gulping as you felt him rub his length through your arousal before slowly nudging against your hole.

"you were right, you were much more fun to hunt" he whispered, nipping at your shoulder

Your breath stuttered in your chest as you felt him slide in, gripping the table edge with white knuckles as he slowly pushed forward inch by inch, thick and hard, pushing you to your limits.

He groaned as he bottomed out. leaning over as he felt you panting beneath him. The burn soon faded out, replaced by a heated knot in your gut as he began to move, sliding out until just the tip stretched you, before fully hilting himself in one motion. Each thrust felt like it was knocking the air from your lungs as he fucked you.

"your little cunt is so tight" he panted, slamming his hand down in the table near your head as he rutted against you. Bellowing gasps drowning out your own. "taking me so well"

"uh uh uh" was all you managed as you felt his tip nudging against your sweet spot "ri---right--- theeeeeerree" his finger found your clit and swirled, tipping you over the edge. Your eyes rolled back as you came, vody twitching as he drove forward. Your walls fluttered around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own end.

"fuuuuuuuuuckkk" you clawed for his hand, gripping it tightly as you felt your orgasms building again.

"vulkan, I'm haaa"

Your back arched as you finished, shivers wracking your body before you fell forward. Vulkans hips stuttered as he came with you, his hips clapping against yours with a low groan as he filled you.

You lay for a moment as vulkan's broad chest pressed against your back, neither of you moving as you enjoyed the afterglow and warmth. After a while, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head before pulling away from you. You winced at the sudden loss, feeling cum drip down your thighs as he took your hand and lifted you to your feet.

"we should return to our quarters, my love"

You smiled tiredly as he kissed your knuckles and pulled you slightly, encouraging you to follow.

"Agreed, there is one problem though"

He paused, squeezing your hand. "Are you alright?"

Laughing you squeezed back "more than alright, however I'm still blind in here, I'm also a little....messyM

Vulkan laughed and swept you up, nuzzling his nose against your hair as he carried you through the warehouse with long sure strides.

"we should definitely do this again, I bet I can beat you next time"

You could practically hear his eyes rolling as his chest vibrated against you.

"of course you could"

[snakehatepage]

pretend this posted right the first time PLS IM BEGGING if you saw this before no u didnt yes this is a repost blah blah blah

cw:smut mdni men dni, fem reader

You've been waiting for hours, or at the very least what feels like hours. Sevika keeps promising you just one more hand of poker, just one more drink, but you begin to get impatient. You tried to be patient, to be good, you tried so hard.. You just couldn't stand it, not when she's been so busy lately, and you've been so needy without her. You've barely even seen her, and now she wants to sit here and ignore you? Leave you watching her play? 

“Sev..” you draw out softly, body itching for her touch. She puffs on her cigarillo, barely even glances at you, blowing a plume of smoke away from you. “What is it?” she grunts, shoving more of her money into the pot.

“I thought you said one more hand” you sigh, trying not to sound as desperate as you felt. She cocks an eyebrow, “You getting impatient?” she glances at her cards, back at you, shit eating smirk on her face. You swallow, roll your eyes, getting snippy. “I didn't say that, I was just asking..” her gaze was burning you, your insides flipping and flopping. 

Impatient didn't even begin to describe the need you felt, so eager to just go home and have her to yourself. “Watch it.” she warns easily, turning back to her hand. And so you do, you try to be good, to be patient and bite your tongue, but it is proving to be increasingly difficult.

You squirmed uncomfortably in the booth seat, your patience wearing thinner with each passing minute. Sevika remained oblivious, or maybe she chose to ignore you, paying attention to only her poker game and the unimportant chatter with the other players. Her hand hovered over a pile of bills, considering her next move.

Unable to hold your tongue any longer, you leaned in close, your voice barely above a whisper. "Sevika..." You paused, gathering your courage. "I need it now" Your cheeks flushed, a mix of impatience and desire curling deep in your tummy.

As if sensing your desperation, Sevika suddenly pushed back from the table, collecting her winnings, and clearly peeved with you. She stood tall, towering over the booth. she reached down, gripping your arm firmly and guiding you out of the booth without a word to anyone.

You stumbled slightly as she led you through the crowded bar, your heart pounding in anticipation. She drags you to one of the storage rooms, pushing you inside, she follows, shutting the door behind her with a soft click.

"Sevika..." you started to protest, but your voice caught in your throat as she advanced on you, backing you up against the wall. Her hand cupped your chin, tilting your face up to meet her eyes.

"I told you to be patient," she murmured "And yet here you are, acting like a spoiled brat in the middle of my game." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your face. "Didn't I warn you to watch it?"

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry. She took a step closer, invading your personal space as she loomed over you. "I.. I just wanted.." you started to protest, but your voice trailed off as she took another step.

Her hand stayed on your chin  "You just wanted what, baby?" she asked, shoving you to your knees.  happily you oblige, plopping down at her feet. her thumb strokes your bottom lip teasingly. "What is it you want so badly? That couldn't wait?" 

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as her fingers pressed against your lips, demanding entrance. Instinctively, your mouth opened, allowing those two long, thick fingers to push inside, your tongue flicking out to taste her skin. The almost sweet, slightly bitter flavor of her cigarillo smoke linger on your taste buds as she pushes her fingers deeper, brushing the back of your throat.

You whine and gag, muffled, your eyes fluttering shut as she begins to grind the toe of her boot against your clothed cunt. The rough, textured leather rubbed against your aching core, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through your body. You bucked your hips instinctively, trying to gain more friction, more pressure against your throbbing clit.

"That's it, baby. such a nasty girl," Sevika growled, her fingers pumping in and out of your mouth, setting a steady rhythm. Her other hand gripped your hair, holding you in place as she used your face, fucking your mouth with her fingers in time with the rough grinds of her boot.

"Fuck, look at you. So desperate for my touch, my attention. You're dripping already, aren't you?" Sevika taunted, her voice a low, wicked rasp. She pressed her boot harder against you, the cotton of your underwear rubbing directly against your clit, making you see stars. Your hips jerked needily, chasing your climax.

"That's it, cum for me. Cum on my boot like a good girl, nasty baby.." she coos as she pushes her fingers deeper, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag. Tears sprung to your eyes, but that's all you needed.

Your body tensed, back arching as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. A muffled moan vibrated around Sevika's fingers as your pussy clenched and spasmed, soaking your panties through. 

She gently pulls her fingers out of your mouth, running her fingers through your hair. “You okay?”

You nod, laugh softly as you stand on shaky legs. “Yeah.. Take me home now?” You ask with a tilt in your voice. She smirks in a way that ties your stomach up again, “Gladly.”

reblogs and comments r much appreciated! I kinda hate this but I need to post it before I end it. k bai love u

[leviskittywh0re]

GOJO DRABBLE🩵

i may have gone a liiiiiiittle crazy with this as my first little fic but i hope it’s enjoyable😅

cw:SMUT!! MINORS GTFO OR ILL YEET YOU INTO THE WINDSHIELD OF A CYBERTRUCK

wc:1.1k

a/n: @madamechrissy this is mostly for you bby! thank you for being an amazing moot and an amazing writer! MWAH💋

satoru had many missions that took longer than expected and he would always make a point to tell you if he was gonna be home a little later than usual but this time he hadn’t said a word. its been over 5 hours since he should have been home and he still hasn’t sent as much as a text to let you know he was gonna be late coming home. you know he’s not out with anyone else, he’s loyal to you. you’re his wife and he would never betray you like that.

you had been lounging around in bed in your baggy shorts and tank top after doing some cleaning and had put one of your favourite shows on the tv as background noise for a bit. while watching tv you had pulled satorus pillow into your lap to cuddle while you watched your show, only to be hit by the overwhelming scent of your white haired husbands cologne and shampoo that drenched the fabric of the his pillowcase. the scent of him always made you weak. you pull the pillow up against your chest stuffing your face into the plush material deeply inhaling before a small frustrated groan leaves your lips, you grab the tv remote turning off the tv tossing it onto the nightstand plopping yourself back into the mattress with your head resting in your pillow.

thinking of satoru and having his scent wafting through your nose with his pillow pressed against your face, your hand drifts down your body and between your legs. you were aching for him and you needed relief. dipping your fingers between your slick folds teasing your sensitive clit you let out little helpless whines trying to push yourself to the edge. little did you know that your handsome sorcerer husband was returning home now.

satoru came into the house later than expected letting out an exhausted sigh. he didn’t see any sign of you in the kitchen, living room or even your little quiet area you liked to read in. going by that logic he assumed you were sleeping until he heard the sound of your muffled whines and moans coming from the bedroom. a smirk creeping on his face he walked toward the bedroom which the door was cracked open, there he sees you gripping his pillow against your nose with one hand and your other thrusting two fingers inside your leaking pussy. he pushes the door open leaning against the door frame for a minute before speaking finally “having some trouble pretty?”

his voice startled you slightly causing you to jump pulling your hand out from between your legs and tossing his pillow back to his side of the bed. your voice comes out uneven and breathless “w-when did you get home? i didn’t hear you come in” his smirk widened as he pushed off the door frame coming over to the bed. “you didn’t hear me because you were lost in your own world, i got home maybe 2 minutes ago. i was enjoying the show but it seems like you’re having some trouble making yourself feel good”. you groan in embarrassment squeezing your eyes shut knowing he’s right. you couldn’t get yourself off anymore. hes just too good. his fingers, his tongue and that perfect fucking cock were what you needed to get any type of pleasure. your voice weak and strained “cant get off without you.. you broke me.” he chuckles and dips his hand between your legs pressing his thumb against your clit causing you to gasp and moan, his fingers were like magic somehow making your whole body buzz. “i broke you huh? well now i know that my pretty little wife cant get off without my help. let me take care of you sweets hm?” your head pushing back into the pillows as you nod. he pushes two fingers into your soaked cunt curling them upward against the spongy spot that makes your vision blur. your moans fill the room as satoru fingers your pretty pussy. you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge and suddenly he stops his motion pulling his fingers out of you. whining in frustration your push your head back further.

you hear the rustling of fabric against fabric and out of nowhere you feel the emptiness between your thighs replaced with his body, the tip of his pretty cock rubbing up and down your folds collecting your slick before pressing into your tight walls. collectively you moan and satoru lets out a low groan feeling your walls clenching around him. your hands grip the sheets underneath you as he pushes deeper inside your velvety walls eventually bottoming out, his tip pressing against your cervix and his balls flush against your plump ass. satoru holds your legs flush against his chest as he pulls out slightly before thrusting back into you.

his cock stretching you out perfectly like always has your eyes rolling back as your pretty moans escape your lips, he starts his thrusts slow and sensual before picking up his pace fucking into you faster and more intense. broken moans leave your lips as his pace quickens inside you as you feel your climax approaching again. he feels your walls fluttering around his length and speaks in a low voice as he continues fucking your pussy desperately. “ gonna cum all over my cock pretty? yea? can feel your perfect pussy clenching around me” you let out a moan and nod your head trying to speak as he fucks the life out of you “yesyesyes! gonna cum!! ‘toru please! need to cum! fuck!” his pace speeds up as he feels his own orgasm approaching, breathless groans leave his lips too “‘m close too baby, cum with me. cum together. do it for me yea?” you nod your head vigorously moaning and you feel the coil of tension in your stomach snap sending your orgasm washing over you. satoru was literally milliseconds behind you slamming his hips into you as he released ropes and ropes of his pearlescent cum deep inside your pussy painting your walls with his essence.

he doesn’t move as both of you come down from your high, once your pussy stops fluttering around him he gently pulls out and looks down to see a ring of your combines cum around the base of his cock. your pussy leaking his cum and he sees the fucked out expression on your face. your eyes shut and your legs fall onto the bed as he plops himself down beside you pulling you into his arms resting your head on his chest. he kisses your forehead gently as he holds you against him, you feel yourself relaxing into his touch, sleep taking over your body. satorus voice low just above a whisper “promise next time i’ll message you if im gonna be this late coming home” that was the last thing you heard before you fell into a deep sleep while laying in satorus strong arms

[eatitupforlunch]

Do a Matt Stone x reader fic (maybe set it during the 6 days to air documentary). Reader is a new worker for South Park (maybe a new writer or assistant) and is way younger than Matt. Also make it smut cause yeah

Is this professional? 18+

Matt stone x F!Writer reader

Authors note: Anon you knew what you wanted and I respect that! Hope I did it justice. Alternate universe where Matt hates you but then falls in love with the new writer which is you. Also adding one of my favorite gifs of Matt cause he looks great here! Also may not be exactly accurate but tried to keep it accurate. Sorry for the long wait.

CW:Smut (18+ it gets a little rough) enemies to lovers. Matt’s low-key mean

Also name calling.

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Matt hates you like actually wished you ceased to exist type hate. He would’ve fired you a long time ago if Trey hadn’t insisted to keep you. Trey said to “cut you some slack since you’re young and new.” Matt sighed and said he would “give you another chance”knowing that would make Trey happy.

Trey practically loves you. Not really but he hates how he takes your side over him on some of the ideas. How you try to act better than him. How you’d always try to argue with him on everything like you’re right all the time. He thinks your just some young and dumb pretty girl who could bat her eyelashes and have everyone at her feet. Not him. He sees right through that act.

You don’t understand why Matt hates you so much. Sure you can be a little much but you’re just giving back to what he gives to you. Matt would make it hard on you. He’d want to argue with you on every little thing. He would downright belittle your ideas right in front of everyone. You knew Matt thought you were too dumb or naive to be in this position and if fighting back and arguing would get him to back off so be it. At least Trey remotely likes you. You could swear Matt likes doing it and oh honey you have no idea what you’re in for.

Every time Matt makes you mad or act unprofessional it feels like a win to him. How you bite your lip so hard when you try not to say something back to one of his comments. How you practically roll your eyes when he says something that gets under your skin. How you practically squirm when he makes you too uncomfortable. Those are the moments Matt lived for.

Unfortunately earlier that day, Matt, like he always does, decided to argue with you. You were trying to deescalate the situation but Matt kept adding kindling to the flames. You decided to snap back. Things being said like “Go work for some sleazy bastard or something who thinks your funny, I’m sure they’d love this shit” and with a response like “oh I’m sorry your just some miserable old man who can’t enjoy things.” All the while Treys trying not to lose his mind and to make matters worse you’d have to stay late. Which this means you get to spend more time with the man you’d rather not. Oh joy.

Your night was going well until the devil himself wanted you in his office. ‘What could he possibly want now’ you thought to yourself. He told you to come in and shut the door and you do. “Do you understand why I called you in here?” He asks. You had assumed he called you in her due to your heated argument earlier so you replied “yes.” “So If you do know why you’re here then why don’t you give me a good reason as to why I should not fire you.” You stood there in complete shock. Was this man really about to fire you for an argument he caused? You so wanted to be reasonable but could not find it in you so you respond with a nice “Oh, go fuck yourself!” I mean if you’re going to lose your job might as well go out with a bang.

Matt on the other hand was pissed. You had disrespected for the 100th time and he’s quite over it. “Is that really all you’re going to say to me?” You responded with your arms crossed and with a bitchy tone in your voice said “ Yeah if you’re going to fire me for something you caused then go right ahead.” Matt just looked at you with the most pissed off expression you had seen on him. “You really are a bitch.” You quickly respond with “Sorry you’re just a miserable old man who can’t understand how things work anymore.” Oh that did something to him. Matt was practically seeing red at this point. “You’re such a brat. Has mommy and daddy never told you no?” He spit back at you. “They have and they still love me, thank you very much.” You say before turning to walk off but you stop to ask one final thing. “Can you grant me one final question oh wise ass. Why do you hate me? I mean truthfully, why do you hate me?”

That may have been the most honest things you have ever asked him. He knew why he hated you and it’s because he didn’t really hate you. It was quite the opposite.

You could keep him on his toes. You were also willing to comeback at him with what he gave to you and he respected that. You had so much passion and energy. You made your opinions known and heard whether or not if people liked you for it. You were so determined. You really were smart and funny. He knew you weren’t really a suck up but he still felt like Trey favored you for some reason. Which he never understood until recently why Trey liked you. Trey liked you the same reason Matt likes you but the difference is Trey didn’t like you how Matt liked you. Matt’s like was turning into a love for you and that scared him.

You always said you never understood why Matt hated you and you still don’t but in the moment of silence between you too. You started to understand something you too couldn’t ignore.

You too liked your boss more than you were willing to admit. As much as he pissed you off, you couldn’t deny that he was very attractive. You kind of liked when you argued and the tension would border on something else. How he’d get so close to you when he got in your face to argue with you. Times like that made you feel something you didn’t really want to think about. How good that man looked in those tight shirts that had you thinking about him after hours. How confident he was. He knew he was attractive he had too. All of it consumed your thoughts. Matt consumed your thoughts.

Matt stands up from his chair and finally responds“You just piss me off.” You say “Is that it?” Matt scoffs and says “Did you want me to give you a list? Or is that too much for you?” You too scoff and say “What makes you think that’s too much for me?” Matt is walking closer to where you are standing by the door. “What I’m about to do maybe too much for you.”

Matt then grabs your hips and leans in to kiss you which you gladly except. The kiss then became more passionate. He desperately kept trying to grab more of you. His mouth broke away from yours to tell you to “jump.” You jump and grab on to him as he takes you over to desk.

Once on top of the desk, he starts kissing down your neck while he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your pants to slip it off. Once he slips them off and sees how wet you are, He whispers “so pretty for me” under his breath. He pulls you closer and quickly takes off his belt and pulls his cock out of his boxers. He pumps his cock a few times before lining up to push into you. “Now you have to be quiet or someone will hear you. Unless you want the whole office to know how I’m gonna make you cum.” You quickly nod your head as he grabs your hips and pushes in to you. It stings just a little but you quickly forget about it when he starts moving in a fast, rough pace.

“You’ve dreamed about this haven’t you sweetheart?” He says while keeping that same mind numbing pace. You quietly moan in response but that wasn’t enough for him. “Use your words or did I fuck you stupid already?” You finally let out a pathetic cry with a yes. “That’s what I thought.” While he proceeded to slap your ass. “Who knew an old man like me could make you so desperate. Isn’t that right honey?”

You currently were clawing into his clothed back for dear life. His groans and grunts in your ear turning you on even more if that was even possible. Along with the dirty talking and him calling you sweet little names that made you question what’s going on.

Matt brings one of his hands down to start rubbing your clit; bringing you closer to your orgasm. “Cmon sweetheart. You can cum can’t you? You can do that right?” You shake your head wildly while biting your lip trying not to be too loud. “Cmon sweetheart, fuck.” Matt says in your ear. You could tell he was getting close to by the way he was getting sloppier. He quickly pulled himself out before jerking himself off with his hand. He continued to moan your name before coming with a loud “FUCK”

That sight alone could’ve made you come but before you could do anything, matt was back and rubbing your clit. “Oh I’m not done sweetheart. I’m gonna make you come.”

You finally come; back arched so far you could swear something was pulled. You let out a loud gasp as Matt is still heavily breathing in your ear.

He quickly puts his cock back in his boxer and gets a tissue to wipe you up with. You both clean yourselves up and act like you didn’t just fuck in the office.

“Are you still gonna fire me?” Matt laughs and says “Well I don’t think I could fire you even if you shot me.” You laugh “I’m sure this doesn’t count as being very professional though.” Matt smiles at you. “Definitely not professional but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.”

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I fear this is ass I’m sorry. I rewrote this 3 times and this is the one I remotely liked. BUT, I do believe in mean Matt like the forefathers before me. I hope this isn’t too bad. I promise the writing will get better! Thanks for reading! :)

[ikyoudreamofme]

THE ONE I WONT FORGET

CW:smut,exbf!jake, drunken sex,oral(F receiving),f!ngering, overprotective!jake

Summary: you and Jake broke up a while ago but he's still in love with you and can't get over you. You and him haven't spoken since your break up until you see him at a Tara Yummy party.

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Jake's POV

Today was Tara's 1 million subscribers party she had planned this for a while before she actually hit 1M but it's finally happening.

I got out the shower, water droplets dripping off my hair down my chest, I towel dry my hair before putting on a pair of jeans, a vest top and a black fur jacket. I shout for Johnnie telling him we're leaving and walk towards my car.

Y/N POV

I walk into the party pulling the bottom of my dress down a little immediately going to find Tara.

"Tara!" I shout going up to her hugging her. "Congrats on one mill!"

"Thank you y/n!" she shouts smiling dragging me over to the bar to do shots with her. she asks for two vodka shots, the man nods at her grabbing two shot glasses pouring them equally, we pick them up smiling at each other before bringing the glass up to our lips our heads dropping back as we take the shot. The sharp burning sensation falls down my throat I pull the glass away grimacing, squeezing my eyes shut for a second as she does the same. "Jesus Christ Tara.." I say turning around resting against the bar I look away from her for a second towards the front door as it opens and two tall boys I recognise walk through. I turn my head away to listen to what Tara's yapping about then quickly look back realising who it is. My eyes widen seeing Jake walk in with Johnnie. Tara looks where I am and gasps. "Shit Y/N I forgot to tell you Jake was coming im so sorry." She smiles awkwardly.

"No it's fine he's your best friend of course you'd invite him." I say turning around asking the bartender for another shot. She nods walking off to say hi to them.

I take the shot before asking for a Vodka cranberry and going off to find some more of my friend's, drink in hand.

Jakes POV

I walk through the door my eyes falling onto my surrounding I look around for Tara instead they fall on the one girl I was not expecting to see y/n. we broke up months ago and I still can't get over her. I can tell she sees me because her eyes widen and she turns to look at Tara. I take a long breath in watching Tara walk over to me and Johnnie as y/n leans towards the bar,her dress riding up,getting another drink. I smile at Tara giving her a side hug she speaks "oh yeah y/n's here by the way I forgot to mention it."

I laugh slightly " I can see that" I reply look at y/n. Johnnie laughs before saying something to Tara. "He's still In love with her." I nudge his ribs indicating that he should stop talking.

"Shut up I am not!" I say lying but covering it up as best as I can. Johnnie and Tara laugh. "Suree." Tara says walking away. "Johnnie you're such a dickhead!" I say looking at him trying not to laugh myself. I go to look back at y/n and she's not there. I look around and spot her dancing with her friends, until her friend is replaced with a man. She turns around confused and lightly pushes his hands off her hips turning back around ignoring him. He puts his hands back on her holding her firmer this time. She turns around and says something to him grabbing his hands and pushing them off her once again. He steps close to her smirking, she looks around worried and scared not knowing what to do. He steps closer to her one more time his hands going to her waist, she pushes him back into a a group of people behind him. He grabs her wrist pulling her closer to him.

I walk over to them "is there a problem?" I say glaring at him standing I front of her slightly. "No,no problem shes just playing hard to get." He reaches his arm out to grab her. I grab his wrist. "Or maybe she wants you to leave her alone. Take the hint." I say letting go of his hand. "What are you her boyfriend or something?"

"That doesn't matter does it she doesn't want you so fuck off!" I shout stepping closing to him towering over him. The man mumbles under his breath storming away.

"are you okay?" I ask y/n turning around, we haven't spoke in ages. She nods and mutters a thank you. "Don't worry about it,it's okay. How have you been?"

"I've been alright. What about you?" She smiles. God her smile is gorgeous. I nod "I've been better you know." I can't just say that I miss her so much and I can't function without her. She looks up at me confused. "what do you mean"

"I mean I miss you y/n. So much."

"Jake... we broke up for a reason." I nod "I know, I know and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for everything."

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Y/N POV

I look up at him with a sad expression what do I do of course I miss him but it's not that easy. "I miss you too Jake but it's not that simple we can't just say we miss each other then be the way we used to be." He looks down at the floor and takes my hand. "Can't we just have another chance, another chance for us to work." he says softly look up from floor. I give in and grab his face pulling him into a deep kiss. He kisses me back his hands wrapping around my waist his tongue swiping along my bottom lip I part my lips slightly his tongue exploring my mouth. One of my hands go to his hair and tug on it sightly, he groans lowly pulling away. "I need you y/n. Like now" he pleads look at me. He grabs my arm dragging me to the closest bathroom pushing me in and locking the door behind him. He picks me up and placed me on the counter pulling me in for another kiss. His hands cradling my jaw. He kiss down my neck and collarbone leave dark purple marks he pulls down the straps of my dress, his arms snakes around my back unclipping my bra discarding of it somewhere in the room. His hands trail down to the bottom of my dress lifting it up over body throwing it to the floor. He stares at my boobs before taking one in his mouth sucking on it. I gasp as my hand goes to his hair. "I've missed you so much." I breathe out my head falling back against the mirror. He smirks and pulls away his hands going down to my thong pushing it to the side, his fingers slide down my wet folds as I moan. "you're so wet f'me." Jake mentions looking up at me. I nod quickly "only for you Jake.." He slides his fingers into me and I moan loudly. His other hands goes to my mouth covering it muffling my moans he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of me faster I squeeze my eyes shut. His mouth attaches to my clit sucking on it. My legs wrap around his shoulder, heels digging into his back my moans and whimpers silenced by his hand. I can feel my self getting closer my hand goes to his. He removes his hand from my mouth " I'm so close Jake." I whimper and he stops removing his fingers from me. He shakes his head saying "not yet ma." I groan rolling my eyes.

He unbuckles his belt pulling his trousers down along with his boxers. He pulls my arm slightly. I jump down from the counter as he turns me around bending me over the sink. I look up and see him behind me in the mirror.

He pumps himself a few them before lining up with my entrance. Jake's slams into me harshly I gasp as his jaw falls slack. He thrust into me harder and faster. My hands gripping on the edge of the sink. I moan loudly. "Fuck! Jake.."

"does that feel good?" He says pulling my hair pulling me up, my head on his shoulder as he continues his punishing thrusts. I nod "it feels s'good. So good!"

He laughs moving my head to the side kissing me. "Who makes you feel this good y/n?" He asks pulling back from the kiss. "You Jake, only you!" I shout. His hands wrap around my waist holding me up. "Look at you y/n moaning f'me.fucking slut." I moan at his words nodding vigorously. His thumbs rubs on my clit sending me over the edge. I whimper and my hand reaches behind me to slow him down, he grabs my wrist pinning them behind my back. "Fuck Jake! I'm gonna cum please!" I shout my head falling back onto his shoulder. "Cum f'me baby." The knot in my stomach snaps as I cum. If he wasn't holding me up I would collapse on the floor. Jake thrust get sloppier until he pulls out pushing me onto my knees pumping himself before coming in my mouth.

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Jake's hand reaches out pulling you up placing you on the edge of the sink. “So second chance?” Jake asks you. “yeah.” You nod. “good because I could never forget you y/n” Jake’s says pulling in for a kiss before picking up your clothes.

[traffydren]

*slams the door*

hi there

I read that you are simp from Law and that you write smut and I said to myself, this is it, I'm going to leave my request

can you please write a smut Law x Femreader (virgin) where Reader is the captain of her crew and they are friends with the heart Pirates

SO she and Law have been playing cat and mouse and are finally once again in a situation where they can take their time without their crews running away from the navy and stuff like that.

And finally they declare their feelings and fuck

~Delicate (Trafalgar Law x Fem! Reader Smut)~

A/N: I loved this idea so much! I spent two days on this, thank you so much for requesting this lovely! I really enjoyed writing this! I hope you love it! <333

Likes and Re-blogs appreciated, DO NOT! Copy my work! Please and thank you!

CW:Smut below! minors DNI! contains: Fluff! Law and Reader dancing around each other, one cuss word? Law eating reader out, gentle loving missionary sex, unprotected sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT!), Law being soft and gentle, soft, fluffy aftercare

I based the name of this fic from Taylor Swifts song Delicate!

Word Count: 2k words

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Being a pirate had its ups and downs. She was a pirate captain of her own crew, which can sometimes be a rowdy bunch. But she still cared about her crew like they are family, because to her, her crew is her family. She was friends with another fellow pirate crew. The Heart Pirates, their captain Trafalgar D. Water Law was an interesting man so to say. She felt attracted to the man, he was handsome. But there was a problem, the two everytime the crews met up, they danced around each other like a game of cat and mouse.

Right now was like any other day, it was surprisingly a calming day. The two crews were finally able to fully relax without having to worry about marines all the time wanting to capture them. So it felt nice to finally be able to relax and not stress about it. As per usual she and Law were bouncing around each other. Much to the two captains' crew's annoyance, it was completely obvious that the two were in love with each other. 

Both their crews decided to explore the island leaving her and Law alone on the Polar Tang, she was reading a book sitting down outside on the deck of the submarine like ship, Law was nearby sharpening Kikoku. He was quiet the whole time that he did so, she was starting to get bored. She let out a small sigh, which gained the attention of the said man. He looked up at her, raising his eyebrow at her. She looked at him.

“What?” she asked, looking at the man. He simply shrugged.“Nothing. If you’re that bored, you can always explore the island with the others.” He grunted out in his deep voice. “Nah I’m good. I’m bored, yes. But I would rather spend my time getting to finally enjoy the sun. Instead of always having to worry about the damn marines.” She spoke, as she closed the book she was reading, laying it down on the side. He grunted acknowledging her words without speaking. He was a man of not many words. Even though he always looked grumpy all the time.

She will never say it to his face, that regardless of the fact The Surgeon of Death always looked grumpy, and unapproachable, to her he was a sweet man, who cared about those closest to him. So he wasn’t a heartless man everyone made him out to be. If he was heartless he wouldn’t have saved strawhats life after Marineford.

So the man had a heart, and he cared just that he had different ways to show it. She didn’t even realize that she was still staring at Law, until he cleared his throat which got her attention. He stood up. “I’m gonna make myself something to eat. Do you want anything to eat? I'm sure there's something in the kitchen that you might like.” Law said, turning and looking at her. It made her heart start racing, she nodded. “Yes please, I would like that thanks.” She smiled at him. They headed back inside. Heading to the dining area. 

He went into the kitchen and made the two his favorite food Onigiri. His back was to her as he made the food. After he was done making the Onigiri he walked over to one of the tables she was sitting at, sitting one of the plates in front of her, and sat down with his plate of Onigiri right across from her. “Thanks Law.” She thanked the tattooed man across from her, he gave her a soft nod.

The two ate in silence, this was her second time trying his favorite food,it was really good. It made her heart swell that he was willing to share his favorite foods with her.  Now if only he would share what was on his mind. The look he was giving while focusing on his plate made her shiver from the intensity. She kept sneaking glances at the man, curiosity burning in her whole body. He felt her looking at him, he looked up at her raising his eyebrow in the process. “What? Is there something on my face?” He asked her, there was a piece of rice at the corner of his lip.

“Actually yes there is.” She giggled, before she reached over and softly brushed the rice from the corner of his lip. That made the man blush a little bit. “Thank you.” He thanked the woman sheepishly, she giggled a bit with a shy smile on her face. “Of course Law.” She spoke softly, her face was flushed with a blush also. He looked up at her again. The two held eye contact for what felt like a long time, but was actually only five minutes.

He thought she was beautiful, and he won’t lie he was attracted to the woman across from him, and he was tired of this cat and mouse game the two played, he needed to man up and confess to her. But why was it so hard to do so? The man has plenty of opportunities to do so, like right now is a good time. He let out a sigh “can I admit something to you?” He asked the woman across from him. She looked at him. “Yeah? What is it?” She inquired, confused while looking at him. 

“I… I like you.” He blurted out, making the woman start to blush at his words. She wasn’t stupid she knew what he was doing, he was confessing to her. “I l-like you too L-Law.” She spoke shyly, a blush still adorning her beautiful face. And regardless of the fact the two have already confessed he still was going to be respectful, and ask her one thing.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked her. She blushed even more at his question, but she nodded softly. He stood up walking over to the side of the table she sat at, he bent down to her height. Leaning in softly putting his lips against her own, she kissed him back. They held close together as they continued to kiss. Both were new to this and didn't want to process without making the other feel uncomfortable. They pulled away briefly for air, but quickly went back to kissing. 

Room, Shambles he had shambled the two, to his room on the sub. The two were still kissing, as he laid her down softly on the bed. He pulled away from her lips, looking down at the woman underneath his larger body. Both of their faces are adorned with a blush. His eyes were blown wide with lust and love. But there was one little problem.

She was a virgin…. He saw the scared look on her beautiful face. “Are you okay? We can stop.” He said quickly, looking at the smaller woman worriedly. She shook her head, she didn’t want to stop. “No! No! It's just…I’m a virgin.” She whimpered. His eyes went wide for a bit, but then they went soft. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I promise. But if it’s too much, please tell me.” He spoke softly, but also very serious. “Yes Law.” She whispered, causing him to smile softly. He then started to kiss her neck softly. He lifted her shirt up softly, and unclipped her bra. 

He looked at her breasts, she was utterly beautiful. “So beautiful.” He spoke softly, as he leaned down taking one of her nipples into his mouth, starting to suck on it. While he softly pinched and played with the other. She let out a small moan at him giving her chest love. He switched to the other one, putting it into his mouth, to give it the same treatment as well. Her moans were absolutely stunning. He started to kiss downwards, looking at her as he did so. 

He made his way down to her shorts, he looked at her. Silently asking for her permission before continuing. She gave him a small nod of approval, causing him to start gently unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them down along with her underwear. She lifted up her bottom to give him easy access to take the two garments off. After he took said garments off her he threw them somewhere behind him. He took his shirt off, showing off his broad chest. He took his tattooed hands to her thighs, spreading them gently. 

He looked at her glistening slit, he groaned lowly as he looked at her wetness. He leaned down, licking a stripe from her slit all the way to her clit. She let out a small moan at the pleasure she felt. He suddenly dove in, eating her out like a starved man, making sure to give her clit attention. She was letting out small moans as he ate her out. His thumb rubbing her clit softly. He took his other hand and brought it to her wet heat, sticking two of his fingers gently into her, and started to finger her softly. 

She was letting out moans of pleasure into the room, letting him know it was making her feel so good. “L-Law it feels so g-good baby.~” she moaned out, causing the man to groan. As he continued to finger her, he started to suck on her clit gently. She felt something bubbling inside her, which caused her to move around, moaning out loudly. “L-Law I f-feel weird I f-feel something coming!” She moaned out into the air. “Let it out pretty girl, let it out.” He cooed against her clit, as he fingered her a little faster, curling his fingers as he did so. 

She let out a loud shout of his name as she cummed all over the lower part of Law’s face, coating his goatee in her sweet essence, he drank up all that he could groaning from the sweet taste, he pulled away looking into her eyes, as he licked his lips sexily. Which made the woman let out a small whimper, a small blush adorning her cheeks. 

He stood up, starting to unbuckle his belt, and unbuttoning his pants, he had taken his boots off ahead of time. As he started to pull his pants and underwear down, his hard member springing free, hitting his stomach, she looked at it and her face went even more red. He was huge! How was that gonna fit?! It was long, with a thick girth to it. The bright red tip was leaking precum from it.

He got back onto the bed, taking a hold of his member, as he got in between the woman's legs. She looked intimidated by the size. “I’ll be gentle, I promise. Do you trust me?” He asked her softly, she nodded. As she closed her eyes. “No, no. I want you to look at me sweetheart, look at me.” He spoke gently, causing the woman to open her eyes and look into Law’s grey eyes. “That's a good girl.” He cooed softly, as he started to push into her softly. 

Tears started to spring to her eyes at the discomforting stretch, he was holding her close to him, as he kissed the side of her face gently, trying to distract her as he continued to push into her gently. He stopped as soon as he was all the way in, letting her adjust to his size. He remained holding her close the whole time.

“You can move.” She whispered, he started to slowly thrust into her, being as gentle as possible, because of it being her first time. He settled with gentle thrusting, groaning out as he thrusted into her tight, wet heat. “God, your so tight sweetheart, feels so good around me, pretty girl. Taking me so well.” He cooed softly, praising her as he did so. She was moaning out from the pleasure. 

“A little faster, please Law.” She moaned out, he started to speed up with his thrusting, still remaining gentle as he did so, the bed squeaking underneath the two, as he continued his thrusting, his member hitting her sweet spot each time. She dug her fingers into his back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He loved listening to her sweet moans, like music to his ears.

He brought a hand down to her clit, rubbing it as he continued his movements, the head of his member kissing her cervix with each thrust into her, she let out louder moans cause she felt close again, she dug her nails into his back, as she arched her back, letting out a loud moan of the man's name. He felt her squeeze around him, making him groan out. As he continued to thrust sloppily into her, he was close himself.

He suddenly pulled out, his essence spurted onto her stomach, he let out a groan from it. The room was quiet after that, besides the two currently catching their breaths. He stood up from the bed and picked up a clean rag from his laundry, and cleaned her stomach softly, leaning down and kissing her lips softly, after he finished he threw the rag across the room, not caring about where it landed. He laid down next to the woman, bringing her close to him. Kissing the side of her head softly.

“Are you doing okay?” He asked her softly, she nodded into his chest. Nuzzling more into him and taking in his manly scent, she closed her eyes, exhausted from the events that happened. He smiled, kissing the side of her head again, closing his eyes as well. The two lovebirds fall asleep in each other's embrace. 

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Part of first impression

JUST ADDING

This is not proofread, Tumblr uploaded it before it was finished so I had a mad panic to try to get this out!

Lion El'Johnson x f! Reader

Thank you all so much for your unlimited patience! Finally the next part to first impressions!

Honestly I have so many drafts for this, I want through like 4 primarch's lol

As always, 2 endings one fluffy one angsty and a separate smut waaaaaayy below

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CW:smut with a warning, swearing. Q

Just lion El'Johnson being a grump

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Twisting the soft snowy satin of your dress between your fingers, you edged your way through the crowd towards the burnished doors. Slipping through the huddles of gossiping bodies, you managed to reach the exit with suspicious ease. A giddy smile crept along your face as you reached out, The silvered handle feels cool under your touch as you grip and pull.

And then pull again

Crap

The locked rattled in its setting with each tug, refusing to give any leeway.

"bloody typical" you mutter, spinning on your heels and scouring the room again. "When is it ever that easy"

Your eyes fell to a small door. Carved out to blend in with the wall, it would be unnoticeable if it weren't for the trickling flow of serfs filtering through, shoulders bowed under the ladened trays they handled. Taking one last look around the gilded hall, you gathered your dress back up and swept towards it. Avoiding the lengthy shadows cast by towering men of war and following the ebb and flow of dancers, you edged ever closer, blending in seamlessly with the crowd. You became just another face before slipping silently through the cracks and easing yourself away from the gathering.

You puffed out a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding and let out a snort as you began running down the thin corridor. Laughter bubbled in your chest as you slipped further away until the raucous chatter was but a muted haze. Finally slowing your pace, you stepped into a small kitchen, your laughter calming to a content smile as you breathed in the scent of warm foods and hot wine. A few serfs smiled and greeted you by name, chuckling as you told them of your botched escape through the main doors.

The serfs quarters had always been a second home to you and, despite your station, they'd always welcomed you with open arms. An elderly woman slapped your hand halfheartedly, scolding you as you snatched hot rolls, tender meats and fruits from a platter, rolling them up in a small cloth as you perched yourself on a counter. Content, you watched them work, joking with them as they passed around you. The black iron counter felt hard beneath you, but the crackling of the fire and idle chatter made you feel warm and content as you settled in.

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"MISS MISS"

a voice carved through the bustle of the kitchen as a young girl tumbled out of another side door. You slid from your perch and caught her as she fell, propping her back upright. She looked up at you, eyes wide as she gasped for breath. "Miss it's th'lord, your brother, he's come lookin' for ya miss"

The kitchen halted, an uncomfortable silence stretched thin, before the elderly woman grasped your hand and pulled you towards her.

"everyone! back to work! And not a *WORD* that the young miss was here" she barked, ushering you towards the fireplace. With weathered fingers she slid her hands along a groove in the wall, earning a soft click as a door opened up.

"that'll take you to the gardens miss, hurry up now, or your brother will be dragging you back" she pressed your bundle of food into your hands. "Go"

You gripped the linen parcel and grinned "thanks I owe you guys"

"remember that the next time you're in trouble and stay out of my hair" she grumbled, "thought you would've grown out of this by now" offering you a tired toothless smile, she chuckled to herself before pushing you through and sealing the cold brick behind you.

Rolling your eyes, you turned and lumbered down yet another corridor.

I swear if I have to go down one more blood tunnel..

You trailed your fingers down the walls, scrunching your nose up at the damp moss that saturated it's surface. The temperature dropping with each step you took and it felt like a decade had passed in the dark echoing chill before fresh, cool air began filtering towards you. Soft silver light hit your skin as you ducked under a crumbling arch and stepped into soft grass, the smell of petrichor and dew hung sweetly in the air.

It was later than you'd thought. The sky was painted dark and splattered with twinkling stars and the faint flash of engine ignition flashed and dissipated into the distance. Dropping your gaze, you trailed your sight over the swathes of blossoming trees that stretched beneath the endless sky. Their boughs swayed gently, shuddering their leaves and tousling petals loose to dance across the breeze and into the night.

Stepping from the tunnel, you wandered towards the dappled shadows of the orchard sprawling before you, moonlight filtering through thick blankets of leaves and blossoms as you slipped amongst the trunks. The air felt calm and quiet around you as you pressed a hand against an aged peach tree, it's twisted bark marking your palms as you leant against it to pull off your heels.

Dropping your shoes into the grass you stretched and turned back towards the glittering lights of the manor. Flickering shadows as people passed the giant glass filtered down towards the grounds, but the music was distant, drowned by the gentle singing of cicadas.

" I am so dead when this is over"

Rolling your arms back, you cracked the joint, attempting to ease some tension from your limbs. 10 minutes of peace had turned into an unplanned daring escape and your brother was NOT going to be happy. But that was a problem for tomorrow, at least for now you had a chance to enjoy some alone ti-

Crack

A sharp noise cracked the silence and you jolt upright as you peered through the dark to find its source. Ears straining for any sound you stepped backwards, twisting your head as you scan around. From the corner of your eye you see it. A shadow. Heart in your throat you grasp your shoe in your fist, the pointed heel raised as you step out from the cover if the tree.

"Whoever you are, I'm warning you, I'm armed"

"Armed? Is that what you call it"

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A yell rips from your throat as you spin, lashing out at the voice. Aim true, your heel swings towards center mass until a hand finds your wrist and twists. With a cry, you drop your improvised weapon. Panic rising in your throat, you pull backwards. The bruising grip on your arm released and you stumble, before quickly finding your feet and hissing through your teeth. Fists raised in defense, you bristled as you faced the intruder.

Eyes widened as you faced a mountain of verdant green. Bone ivory silk lined the edges of rich emerald that rippled like dappled shadows in the forest around you. You cast your gaze higher, regarding the tabard, fabric whispering with each movement, heavy yet fluid as it lay draped over broad shoulders.

A grumble dragged your thoughts back as your eyes met with a silent glare. blonde locks fell about his face and a thick beard framed his strong jaw, but it was his eyes that held your attention. They were almost as vibrant as his garb; Vivid, primal, with an intensity that had every inch of your body pickling with goosebumps.

"watch it, girl" he growled, brows creased as he looked down at you.

Lion El'jonson, the emperor's first, primarch of the dark angels, towering over you with a scowl etched on his face.

You continued to stare, mouth slightly agape as your brain turns over itself.

I just tried to stab a primarch

With my shoe

Blood rushed to your cheeks and your hands flew to your mouth.

"my lord, I am so sorry I didn't realise-"

He cut you off with a large hand,brushing your apology off as he turned away.

"I don't need your apology, just keep your eyes open"

You bristled at his tone.

"excuse me?"

He paused, looking down at you over his shoulder as you clenched your hands into fists.

"I should watch where I'm going? You were out here skulking about, prowling around like something for a horror story, but IM the one who needs to keep my eyes open?"

His pupils narrowed as you pointed a small finger up at him, jabbing the air as you stepped towards him.

"you owe ME an apology for scaring me half to death"

A rumble vibrated through the air, silencing you. Your hand dropped and you huffed, refusing to pail under the growl of the primarch as he slowly turned back.

"well?"

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Lion watched as the woman stared up at him, defiance in her face as she refused to bow under his presence, her small hand jabbing the air, inches from him. Pride and curiosity battled within him as he turned back towards her. Who were you to dare talk back to him? Impudent little thing. Brave little thing.

Curiosity won out and he turned back to face you. A grumbled hammered through his ribs, his third lung pushing air through his chest.

You WILL conceed.

But still you refused to bend.

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"who do you think you are" he snarled, stepping towards you, dwarfing you beneath his shadow. His eyes glowing with moonlight and rage as he glowered at your small form. "First you strike me, then you speak back to me?"

You returned his look with one just as fiery.

"and I'll keep doing it, until you apologize back to me'

The tension stretched to breaking point, neither of you moving as the breeze trickled past you.

Finally you sighed, flicking your hair back behind your shoulder.

"fine, I'll agree to watch where I'm going IF you agree not to freak me out again"

Viridian eyes continued to bore into you, trailing from your face, down your figure before returning upwards, lingering on your lips for a moment.

He snorted and you decided that was probably all the agreement you were going to get.

Bending, you picked up your food parcel from where it had fallen, forgotten in the grass. You lowered yourself down, resting you back against a tree and tapped the soft soil next you.

"join me?"

Lion held fast refusing to move until you huffed again.

"I thought knights of Caliban were supposed to protect the weak?" you tapped the ground again. "Besides, if I didn't see you out here, what hope do I have of spotting anything else?"

Begrudgingly, he finally stepped forward and dropped to your side, grumbling as he stretched a leg out whilst bringing the other to his chest, resting his bulky forearm against his knee.

"you are a menace, woman"

You flashed a fake, shocked look across your face.

"you hardly know me!"

"and even then, I still know you too much"

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Lion blinked as you started to laugh. Not a false laugh like he heard so often from the courts, a genuine laugh, a belly laugh that had you rolling your head back.

By now, he had scared most people off, he knew he was intimidating, knew the effect he had of baselines, but you were just... sat there.

Laughing?

"wow you really know how to make a girl feel special" you gasped. He angled his head slightly, watching as you wiped your eyes and gulped for breath. Throwing a genuine smile at him, he felt a brief palpitation in his chest.

Your chest heaved and tears pricked your eyes, as he trailed his sight down, lingering on the curves of your body beneath the pale dress that clung to you as you stretched your legs out.

"you are very odd" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers

"you have no idea"

"enlighten me then"

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You didn't know if lion was actually listening, or if he really cared, but he didn't move as you opened up your little bundle and began picking at the food, happily chatting away about the the house, the party and the events that led you to meeting him. He grunted every now and then, barely moving as you continued for what felt like hours.

And soon, he began to open up to you. slowly, at first, offering short replies as you questioned him about Caliban, the dark angels and, eventually, himself.

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Lion coughed back a smile as you stared up at him, eyes wide and glittering with starlight as you listened to his stories. not just battles and victories, Stories of sparring matches whilst he was training, eating with friends, travelling and seeing worlds, each tale had your face shining with delight, entranced. He felt...seen, by you, not at a primarch, or as a knight. As a man.

He found himself losing himself in the melody of your voice as you chirped so sweetly, asking for more.

And when you gently placed your hand on his arm, leaning in to hear his coarse voice, he knew he was gone

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"so what about you?"

"hmm?"

"obviously I know why you're here, but why are you HERE" you gestured around you.

He remained silent, eyes locked on you, stock still not even blinking. You cocked a brow at him, popping a cherry in your mouth.

"I did not like the company"

You nodded slowly.

"I get that, sometimes it's a bit much"

The moon had risen high overhead now, silvering the soft blonde of lions hair until it shone almost white. Chewing the cherry slowly, you brought the little package up, offering it up to him. He shuffled slightly, raising his hand before returning it to his knee.

"not hungry?" You queried, popping another cherry between your lips.

"most baseline foods are not prepared with primarchs in mind" he sighed, twitching his hand.

Pursing your lips, you picked up a strawberry, rolling it between your fingers. "I guess that makes sense, you'd probably squash it"

he grunted in response, watching you as you hummed, still twisting the ripe berry between your index and thumb.

"here"

You clambered to your feet, leaning over his arm as you brought the strawberry towards his lips.

"try it, it's good"

He glanced between the fruit and your face, his face unreadable. Blush started crawling up your neck and across your cheeks as you realised how you stood. your chest pressed to his forearm, leaning against him, your face so close you could see the crowsfeet near his eyes and the tired lines by his mouth.

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

You were so close

The faint smell of your soft perfume and the cherry syrup linger on your lips filled his nose. Lion could feel the warmth of your body against his skin and hear how your heart thrummed in your chest, pounding like a jackhammer against your ribs as you leant in close.

Closing his eyes, the strawberry was sweet and ripe on his tongue, the juice swimming in his mouth as he swallowed, his tongue reached forward to like the syrup from his lip, instead finding the soft skin of your fingertip. Both of his hearts jolted and adrenaline flooded him.

He heard your breath hitch, felt you tense at the touch, before a soft sigh left you.

🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁🦁

You hummed as you felt Lions lips meet your skin, a gentle kiss pressed to your finger tip. His eyes fluttered open as you slowly drew your hand back. You blinked up at him, a soft smile gracing you.

"see? It's good right?" You whispered.

Without warning, he lowered his face, glittering eyes catching yours just for a single second before his warmth enveloping you as his lips softly brush against your own. The kiss was surprisingly gentle, almost hesitant at first, as if testing the moment, before it deepened, the softness of the touch contrasting with his mass of twisted muscle and calloused skin. You felt yourself melt, giving into his touch as his leg dropped and his hands reached to your waist, pulling you flush against him. The taste of strawberry was sweet on your tongue as you gave in to him.

Sighing as his lips finally left yours, he took your hand and raised it to his mouth. You chest almost flush with his chest as you perched in his lap.

"my lady, it would please me, to take you to Caliban, to see it for yourself"

Go with lion

Your breath hitched in your throat at his words.

"what?"

You felt a soft rumble in his chest as he continued to hold your hand, pressing it to his lips again before replying, The rough hair on his face prickling your skin.

"I have not had company such as yours for a long time, I would loathe to give it up here, allow me to bring you with me"

Your mouth fell open as you continued to blink up at him, your jaw working furiously to try to coax words into being. Finally you swallowed dryly and nodded.

A frown snuck its way across his features at your silence, slowly releasing your hand, he trailed his palm along your waist, resting at your hip.

"your words, woman"

His tone snapped you out of your reverie and you huffed, gently hitting his firm chest.

"you can't just ask me that, then call me woman, I have a name" leaning forward, you rested your head against his chest, listening to the strong thump of his hearts through the soft sea of green silk.

"but yes."

"yes?"

"yes I will go with you, IF you promise to stop calling me woman"

A large hand grasped your shoulder and pulled you back, the other finding your chin and bringing your head up. He searched your face looking for any doubt, his pupils thin as he scoured you, peeling you back later by layer. After a moment, he nodded, relaxing as he pulled you back to his chest.

Looking back at the manor, you see the last of the light flicker and die through the windows as the first peppering of dawn filters through the black expanse of the sky. You felt Fingers tangle in your hair finding your aquilla pin, deftly tugging it out and throwing it to the side.

Lion would find something more appropriate, now that you were his

"I can do that."

Refuse Lion

"you want- to take me to Caliban?"

He nodded, the firm grip on your waist squeezing slightly as he slowly dropped your hand.

"you spent the entire night out here, just to avoid that scene" he tilted his chin towards the now quieted manor, the lights fading to a muted flicker, before expiring, leaving the building cold and quiet in the early morning light.

"you wouldn't need to hide, if you came with me"

Pushing off his chest you clambered off his lap, instantly missing the heat he radiated. You stepped into the chilled grass and wrung your hands before dragging them through your hair, ripping the golden pendant from your locks. You stare at the pin, the creeping red hues of the sky glinting from its wings.

"I can't"

"what?"

You refuse to turn as you hear the primarch rise to his feet, instead glaring down at the elongated shadow he casts over you.

"what do you mean you can't"

Annoyance prickles his voice now as he steps closer to you. Finally turning you smile up at him sadly. Reaching for his hand, you place the eagle in his palm.

"I'm sorry"

You brush past him, breaking into a sprint as you head back towards the tunnel you came from, tears flowing freely down your face. He doesn't call for you, did not chase you and when you finally turned around, he was gone.

"I'm sorry, Lion"

Smut warning below

Alternate ending to going with Lion

"To Caliban?"

He responded with a low hum, allowing his lips to trail up your arm.

"Caliban, Terra, anywhere"

His lips found your throat, peppering your skin with soft kisses, his fingers found the soft plush of your hips, as he nuzzled into you, breathing in your scent.

You tilted your chin, encouraging him on as you threw your arms around his neck.

"say yes" he huffed, nipping and sucking at your pulse point, pulling a soft pink bruise across your skin. "Say you'll come with me"

"y-yes"

"good girl" he captured your lips in another kiss, heated and hungry, the tenderness gone as he devoured the taste of you. His tongue slipped between your lips and you groaned, grinding yourself down into his groin, smirking as his grip on your hips tightened and a growl ruptured from him.

Pulling away, he tore into the knot around your neck, working the bow loose and tugging the fabric over your head, leaving your body exposed to the chill air. Tossing it aside, his mouth found your breast. rolling the nipple on his tongue, he nipped and sucked. His beard coarse against your skin. Your back arched, pressing yourself further into him as your own hands found his hair, rough between your fingers, you tugged and toyed as he left his mark on your flesh.

You jerked as his calloused thumb found your clit and you felt him smirk against your skin. His free hand found your hair and pulled your head back slightly, holding you in place as he stroked circles on your sensitive nub. His tongue traced a line between your breasts and up your throat , pausing at your jaw.

"where has that attitude gone, my lady?"

You try to respond, only a fractured cry leaving you mouth as the knot in your gut tightens and cracks, ripping through in waves of pleasure as you cum. You twitch as his thumb keeps flicking over you, overstimulated, you whine and squirm beneath his touch.

Through blurry eyes, you see his hand move to his trousers, pulling them down enough to free himself. He slowly pulls you forward, his member trailing up and down your slit, teasing, coating him before he slowly slides in.

You cry out at the stretch, inch by inch filling you in a way you couldn't imagine. Lion kissed tears from your eyes as he slowly slid in, words of praise whispered from his lip you never dreamed would come from him, alongside words that made you cunt clench around him.

"good girl"

"you like fucking your lord in the woods?"

"wanted this the whole time? To please your primarch"

"so perfect"

His hips thrust upwards, the tip of his dick pressing into the sweet spot in your center as your mind turned to mush. His hands were on you, grounding your hips as he rutted into you, your own hand bunched into his tabard, clinging to him as you bounced against him.

"l-lion, m'gonna"

He snarled as he fucked into you, his eyes feral and glinting in the light as his bit into your shoulder.

You threw your head back, crying out in pain and pleasure as you came, feeling him twitch inside you as he finished, his teeth marring your tender muscle. His chest heaved beneath you as you collapsed forward, gasping. You could hear the below of his lungs as he sucked in oxygen, coming down from his own high. Thick fingers found your spine, dancing up towards your neck before a soft kiss was placed against your head.

"I'm glad you're coming"

You looked up at him, a cheeky smirk dancing across your mouth and he rolled his eyes, his own smile partially hidden beneath his beard.

"Stop it"

"I didn't say anything, lion!"

"you didn't have to"

You returned your head to his chest, still grinning as you heart finally slowed down.

I could get used to this

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Kink the 1st - Shibari

Summary: After a bad day, all you want is some downtime with your boyfriend. And downtime includes some rope and a whole lotta fun.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word count: 4,693

Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI, bdsm, shibari (using rope), oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kiddos), aftercare, lots of fluff, sex with a lil humour sprinkled in as a treat, just quite sweet really? porn with plot, softdom!Eddie, sub!reader, reader has a vagina, use of petnames (sweetheart, angel etc.)

AN: Massive shoutout to @mantorokk-writes, @steve-harringtons-slut & @charlie-heatons-whxre for giving me a boot up the arse to get Kinktober kicked off! Hoping to do at least once a week? I got ideas for the next one, but if there’s anything you wanna see please lemme know! Hope you enjoy!!

You’d both had a hell of a day.

Everything that could go wrong, had gone utterly wrong. Murphy’s law, and all that. Work had been a drag; usually, you could have sworn the diner was cursed or haunted, considering how temperamental the old machinery in there could be. Today? Today, you were sure gremlins had snuck in during the night shift and were determined to fuck with you any way possible. The coffee machine went bust, the dishwasher refused to turn on, and to top it all off, your boss was in one of his shitty moods.

You’d finished up your day shift in a mood that caused your whole features to harden, practically scowling the whole way on your walk home. Usually, you didn’t mind the twenty minutes it took to get to your little run down home, but it was just that little bit too cold to be pleasant, and you’d forgotten your jacket on your rush out the door. Yet another straw to the camel’s back, and you could feel yourself beginning to break.

Though the dark cloud looming over your head didn’t shift fully, it lightened a few shades as soon as you stepped through your front door. The place was pretty run down; when you had first moved in, you could tell the previous owner was still firmly stuck in the 60’s. Wallpaper peeled off the walls, stained jaundice from cigarette smoke, and the kitchen was in desperate need of a renovation, “A fixer upper,” Eddie had told you, when you’d first seen it with him. At first, it all felt like too much. Sure, it was the only thing you two could sensibly afford, but it was hard to see the bigger picture. Luckily, Eddie could see that picture clearly. You kind of missed that honeymoon phase now, when you’d first moved in and spent your free weekends decorating. Painting the walls side by side as the radio played, only getting into a paint fight once. Alright, two times, but you couldn’t leave Eddie that smug that he was the victor. He was quite the handyman, as it turned out. Wayne had come to help, lugging heavy toolboxes, and the Munson men had got to work fixing loose fittings and squeaky hinges. You’d supplied the beer and lunch, watching the two men from a distance as you painted old photo frames that you’d thrifted.

Your home wasn’t perfect. A lot of the furniture didn’t match – a few pieces plucked from various dumpsters around town, the rest second-hand – some doors still had to be jiggled just right to open and close, and your oven seemed to have an attitude problem. But it was yours and Eddie’s. Various photos of moments of your relationship together dotted surfaces and walls, his beloved posters hung neatly in different rooms. His amps and guitars in the living room, your battered old record player and collection of vinyls beside them. Home wasn’t bricks and mortar. It was a feeling. It was feeling safe, and secure, and remembering that the stain on your couch was thanks to Dustin spilling Pepsi when he jumped out of his skin during a Halloween movie night. It was a feeling that soon, Eddie would be home, and you could ease each other’s minds without having to put much effort in.

You heard the roar of his van while you were making dinner, music blasting and no doubt pissing off the neighbours even further. By the time you took the plates out of the cabinet, you heard the front door unlock, Eddie’s voice calling out he was home. You could tell instantly that he had just as much of a shit day as you had by voice alone. The usually melodic timbre now sombre and flat, sounding bone tired. As he came into the kitchen, though he graced you with a smile, it didn’t quite reach his eyes like it usually did. It made your heart slightly ache as you frowned at him. “Bad day?”

He hummed in agreement, hands coming up to scrub his face as he leaned against the counter. “Phil’s been riding my ass all day,” he murmured through his palms, arms dropping as he winced. “Shit, sorry baby. Didn’t mean to come in and just start complainin’.”

“No, tell me about it,” you said as you shook your head, busying yourself with serving up as Eddie moved to set the table. No matter what mood you were both in, it was a routine heavily engrained by now. Whoever cooked, the other would set the table and clean up after. Pretty much muscle memory, at this point.

“First of all, Tina called in to let us know that her kid had broken his arm falling out of a damn tree, so I was left to fend for myself. Then the shipment for that Dirty Dancing album still didn’t show yet again, and I had to deal with hormonal teenagers complaining no fuckin’ end about something I have no control over, y’know? It’s like they expect me to magically pull CD’s out of my ass or something.”

You nodded along as he complained about his day, pottering around the kitchen to grab a couple of beers and finally sitting yourself down at the dinner table. As Eddie talked between mouthfuls of food, you could see him starting to ever so slowly unwind. Having someone to vent to always helped him, and no doubt he was hangry from not being able to grab more than a couple of bites at work. He loved working at the record store, for the most part. He knew about music probably better than anything else, and it was usually slow and steady work when new releases that swept Hawkins like wildfire were readily available. But it seemed like for the both of you, today was just one of those days.

“But enough about me,” he sighed after a few moments of silence, grabbing his beer and taking a sip. “What about you? You look tired.”

“Feel tired,” you chuckled, shrugging as you leaned back in your chair. “Just the diner gremlins acting up again. You know, the usual.”

“Ah,” he nodded, clicking his teeth with his tongue. “Should really cast banishment in that place.”

The serious tone of his voice, mixed with that whisper of a smirk, never failed to make you smile. “Yeah, should really get on that,” you nodded with a mock look of sincerity. “Hard to find any warlocks around town, though.”

You both smiled, tensions easing as you fell into that comfortable bliss that you could both create with one another. The rest of the meal was spent with small talk; everything and nothing, including Eddie asking you if you’d still love him if he was a worm for some reason. To which you replied honestly. Of course. Only the finest soil and decaying leaves for worm Eddie. That seemed to cheer him up.

At first, you wondered if he wanted to just cuddle for the night, considering how you both had a long day. But it seemed that the good meal had given you both energy, and all it had took for you to agree with his slightly raised eyebrow as he suggested going to the bedroom for a bit of playtime was that certain look in his darkened eye as he gestured his head towards the stairs. It was something you both enjoyed often, especially when both of your minds were racing. A way to turn your brains off, for one to relinquish control and the other to reclaim it. Working in tandem to a headspace where nothing but each other’s bodies existed, soft inhales and exhales between locked lips and soft sounds of ecstasy. And by the look on Eddie’s face, he needed it just as badly as you did.

…

“Turn around a little for me, angel.”

It had felt like hours since you started, but you knew it was realistically not too long ago. The sun had settled behind the horizon just before you sat down on the bed, the bedroom now softly illuminated by the lamps on the bedside table. Eddie had taken his time undressing you, pressing kisses to your skin after each layer was dropped to the floor, beginning to sink you into that place in your mind where everything became slightly fuzzy and dreamlike. He had chosen the hemp rope from the selection that you had both acquired that lived in the bottom drawer of your dresser, and you slowly closed your eyes as you relaxed into the feeling of the soft strands whispering across your skin as he worked.

From the endless conversations that you’d had with Eddie about using rope, you knew it had just as much of an effect on him as it did for you. But it came from another angle. Where you were happy to give up the control for the however hours it took, revelling in the sensation of being restrained and cared for, he found it intensely helpful to have a single thing to work on. He wasn’t thinking about work, or bills, or the trash that needed to be taken out. He was thinking of the intricate folding and gentle tugging of the rope to create works of beauty that made you look so ethereal, so beautiful, nothing else but the here and now. It soothed his mind that was constantly racing about a hundred different things at once, and it was nice to have a repetitive, comforting task. And you have to admit, he was getting really good at it. He would spend hours pouring over books that he got from God knows where, always wanting to try new positions or knots. And you were more than happy to indulge.

Tonight, he had chosen his favourite ties. A pentagram harness that decorated your chest and cupped your breasts, using the extra length to secure your arms in a box tie. Both hands cupping your elbows as comfortably as they could, with enough rope to let them rely on the strands to hold them up. He was getting started on your legs, and judging by the way he wanted you kneeling and the two lengths of red rope in his hands, you had an idea with what he wanted.

Shifting yourself as much as you could with his helpful grip on you, you turned to face the foot of the bed, halfway down the length of it to give you enough space. His warm hands lingered on your skin, smoothing over it as you softly sighed at the sensation.

“Still with me?” he whispered, taking great effort not to be too loud in case it startled you. He knew that you were more fragile in this state, always attentive to when your shoulders slightly sagged and your lips parted. You nodded slightly, and you heard him huff in slight amusement as he gently squeezed your knee. “Need to hear you, baby.”

“Still here,” you murmured, taking a second to take a deep breath before you opened your eyes. Your gaze drifted to him, and you could melt under the look he was giving you. It wasn’t the hard, steely glare that he sometimes had when you played rough, the one that sent shock waves to your core. The look still held control, but God, he was looking at you like you were the finest masterpiece that he’d ever laid eyes on. It made you feel like a priceless piece of artwork in the best way possible; like you were made to be looked upon and revered, worshipped even. But you wanted him to continue, and to finally sink into that place where nothing existed outside of those four walls. “I’m green, Eds.”

He smiled at your use of the traffic light system that you used – green for continue, orange for slow down and red to stop completely – and pressed one final kiss to your temple before he resumed his work. As you suspected, it was a frog tie. Your thigh secured to your calves, making it impossible to move your legs and keeping you kneeling. You opened your eyes just enough to watch his face as he secured the final ties, and you couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the way the tip of his tongue was peeking from his lips, eyes narrowed as deft fingers pulled and knotted the strands. He must have caught you staring out of his periphery, a small smile pulling at the corners of his mouth as he tucked away the loose ends and leaned back to take you in. “Well, aren’t you lookin’ all pretty? Gimme a lil wiggle, gorgeous.”

You did as he asked, being careful not to topple over as you struggled against the restraints. Just like you knew would happen, the ropes didn’t yield, sparks shooting down your spine and straight to your pussy when you realised that you were truly helpless. You could feel how wet you’d become during his work, most likely already forming a damp spot on the sheets. You knew he liked to watch you squirm, and you could tell it was having an effect on him. He was still fully clothed for now; you knew it was for a reason. A non-verbal show of who had the power, and it fuelled your headspace like logs to a fire. But you wanted him to touch you so bad, to finally give that part of you attention that was now grabbing all your attention, and you let out a small whine as you bit your lip, giving him your most sultry look to try and entice him.

Eddie could read you like a book. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, yet he was seemingly playing the clueless card as he tilted his head. “Something the matter, baby?” he asked, a brow raised as he smirked.

“Please,” you mewled, knees separating even further to expose just how soaked you were. “Please Eds, need you to touch me.”

“But I have been,” he countered, face slowly morphing into one of knowing as he tutted once. “That’s it, isn’t it baby? Need me to take care of you? Need me to touch that pretty little pussy of yours?”

You nodded frenetically, letting out another small noise of need as you desperately tried to gain some friction on your clit, trying to rut against the bed and failing to gain any contact thanks to the position you were in. “Please, I wan’ it,” you whimpered, worrying your lower lip between your teeth.

You watched as he reached behind you, laying down two pillows behind your back and pressing a large palm to your chest, fingers curling under the pentagram of your tie as his other hand rested on the back of your head. Gently laying you down with a show of control that had you reeling, you settled on your back, thankful that the pillows left a gap for your arms to slot into, making the position a lot more comfortable. Your knees came up closer to your chest, falling to the sides and exposing you even more than your previous position. Eddie towered over you, sitting on his haunches as his eyes followed every curve and dip of your body, a look of hunger evident in his eyes as his palms skated over the insides of your thighs. So close to where you wanted him, but not enough. Not nearly enough. “You know the rules, baby. You gotta ask me real nicely,” he murmured, a small smirk on his face as he relished in the power.

“Pleeeease.” Your voice sounded so small, elongating every character or the word as your back arched. “Please Sir, please make me feel good. Need it so badly, wan’ you to make me come so much.”

You knew the honorific would wreck him, and judging by the low groan he let out, you were going to have what you wanted. “How can I resist when you say it all pretty like that?” he said, voice gruff and low in the way that it did whenever he wanted you. You watched as he shifted down the bed, laying on his front as he peppered your innermost thighs with kisses. “Gonna keep those legs open for me like a good girl, sweetheart?”

You nodded vigorously. You’d agree to anything, do anything, sell your soul to the fucking Devil if it finally meant having his mouth on you. And fuck, you almost came when he licked a languid stripe from your entrance to your clit, latching onto the sensitive bud as his tongue swirled around it. Your eyes screwing shut as your head tipped back, the sensations of his moans vibrating against your cunt as he continued his ministrations sending you barrelling towards your climax that much quicker. All you could hear were the sinful sounds of wetness and messy kisses to your slit, Eddie’s mumbles against your skin of “you taste so fucking good,” and “so wet f’ me,” making your legs shake as you rutted against his mouth, desperate for your release. You felt his finger enter you, one at first, hilted to the last knuckle before a second joined it, curling until it hit that spot that made you see stars behind your eyes, that coil deep in your gut tightening and tightening until it reached a near unbearable tension.

“Gonna- Fuck Eds, please, gonna…” You could barely think, barely speak under his skilled tongue and hands, but you wanted his permission. Knowing that with it, you could come undone even harder, until the tiny remains of thoughts finally slipped out of your grasp. All you wanted to feel was the bliss, and to know that he was the one causing it.

“Come for me baby, I got you,” he urged, fingers pumping into you eyen faster, words garbled as he didn’t let up from his task of swirling the tip of his tongue against your bud in dizzyingly fast movements. “Let go.”

It was his words, a final jab to your sweet spot inside you, and a soft suck to your clit that finally snapped the last remaining threads of your tether to reality. Your jaw fell slack into a silent scream, back arched and head thrown back as you tightened around his fingers, hips bucking as you rode out your orgasm. The restraints fuelling it, elongating it, as you writhed underneath them and found no escape. The pure hedonistic ecstasy causing your walls to pulse, even after Eddie removed his fingers from you.

Crowding over you after you managed to catch your breath and wrench your eyes open, Eddie kissed you with fervour, all teeth and tongue as he settled his weight onto his forearms on either side of your head. You could taste yourself on him, a pleasant tang that you grew to love whenever he kissed you after going down on you, the shame long gone about it. “You doing okay?” he murmured between kisses, lips trailing down your chin and across the length of your jaw.

“Green,” you managed to whisper, suddenly needy for him again, now he was finally on top of you. You craved him; you craved the fullness of his cock deep inside you, knowing it’d send you toppling over the edge again. During the moments of your comedown he must have got undressed, since you could feel his bare chest against yours, causing the rope to rub against your skin deliciously with his every movement. “More, please. Need you more, Eds. Fuck me.”

He huffed out a small laugh, now tracing his canines over the soft flesh of your neck, soothing it with his tongue afterwards. “Planning on it, pretty girl. Just gotta check you first, ‘kay?”

You were confused for a second, until he pulled away enough to turn you to your side. You felt his fingers gently pinch the tip of your own, checking for good blood flow. You couldn’t help but smile as you felt it, adoring how even in this moment, he would forgo his own pleasure just in case there was a hint of you being uncomfortable. “Feels fine,” you nodded reassuringly, words ever so slightly slurred. “Can go on for a bit longer.”

You were starting to come back to yourself, though everything was still hazy. Like your mind was replaced with cotton wool, like a fogged up mirror after a hot shower. Placing you back down gently, he smiled as he kissed you again, feeling the expression against your own lips. One of his hands reached between your bodies, and you felt the tip of his cock rub against your slit, eliciting a high pitched keen from you that he gleefully swallowed down as his tongue explored your mouth.

Eddie could be patient, when he wanted to be. And right now? Now, he was pacing you, stretching you out so slowly you thought you would combust. You swore you could feel every vein and ridge of his cock, each thrust stealing the air from your lungs as his lips never left your own. You could hear his soft grunts and whines as a hand comes up to stroke your hair away from your face, his hips setting a slow pace when he finally bottomed out into you.

The fact that this was lovemaking so tender, so stark against your restrained body clad in rope, that made it all the more intense. It’s not like he didn’t have the tendency to be rough with you on other occasions, and as much as you loved it, you were thankful that he chose tonight to worship your body. The bad day you had was so far away, when all you could feel was him, the way he rutted into you so carefully, as if you were made of fine china. The hand that tucked away the errant hairs came down to explore you, brush against your pebbled nipples, one after the other, trailing down your stomach and to where of you both met. Circling around your sensitive clit and made your cries even louder. You knew you weren’t gonna last long.

“M’close,” you managed to puff out, wriggling as much as your prone position afforded you to fuck back against him, the urge to come again starting to balloon inside you, until it was all you wanted.

“Me too,” he replied through gritted teeth, pace beginning to get irregular and more frantic as his hand settled on your hip for leverage. “Come with me baby, ‘kay? Can feel you getting so tight, shit.”

All that could be heard were your mixed sounds of pleasure; his grunts and low moans, your high keens and mewls as you tightened around him, walls pulsing and milking him for all that you could. You felt him twitch inside you, the tightening of his jaw the indicator that he was finally there. He spilled into you for what felt like hours, hips still rutting into you as if to push his cum as deep into you as you possibly could, and you loved the sensation of it. He finally slumped after the last few groans, resting his forehead on yours as he panted hard to catch his breath. You were doing the same, and you loved how you seemed to be breathing in tandem. His exhale to your inhale, and vice versa. Sharing air in a way that felt so intimate, making your head spin as you started to finally come down.

You both lay there what felt like an age, until the ache of your joints finally started to seep in, reality hitting you that you’d been in the same position for a while. Eddie must have picked up on your squirming, pressing one last kiss to your temple before slowly pulling out of you. You gently whined at the loss, and he smiled at it, giving you an apologetic look as he kneeled in between your legs and started to untie them. “You back to Earth yet, space cadet?” he asked you, the little quip making you giggle.

“Getting there,” you nodded, slightly hissing as he ever so gently started to ease your left leg straight, discomfort shooting through your muscles as he did so.

“I know baby,” he murmured, soothing you as he gently massaged your thighs and calves to get the blood flow back to them. “Sorry, should’a thought to let your legs go before I fucked you.”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” you smiled, looking down at him as he worked on the other leg. “Was really fuckin’ hot being fucked like that.”

“God, it really was,” he wistfully sighed, taking a second to marvel at the indents that the rope left on your skin. Tracing his calloused fingertips over them, the motion making you bite your bottom lip and let out a soft moan at how good it felt. “Take it you wouldn’t mind doing this tie combination again?”

“Would I mind,” you scoffed, a playfulness coming back to you as you nudged his waist with your ankle. “If you make me come like that again, you can do it whenever you want.”

“Noted,” he smirked, tossing you a wink as he reached forward to carefully take hold of your shoulders. “Gonna help you sit up, if that’s okay?”

You nodded, allowing him to guide you until you were sitting as he settled you on his chest. You perched your head onto his shoulder, breathing in the scent of his cologne and a smell that could only be described as Eddie as you nuzzled into his neck. “Y’ smell good,” you mumbled into the skin.

You felt his laugh rumble though his chest against yours more than you heard it. “I probably smell like nothing but sweat at this point, sweetheart,” he answered, carefully letting your arms fall to your sides as he took care in massaging them like he had done your legs. “Been at work all day and just came so hard I think I saw God for a minute. Need a shower after all that.”

“Noooo,” you whined, wrapping your arms around his neck now they were finally free, hating the idea of him leaving your embrace. “Shower later. Cuddles first.”

Though it surely made his task more difficult, he didn’t make you separate from him as he uncoiled the rest of the harness around your chest, shushing you gently as he carefully pulled the beginning knot from around your middle. “M’ not goin’ anywhere yet, sweetheart. Cuddles first, promise.”

That appeased you enough, letting your eyes close as you felt yourself be gently moved until you were laying down, your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat begin to slow to a normal pace. He only shifted you one more time, so he could pull the blankets up over you, making sure you were tucked in and warm enough as he kissed the crown of your head. “Did so well f’ me, angel. Such a good girl.”

Your only answer was a small hum of acknowledgement, sleep starting to pull at your mind as you began to drift away. You were so cosy, and so warm and felt so loved. You could barely remember what had led you here, to this moment. All you knew was that before, you were having a bad day. Now, you were finally so relaxed that you couldn’t find it within yourself to move.

“You fallin’ asleep on me baby?” Eddie whispered, sounding amused as he stroked soothing patterns up and down your spine, the motion aiding you in drifting off.

You vaguely remember nodding, before you finally dozed off. And you could remember him saying something about a shower, but you were too blissed out to worry about that. Knowing Eddie, he’d probably wake you up in a while to clean you up and get you changed into fresh pyjamas. But right now, all you wanted was him. To feel him so close to you, and to feel protected and cherished in his arms.

And you felt exactly that.

[vibeswithisha]

Cw:Smut, Oral (female receives) 

Connie was infatuated by you, your eyes, your body, your melanin skin. Everything was just so perfect to him. That’s why you’re laid on your back, legs up being held by Connie in the dim lit bedroom as his tongue is deep in your slick folds. “o-omg Connie” you moan as your eyes wander down at Connie between your thighs, Connie has been gone all day delivering to his customers and you missing him caught a attitude about him being gone for so long.

“ I know mama..but this is what you wanted right?” Connie said as he continued to stuck his tongue deeper into your slick folds, he told one hand off your leg letting it go, bringing his hand to your wet folds, sticking two fingers in thrusting them inside.“I-I’m sorry papa..please..I can’t t-take it” you begged as you whined, you felt close to your fourth orgasm of the night, eyes rolling to the back of your head and attempting to close your legs.

“Open them fucking legs up mama, stop playing with me” Connie said in a deep voice. Connie was determined to give you what you wanted and make you cum all night. “B-baby I can’t hold it anymore” you moaned as you placed your hands on his black durag he was wearing trying to push him away. “Go ahead mama m’ right here cum for me pretty girl” Connie told you as he was licking your folds in a face pace nosed stuffed in your wet pussy. He didn’t have to tell you more than once as you came to you fourth orgasm, feeling the once pressure you felt released squirting all over connie’s face and the silk sheets. “That’s right pretty girl squirt for papa” Connie moaned as he licked up the juices from the mess you had made. “I ain’t done with you, yet turn over pretty girl” Connie said as he stood up from your in between your thighs. 

You knew you was in trouble. 

[lily-loves-konig]

Sexual tension(Ghost X Reader)

CW:Smut

“So you two will be going on an undercover mission, Ghost unfortunately, we’ll have to go as Simon for this mission, although you will not be going under your real identities ghost you will just have to go without the mask.” Price paused “If you do wear your mask, it will lead to suspicion and you would most likely get caught.” Hearing this made Simons blood run cold, he immediately didn’t wanna do the undercover mission anymore.

Y/N looked at him with an apologetic look mouthing the words ‘I’m sorry’ to him. He was annoyed, but agreed anyways. “Y/N will be your ‘date’,” it was your turn for your blood to run cold, you’ve always had a small thing for Ghost and this was definitely not going to help whatsoever.

Price continued talking about the mission and when he had finished he let you both out of the briefing room to change into your undercover clothes. It was a formal event so you went with a red spaghetti strap silk slip dress that hugged your curves perfectly and black pumps. You had some makeup on a red lip, sparkly smoky eyes, and some light blush. You’re hair was curled into light beach waves and was put into a half up half down look, the half up part looked like a rose while the rest of your hair cascaded down your back.

Ghost on the other hand was wearing a black tuxedo with a red undershirt so you two would match more and look like a couple, his hair was gelled and his stubble was trimmed and styled as well. He had walked out of his bathroom at the same time you walked out of yours you we’re fixing the top of your dress and weren’t paying attention to your surroundings. You had bumped into him you had almost fell over before he caught you by your waist.

“Im sorry Simon,” you said “ I was fixing my dress and I wasn’t paying attention,” while you were rambling on with apologies he got a good look at you, ‘holy fucking shit, she looks fantastic…’ he thought, he felt himself get hot, ‘ oh shit…’ he realized that he was getting turned on by you and quickly set you back on you feet mumbling“ Its fine just be careful next time” while walking away, ‘He hates me, he didn’t even say anything about my appearance, he looked amazing in that suit. He can really clean himself up.’ Your thoughts were running a thousand miles a minute.

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It was time to leave for the mission, Simon was to remain nameless, while Y/N was given the name Lena Partchaklove. When they arrived Simon when silent and got tense. Y/N couldn’t tell why he was so tense, little did you know all of the men in any 7 foot radius of you were gawking at your body saying inappropriate things about you and what they would do with you. He didn’t like what they were saying.

Simon was enraged and filled with jealousy, but why he felt that, he had no clue. It’s not like you were actually his, it was a mission nothing more nothing less, but he couldn’t ignore that stinging sensation in his heart. He couldn’t ignore the feeling he got from your hand lightly brushing against his while walking together. He couldn’t ignore the way your smile made him feel, the one that you reserved for him and only him.

It was electric. You being near him, made him feel alive in ways that he thought he would never be alive in. he wanted you to be his, and only his, and that night he made it a promise to himself that he would you his.

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You were looking for the server room where they kept their computers. You had a realize that it was on the second floor and the stairs to go up there were guarded. Luckily, you were able to seduce them, and you led them away from the stairs when you finally led them to the center area, you slipped away back to the stairs not realizing Ghost saw everything.

Simon was extremely jealous, you had flirted with two other men in front of him. He was pissed. When you two got to the server room, he pinned you against one of the walls. “What the fuck was that Y/N?!” He whispered-shouted “Wha- Simon what the hell?!” You whispered back, confused as to what he was talking about.

“ Flirting with those guards right in front of me you think I wouldn’t get jealous about that?! Newsflash sweetheart, I’m a very jealous person and, I don’t like the shit you just pulled.” He said fuming, “ I didn’t know Simon, Jesus. I’m just doing my job.” You fired back.

He was so close to you, he was pressed against you. You could feel his erected cock rubbing against your thigh. He made the first move, he started a heavy makeout session with you. You could feel him getting impatient. “Please Simon..” you begged wanting more friction between your legs, he happily obliged to your begging, rubbing his hand against your pussy. He put his hand underneath your dress and started rubbing your clit it circles, “ oh my fucking god, Simon” you moaned out you couldn’t control yourself anymore. You needed him.

You got down on your knees and pulled his cock out of his pants and boxers he was about 7 inches long 2 inches in girth. ‘How the fuck is this going to fit’ you thought, you started sucking his cock swallowing hard around it. You started to gag, and that drove him insane. He grabbed onto your head pushing it all the way down his cock, making you gag and slobber more, he was groaning so loudly at that “ fuck, good girl Y/N, such a good girl for me taking my cock so well” he praised.

He pushed your head back down one more time before cumming down your throat, “Swallow it all like a good whore” he said his voice raspy. You showed him that you did. “Good girl, you deserve a reward..” he said picking you up and putting you on a nearby desk, he got on his knees and started eating you out and fingering your sweet pussy.

He groaned at the way you tasted, he pulled his finger out, making you whine before bringing it to your face so you could taste yourself. He stuck his finger back in and added a second, sucking your clit and slurping up your juices. Once he felt you were prepared enough he got to his feet and put the tip of his cock at your entrance, “ are you ready?” He asked “ Just put it in already!” You begged, he did just that, waiting for you to give him the go ahead to move, he was struggling with how tight you were his hips wanting to buck into you immediately. “Simon please” as soon as he heard those words he was bucking into you hard and fast.

He grabbed your hair forcing you to look at him destroying your insides, he put his hand on your stomach and pushed ever so slightly and it had you screaming. He made you come 4 times while he only came once, he let go of your hair and gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises. He leaned down to your face and started kissing you, he made his way to your neck leaving hickeys and love bites all over. Your nails were digging into his back as he fucked you desperately trying to reach his own orgasm. He was close to it and you were close to your fifth orgasm, “ We cum, fuuuck, together? Okay Y/N, you feel so good, oh my fucking god..” You felt the knot getting tighter and he did too. “On the count of three, one, two, three” he groaned, pulled out and came on my stomach. He cleaned me up and helped me get dressed. “You’re mine now Y/N, got it?” He said, “Yours.” I said back.

[ikyoudreamofme]

GHOSTFACE

A/N: Jake in the ghost face costume Is the sexiest thing I’ve seen all year. Yum😋. I don’t know why every story I write has a party in. I’ve never seen a Katy Perry costume so let’s be unique.Also I started writing this before their actual party so.✌🏼

CW:smut,unprotected, p in v, kinda public, bathroom sex, choking?, oral (M receiving)

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Jake and Johnnie threw a Halloween party every year and you were invited due to being Jake’s girlfriend. Of course the fans would expect you two to match but knowing Jake he would do something completely off the rails. You had been planning your Halloween costume for months wanting it to be perfect. You chose to be Katy Perry from the Roar music video. You got a cheetah print strapless top and tied it in the front. For the skirt you bought a pair of black booty shorts and covered it in fake leaves and lined the top with flowers.

You came downstairs after putting on your heels writing for your Tara to arrive you Hadn’t seen her costume but she told you it was insane. You didn’t know what to expect. She called you telling you she had arrived you grabbed a small purse putting your phone and keys in it leaving towards her car.

You got in and immediately started l laughing. She was Bart Simpson. “Tara how do you even think of these costumes omg.” You said in-between laughs. She just shrugs and smiles at you. Tara drives to Jake’s house you both sit in silence wondering what at Jake’s wearing he told you it was a surprise. You walk in Tara behind you, Johnnie and Grace are downstairs on the couch. “Hey guys!” Tara shouts making them look towards you guys. They both get up walking over to you two. “you guys looks so good omg.”you compliment, Grace thanks you hugging you. “Y/n what even are you supposed to be.” Johnnie says looking at your costume. Grace looks at him shocked. “She’s Katy Perry from Roar!” He just nods still confused. “Where’s Jake?” You ask looking for him. Johnnie tells you he’s upstairs.

You Knock on his door and hear a faint “yeah?” You open the door walking in seeing Jake in front of his mirror sorting his hair out before putting a ghost face mask on. Your jaw falls slack slightly and your heartbeat increases you bite your lip walking over to him standing beside him the height difference very clear. He looks down at you and takes the mask off smiling. “You look really good.” Jake mentions putting his hands around your waist. “You are so hot Jake” you say pulling him in for a kiss which he reciprocates.

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People start arriving and the party starts you’re talking to a couple friends and see Jake out of the corner of your eye, you turn your heads staring at him. All you could think about was how good he would look in the mirror, while you were bent over, with the mask on. He must have read your mind or something because he walks over to you and your friends. “Can I steal her for a minute?” He ask his hand on the small of your back. Your friends nod saying bye to you. “You keep staring, don’t act like I don’t see you.” Jake says pulling into the bathroom talking the mask off. You stay quiet trying to control your breathing. Jake pushes you against the wall kissing you aggressively. You kiss him back pulling him closer to you wrapping your arms around his neck. His hand goes to your throat and lightly squeezes on it. You gasp, his tongue slips into your mouth, your hand moves to his wrist getting him to loosen his grip on your neck which he does.

Jake trails kisses down your neck, sucking on your collarbone leaving dark purple marks. His hands drop to your top untying it letting it fall to your feet leaving you bare. His eyes fall to where your top once was, you could see them lighten up with lust and need. He quickly pulled down your skirt, thong along with it. He pushes you down onto your knees unbuckling his belt pulling it out of the loops and throwing it to the side.

Your hands go to his waistband in pulling his pants and boxers down, you look up at him taking his dick into your mouth. His head falls back and his hand falls back into your hair making a ponytail. “Fuck y/n..” Jake groans pushing your head down. You look up at him tears in your eyes as he thrusts his hips to your face.

“M’gonna come y/n.” Jake groans leaning his free hand on the wall in front of him. You move your hand to the base of his dick. “Shit baby..”Jake moans

He pulls you up telling you to jump, he grabs your thighs placing you onto the counter. He runs his hands down your hips pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. He lines himself up with your entrance and thrusts into you. You gasp grasping onto his shoulder, nails scratching him leaving red lines. “Oh my gosh..” you moan out head falling back on the mirror. Jake smirks pounding harder into you.

“Jake I’m s’close please.” You whimper squeezing your eyes shut,he pulls out and you snap your eyes open a frown forming on your lips. He pulls you down turning you around pushing you to lean over the sink. He thrust straight into you with no warning, you moan at it his name loudly looking up in the mirror. The ghost face mask has fallen over his face, Jake removes his hand from your hip to take it off. You grab his arm shaking you head aggressively. “Leave it on..” you say in a whisper your voice hoarse.

You feel a familiar knot form in you lower stomach, your hands reach behind you trying to slow down Jake’s movements. He grabs your wrists pinning behind you. “You close? Gonna cum f’me baby?” Jake talks all you can do is moan in response. He takes that as a yes and speeds up.

The knot in your stomach snaps and you break moanly loudly as Hake pulls you so your back is against his chest, your head falls on his shoulder.

[thatonegirlonhere]

Over view: You, Bakugo, and kirishima, are roomates and you admit a secret to them during truth or dare

Cw:smut, reader pov, multiple orgasms, threesome, squirting, etc. Etc.

You were sitting in a circle on the carpet of your guys’ shared living room playing a good ol’ fashion game of truth or dare with your roomates katsuki bakugo and eijiro kirishima. It took a lot of convincing to get bakugo to play but you somehow managed. You had gone around asking random questions and giving stupid dares until it started to turn..dirty. The questions became a little more nsfw as you went along. The truth questions started with a simple “who was your first kiss” all the way to the current question that bakugo gave you with a smirk. “How many guys have you slept with?” You blushed not really wanting to say. “Come onnnnnn, you gotta answer, you were the one who wanted to play this game in the first place” kirishima said teasingly. You still hadn’t said anything in embarrassment. “It’s the rules princess” bakugo said grinning. “Fine.. 10- but I havnt had sex in over a year.. I gave up” Bakugo and kirishimas eyes shot wide open. “Damnnnn” bakugo said under his breath “What do you mean..gave up?” Kirishima asked. “Ah ah ah it’s my turn now, you’re gonna have to wait until it’s your turn again to ask that question” I replied smirking and kirishima sighed in defeat.

It was now my turn to ask. “Bakugo truth or dare?” “all the dares have been dumb as hell, truth I guess” I smiled “how many women have you slept with?” Bakugo smirked “27” I shot my hand over my mouth “NO FUCKIN WAY! YOURE SUCH A LITTLE MAN WHORE” he started laughing. “Truth or dare y/n” “fuck.. truth” “why did you ‘give up’?” I sighed. “It was never enjoyable, not a single man was able to make me cum. Not one. No orgasms, no cumming, no nothing” “SERIOUSLY?! 10 MEN AND NOT ONE COULD MAKE YOU CUM?!” “Nope” I said shaking my head. “So I just stopped trying” “I bet we could make you cum” bakugo said smirking. “I doubt it” bakugo and kirishima looked at each other deviously smirking. Not a single man could make me cum and I doubt they could either. “I bet Youve never made a girl cum, if I had the money, I’d bet money that all of the girls you’ve slept with faked all their orgasms” bakugo looked visibly shocked. I looked at kirishima as it was his turn due to us going clockwise rather than the typical ‘whoever got asked, asks next’ rule. “Truth or dare y/n” “UGH WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE ME AGAIN I DONT WANNA ANSWER ANYMORE QUESTIONS, DARE!” I shouted jokingly. “I dare you to let us try to make you cum”. My jaw dropped. I was shocked. No way! No way!! They are my friends! “Absolutely not” I said with a straight face. “Come on princess, a dare is a dare.” I sighed. “Fine. A dare is a dare. But if you can’t make me cum you each owe me a hundred dollars.” “Deal” bakugo and kirishima said in unison. “And if we succeed?” Bakugo asks. “Since I have practically no money, I’ll do the dishes for a month” “that’s fine with me, what about you bakugo?” “Perfectly fine” he says smirking. Bakugo stands up and walks over to me then squats down in front of me. “You ready for this princess?” I gulp. “Just get it over with” he chuckles and leans down kissing me deeply but I don’t kiss back. He pulls away. “Come on, it’s no fun if you don’t try to get into it” I smirk and grab the collar of his shirt pulling his face forward and smashing my lips against his. Kirishimas eyes shoot open as he sits behind me and starts to kiss and suck on my neck almost immediately finding my sweet spot. I accidentally let a slight moan out. Kirishima pulls back. “Found it” and smirks then goes back at it but more rough and I throw my head back breaking the kiss with bakugo “Fuck-“ bakugo chuckles. “This is gonna be easy” I hold up my middle finger biting my lip trying not to moan again. I mentally curse myself at me starting to get wet. “Let’s get this off” kirishima said and bakugo smirked as he pulled my shirt off of me leaving me in just my bra and shorts. I try to cover my chest in embarrassment. “Nah ah ah, a dare is a dare princess, let us do what we gotta’ do” I was still a little hesitant but slowly moved my arms. Bakugo kissed me again and undid my bra with one hand placing the other on my thigh. “This man deadass just undid my bra with one fucking hand without even looking at the clasp…” I thought to myself. He placed a hand on my chest and started massaging one of my breasts.I bit my lip once again trying to suppress a moan. I was holding back until he put his mouth on my nipple licking and sucking gently. “Mm~ fuck” bakugo chuckled at my reaction.

I could feel how soaked I was. Kirishima yanked my hair and my head went back to look at him. He smashed his lips against mine as bakugo continued to suck on my tits. I whimpered into the kiss and I could feel bakugo smirk against my chest. “I think that’s enough foreplay I mean look at her” bakugo and kirishima stopped and looked me up and down. My face was flushed and I was breathing heavy not even realizing that I was rubbing my legs together to try and get some friction. “I think it’s time for these to go” bakugo looked at my shorts. Quickly he pulled my shorts and underwear off at the same time and they both stared down my entire naked body. “Look at her bakubro. She’s soaked!” Kirishima said noticing the juices pooling in between my legs. No man has ever even managed to get me this far. Half of them couldn’t even get me wet let alone make me moan for real. I tried to look away to hide my blush and bakugo reached up and grabbed my face to look at him. “You’re going to watch every bit of what I’m about to do t’you, got it princess?” I whimpered nodding my head. “Kirishima hold her still, she’s about to be shaking like hell in just a moment” bakugo smirked. Kirishima quickly grabbed my arms and held them behind my back with one hand and wrapped the other around my neck. “Just don’t forget to leave some for me” kirishima responded quickly. “Don’t worry, she’s going to be cumming way more than once tonight, you’ll get your chance” “I doubt you could even do it once” I said between heavy breaths. “Mhm, sure, keep denying it princess, you’re the one who’s going to be doing dishes for a month” bakugo quickly retorted before gently pressing down on my clit with his thumb. I moaned immediately. No mad I have slept with has even been able to find the clit. I squeezed my eyes shut as he started moving his thumb in circles. He tapped my cheek with his other hand “did you not hear me when I told you that you’re going to watch?” I forced my eyes open as he switched to two fingers on my clit and moved them quickly and started quietly moaning trying to hold back. I dug my nails into my palm as I was unable to hold onto anything and kirishima squeezed my throat a bit tighter and I let out a now fully audible moan. Kirishima and bakugo both laughed and bakugo switched back to just his thumb rappidly rubbing my clit and slipped two fingers inside curling them to hit my g-spot immediately. “AH FUCK-“ I screamed out. How the hell did this man find it so quickly. None of the men that have fingered me ever reached it. He started pumping his fingers in and out as my hole clenched around nothing. He moved his fingers in and out faster and I squeezed my eyes shut unable to hold back from the pleasure. “Don’t cum yet princess I still gotta finish stretching you out so you can take my cock” how big is this man’s dick that he has to actually prep me.. he slipped a third finger in and my back arched. “Not ah~ Fuck Gonna c-“ I cut myself off with a Loud moan as he pumped and curled is fingers repeatedly. “F-FUCK” “damn bakugo? Is she gonna cum just from your fingers?” Kirishima said laughing. My hips started bucking so he took his hand off my neck and held my hips down. Bakugo aomehow managed to move his fingers in and out even faster. “FUCK AH- T-TOO MUCH” my legs were shaking violently as I screamed. I felt the know building up in my stomach that only builds when I do it myself. I have to hold back. I can’t let myself cum just from his fingers. I cant let him make me cum at all. All of a sudden one of his fingers slipped into my ass and I immediately came. “F- AHH-“ kirishima and bakugo started laughing. “How pathetic, such a little slut, cumming from just my fingers. I didn’t even have to use my mouth.” “I guess I’m- doing dishes- for a month” I said breathing heavy between words. “Oh, did you think we were done?” Kirishima asked condescendingly. I listened nervously at the sound of a belt unbuckling. I looked up and bakugos pants dropped to the floor. I was at a loss of words at how big his dick was. “Do you think it’ll fit?” Kirishima asked

“I’ll make it fit” bakugo said smirking as he picked me up and put me on the couch spreading my legs” I looked at him nervously. There is absolutely no way his dick is going to fit inside. “Bakugo spread my legs and and brushed the tip against my already sensitive clit and I whined. “I’ll go slow okay princess?” I nodded my head hesitantly. Kirishima unbuckled his pants as well palming himself through his boxers. Bakugo pushed the tip in and I cried out in pain. “T-TOO BIG” “I guess you didn’t prep her enough bakubro” “she’ll adjust” bakugo quickly responded and pushed himself in further. I screamed again gripping the couch with tears running down my face hoping that my body would adjust. Bakugo slammed into me bottoming out. “F- AH TOO- BIG-“ I screamed out again. “I’ll wait to move, I’m not all that bad” I layed there in pain until slowly the pain subsided. I nodded my head signaling for him to move. He slowly pulled out then pushed himself back roughly. I tossed my head back and screamed “MM~ FUCK~” “one second bakugo, pull out really quick” Bakugo groaned. “God dammit kirishima you better have a good reason for this” he pulled out and I whined at the emptiness. Kirishima quickly pulled my off the couch and put me on all fours finally pulling out his own dick. Kirishimas wasn’t as girthy but it was longer. “Okay you can put it back in” kirishima said and before I even had a chance to think bakugo slammed into me again bottoming out immediately, I opened my mouth to scream out in pleasure but as soon as my mouth opened, kirishima shoved his dick in gagging me. Kirishima gripped my hair and started face fucking me as bakugo ruthlessly pounded into me. I was moaning and whining on kirishimas dick. “Fun fact- ah- about Bakugo and I-“ I looked up at him with tears running down my face and drool running down my chin. “We can both go multiple round” bakugo finished kirishimas sentence for him. Most men have came not even 2 minutes in and are done.can they seriously keep going?? Bakugo grabbed my hips and moved faster and kirishima matched the same pace. Bakugo shoved and finger in my ass pumping it in and out as he continued to fuck me ruthlessly. My mouth was stuffed, my pussy was stuffed, and my ass was stuffed. “Gotta stretch your ass for shitty hair” bakugo said between grunts as he slipped another finger in and I screamed in pain against kirishimas cock. I’ve never had my ass fucked. I’ve never even tried to do it myself. I never thought I would like it but as the pain subsided I realized I loved it.I immediately came on his dick and The moans I was non-stop releasing sent vibrations through kirishimas dick and he came in my mouth. “Swallow” he said after pulling out and i looked up at him swallowing what I could with the rest dripping down my chin. A few seconds after kirishima came, bakugo came too filling me up with his cum. “MMM~ SO- SO FULL” I screamed out. Bakugo filled out and I could feel the cum drippinng down my legs. Bakugo took two fingers and scooped up the dripping cum and stuffed it back in my aching pussy. “D-done can’t t-take more” “but we aren’t done princess” “just hold on a little longer, we want you to feel something you’ve never ever felt before” kirishima said and I nodded my head whimpering. I looked over and bakugo and kirishima were both hard again. Bakugo got underneath me and kirishima got behind me and in one motion bitch of their cocks were inside me. Kirishimas in my ass and bakugo in my pussy. My eyes shot wide and I let out a sob in pain from the stretch of my ass. “H-HURTS” I managed to scream out. Bakugo laughed and kirishima glared at him. “Let her adjust before we start fucking her brains out, have some respect bro” bakugo laughed again as I writhed in pain just hoping for it to subside i leaned down and placed my head on bakugos shoulder quietly nodding my head that the pain was starting to go away. Kirishima started moving slowly and I winced again before I fully adjusted. Bakugo noticed how I wasn’t in pain anymore and started rapidly fucking me.

Kirishima matched his pace and my vision went blank. All that came out of my mouth was heavy breathing and screaming moans of pleasure. “Fuck bakugo she’s so tight” kirishima said between grunts. “She’s the wettest she’s been the whole time she’s bouta make me cum again.” Bakugo said as he reached up and smacked my ass leaving a hand print. I arched my back. I never thought it was possible to feel this much pleasure. Bakugo and kirishima both came inside me at the same time and I squirted. I’ve never squirted in my entire life. Not even from when I fuck myself. I screamed in pure ecstasy as my eyes practically rolled into the back of my head. Makeup smeared, tears streaming down my face, drool mixed with kirishimas cum running down my chin. As soon as the both pulled out my legs were still shaking and I collapsed right on top of bakugo. He held me and played with my hair. “Good job, you did so well for us princess, I mean look at all the cum that’s pouring out of you and the mess you made” I chuckled a bit. “Looks like-“ I breathe heavy as I try to get the words out “will be doing dishes for the next month”