#es nsft

[umiewrites]

Hyena (NSFW, 18+)

01.OCT.2024

SMUT, no plot ❀˖° NSFW ❀˖° Sexual ❀˖° GN Reader, AFAB/Transmasc! Jun Sazanami

Jun Sazanami × GN! Reader (SMUT. No pronouns, gendered terms, clothing, genitals mentioned for reader. Established relationship. (AFAB/Transmasc) Jun (he/him). The word cock is mentioned and used for reader, but it can be interpreted as a strap.

CW/TW: Reader receiving: Jun rides your face, and your dick (can be interpreted as a strap), bondage, slight degrading (mentions of being used as a toy, a doll, etc.)

Jun receives: face sitting, vaginal penetration, vaginal sex, Jun gets a little if not a lot sex drunk here. The words clit, pussy, cunt, womb, etc. is being used to describe his sex.

Syn: Jun proposed the idea ages ago, how much he wants to tie you up and use you like his own toy for one night. After so many busy hours working and finding the right time off to do so, he finally gets to indulge his fantasies.

"Stay still, kay?" Jun looked at you with a delirious smile as he tied you up to the bed, feeling nothing but sheer need as his cunt clenched around nothing but the thought of using you like a toy all night.

Your wrists are tied together, you're stripped naked, with nothing but a horny and needy Jun to ravish you. He sits up, giving you a good view of his drenched wet folds, and without warning, he places himself on your mouth.

Loud gasps leave his mouth when you immediately understood and used your tongue to lap at his pussy. It's insane how wet he is, as his arousal touched your lips, your chin, and best of all, your tongue.

"Haah— yeah. Yeah, right there...!" Jun had one hand on the headboard, the other down in your hair. He arched his back when you sucked on his clit, knowing how good it makes him feel.

"Aren't you so obedient, letting me use you for the night? Wanting nothing but to please my hole? Even if I ride your dick till sunrise, even if I sit on your face till your tongue can't move? Goddamn—" he's surprisingly verbal tonight, a result of how pent up and needy he's been.

He's been pestering you about the idea of letting him use you for a whole night, but you two struggled to find a time that's right. He's busy, he's moving around a lot, so sore legs after sex meant he'd be off for the whole day. Finally though he's able to have the whole day off tomorrow, so he can fuck himself brainless tonight for all he cared. Plus with the workload and stress, he's needed this so bad.

He's a lot more delirious and out of his mind, being so pent up. It's the reason he doesn't waste much time before he puts his pussy on your mouth, already soaking wet that your tongue slipped in easily; a louder moan coming from his throat when you did.

You can tell with how he's a little loose, he's been fingering himself to let off some steam. Who are you to deny your handsome boyfriend the release and pleasure he's wanted from you for so long? You might want to tease him, to start some dirty talk, but with the way his hips rolled on your face, you'd be lucky if you could even find space to breathe.

"Heheheh... Mmh, god... I've been wanting this for so long...!" He said between moans and gasps, feeling your tongue spread his labia apart.

A hand goes down to his clit so he can play with it while he rides your face, and the moan he let out has got to be the loudest one yet. It's out of character how needy and sex drunk he is right now, but that just goes to show everything into play. He's pent up, and the idea to use you like you're nothing but a toy has been on his mind for ages— and now it's coming true.

"(Name), agh...! Deeper, deeper... Can you go deeper?" He pleaded, and you tried your best to reach out with your tongue. His thighs spread a little more and lowered himself more on your mouth— not that it made much of a difference with how he's already grinding on you.

His fingers start to rub harsher and pinch his own clit, getting more noises out of him. He's never been too vocal, only a few grunts and groans here and there. But tonight, he's sounding like a literal hyena, with how he's howling and whimpering.

"More. More...!" He starts to grind on your face, both hands on your head to force you too. Your chin is full of his slick now, and your hands struggle against the binds to no avail.

A loud howl like moan is ripped out of his mouth, as you taste his juices pour onto your tongue. He has the stamina to grind on you a little more, loving the sensitivity and the shivers it gives him.

He lifts himself off with a blissed out smile. He sat on your stomach for a moment to catch his breath, satisfied at your slick covered chin.

"I could ride you for ages...~" he chuckled. It really sounds like he isn't finished yet.

(Several minutes later)

He's riding your cock like there's no tomorrow, while all you can do is watch. He's fucking himself out on your length with a smile, ramming it into his womb. He hasn't made any effort to actually make you cum, even if you did, he didn't try nor did he care. All he cared for was using your body as his own sex doll. Whatever sound you make, any complaints you have went into one ear and right out the other.

Sorry he hasn't touched you properly— he's too busy bruising his own walls with how fast he's riding you. He's got really good legs after all, and he's doing it all with a pleasured smile and laugh.

You're crying? Edged? Whining? Too bad, all your mouth's good for now is eating him out. Your hands could do nothing but struggle against the binds, so scream all you want. The deal was that he'll use you like a doll, accept that.

All you can do is watch as he fucks himself stupid on your cock, your face, your thigh, whatever... His inner thighs are soaked, wet sounds escaping every time he hilts himself on you.

One of his hands grab for the vibrator laying on the sheets. Is he gonna use that for you? As if.

He places it to his own clit while he rides, putting it to the max settings immediately. An euphoric, crazed cry escapes his mouth. He's in sheer bliss, and all you can do is watch. Watch, as he fucks himself stupid on you, all night, he's treating you like a toy, but he's nothing but a whore by the end of it.

A whore who's getting off of your body. Using you for his own pleasure. By the end of this he'll be thoroughly fucked out, but it'll be a long time before his stamina allows for him to collapse. So brace yourself.

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Rambles: Honest to God I am not doing kinktober btw I just have severe executive dysfunction and I haven't had the mood to write for months. Anyways. Jun pussy for the world!! I also imagined him with rainforest pussy we love rainforest pussy!!! But I didn't write it cuz I figured I'd let reader imagine it to be whatever they want. Lmao.

[spicyraeman]

Happy monday today I bring you soft Vir x SH [full ver. here (explicit)]

[bunnysfairy]

wearing a short skirt, easy rippable tights and cute panties so that they always have easy access to me and can call me their pathetic whore while making me cry as they fuck me against a window, in the bathroom stall or over their desk.

THIS POST IS ABOUT LESBIAN SEX ! MEN + MINORS DNI

[pinkanonwrites]

Bee and breakdown try double penetration but they only last like three minutes because the feeling of you and each other’s spikes is too damn much, so they never do it again because theyrr embarassed. And also because you cannot walk for three days after. That too.

-🌙

HRHRHEGREGRHEHGRGRGRHHRGRHHHH

Stuffed so full you feel like you can barely breathe, your back is slick with sweat where it's pressed against Bumblebee's chassis, the low rumble of his engine reverberating through your entire body. A servo cups under each thigh, his digits sinking into your legs as he holds you open for Breakdown to slide his spike into. Wisps of steam eke through Breakdown's dentae, a low shuddering ex-vent escaping his frame as he waits for you to adjust to the stretch.

"Primus, that's tight." He murmurs, mostly to himself, optics glued on the place where his spike disappears into your tiny, soft body.

[sakumasmut]

Enstars x Reader NSFW Month Day 10

Himeru x Bunny!Fem!Reader

late again, but I promise it’s worth it. Lily when you see this, hope you enjoy (and maybe be inspired to write a continuation wink nudge)

tags/warnings: breeding, vaginal sex, mating cycles

ao3

The coming of spring meant several things. Sunny days, floral breezes, gardens and parks full of color, and an uptick in sneezing from the unfortunate souls with pollen allergies (poor Koga was wearing a mask every time you saw him). For those with more primal instincts, the warmer weather meant it was the start of mating season. For the bunnies in Ensemble Square, it was time to either avoid contact with everyone and quarantine themselves, or get busy until all their cravings were satisfied.

You assumed heats were a necessary evolutionary trait thousands of years ago, but in the present day when your main source of stress was working an office job in a capitalist economy, your part-rabbit body throwing a hissy fit over not having a mate just made things even more stressful. The current situation you were in was a prime example of what problems the mating season could bring to the table, kneeling in front of a newer producer and comfortingly stroking their arm as they quivered in their seat.

“Stay here until the taxi arrives.” You spoke calmly to them. They were shaking and flushed red, not having expected to go into heat in the middle of work. “Once you get home, stay there until all the symptoms go away. Don’t worry about work; I’ll take care of it, m’kay?”

“Thank you, senpai.” They quietly sobbed, squeezing and rubbing their long ears to soothe themselves.

They were extremely lucky you happened to notice them hunched over in the hall and escorted them to a safe room before their vulnerable position attracted the wrong type of person. Mating season clouded people’s senses, you knew that too well. Married hybrids usually mated during March, to get it out of the way, but for single people, it was mostly just a waiting game until your body decided it craved a mate. You hadn’t gotten your heat yet, but you felt prepared to lock yourself in a room and call a taxi the moment you felt any sort of onset, to avoid ending up in the exact situation you were helping your coworker out of. For now though, you felt as fresh and (relatively) not horny as ever, and so said goodbye to the younger producer once their lift had arrived, escorting them to the car before rushing off to the meeting you were already late for.

“Sorry I’m late!” You quickly spoke as soon as you pushed the door open, the only person in the room looking up from the sound of your voice.

“Don’t worry, Himeru got your message.” The idol replied cooly, demeanor as nonchalant as ever. “The emergency situation you were dealing with, is it alright now?”

“Yes, yes, it’s all good.”

You were glad Himeru was an understanding person. It was a quality you liked about him, among other things. Maybe you were biased since you had worked with him for a few months on his solo jobs, but he always treated you kindly. You did notice he was harsher with his rowdy unit mates, but it only made you giggle more than anything, seeing him as the sort of person who gave as much respect as he received.

“If it’s not rude for Himeru to ask, what was it you were preoccupied with?”

“Ah, just some rabbit related stuff. You know how spring is for us.”

He frowned and knit his brows together as he looked you up and down.

“Producer, you aren’t feeling…ill, are you?” Himeru asked, “Himeru wouldn’t want you to be in a public place if you’re experiencing such symptoms.”

You flushed, realizing his misunderstanding. “No, ah, it’s not me! I was helping a younger rabbit who went into heat!” Being all red in the face and running into the room covered in sweat didn’t help with your case, as you could tell from his unchanging expression.

“Trust me, I would not be anywhere near here if my heat started! It usually starts pretty late in the spring, so I’m safe for a while.”

He nodded, expression relaxing at your assurances.

“It would certainly pose a large problem if it did. Though, if you ever find yourself in an unpleasant situation like that, Himeru would be glad to assist you in any way possible.”

“Huh?” You blinked at his words. What did he mean by that? Surely he meant that you could rely on him during emergencies, right?

“Now, shall we talk about your latest proposal?”

“Ah, yes!” You smacked yourself on the cheeks to rid yourself of those thoughts. “Here, I have the paperwork. Look over it and tell me what you think!”

xxx

You certainly weren’t lying when you said your heats came rather late into the season. People always complained about getting them early in March, but at least when they got them, afterwards they could go about their lives freely with no worries about getting sucker punched by their bodies. For you, spending a good two months worrying about the possibility that it’d come earlier was always a source of stress you had to push in the back of your mind, until finally it did come on a sunny May morning.

You woke up in a sweat, despite having taken a shower the previous night, and everything felt warm, way too warm. Funnily enough, you were meant to meet up with Himeru that afternoon, just as you did last month when you dealt with your coworker going into their own heat. You remembered what he had said about helping you if you ever found yourself in this situation, and thinking about the idol’s words made your horny mess of a brain wander to very obscene thoughts, which you had to smack yourself on the head to rid yourself of. No! You weren’t thinking clearly! You did struggle to understand what he meant, until you considered he likely referred to helping you with calling out of work and telling your clients you’d be unavailable. Having someone do all that for you rather than struggle with forming coherent sentences through a slog of calls sounded great right about now, and so you dialed him up once you managed to grab your phone. He picked up immediately after the first beep.

“Good morning, producer. Do you need Himeru for something?”

Just the sound of his alluring voice was making your body heat up. Stupid horny brain.

“Yeah, sorry this is sudden, but I need help with my heat.” You muttered, before realizing how it sounded without context and backtracking, “I meant—I need help with work, because I’m in heat! I need to tell my clients that I’ll have to reschedule, and you said that you could help, right?”

There was silence on the other end, and for a second you worried that maybe you had offended him somehow, before he responded with an “Understood, Himeru will inform everyone he needs to.”

You thanked him gratefully, and recited a list of people for him to message or call about your situation. That was a big weight off your shoulders, and now you could sink into bed and deal with your heat…all alone…

“Producer, can Himeru help in any other way? This time of year must be quite exhausting for your kind.”

Indecent thoughts of him came flooding back, of scenarios where Himeru could help you in ways your body needed the most…

“Perhaps you’d like him to bring you food and other supplies?”

“T-That’d be great, thanks.”

You hung up after giving him your address, and flopped yourself back onto the sheets, skin feeling sweaty and mind replaying how his voice sounded against your ear, wanting to hear it again after only a few seconds. The professional in you was already regretting saying yes to his offer, asking what kind of producer would invite an idol to their house in the middle of their heat, but the other part of you who saw him as a friend, perhaps a bit more, did really want the company. It would still be a while before he got here though, especially since he promised to do some of your work for you, and you wondered if your impatient body could even last until then.

A wave of desire washed over you, making you shudder. You tugged one of your long ears over your face, rubbing circles soothingly on the pink insides as your legs kicked your blanket off the bed. Your body was way too hot, yet no amount of ice would cool it off, only another person’s own heat enveloping your own would make it go away. You began to grind your hips against your pillow, whining into it, trying to pretend it was another person’s body—specifically a certain blue-haired idol. If you shut your eyes, maybe you could pretend he was already here in your house, comforting you with his presence.

You wondered how it would feel grinding against his thigh, imagining his yellow eyes watching you with immense interest. Yes, you could envision it so well in the blank space of your hormone filled brain. His hands would rest on your hips, holding you in place so you couldn’t climb off as you bucked against his leg. He’d see the wet mess pooling from your crotch area, dripping onto his pants, but rather than chastise he’d praise you, encouraging you to keep humping his leg until you came all over him.

You whined to yourself, the friction between your thighs and the pillow only making you feel a dull ache. You kept trying to chase an orgasm, anything to make your tensed up body feel better, but with only air for your cunt to clench around, you couldn’t bring yourself to. The buzz of the doorbell snapped you out of your daydream. How many minutes had passed? Were you so immersed in the scenario in your head that time had flown without you realizing, or was Himeru just that fast in getting to you? Your legs were shaky as you stood up, each step making your body wobble forward. You doubted you’d be able to leave the bed if you fell back onto it. You opened the door, and as expected Himeru was there, holding a plastic grocery bag.

“Good morning, producer.” His eyes scanned your form, and you did your best to stand upright without shaking. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I-I’m fine. Come on in.”

You tried to look composed as he entered, trying to keep your ears upright and hoping that he couldn’t sense the pheromones your body was releasing. If he could, he didn’t give any indication, expression as blank as ever while he placed the bag on your kitchen counter.

“Himeru admits, he doesn’t know much about your situation. But he tried to get things that could help.”

He took out some snacks and drinks, ones that you immediately recognized as your go-tos in the break area of the ES building. You smiled softly, touched that he would remember your preferred foods.

“Thank you. This means a lot.”

“It’s not a problem. Is there anything else Himeru can do for you while he’s here?”

He kept asking that same question, if he could do anything for you, and the short answer was that he could. But you were too scared to make the first move, in case he actually wasn’t interested in going further than your relationship as an idol and producer. Surely he’d cut ties with you if he didn’t mean it that way, and not seeing him again would hurt more than the rejection. Your body heated up again, as if begging you to voice your desires. You had to bite your lip to stop yourself from audibly whimpering, something Himeru noticed.

“You look quite feverish, perhaps you should go back to your bed to rest?”

“Y-Yeah, maybe I should. Let me just put these away first…”

You took a step towards the counter to take some of the food away, but immediately stumbled. You braced yourself for the impact, but Himeru’s hands moved quickly to catch you. One hand grabbed your shoulder while the other circled around your stomach, pulling you up against his chest. A moan couldn’t help but come out of you at the warmth of his touch, cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. You froze up when you realized what you did, the silence following making you almost certain he heard it.

“S-Sorry, I’m just so…” You stammered, trying to come up with excuses. “out of it.”

His hands were still on you, the mere contact making you want to collapse into his chest. You really didn’t want him to let go, you wanted to imagine his arms wrapped around you forever, so you wondered when you were going to be hit with reality and have his arms release their hold, expecting him to excuse himself and leave you to deal with your heat alone again. Except, they didn’t. They stayed on your body, and you swore he even pulled you closer.

“Meru?”

“…Forgive Himeru for being unprofessional, but I can’t bear to leave you in this state.”

You looked up at him in surprise, only now noticing how hungry his gaze was as his eye bore directly into you. He moved the arm that was around your waist underneath your legs to scoop you up into a bridal carry. All the snacks went ignored as he brought you into your bedroom, having decided to have a taste of something else. You squealed as he dropped you onto the mattress. You would be embarrassed by how messy your bed was if your heart wasn’t beating out of your chest from the sight of Himeru leaning over you, face so close to yours you could hear his breathing. You truly felt like prey, his prey.

“If you want me to leave, tell me so now.”

His voice was husky, looking at you with a deadly serious expression that made shivers run down your spine. His presence was intoxicating, you couldn’t let him leave now. You needed him here, with you, to satisfy you. You kept your lips shut as you stared straight at him, and your arms uncrossed themselves from above your chest to rest on either side of your body.

“Stay. Please.”

His expression softened at your resolution, and he reached a hand out to stroke your long ears gently, gliding his fingers upwards along the fur. You whimpered, thighs squeezing together. Himeru noticed, and gently placed a hand on one knee to pry your legs apart. A wet spot on your crotch area gave away your arousal, and he hummed.

“Poor girl. May I take these off?”

You nodded, and he carefully pulled your pajama bottoms off, exposing your soaked pussy. He pressed a finger against one of your swollen lips, already glistening with your juices. You trembled as he brought it to his mouth, making eye contact with you as he licked it clean.

“So wet already…your body must not want to waste any time.”

He didn’t either, as his gaze momentarily left your body to focus on the buttons of his pants. Seeing the tent that had formed in the short time it took to bring you here filled you with a sense of satisfaction, eased that he was enjoying this as much as you were. Once you saw his erection pop out from his boxers, your body seemed to clench even tighter in anticipation, unable to resist the idea of having it stuffed inside you. Your instincts told you to get onto all fours, knees spread wide to present yourself to your mate, and Himeru cooed at your eagerness.

“Good girl. Such a good bunny for me.”

His words went straight to your cunt, feeling it throb even before his dick was anywhere near it. Being reduced to the bunny in heat you were, his bunny, just felt right. You weren’t a producer right now, you were a helpless rabbit that was begging to be bred. He parted your folds with two fingers, coating them with your slick and rubbing it on his length, lubing it up as you squirmed impatiently, your tail’s movements giving away your excitement.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I-I…”

Even now, when you were so close to what your body craved, your lips refused to move. He leaned in close to your ear, close enough that you felt them brush against it when he spoke.

“Do you want me to mount you?”

Fuck.

You whined, babbling affirmative noises as he chuckled at how his words left you quivering in anticipation, lifting your rear high into the air to ask him to take you already. The warm feeling of something pressing against your entrance followed. He pushed himself in slowly, much too easily with how wet you were. Every nerve in your body was focused on the feeling of his length sinking completely into your wet cunt, all the way to the hilt, before slipping back out. Even in your wildest wet dreams you never thought he would be making you feel so full, so complete.

The noises you made were all quiet, either cut short by them catching in your throat or muffled by the pillow you were burying your face into. If he were going any faster, surely the squelch between your union would make a wonderful sound, but at his current pace the only sound in the room was his breathing and your muffled whining.

Himeru’s hands kept your hips steady as he pushed in and out of you, each thrust making the butterflies in your stomach flutter. Being filled by him just felt so right. This was what you were craving, cock stuffed inside you, body weight pressed down to make sure you couldn’t escape. Yet despite how your body trembled, how your legs were spread so wide for him, Himeru was still taking it slow, trying to make sure he wasn’t pushing you too much. It was still relieving your desire, but the slow jolts of pleasure weren’t enough, you needed something more primal to satiate yourself.

“What’s wrong?” He hummed, rocking his hips back and forth, “Is Himeru’s little bunny still needy?”

“Hah~ Meru…” You whined. “Faster, please, I want to feel you deep inside me~”

Who was he to deny you when you sounded so desperate underneath him? He pulled his cock out almost entirely before sinking balls deep inside you, making sure to do it harshly enough that your toes curled when he did. A louder whine escaped you, and it found itself joined by more as he slammed himself into you over and over again. Your short tail brushed against the skin of his stomach, flicking back and forth with each thrust. He reached out to take it in his hand, and you mewled when he lifted it up.

“So you’re sensitive here.” He hummed, gently stroking the white under-fur with his thumb.

“A-Ah, w-wait, mmh~”

Your eyes nearly rolled back in your head, knees wanting to give in from his touch, but he made you keep your hips upright, your back falling to a downwards slant as your arms gave in. You cried out when the first orgasm of your heat finally came, and through it all he just kept fucking you into the mattress, his own grunts of effort filling the air as he focused on the feeling of your warm walls trying to milk his cock.

“Bunny, you’re so tight.” He grunted. “You’re going to make me finish, too.”

“Inside, do it inside!” You whined, pushing your hips back towards him. Being in heat meant you were the most fertile you could’ve ever been; if he came inside you, surely it’d end with carrying his litter. But instead of being terrified of the idea, in the haze of your heat you wanted nothing more than for him to fill you up with his kids, as many as he wanted. He seemed to hesitate, noticeably slowing down.

“I-Himeru shouldn’t do that.”

“Hah, Meru, please!” There were nearly tears in your eyes as you turned to look back at him, pleading. “Breed me, knock me up, just give me everything!”

Your voice was so desperate, your body so eager to take his seed, to become his breeding bunny…he couldn’t help himself, his movements becoming more erratic as he growled out your name. He didn’t seem like he was going to pull out anymore, that was sure.

You mewled as his cock continuously pressed against the entrance to your womb, as if trying to coax it to open a bit further for the oncoming delivery. You chanted his name, the only noise reaching your ears your pitiful “Meru”s until he finally let out a loud groan, eyes shutting tight as he came inside you. The warmth flooding into you made your body and brain equally fuzzy, leaving you unable to think as you both came down from your highs.

“Did that satisfy you, bunny?” Himeru murmured against your ear, lips brushing over them and almost kissing them. He was still inside you, and you were sure he could feel how you clenched tightly around his cock at his words, wanting to feel it grow hard again.

“My my, seems like it didn’t.” He tisked, lifting your hips up high and forcing your shaky knees to support the weight of his hips pressed flush against your ass with a half-hearted whine. “You’re making me work overtime, producer. So all I ask is that you reward Himeru appropriately.”

If the reward he wanted was to make you swell with kids, well, it was practically already fulfilled. After all, he wasn’t going to leave his bunny alone after only one load, was he?

[sergeantjessi]

Tue ich das Tumblr, ja? Verwende ich wirklich einen Adblocker? Hm? Ist das wirklich so?

[enstarriedownbad]

Izumi Sena x F!reader

‼️Minors DNI

Genre: smut

Tags: dom! Izumi, reverse yandere, jealous (of you), hate-intercourse, unrequited love (you love him), misunderstanding, rough, mixed feelings

Plot: You’ve been hanging around Izumi’s favorite people for too long. He wants to show you that they only belong to him. For all he knows, it’s him that you love.

Words: 3,059

By clicking on "show more," you acknowledge that you are 18+ and consent to read this fiction.

First, it was Makoto, and now Leo. You have been hanging out with them from time to time recently. At ES, during work, in town… What you may or may not know is that these two are dear to a certain man. To him, your discussions always look fun from afar, fun enough to keep them distracted for a while. The time spent with you exceeds what he, Izumi, thinks is appropriate. Plus, after chatting with you, these two men always mention you to him. That's it, he's jealous.

He's known them for way longer than you, but now all they ever talk about in his presence is you? You would sometimes hang out with them at the same time as him. However, the few times you two interacted alone, you acted differently in front of him than when you were with his friends. To him, it is as if you are seducing them for your own goals, as if you are trying to take them away from him.

One evening, both you and Izumi are held back at ES for various reasons. On your way to leave work, he happens to spot you and takes the liberty to join you.

"Good evening, Y/N," he greets you.

"Oh- Good evening Izumi-san…" you reply quietly.

There we go. The "-san" honorifics followed by a distant tone. He noticed that when you call out for Makoto, or when you chat with Leo via text, you only use their names. So why were you acting so familiar with them? The answer is very simple: you are in love with Izumi. His friends noticed, and gladly give you some advice every now and then because who, other than his 'little brother' and best friend, could help you out on this? That's why they mention you to him: they ship you together.

However, it goes without saying that he doesn't know. He is too busy focusing on potential threats because of obsessive tendencies.

"You know, you can drop the '-san' with me too," he tells you while opening the exit door for you.

"Really? Okay, 'Izumi'," you reply while walking out the front door as you feel your cheeks getting redder.

You try to hide your face so that he doesn't see the blush mess that you are right now. To your dismay, Izumi interprets this as a passive-aggressive sign. He is now certain that you are acting differently around them. He wants to have a word with you.

"Are you going home?" he asks.

"Yes, why?" you reply.

"Hm… Do you want to go somewhere before heading home?"

"Sure… But where?"

He wants to get you to a quiet place, where he won't be bothered by random people. But he doesn't want another 'kidnapping' scandal to happen, so it won't be at his place. It is night right now, so most stores are closed… A karaoke? No, too noisy. Cafés? Too crowded. A hotel? Sounds like a good plan. Then, hotel it is.

Wait… To a hotel? He suddenly has an idea to make you back off from them.

You, on the other hand, can feel your heart pounding against your chest. Izumi is asking you on a date, right? You always lose your mind when you are around him. After all, your little crush on him turned into something bigger recently.

"Can we go to the hotel? I have something I'd like to tell you in private," he replies with a cold tone that you don't even notice.

"Sure, lead the way," you reply happily, eager to hear what he has to tell you.

Once you get to the hotel room, Izumi closes the door behind you.

"So what is it that you wanted to talk about, Izum–"

"I heard you had a crush."

"Huh?!"

'There is no way he knows that I like him!' you start thinking, embarrassed. And you are right. In fact, Izumi still doesn't know. He believes you're into either Leo or Makoto and acts according to it.

"I know you've been trying to get with a certain someone?" he says while getting closer to you. "You know I'm the one who's the most worthy, right?" he adds, trying to show you that he's the better option even though you don't even like either of them.

If only he knew that you liked him, he could have anticipated the fact that you just interpreted all of his sentences in a completely different way.

He gets closer and closer to you. As you slowly back up from Izumi aggressively walking up to you, you realize too late that the bed is right behind you. You trip and fall on top of it.

"I'm not gonna repeat, so listen. If it's just a one-night stand that you're looking for, I can do it. So look no more around you," he adds while staring at you with a cold glare from upward, trying to push you to accept.

What you don't know is that his plan isn't only to make you go to someone other than Leo or Makoto for sex. His goal is also to make you feel 'tainted' so that these two would never want to be with you after this night. He wants to ruin you.

But you love him and don't understand why he's acting like this all of a sudden. You believe he thinks you are an easy girl and wants to try something with you tonight after what his friends told him about you. It's the only rational reasoning that pops up in your mind. Or maybe the way he worded it could be a sign of jealousy towards the other men you talk to? After all, who could have guessed his real plan. Nonetheless, you still have some self-respect and decide to draw some boundaries. You are not to be considered some kind of easy girl.

"Izumi! That's not what I–"

You hear the sound of metal tickling. You lower your eyes. He's removing his belt. Looks like he's serious about this.

You remain frozen, not in fear, but because of something else. Your crush is really asking you to have intercourse in a hotel room he just rented? Although he's saying nonsense after nonsense, this is more than what you could ever dream of.

"Careful. If you stay here and remain idle like this, I'm gonna assume that this is a 'yes' on your part."

You stay silent. Of course that you want it.

He sighs. After all, in his perspective, you just accepted to sleep with a random guy even though you pretend to love his dear ones.

"You just have to say 'yes'. Or is it that your pride won't let you say it?" he replies aggressively.

"… Y-yes" you give in, still slightly confused about his tone.

Suddenly, Izumi begins removing your clothes, trying to make you feel even more vulnerable, as he stays fully dressed. He looks at your underwear.

"Not bad. Although I doubt they like it like this."

'《They?》', you wonder, thinking he's definitely jealous of the men around you. But little does he know, you bought these with him in mind.

Izumi sits in the middle of the bed, crossed-legged, hinting at you to place yourself on his lap. You oblige.

As he removes your last pieces of clothing while you are sitting on his thighs, he notices something.

"Really? You are already wet from this…? Aren't you a bit of a whore?"

Izumi secures you against himself by firmly wrapping his right arm below your breast. With his left hand, he slides a finger against your vulva and moves it around your slit. His hand feels warm.

"No wonder why you ask for validation from all kinds of men. You like their attention so much, huh?," he insults you while rubbing his middle finger against your clit.

Despite his harsh words, the only sound that leaves your mouth is a moan.

"A finger was all it took to make you moan? See, you don't deserve either of them," he replies coldly while rubbing his finger against your wet clit harder.

His harsh movements, along with his hateful comments, somehow feel godly. Your love juices get all over his hand as wet noises come out of your cunt. Even though you wonder what he's talking about, the one thing on your mind right now is that you are actually having sex with him.

"A-ah~ Izumi~! W-what-" you try to ask while moaning.

"Now my name is the one that comes up when you're fucking someone else than who you pretend to love? Disgusting."

You don't understand the situation. You thought he knew you liked him. His pace goes even faster. Now he uses two of his fingers to rub against your clit. You feel your body tensing up, your back arches, and your toes curl as he continues to touch you. You throw your head backward on top of his shoulder and can feel your climax coming as he keeps firm his hold on you.

"Hahh… Izumi!~" you let out.

You moan his name all over again as you cum on his strong hand, shaking in pleasure.

Izumi remains speechless for a few seconds.

"Wow… So you're really having an orgasm all over the place for some guy you don't even like? What a slut," he finally says.

"What do you mean??" you ask.

He ignores your question and shifts you around his thighs so that you face him, with little to no effort. Startled, you close your thighs.

"Come on, don't act all shy after you just moaned my name out loud, Y/N."

"…"

"Get on your back for me now, I'll spread your legs open myself."

You do as he says. You lay your back on the mattress while facing him. Izumi uncrosses his legs, gets on his knees, and spreads your legs open with one arm. Suddenly, he gets his half-erect cock out of his pants with his other hand and starts jacking off in front of your slit.

"Ugh… What a pathetic view. To say that you're supposed to be a threat," he sighs while masturbating before you.

"…"

You can't help but stare at his dick. It's quite the length. And it looks thick too.

"What? Don't tell me that your animal instincts hit after you saw my cock? Though I really wouldn't be surprised, considering the fact that you are a bitch."

You can't help but get turned on by his harsh words once again. You move your hips a bit, desperate to feel some sort of friction. Izumi notices and hardens his grip on your leg.

"Don't try to feel yourself up, unless you really are a slut who can't wait for my cock," he says while tossing himself off at a quicker pace.

The view of Izumi of all people masturbating in front of your naked body is just too much for you to handle. Despite his many insults, you reach for your clit and start rubbing.

"That's what I thought, you're a slut," he exclaims.

The man faps his cock closer and closer to your crotch. The noises your two genitals let out are so ungodly. You can see that his dick is twitching, wanting to release soon.

"Get ready for additional lube, slut," he says while his dick is right in front of your entrance. "Take it all, shameless whore," he adds while cumming all over your cunt.

He's shooting more and more of his semen over your sensitive parts, but the way he does it without any lust in his cold blue eyes is quite the view. All you can see in him is hatred. It's like he's spitting on you.

You can't help but moan his name as your second climax hits you like a truck. You wouldn't have called yourself a sadomasochist, but the way he's doing you right now is turning you on without a doubt. All you can feel is your orgasm while you're lying down all naked in front of him, with your lowest part covered in his cum. You fail to notice that he finally removed his shirt.

"I'm gonna give you one last warning. You don't deserve to be with either of them, so you better back off."

"Huh?-"

"I know you've been trying to get with Leo-kun or Yuu-kun. Why is it that you chose them of all people? Is it for your personal gains? They already have me. They don't need you," he says while placing his tip at your entrance.

Leo? Makoto? So this is what it is about. But, he got it all wrong, *he* is the one you like.

"Izumi, the one I love, it's--"

The man penetrates your insides quickly. His thick dick spreads your walls open, while also inserting some of his cum from earlier deep inside of you.  It hurts a bit, but you were already so wet that your body adjusts just as fast, taking all of him in.

"Don't you dare say his name right now when you're being fucked dumbed by another one," he threatens you while thrusting.

You remain shocked. You thought that his jealousy was aimed at other men, but it looks like it's aimed toward you. You feel disappointed about the fact that you misunderstood his feelings for you, but at the same time, something else is building up within you.

You stare at where your two bodies are connected. He's placed himself between your legs and is ramming hard into your pussy. He's thrusting aggressively, though each of his movements somehow feels amazing. You look up. Izumi is lying on top of you, his arms placed by both of your shoulders, trapping you. His gaze remains unchanged: cold and hateful.

The one you love is currently railing you hard so that you stop chasing after the one he loves. He loves another one and is fucking you so aggressively because of it. Somehow, the fact that Izumi is jealous of you because of someone else makes you lust after him even more. Your walls clench around his cock. Izumi feels it.

"My, my, what's this Y/N? You're desperate for me now? Bitch," he says while looking at you with his sapphire-blue eyes.

Izumi controls the rhythm and depth of his pelvic thrusting recklessly, fucking you as hard as possible. He wants to make a mess of you after all.

That's it, you don't care what happens next and lose yourself to him. You just want more of Izumi. You wrap your legs around his waist and rest your arms on his back as you moan his name with your eyes half closed.

"Wow... I'm speechless. But you're making it easier for me to ruin you", he says while pounding into your pussy even harder. "No one would want you after I use you like this. You won't be a rival anymore, that I can assure you."

As your legs are now at another angle, he gained even more access to your body. You feel his cock roughly hitting against your cervix, definitely leaving bruises there, as you're holding onto him for dear life.

He is now, like he said, fucking you dumb aggressively. His quick pace without a single care for your well-being is beyond what you could have ever imagined. He just wants to ruin you. But it feels so good.

Ever since you've been locked up in this position with Izumi, both of your body temperatures gradually went high. His back feels so hot against your arms. His hot breath tickles your skin. The entire room is warmed with your respective body heat. As for the mattress, it's covered in sweat, love juices, and semen. You feel yet another climax coming.

Your moans get louder. As Izumi keeps penetrating you raw, you open your mouth, begging for him to kiss you.

"You want to pretend to be lovers now? Ugh, I don't get what they see in you," he asks meanly.

Izumi looks down on you before giving in to your pathetic whim. He keeps his eyes fully open while you are closing yours. His lips softly touch yours before he aggressively wraps his tongue around your own as he continues pounding into you. Now he's even sexually submitting you in your mouth. His saliva mixing with yours feels so arousing. His kiss is so exquisite even if it is loveless.

Your desire to serve him sexually, emotionally, and physically gets bigger and bigger as he's thrusting his dick rapidly against your cervix. You want all of him. If one way to share his frustration and dissatisfaction with you is by filling you up, you are totally down. Even though he doesn't like you, you can't help but want to give him your entire body if it means getting fucked like this.

His pace gets faster. He's very close to his own orgasm as well, you can tell from his hard dick twitching inside of you. He pulls out of the kiss and leaves a spit trail between the two of you. This one strand of saliva is the last straw. That's it, you long for him and wish to own just a part of him, anything.

"Izumi~ ah! Y-you know," you manage to say even though he's ramming into you like crazy, "this whole time..."

"Hm? Do you have regrets about fucking someone else other than him now, or maybe you gave up on him?" he asks while the wet noises from where you are connected keep getting louder and louder.

"*You* are the one I've had a crush on," you finally reveal.

Izumi gives it one last thrust and pours all of his seeds deep within you.

"Wait. What?"

While he's still processing what you just confessed, all of his cum floods your insides. You cum on his dick at the same time. Your arms are gripping his back tightly, your legs are firmly wrapped around his waist, his torso is pressing against your boobs, and his face is as close to you as ever. The pressure he's putting on your cervix is helping more and more of his hot semen to gain access to your womb. For the first time during this session, Izumi stops looking at you with hatred for a second.

Note: Part 2 is now available! Link here

YOOOO it took me so long to write it, it's even longer than my Kanata one

Ugh I had accidently deleted it and had to get the support to look at it 👤.

But yea hope you liked yandere Izumi fic! Usually all we see is a "omg you can only love me 💔😡⛓️ stop talking to him youre mine👿☠️🐺"-yandere x reader, but this time I took it around and reversed it. Oh to be hate-fucked by a yandere who sees us as a potential threat 👤🙏🏼

I left the story there so it's up to interpretation about what he does next: fucks you even more? leaves you? changes his obsession's target to you? You choose

EDIT: I made a part 2! link above

[mrghostrat]

ughhhh sorry @suzypfonne i dont know how tumblr works anymore. i've tried cutting it up into pieces so it doesn't get flagged again (and erased aziraphale's beautiful nips incase the sex bot things they're illegal boobs). honestly what's the point of being able to label things as "sexual themes" if it's just gonna get hidden anyway?

image 1 + image 2

oh and double sorry that i didn't do much with this, i think i'm still burnt out on nsfw art cause it just wasn't vibing as much as i hoped 😔 threw in a bonus nasty kiss to make up for it

[according2thelore]

Need me some more of your LS!Sam jealousy if you have any ideas. But also just overall want more of your specific brand of hurt/comfort. It always hits just right, which is to say it stabs me in the heart every single time. Bless us with your ideas please😩

(Or smut of course we'd never say no to smut👀)

i'm back baby!!! i never forgot about this one bestie don't you WORRY--and i've come to deliver 😌 (2.7k words...this is just a ficlet good lord)

sammy looks down at his phone for the seventh time. his screensaver--dean asleep on his chair in the TV room with a blanket pulled up to his chin and hand in a bowl of popcorn--glows up at him. no new notifications.

sammy shifts in his chair. he looks around the empty library. he checks his phone. no new notifications. he swipes up and types in his code 3-3-2-6 (and he'll never fucking tell dean what it stands for, ever, good lord, he'll take it to his grave), but his last message still sits in an unread blue

Sam: Hey, I've got to stop by the store later to get some stuff for dinner. Come with?

Dean: Sorry man. Busy. Text later. 20 min?

20 minutes later, Sam: Hey, I'm ready.

and nothing. not a peep. it's been over an hour since dean said he'd be ready in twenty, and dean hasn't even poked his head in.

the act of sammy asking was performance. he and dean have been going to the store together every friday since they damn moved into the bunker. they only miss a day when they're pissed at each other, and sammy starts to worry. is dean mad at him?

things have definitely been a little...tense...since the younger version of themselves showed up. conversations have to be stilted, and they have to talk around things more than they can actually talk about them.

they've had to get more careful about sharing a bed. they haven't had sex in a week, and the only time they got to actually share a bed was after younger sam had gotten a sprained wrist on a hunt and younger dean had been practically sleeping on top of him a few months ago.

sammy knows that his younger self has been having a rough go of it. especially after he found the voicemail last week, he's completely shut sammy out, like he can avoid the future by ignoring it. and sammy represents all the messy, ugly parts that sam dreads.

sam also knows that his younger self has been clinging to dean--both deans, really--like a child clings to their mother. sammy thinks that a reminder of how close they can come to losing dean in a near-permanent way has shaken him.

this version of sam has never had to stare down the barrel of the gun of dean's death. sammy almost pities him, if he didn't also harbor his own resentments.

it's not surprising--therefore--to find sam with older dean. it is surprising, however, to find them in the room their younger selves' share. sam doesn't know where younger dean has gone, but sam is almost glad he found them first.

because if his younger self had stumbled across it, it would've ended badly.

sammy freezes in the doorway, horror-stricken. there's no other word for the dread that sinks into his bones, the i knew it, i knew it.

they're sitting on one of the beds, sam tilted forward into dean's space. but--and sam inhales are staggered as realization hits--dean's hand on the back of sam's head directs him to a shoulder.

sam's younger self mutters something that sammy can't hear. it's quiet, agonized, and dean claps him on the back of the neck a few times, gentle.

dean hasn't noticed sammy in the doorway yet, all of his attention at the boy almost melted into his arms, even though they're positioned too awkwardly for a full embrace.

"i know, sammy." dean murmurs, his neck pat on sam's head almost a caress. his brow is pulled together, and he looks uncomfortable. "c'mon, cut it out with all that."

sam's going to be sick. he's never seen such naked affection or care on dean's face before. not directed at anyone else. the glimpses he's gotten directed at himself have been snapshots of fear, moments in which he lets the mask slip. he's gotten anger, and fear, and worry, but not this.

dean, in this moment, thinks he is unobserved. and it's love. naked, on his face.

sam's chest is tight. he feels like something has reached inside of him and squeezes his stomach in its fist. he knows what that feels like. he's going to be sick, he's going to scream, he's going to kill someone.

jealousy, hard and ugly and roaring, claws at the inside of sam's ribs.

he has never been on the outside of a look like this. not from dean, and not to someone else.

that's mine. he's giving away what's mine.

"i don't want to hurt him. please tell me i don't hurt you." young sam begs, and sam watches as his fist curls into a ball on his lap. it's quiet, harsh, like sam is hissing it between clenched teeth.

dean adjusts them both, but sam sees it for what it is--dean's head tilts to the side, a fleeting nose nuzzled in sam's hair.

sam feels it like he feels the barrel of a gun in his mouth. 'burning' is too kind of a word for what he does. his body feels like a wick, his only job to be destroyed.

"you know we can't talk about it." dean says, softly.

"fuck." sam tilts his head so the thin skin of his forehead scrapes against dean's stubble. "i don't even know why i'm telling you this. i'd never say this out loud."

sam sounds miserable, trapped. it doesn't make older sam feel better. it makes him angry.

what does sam have to be miserable for? he hasn't lived through any of it yet. he hasn't been forced to live through it.

he hasn't earned the look on dean's face. he hasn't spent two decades trying to earn it.

he doesn't know anything about loving dean.

"shh. look at me." dean murmurs, and he pushes sam away by the shoulders. sam stubbornly keeps his eyes on dean's shirt, and dean taps him on the shoulder. "c'mon baby boy. look at me."

baby boy. baby boy. c'mon baby boy.

sam--because of course he fucking would, any version of sam is bred to respond to that, is created to--looks up. he meets dean's eyes.

that's sammy's. 'baby boy' is sammy's.

hearing it come from dean's mouth, seeing it land on foreign ears. ears covered by scruff that find truth in other things, still.

dean smiles--indulgently, proud, with a twist of sarcasm that makes it so dean that sammy has to catch himself against the doorjamb--at younger sam.

"good. there he is. it's because it's me. and it's because you're you. i always look out for you, don't i?" he nudges sam's chin up with a scarred knuckle, and drops his hand against sam's shoulder, a stiff clap. "you're mine, and i look out for what's mine, isn't that right?"

"dean--" "dean--" sam, in concert.

younger sam, in front of dean, awed. older sam, in the doorway, grief-stricken. angry.

how the fuck could dean sling that around like it's nothing? how the fuck could he say that, take ownership of something--someone--other than sam?

even if it's a younger version of him, dean has sworn his fealty, proclaimed his complete devotion to a facsimile of sam--an improved version of him. the version of him that he wanted first, that has all the fire and none of the nightmares.

i'm me. and you're you. i always look out for you don't i? i look out for what's mine.

words that sam has fallen asleep to, words that--at some points in his life--were the only things keeping him sane.

sam feels--absurdly--like he just heard dean say their wedding vows to someone else, like a jilted bride watching someone else on the altar. later, he'll unpack that, but now it's--

"sammy." dean's eyes on him, finally. sam slumps in the doorway, so fucking relieved to have broken the intense, devoted spell of the room. younger sam turns to look at him, face frozen in a scowl. intruder, it says. this is mine, it says. sam's about to ask dean to speak with him in the hallway, when dean says, "i'll be with you in a second, okay?"

i'll be with you in a second. dismissed. sam's been dismissed. priority has been established. and it's someone else. sam doesn't move.

he wants to press his fingertips into every inch of dean's skin until they bruise. he wants his name carved in dean's skin. they share so much--the sigils burned into their ribcages, their tattoos, their history--but it's not enough, anymore. he wants to rip into dean's carotid and drink.

mine. mine. mine. his blood sings. dean seems to have forgotten.

"chin up, kid. i'm still here, aren't i? with sammy." dean's chin tips towards sam in the doorway, seemingly knowing sam wouldn't move an inch. he gives younger sam one last pat on the arm, a gentle nod. "always been yours, baby. couldn't hurt me if you tried."

a nail in sam's coffin. yours.

not fucking likely.

~~~

"what the fuck was that?" sam shoves dean, hard, and dean slams back into the closed door.

they're in dean's room--the room that they shared until a few months ago when these parasites swooped in and tried to take what sam had fought for, had earned, fair and square.

he's sunk his claws into dean's being, and he will be damned and fucked if he gives even an inch up. he won't.

"woah, sammy, what--" dean starts with anger, but when sam turns around, dean's entire body shifts. his shoulders slump, and his hands come up, placating. "woah hey hey hey. come on, now. what happened?"

sam dodges dean's hand that reaches for his arm, and dean still follows through with the movement, confused, like he's adrift without the contact.

good, sam thinks viciously.

"he's your 'baby,' now?" sam spits, but dean only blinks. he's not reacting at all with anger, like sam was hoping, and sam has to work to keep his fury, has to throw logs on the fire.

"sam, what are you talking about?" dean asks, and his voice is only raised a little. not enough.

"we said we weren't going to start shit. that we weren't going to take any firsts. did you just decide to change that without telling me?" sam jabs dean in the chest again, once. dean shoves his hand off of him, and good. good good good--sam wants a fight--he wants dean to hurt--

"well, why didn't you tell me you had a suicide plan, huh? when you were twenty three?" dean says, and now his voice is raised. he shoves sam back, and sam takes the step back.

"it wasn't like that." sam rolls his eyes. and it wasn't. and damn that little fucker for trying to tell dean anything.

dean shoves him again, but sam doesn't move this time, and dean gets in his face.

"that's what he told me. that you'd been thinking about ways to kill yourself if you turned darkside." dean's close, so close that sam can see the colour changes in his eyes, and he shoulders past dean, just to get some fucking air.

incredulity and hurt and anger broil over in sam.

"so you're going to take his word for things now? over me?" his voice cracks. there it is. weak spot targeted.

dean deflates like a balloon. sam's still puffing, still heaving for breath, but it feels pathetic now, not righteous. he looks away from dean's sharp gaze.

"sam." dean says. even. "sammy."

sam won't look at him. dean stomps forward, and before sam can protest, dean is pulling him down into a vicious kiss. it feels like a punch, all teeth and punishment and tongue. sam takes to it like a starving man, matching dean blow for blow and trying to press himself into dean's body, tongue first.

dean has to put a hand on sam's neck to push him away.

"i don't--" sam pants, chest heaving.

"you're mine." dean snaps. and his hand tightens a little at the base of sam's throat. "say it."

sam can't. his throat closes. all that fire, all that fury, for nothing. sam's throat burns. he swallows.

why would he say it, if it's not true? if dean can say those things to someone else, what was the true veracity of them to begin with?

dean's hand drops from sam's throat, and sam feels actual tears building now.

a hand on his chin, and unlike the one younger sam got, this one sticks.

"you and me." dean says, firm, eyes on sam's. sam looks down into the face of the man he loves, the man that raised him, the man that is him, almost, and quails. he hopes. "yours." dean says, hard, and it doesn't sound like deference, or submission. it's an assertion. i am yours.

sam's insides quaver. he's still so angry. his hands shake. he doesn't touch dean back, and dean winds his hand into sam's collar like he's going to wind up for a punch.

but sam knows him. it's to keep him close.

sam doesn't know what for. even if dean has shiny new toys, sam has no where else to go. it would take dean's younger self all but a week to get sick of him. to get confused and tired of the things sam can't do.

"don't make it sound like i don't need you to breathe, sammy." dean says, and something slips into his voice. a tone that sits wrong. desperation. "it's not the same with him. you know it isn't."

dean's eyes are wide, like he's realizing the depth here. he stepped out onto a pool float and realized he's over a trench, thousands of feet of water and hurt and disappointment and anger.

"i hate that he's me." sam says, but he doesn't mean to. "that he has things and can give you things that i will never get back--"

dean shakes him, hard, like a dog with something in its mouth. it knocks something loose in sam, the part of him that wants to fight, the part of him that's gotten buried under years and years and years of torture, the immediate instinct to submit to make it hurt less.

this is the part of me that he loves, the part of me i don't have anymore.

sam tries to stoke it, to make that rage, that possessiveness, the innate entitlement to dean bloom and blossom. it rises. it rises. it rises.

sam wants it back. he wants dean.

"shut up. shut the hell up." dean says, suddenly goddamn furious at the slight sam has lain against himself. dean shoves him away, chest heaving. then, like a switch has been flipped, he goes still. calm. eyes hard. "get on your knees."

sam has a split second where he questions it, where the animal under his breastbone tries to reconcile submission and possessiveness. dean is mine, it howls. and sam is starting to realize, that dean needs this too.

that the answer, is a simple yes.

sam knows this game. it's not one they play often. one they haven't played in over a year, now. the request is not a command. it's asking: do you forgive me? are we okay? do you trust me? will you give me a chance to prove i mean it?

sam gets on his knees.

dean's exhale is shaky, mouth trembling. he didn't think sam would, did he?

"sammy." dean says, relief. he pads forward, and fits a hand under sam's chin, gentle. soft. sam closes his eyes, leans against dean's thigh. the denim of his jeans is soft against sam's cheek. it smells like dean and detergent and home.

sam just wants to go home.

"he hasn't earned this." sam says. it's as much as question as it is a statement. his younger self isn't dean's in the way that sam is. he hasn't loved him as long, or as hard, or as deeply.

he hasn't forgiven and fought and held grudges and hated. he hasn't felt this deeply, yet.

he doesn't know dean like sam does. sam knows him better than anyone. even if he tried, he couldn't give older dean what sam can. what sam wants to.

when he looks up, though, dean looks...upset. frightened, almost. unhappy.

"never had to earn it, sweetheart." dean swears, and he tilts sam's chin up. dean bends so he can press a kiss to sam's lips. apologetic. it tastes like love, this time. open and naked and vulnerable. dean pulls up on sam's shoulders, urging him to stand up. "come here."

so sam does. and he makes sure dean knows who he belongs to.

~~~

so i took the steering wheel on this one and jerked us off the road, lol. i hope you were wearing your seatbelt, @animangalover15 <3

this got a little bit more dom/subby than i usually write, but i took at look at my last NSFT ES/LS ficlet and LS!Dean do be domming a little...as a treat...

anyways, i hope you liked!!!! i hope it makes up for the embarrassing time it took me to respond. just know i've been plotting and planning behind the scenes!

mwah mwah!

-lizzy

AN: we've gained quite a few followers, so hello new followers! the ES/LS verse is a little thing i've written on here. it's a time travel AU of sorts where the ES!SeasonBoys (early season) get transported to the LS!BunkerEraBoys (late season). the tag is below if you're interested in seeing more :)

[mintys-musings]

Madara x Female!Reader - Milk

That one anon on @/ sakumasmut (also hi rei love your blog sm) who talked about lactation? Unlocked a new pathway for me. I cannot go back. This one's for you, but also mainly me (who, if you couldn’t guess- is the 💚anon.) I started writing this, got distracted, then May rolled around and now we’re here. I couldn’t help myself.

Summary: … Gonna be honest guys- I just knew what I wanted. The tags are the summary. Tags: INDUCED LACTATION, COCKWARMING/DEEPTHROATING, DUMBIFICATION, PET PLAY, BREEDING, OVERSTIMULATION, nipple pumps, squirting, dom!Madara, sub!reader Word count: 2079

NSFW under cut~

Your jaw was starting to hurt from keeping it open around Madara’s thick cock and your knees were sore from your position on the floor even with a cushion beneath you. Still, Madara had asked you to keep still. He had his signature smile on his face, eyes gleaming with what you could only describe as a feral excitement. The first time he had caused you to lactate, he would not let you go. And thus, his attempts to increase the amount of milk had not stopped. You didn’t mind at all. Sex got better and it made your man happy beyond belief. Hell- He was so excited by the prospect of more milk, he didn’t even bother fully taking off your bra. He simply pulled down the flimsy, tiny cow-print cups that barely covered your nipples and immediately attached little pumps to your buds. All you could do was take deep breaths through your nose as his dick was practically halfway down your throat. 

Having your nipples pumped was an odd sensation at first, but now the little suction sent shocks of pleasure down your spine. Your small jolt caused the little bell around your neck to ring. The drool that was already steadily streaming out your mouth and down your tits only increased as you moaned weakly around Madara. You could feel his cock twitch and throb, the deep want to thrust just hanging in the air. And you’d take it if he did. You were being good for him, but damn did the lack of any stimulation besides your breast only made you hornier and hornier. You needed him. You needed him so badly. You looked up at him with watery eyes as he squeezed the pump connecting the two cups. Please, you begged mentally, Take pity.

He stared back, pupils blown out wide as he took in the sight of your disheveled state. He looked like he fell in love all over again. “You look so beautiful,” he breathed out. Madara gently stroked your hair until it looked like he remembered something.

You gagged as he leaned forward to grab something from the bedside drawer, large breaths of air puffing in and out your nose. Your throat constricting even that small bit caused him to hiss out, mumbling apologies as he leaned back to sitting. Fat tears fell from your eyes but as ordered- you kept still, gripping his thighs to ground yourself. The idol gently brushed away your tears with his thumb before placing something on your head. A headband with horns.

“There we go~” He smiled wide and tugged at your hair lightly to turn your attention to his face. He patted your cheek with a laugh before slowly guiding your head away from his dick.

The length left your lips with a lewd noise before you started coughing and sputtering as you caught your breath. Madara merely held your head and brushed any stray strands of hair out of your face. He let you calm yourself down before he clasped a tag to your ear. Property of Madara Mikejima.

When you finally started to breathe normally, you rested your head on Madara’s lap as he cooed and played with your hair. His dick looked almost painfully hard from your angle.

“Was that too much for my cutie?” He squished your cheeks mockingly in one hand. Not even waiting for a response, he picked you up off your cushion with ease and all but tossed you onto the bed. You barely had time to react before he crawled on top of you and pushed your panties down your legs. One of his hands returned to the pump, your nipples puffing up within the cups quickly as you squeal. The other hand held one of your legs around his waist so he could rut his saliva coated dick against your folds. Each thrust had the bell around your neck ringing.

Madara was just as needy as you were.

“Madara~!” You squirmed in his grasp. Liquid had started dribbling out of your nipples. “Just fuck me already~!”

He shushed you and nipped at your neck. “Ah ah ah~ That’s not how we ask for things.” He tutted in mock disapproval, grabbing you by the cheeks to shake your head. “I can’t be too mad though~ I know manners are too much for your little brain.” He smacked the side of your thigh. He smacked it hard enough to leave a nice red hand print- As if he was branding his cattle.

You whined even more.

“Be good.” He grunted, precum smearing across your skin as he continued to rut himself against you. “Tell Mama what it is you want. Nicely this time. Then maybe he’ll do as you say~”

As he said this, he flicked the cups of the pump playfully. His eyes went wide once he noticed the liquid dotting the insides and he ducked his head down. You clawed at his back as he immediately took the cups off and latched himself onto one of your nipples.

His tongue swirled around one nipple while the other was attended to by his hand. He squeezed and pinched at you greedily, spreading the milk all over your tits and just making a mess.

“Pleaaase~ Please please pleeeaaase,” you babbled, “I need Mama’s cock inside me~ Please fuck me!” Your voice raised in pitch as your lover harshly sucked on your breasts. The more he squeezed, the more milk squirted out. And Madara drank it all up like a man dying of thirst.

He managed to pull himself from your chest to give you a sloppy kiss. “Good~ Good job, baby~ You used your head and remembered to say please.”

You whimpered into the kiss, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands moved from your breasts to move your legs into place by your head. Without any more hesitation, he pushed his dick into you and you tossed your head back in pleasure.

Madara was quick to bottom out into you with a groan. Not a second later, he started to move. His feral desire was showing. “So tight~ You like having Mama fuck you like this? Can you feel how deep Mama is inside?”

The room was filled with the sounds of your combined moans and wet smacks of skin. In between all of it, the small clinking of the bell around your neck was heard. You could practically feel your brain turning to mush with each thrust. A squeal is ripped out of you again when he smacks you on the thigh once more.

“I know you get distracted easily, baby, but Mama asked you a question~” 

He squeezed your nipple harshly, milk gushing between his fingertips. Another squeak from you. His hips smacked into yours rhythmically. God- He was so big you still felt a stretch every time he pushed in. You felt so full. 

Another squeeze to your other nipple.

“Answer.”

“Yes!” You cried out, unable to do anything but take it. “I lo-ove it when you- Fuck! When you fuck me like this~” 

He folded you over so most of your weight was on your upper back, effectively putting you in a mating press. One of his hands rubbed harsh circles into your clit.

“Ah! Ah~! Mama feels so deep~ S-so deep~”

It was a wonder that you were even coherent with the amount of pleasure you felt. Your cunt squeezed Madara’s cock, as if trying to milk it the same way he was milking your tits. Your eyes were glazed over in bliss, drool escaping you as your tongue hung out.

“So pretty~ My pretty slut~” Madara cooed between thrusts. He leaned over to suck at your breasts once more, the angle of which caused his tip to knock against your cervix.

The downright vicious pace at which Madara was ramming his cock into your soaked cunt, the milk flowing out of your puffy nipples, the way he squeezed your tits to make the milk just gush into his mouth, the pressure against your clit- It was all too much. You felt overwhelmed with pleasure. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you cried out for Madara.

He could feel your warm release splatter against his pelvis, but that didn’t stop his movements. His hips stuttered ever so slightly though as he moaned at how you tightened up further. Your body writhed under him- mindlessly soaking up the pleasure he gave- and he made sure to hold you tight so you couldn’t move a muscle away.

Your nails dug into his back, mouth opened in a silent cry as Madara kept pounding away at you. His grunts and moans against your nipples only added to the sensations. The way his cock bullied its way into your cunt left you breathless. 

“Gah! M-Madara~ It’s too much!”

“Shhhh~” His attempt at being soothing was in direct contrast with the feral way he licked at your skin. 

“Mama will make you feel so good. Don’t think too much, baby. Just let Mama drink from your pretty tits and be a good cocksleeve for me, yeah?”

Your answer in return was just more moans as his tip prodded against the most sensitive spot inside you. Your eyes rolled upward and you arched your back as best you could- Was he going faster? It felt like it. It felt like he was being more rough with your body as time went on.

“Mama’s going to fill you to the brim~ Isn’t that right? Mama’s going to fuck you nice and full.” 

He hissed the last few words out, punctuating each one with a thrust.

His words made your mind melt. He talked down to you as if you were only good for two things. Milking and breeding. And if you were honest, in this moment you felt as if you were only good for those two things. Not that you were complaining when his rough treatment felt this good.

The only things on your mind were Madara and sex now.

He pulled your hair so you would give him more access to your neck. He trailed love bites down your skin, making sure to suck hickeys where it would be hard to miss lest you deliberately wore clothes to cover them. It wasn’t enough to pump his seed into you over and over again. He needed to mark you in every possible way he could. 

You let out another loud moan. His fingers at your clit quickly rubbed the swollen nerve, the stimulation enough to pull you back down from the hazy pool of pleasure you were drowning in back to reality. Your pussy gushed and tightened up around Madara’s cock once again as you came once again. Your chest heaved to catch your breath.

Utterly brainless in the moment, you just laid in Madara’s grasp, whimpering as you took his cock over and over again.

“One more, baby. Just for me~” His own breaths were getting heavy now. “C’mon… One more.”

His thrusts became sloppier. Any rhythm to it now gone in favour of deep, hard thrusts. You were so overstimulated that it didn’t take long for the familiar tension in your core to tighten up once more.

You only last a few more minutes before one last orgasm rocks you. Once again squirting out, Madara let out one final groan as he latched onto your chest and pressed his cock right up to your cervix.

The feeling of being flooded with warm cum leaves you giggling deliriously. Your body twitched ever so slightly in Madara’s hold. You could hear and feel him suck on your breasts more gently now. His thrusts became more shallow and slow until they came to a stop when the last rope of cum released inside you. 

With a happy sigh, you nuzzle your nose against his cheek. Your mind returns to you enough to remember your manners. “Thank you, Madara.”

Madara laughs breathlessly, kissing the top of your head. “You’re welcome, baby~ You did so good. So so good, baby~”

He only pulled out of you briefly to lay you on your side, sliding back in as he acted like the big spoon. You let him do as he pleases, too tired for much protest. His hands moved back to your chest to gently massage them. You honestly think he’s the sweetest with how much aftercare he provi-

“After a little rest, we’ll go again, okay~?”

Ah.

[knightofconcordia]

Sakuma Rei NSFW Headcannons

I’m thinking of the old man vampire tonight lmao

Gn pronouns, no mention of reader’s genitals, vibrator, overstimulation

NSFW under the cut! Minors DNI

The man’s definitely gonna make you wear a vibrator during the day, i’m sorry if you’re his s/o

It’s gonna be one of those remote control ones - only the best for his precious producer!

If you have the misfortune of pissing him off or even flirt during work, oh you’re gonna get it

Or you know what? He might just save the energy until evening and just instead turn up the vibrator and watch with a smirk as your thighs clench together over the toy and you bend over for him, trying not to let moans slip past your lips - those lips he loves to kiss and even bite so much

Bonus points if there’s multiple people in the room and your face flushes as you glare at him silently and he smiles back innocently, without a care in the world

He also knows you well enough to know when you’re about to cum. And will he let you? Absolutely not.

When you’re about to reach your high, he’s going to turn it almost all the way down, if not completely off. Because you won’t be allowed to cum until he gets his hands on you himself

As soon as night falls he’s taking you to the bedroom himself - and he won’t let you go till morning

When did your clothes get on the floor? Oh well, it’ll be the least of your worries when Rei’s face is between your thighs, eating you out like a starving man on his last meal

It doesn’t matter if you try to push him off or close your legs, he’s much stronger: he’ll pin your hands above your head with one hand while the other holds your thigh in place

He’ll definitely leave bite marks all over - on your neck, shoulders, chest, the insides of your legs - everywhere

We all know he gets more energetic at night… he’ll get you overstimulated, body shaking, saliva and cum staining the sheets

He’s not a monster though; while his aftercare might not be god-tier, he knows how to treat you after sex- the comforting words with the soft voice he knows you love, the soft touches while he tucks you in, the food and drinks he prepares for you beforehand - he loves you too much to let you go uncared for

In the meantime though before the aftercare is the sex soooo….. until morning comes or his stamina runs out, good luck

[plumdiggity]

This fabric is so thin I’m 90% sure someone is going to see nip today.

[spicyraeman]

lae'zel's turn now [full ver. here (explicit)]

[butchismo]

May I get you pregnant

[pinkanonwrites]

God imagine dating Bumblebee and him finding out you own the stinger dildo abdbfbbsjfjf

I think he’d go through the 5 stages of grief before wanting to see if you could actually take it (and get his hopes up that you could take his spike one day)

There's a multitude of emotions that go through Bumblebee when he finds out that you own The Stinger. First is embarrassment, because he has no idea why the thing exists in the first place and it's scarily accurate. Once the realization hits that hey, he's not the one who should be embarrassed in this situation, you should be, that's when the playful teasing starts. Think like the scene from Parks and Rec:

"Aww, you had a crush on me! So embarrassing..."

"We're married."

"Still!"

That one.

Followed by the teasing about you trying so hard to please him for his sake, then a bit of surprise at your flirty confidence. Then the 'It's not too late to back out, y'know? Don't take more than you can handle.~' to the 'Okay seriously babe I don't want you to actually hurt yourself, you don't have to try so hard to make it fit.' then finally, the 'Sweet Solus it's actually gonna fit.' That's when he starts to turn into a pathetic, whimpering mess, because you are just so warm and so soft and so tight and it still boggles his processor that it actually fits and the mental image of you practicing and working your way up to actually being able to take his spike has him overloading with a strangled whine before he can even warn you. The Bumblebee Stages of Horny.

[sakumasmut]

You name yourself sakumasmut, you must give us some of your thoughts on Rei pls (Definitely not because I ran out of fantasy of him 👀)

well, I named myself sakumasmut because I stole Rei’s name, I don’t actually think about him too often. but I do have some thoughts!

Rei Sakuma General Nsfw Headcanons

-only really interested in sex at night, since he feels bad that he’s so sluggish in the morning. rei sees sex as a big act of service and love, and wants to give back to his partner as much as he can during it. that said, he’s not opposed to being serviced by you in the morning/afternoon if you so desire

-not actually that big on biting! he’ll teasingly drag his fangs against your skin to get you excited, but puncturing it and making you bleed isn’t something he’s keen on. he’ll even be a bit hesitant if you do explicitly ask him to bite you

-he’s into sex in cramped places. a dark closet works fine, but if you really want to see his eyes light up, suggest doing it in his coffin. he just loves having your warm body right up against him as you grind against each other, with nowhere else to go

-he’s such a tease if you let him dom. whispering praise while he thrusts way too slowly in and out of you, his smooth voice constantly finding its way into your head…add in the fact that he loves taking his time, and he’ll be making you beg for him to make you cum far before he even considers speeding up