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delulu4anime · 2 months ago

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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔢𝔫⇥ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ʙꜰꜰ!ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ x ʙꜰꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ꜱɪᴢᴇ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ꜱᴀᴡ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴠᴀɴᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ɢɪᴀɴᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴇʟꜱᴇ. ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴍᴜᴛᴜ��ʟ ᴘɪɴɪɴɢ, ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀʀʏ, ᴘɪᴠ, ᴄᴇʀᴠɪx ᴋɪᴛʜɪɴɢ, ᴄᴜᴍᴍɪᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴜᴍᴍʏ, ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱɪᴄᴋ ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 2ᴋ+

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ʙʀʀʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴡ ʙɪɢ ᴡᴀᴋᴀᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ɪꜱ. ꜱᴇx ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ ɪꜱ ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ɪᴛ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ/ᴀʀᴇ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ/ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ/ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ

You and Ushijima had been friends all throughout your childhood; where you would go he would follow and vice versa. He taught you all there was to know about volleyball while you taught him the many hobbies you had picked up over the years. Despite going your separate ways after high school, he with volleyball and you with uni, you still managed to make time for each other when you could. You would video chat often and you even went to visit him while he was living in Poland. It was a place you figured he would’ve lived for many years to come until one day in March he mentioned that Kuroo had flown to Poland to visit him.

Ushijima told you about the way Kuroo encouraged him to come back to Japan so he could play; that Ushijima’s reputation was growing more amongst the youth. You were excited about the idea of him coming back home but you didn’t want to push him to make any hasty decisions. It was a decision you figured he had all but forgotten about…at least that’s what you thought. Normally Ushijima was too focused on practices, condition training, or games to think of much else but since Kuroo approached him about coming home he couldn’t stop thinking about one thing. You.

It was what pushed him to agree to come back home and join the lineup of many athletes that were recruited by Kuroo. It was why you were ecstatic to know that your best friend was coming back home. The plan was for you to go get him from the airport towards the end of August and he’d stay at your place for the duration of his stay in Japan. That was the plan until he found himself heading back home a week before schedule and taking a mixture of trains and cabs just to get to your place. He needed to see the way the corners of your eyes crinkled when you laughed at something he said or the way your voice went an octave higher when you told him about something that you were passionate about. He missed that…missed you. He was beyond exhausted but it was all worth it when you opened the door to your apartment after he knocked on the door. Seeing your expression was what he had longed for.

"Toshi?" You asked as your eye widened.

"Hey." Ushijima said as the corners of his mouth turned up.

You didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face into him. You hugged him tightly as you smiled widely at the fact your best friend was back home. You felt him wrap his arms around you and lean down so he could bury his face into the crook of your neck.

"What are you doing here? You weren't suppose to be back home for another week and I was suppose to go get you from the airport." You said as you went to pull away but his grip on you tightened as if to tell you to stay put.

"I missed you." Ushijima murmured against your skin and it sent a shiver down your spine.

There was something different about him this time around; his touch lingered longer than it ever had before. You almost wondered if he was sick but before you could think too much on it he pulled away from your neck and looked down at you.

"I just wanted to get back home to see you." He spoke in an even tone like he always did; it not giving away how he felt but those hazel eyes sure did.

Ushijima slowly walked you back into your apartment as he closed the door behind him. He gently push you against a nearby wall and you're breathing hitches at the way he looks at you. He drops his bag on the floor absentmindedly and puts his hands on either side of your head; his size being used to his advantage like it always had been. You had no idea where this side of him was coming from but it was more intimidating than how he usually was. He gaze down at you for a moment before he moves one of his hands down to run his thumb over your bottom lip.

"Did you miss me pretty girl?" Ushijima softly said and you could feel your cheeks heating up almost immediately. All you could do was blink up at him for a moment before you slowly nodded your head.

The silence that fills the space between you is palpable and you almost felt suffocated under the tension that was building between you both.

"I wanna hear you say it."

"Missed you Toshi."

You watched as his lips pulled up in a full smile, a natural smile, one that you had been lucky enough to see countless times throughout your many years as friends. Friends...that's all it had been between you both. You loved him but would never say because how could you? Why would he want to stay tethered to his hometown when he had the world at his fingertips? Yet in this moment it felt like so much more.

"You know I've never been good with expressing myself," Ushijima said as he looked from your lips to your eyes. "But can I show you instead?"

You blinked up at him as you tried to register what he was saying. You exhaled a breath and then nodded your head.

"Yes."

He took a deep breath before he started to lean in. Your eyes fluttered shut and a moment later you felt his lips against yours. The kiss was sweet and tender at first; years upon years of longing for each other coming out in the kiss. His hands had moved to your hips and your lips moved in sync between the two of you. Delicate and tender.

It quickly turned into desperately pawing at each other's clothes and tongues moving against one another. A trail of your clothes led to your bedroom as you managed to continue the heated kiss. You move towards your bed and pull him down with you when the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed. Your legs spread almost on instinct to accommodate his stature between them. You both fully pull away from one another as your bedroom is filled with the sound of your pants; the longing in both your eyes made you wonder how long he had felt this way about you too.

"I'm sorry." He panted out and you furrowed your brow at his apology. "I just took your clothes off. I didn't even ask if-"

"Toshi I let you do that." You said with a breathy chuckle. Your hands coming to rest on his flushed cheeks.

"So it's okay if I keep going then...even if we..."

"Please."

The way you looked when you said that and how breathy it came out made something inside Ushijima snap. His lips were back on yours in an instant and he grabbed the back of your thighs. He pushed them closer to your chest as he started to grind his hips against you; you moaned into this kiss which he took advantage of as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. You could feel yourself getting wetter the more he rubbed against you. You knew throughout your friendship that Ushijima was big but his cock took it to a whole new level.

You were surely wet enough but you doubt, even with prep, that you'd be able to take him that easily. You could feel the tip start to guide itself in and his nails digging into your plush skin; you grabbed at the sheet below you as you whined against his lips. He started to slide in a little more which caused your body to tremble. You pull away and look down between your body's with a lidded gaze.

"T-Toshi...s' too big." You whine out which only causes him to groan lowly.

Ushijima sits back on his thighs as he pushes your legs a little closer to your chest. His face is flushed and his breathing is labored as he stares down at the pussy he had dreamed about for years. You were so pretty and he couldn’t stop himself from sliding a little more into you which caused you to grab ahold of one of his forearms.

"Shhh pretty girl. I can make it fit," Ushijima breathed out. He was too mesmerized by the way your cunt splits open for him. "You can take it. Know you can."

You moaned out his name as he slowly slid inch by inch inside of you. The stretch was a bit uncomfortable but was quickly replaced with the thought that you were stuffed full by him. Your crush for as long as you could remember. It was a realization that had hit Ushijima just moments before. You were finally together the way you both had always wanted to be.

You both panted as neither of you moved for a moment; no doubt getting use to the way the other feels. It was you who bucked your hips first that caused him to be brought out of his daze. A second later he started to move at a slow pace to make sure he wasn't hurting you. You couldn't even keep your eyes open, you were too focused on the way the pleasure started to course through you. It was soon after that Ushijima started to pick up the pace when you stopped whining and started moaning more.

He rested his arms on either side of your head as he dipped down into the crook of your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his body pressed against you fully. The weight of his body on top of you combined with the way his hips moved was making your eyes rolls back.

"Feel so good," Ushijima grunts out as he places soft kisses against your neck and shoulder. "Love the way you feel."

"I-I love you Toshi." You gasp out and he pauses for a moment as he lifts his head up from your neck. He looks down at you with pupils blow wide.

"Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

You opened your mouth to repeat your words but before you could you let out a choked moan. His hips started to pound into you at an ungodly rate and you could feel his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. Your nails digging into his skin and he groaned out your name.

"A-Again pretty girl.

"I-I love you Toshi! I love you!"

You felt him reach down and rub quick circles against your clit; your body started to squirm away at the overwhelming feeling he was giving you. His chuckle along with the sound of skin against skin filling the room. His other arm wrapping around your thigh and pulling you towards him to meet one of his thrusts. You cried out in pleasure and it only pushed him closer to his release.

"Where are you going pretty girl? Been waiting so long to feel you like this." Ushijima panted out and his fingertips rubbed even faster. You couldn't even form a proper sentence. Just incoherent babbles and moans that soon pushed him right over the edge. He grunted out your name as he pulled out just in time to cum on your stomach. His fingers against your clit combined with the way he said your name was how you came undone.

Your eyes were closed as you focused on your labored breathing. The way you had felt so full and now it was gone made you wonder if asking for another round already was too soon. You felt him gently stroke your cheek and your eyes opened to look up at him.

"I love you too...so much." Ushijima whispered and the way you clenched around nothing made you realize it wasn't too soon to ask him for another round. You had to show how much you missed each other right?

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋꜱ

ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ

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sonamytrash · 8 months ago

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Needy

An: Because why not.

Pairings: Levi x f!reader

Warnings: pregnancy, pregnancy k!nk, pregnancy sex, oral sex, female anatomy described, rough sex, making love, orgasm, creampie, established relationships. MDNI.

Levi paused at the entrance of his modest yet comfortable home, his gaze falling upon the floral wreath you had insisted on hanging at the front door. He didn't really understand your insistent need to decorate with these sorts of things but it made you happy and he had to admit, whenever he now approached his home it made him think of you, which warmed his heart and almost brought a small smile to his usually stoic features. He stepped inside his humble abode. The warm glow of the fireplace illuminated the room, casting long shadows against the wooden floorboards, keeping the house warm during the approaching winter. He kicked off his boots, hung up his coat, and glanced at the clock in the corner of the room, wondering if you might still be awake.

He padded silently up the stairs, careful not to wake the cat, who was curled up asleep on the bottom step. Another thing that had grown on him over the years. It was a messy little creature at times, but it was so darn cute, and you always defended it despite how troublesome it often was. When he reached the top, he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of you as you lay in bed, one hand cradling your swollen belly. The moonlight streaming through the window cast a soft glow over your skin and the gentle rise and fall of your chest as you breathed.

Levi quietly slipped into bed, careful not to disturb you. Wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you close as he runs his hand over your bump, resting his cheek against your hair. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

You smiled when you heard him come into the room, opening your dreary eyes as you feel him get into bed and wrapping his arm around you, back to him still. "I'm doing okay. A little uncomfortable, but I'm managing." You turned over onto your side to face him, propping your head up with one hand. "How was your day, love?"

He smiled at you. "It was... long, but good. The new recruits are proving themselves to be quite capable." He trailed his fingers along your arm, admiring the way your skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. "I'm just glad to be home with you now."

You reached up and traced your fingertip along his jaw. "Me too," you murmured, your voice soft. You look into his eyes, and your heart swells with love for him. Despite the exhaustion that was so clearly etched into his features, he still managed to look handsome as ever. His dark hair framed his pale, angelic face perfectly. "You really are quite handsome, you know," you murmured as you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against each other in a gentle kiss. A light blush painted your face.

Levi felt his resolve begin to crumble under the weight of your gaze and your touch. He leaned in again, his lips mere inches from your own, "Anything else?" He asks knowingly, your hormones these past few months making you needier for him than ever before, and you were eager to feel him inside you. "Levi..." You breathed, your voice low and sultry. "You make me feel so... desperate." Your heart raced as you waited for his kiss, your own lips parting eagerly.

"I need you, Levi," you whisper seductively. "You need me, hm?" he murmurs, his voice a sultry rasp before pressing his lips against your own in a kiss that was anything but gentle. You moaned into his mouth, hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. He slid one arm beneath your back, pulling you tight against his chest, the other hand cupping your face. "Well, what kind of man would I be to deny the mother of my child what she needs?" He says seductively before kissing you again.

Your kisses grew more urgent, more desperate as you arched your back, pressing your swollen breasts against Levi's chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath your palms. He growled low in his throat, a primitive sound that sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but meet it with another needy whimper.

Your hands move to quickly unbutton his shirt. Pushing it from his shoulders, revealing his muscular chest and the trail of hair leading down from his navel to his groin. You reached down, trailing your fingers over it before unfastening his pants, freeing him from his uniform. Your fingers finding his erect length. His breath hitched as you wrapped your hand around his cock, stroking him slowly, teasingly. He quickly grabs your hand, pinning it above your head. "Patience, love. Let me take care of you." He teased.

His lips trail down your jawline, nibbling and sucking at your skin, and then lower still, to the curve of your breast. He cups your breast in his hand, his thumb teasing your nipple through the silk material. You cry out and he kisses you again, deeper, harder, as he continues to pleasure you. As you arch your back, offering yourself to him. He readily accepts the invitation, sliding his hand down your the curve of your stomach, over your hips, and under your nightgown between your legs. His fingers find you slick and ready, "So wet for me already," as he presses a finger inside of you, circling your clit with his thumb.

"Can't wait to taste you." Without preamble, Levi drops to his knees inbetween your thighs, gripping the muscle of your legs as he holds them apart as his mouth descending on your throbbing core. His tongue swirls and licks with ruthless precision, devouring your essence as if it were his last meal. One hand grips your thigh, holding you in place, while the other deftly slips a finger inside your quivering channel. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he rasps against your slick folds, his eyes smoldering up at you over your bump. Your expression painted with lust and longing for release.

Levi's chest rumbles with a possessive growl as he drinks in your lewd expression and desperate moans. "That's it," he rasps, his fingers curling to stroke that sensitive spot inside you. "Give me everything."

Levi's grip on your thigh tightens, holding you steady as he works you toward the edge. When your walls begin to flutter around his digits, he pulls back just enough to murmur against your slick flesh. "Cum for me, my love. Let me taste you."

Levi smirks against your cunt as your orgasm washes over you, your essence flooding his eager mouth. He drinks you down greedily, his skilled tongue lapping and caressing every last drop. When your quivering subsides, he pulls back just enough to gaze up at you, his eyes gleaming with primal satisfaction. "Delicious, " he murmurs, pressing a reverent kiss to your swollen nub before removing your clothing entirely.

Levi's ravenous gaze drinks in the sight of you - your swollen, sensitive breasts, your rounded belly cradling his child. A low, rumbling growl escapes his throat as he trails calloused fingers over your delicate skin, almost reverently. "Look at you," he rasps, voice thick with raw desire. "You're absolutely breathtaking." His hand slides up to cup your face, thumb brushing your kiss-swollen lips. "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, carrying my child."

His mouth trails down to lavish attention on your swollen, aching breasts. Levi's tongue swirls and flicks against your sensitive peaks, drawing helpless mewls of pleasure from you. "So responsive," he murmurs, his breath ghosting across your sensitized flesh. "I love how much you need me like this."

As you came down from the height of your release, he positions himself between your legs, his erection pressed against your wet folds. He guides himself inside you as you arch your back, crying out at the feel of him filling you, the stretch and pressure, as always, so exquisite it was almost painful.

His hips bucked forward as he sank into your welcoming heat. You were so warm and wet, and you felt so good wrapped around him. He thrust deeper, feeling your body stretch to accommodate him. He pulled back slightly, only to push forward again, relishing the sensation of being inside you. Your bodies moved together in a rhythm that felt almost instinctual.

You arched your back, nails digging into his shoulders as you meet his thrusts with your own, your hips grinding together. You quickly felt yourself growing closer to the edge, your senses overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through you. You nipped at his neck, leaving a trail of red on his skin as you urged him on. "Yes," you gasped, "like that... harder..."

Levi watched your face, drinking in every expression as it flitted across your features. Your lips were parted, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your eyes glazed with lust. He reached down, teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his fingers, heightening your pleasure.

Levi could feel your inner muscles clenching around him, your body tightening as you neared climax. He thrust deeper, his movements becoming more urgent as he fought to bring you both over the edge. "I'm close," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let go... let me feel you..."

"Fuck, Levi..." you moaned as you surrendered to the sensation coursing through your body. Your muscles spasmed around him as your inner walls milked his cock in time with his thrusts, you let out a loud moan that turned into a gasp as he followed you over the edge. His hips bucked roughly before he buried himself deep inside you. With a guttural growl, he slams his hips against yours, burying himself to the hilt as his thick, throbbing length pulses and swells within your heated depths. "Fuck," he moans "That's it, take it." His hands grip your waist in a bruising hold, holding you firmly in place as his orgasm rips through him.

You both lay entangled in the sheets, your bodies still joined, your hearts racing. You run your fingers through his hair, feeling the strands slick with sweat. You stayed there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of your passion, your bodies still joined, minds still reeling from the intensity of your lovemaking.

Levi reaches down to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead. "Are you okay, dear?" he asks softly, his voice still husky from your exertions.

You smiled up at him, eyes shining with contentment. "Never better," you reply, running a hand down his chest.

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angeliiix · 11 months ago

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☄. *. ⋆ satoru wakes you up in the middle of the night needy. <3

"mmm, baby?"

he was like clinging onto your arm, pouting and mumbling nothings to himself and you, trying to get your attention, and you seemed, well... obviously tired.

"satoru, it's 3:30 AM.. get some fuckin' sleep.."

did you know those words would lead him to being on top of you??

(immediately btw..)

fuck no!

even if he was behind you, pounding his shaft into your cunt in such a fast pace, his neediness never left, he was panting, cursing under his breath as he heard your little moans and groans, his neediness for your cunt never changed..

even after many orgasms, even after holding onto your waist so hard bruise marks started appearing, he was still so fucking needy for you. it's satoru. it makes sense.

and in the morning, he acts like the shit never even fuckin' happened.. (asf frfr.)

☄. *. ⋆ work belongs to: @satoruhh (multiple fandom writer.)

(sorry it was so short, was kind of in a hurry.)

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l4zyb0n35 · 8 months ago

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THE BREAKING POINT

SMUT FIC

PAIRING: Alastor x F!Reader

SUMMARY: Y/N is a diligent worker, much to the chagrin of her partner, Alastor. Despite his efforts to get her to stop for both their sakes, Y/N remains steadfast in her duties. However, Alastor finds a loophole to this situation.

WARNINGS: Really really great awesome writing skills, Established romantic relationship, (can be seen as dating, fiancé, or married), AFAB reader, usage of Y/N, Sexual content (obv), Mature themes, Mature language, Nudity, Breastfeeding, Unprotected sex, MINORS DNI FOR UR OWN SAFTEY, Alastor manipulates her but only to get her to stop cleaning the hardwood floor, Alastor kinda controls her but not too much. Let me know if i missed anything :3

NOTICE: please don't copy or steal or translate any of my work or you will be haunted in your dreams and i will spawn something unpleasant at your porch the next day. But...thanks for liking my work !! >.< Property of @l4zyb0n35 and @genderlessdude92

WORDS: 2.4k

Requests are open, support is highly appreciated!

〰ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ..。.:*･ﾟ♫₊ ♪ *♬‧₊enjoy!~

You were a very hardworking woman around the hotel, to say the least.

Your excuse? “Well, Charlie is just dealing with so much, what’s my help going to harm but not… help?”

Ever since your dear partner, Alastor, invited you to live with him in his hotel room at the Hazbin Hotel, just to be closer as a couple,

You would not stop fucking working.

It’s driving him mad.

He has recently tried everything to get you to relax, to take it easy for once, but you were too stubborn for that. He couldn’t even believe how much work you did for such a small pay. It was honestly ridiculous since you weren’t even a maid, if that was what you were thinking.

So what if you were a bit of a clean freak, it wasn’t any reason to clean the entire damn hotel every day, including the outside, may we add.

You wouldn’t listen to his advice though, no matter how many times he told you to stop.

“Y/N, I swear if you keep cleaning the hotel I’m gonna…do something very bad,” he threatened one day while you were scrubbing down the lobby.

You chuckled, ignoring his threat.

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart, m’ not gonna lose a limb.” you said with a smile.

Alastor sighed, watching as you continued to scrub the floors.

“You’re just being stubborn, Y/N,” he mumbled under his breath.

‘My last resort, I suppose.’ he concluded in his thoughts, looking around to make sure nobody would hear them.

After making sure that they were alone at the scene, he walked back over to you, trying to fix his composure.

“…When will you come back to bed with me, dear? It’s been cold without you.” Alastor said, kneeling down to her level as he put on his fake facade.

You paused for a moment and turned to him, “Aw, Al, you miss my spot being filled in the bed?” You said, rubbing his shoulder.

He nodded, “It’s never the same without you, I’m afraid.” He tried to soften his smile.

“…You’re not just saying that, right?” You said, losing your smile and pausing your hand.

“What? No-no. I would never lie to you dear.” He said, defending himself.

“…When do you want me in bed, hm?” You said, picking up your supplies and ignoring your suspicions, “I need to shower, after all.” You added.

Alastor stood up, “Now?” He asked, trying to sound hopeful.

“Mm, sure.” You nodded, walking off with your bucket of cleaning supplies.

He silently celebrated his victory.

* * *

Alastor’s ears perked up as he heard the shower turn off.

He was currently laying in bed with only a robe on and some boxers, staring off into the bayou and he brainstormed what he could do to get you to stop working.

He decided a couple minutes ago that his only option left were to ‘have intercourse’.

It was quite smart, actually. All he had to do was take your ability to walk.

So he waited as your blow dried your hair, trying to ignore his unpleasant boner from beneath the cloth of his boxers.

He waited even more when you picked which robe to wear to bed,

which, as you stepped out the steamy chamber, was a red silk robe with Alastor’s initials on it, your favorite.

He had a smug look on his face, seeing you step out in his clothing.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were waiting for me.” You said, seeing Alastor sitting up in bed.

He smiled at you, “No worries, dear,” he said, standing up and putting his hands on your hips.

“I was just waiting for you to come to bed.” He said, bringing his lips close to yours.

You laughed softly, pulling back after a moment, “What’s the occasion, dear?” You rested your forehead on his, closing your eyes.

“Hmm?” He asked, confused.

“Why are you acting so lovey-dovey with me? Is it Valentine’s Day already?” You laughed again, resting your head against his chest.

“Oh, don’t act so surprised, darling.” He said, leaning forward and kissing your temple.

“But, really, what’s the occasion?” You asked, moving back to give him space.

“Well…” He said, thinking quickly, “I figured you deserved a break after all of that hard work you put in recently.” He said, smiling again.

“Oh, your so sweet, Al.” You commented, caressing his cheek.

He leaned into your touch, “Yes…so i decided, what better to do so than taking your ability to walk for the next morning?” He sighed sweetly.

You paused, “…forget about Valentine’s day, did rut season come early?” You said, raising an eyebrow.

Alastor grinned, “It’ll definitely feel like it.” He said, grabbing your waist and laid you flat on the bed.

He moved down to your neck, kissing and suckling on it.

“Alastor…” You laughed out softly, more in a mumble.

“…Sshh, just let me do my thing, okay?” He whispered in your ear, continuing into your neck until he was sure to leave a mark, latching off of it with a ‘pop’.

He then made his way down, stopping at your breasts, cupping them in his hands and giving each nipple a gentle tug before resting his lips onto one of them.

He sucked and nibbled on it, moving to the other breast and doing the same.

He stopped, hearing you moan quietly under him, “Are you enjoying yourself?” He asked, looking up at your face.

“Oh, yes,” you gasped out, feeling your legs go weak as you lay there, “Keep going.” You added, running your fingers through his hair.

Alastor smiled, continuing to kiss your breasts until he felt you get wetter and wetter.

He sat up, sliding your robe off of you and throwing it somewhere across the room, leaving you in just your panties.

His eyes widened a bit at the sight of your body, “How did i end up with a sinner so beautiful.” He said, resting his head on your stomach, giving the fat of your hip a squeeze.

He ran his hands up and down your thighs, stopping at your panties and pulled them off of you, tossing them aside.

He then spread your legs apart and started to rub your clit gently with his thumb.

You let out a soft moan as you let out a jolt throughout your body from the contact, “F-fuck…” You breathed.

Alastor smiled and brought his free hand to your mouth, “Lick.” He commanded, placing his index finger on your tongue.

You obeyed, tasting your juices on his fingers.

He swiftly pulled the claw out your mouth, then slowly slipping two of them into your gummy walls.

You moaned out again as he curled his fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out of your hole.

He pulled his fingers out of you, sucking them clean as he moved your body to the center of the bed, sitting on his knees atop of you.

“Now,” he grabbed your left left, throwing it stop his shoulder, “You know the safe word, dear?” He said, grabbing ahold of his member and teasing your entrance with it.

You nodded, moving your hips for some more friction.

“Needy, I see…” You pulled his cock farther from her, “I need words, dear.”

“Y-yes, Alastor…” You struggled out.

He started to fist his member slowly, “Wouldn’t want to hurt my prized possession.”

After a moment, he pulled his hand away to put another leg up on his shoulder, scooting in and rubbing his duck along your slick folds.

“O-oh….” You breathed out as his meat hit your nub, “P-Put it in, Al…” You mumbled.

“Hm, what was that?” He stoped his member, resting it upon your nub as a tease.

You bit your lip, grinding against his dick, desperate for him to put it in.

He chuckled, pulling it back, making you stop.

You let out a whimper.

Alastor looked at you with a lustful look, his smile widening. “I need you to beg for it, dear.” He claimed, enjoying the moment.

You blushed, looking away for a moment.

Alastor tilted his head, grabbing his member again and started fisting it slowly.

You gulped, looking back at him, still not meeting his gaze, and whispered something incoherent.

He grasped your chin, turning it so you would look at him. “What’s wrong dear? losing interest in my so suddenly?” He said, making you shake your head, “Hm…then beg for it.”

"Please, Alastor, put yourself inside of me, fill me up, fuck me, please!” You begged, moving your hips for a feeling.

He stopped your hips, growling as he pushed himself inside of you without any warning, making you moan loudly.

“F-fuck…” you cursed from the sudden movement, trying to squirm away automatically.

Alastor noticed this, pausing his movement as he grabbed your arms, then your hips and waist, getting you to stop, “What’s wrong dear?”

You looked at him, “…k-kiss me?”

He smiled softly, “Anything for my doe.” he said, leaning down and kissing you directly on the mouth.

Although, as he leaned down, his dick moved further inside you, causing you to let out a jolt once again.

He caressed your hair, “It’s already in, dear,” he mumbled lovingly on your lips, “you’ve done your work, now just relax. I’ll do everything else.”

Waiting until you nodded, he pulled away and slowly began to pull out, before thrusting in swiftly, but gently.

You whimpered softly, gripping the sheets under you.

He pulled out and pushed in again, slowly building a rhythm.

He began to thrust faster, more cruel, “Oh, Alastor…” you moaned out, holding your hands around his neck.

Wet skin slapping together filled the room’s noises, alongside the crickets in the bayou, making you blush from the awkward noises.

Alastor noticed this, beginning to buff out his breaths and growls, and silently sent over his shadow to turn on the radio to a quiet, intimate jazz station.

“Hah…Alastor…” You breathed out as he shushed you, thrusting faster.

His cock rubbed against your walls, hitting all the right spots.

After a while, Alastor started to feel a familiar coil in his abdomen, grunting as he forced his hips to go at an ungodly pace, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Gonna fuck you so good, darling…” He huffed, “Fill you up…you won’t be leaving this bed, understand?” Making you look at him directly and he moved your head with a tendril.

“Y-yes, Alastor…” You mumbled, trying to hold eye contact.

“Good girl…” He awarded verbally, growing another tendril into sight as he moved it down to run your clit, getting a high pitched moan out of you.

“F-faster, Al…I feel it…” You tightened your legs on him, tensing up.

As your tits bounced up and down from the thrusts, you couldn’t help but have to cover them because of the breeze from the bayou-

“No,” he immediately said, lifting one of his hands from clawing at the sheets and placing your hands around his neck, immediately diving down to suckle on your breasts.

“O-oh, yes!” You cried out, feeling his tongue circle around your nubs as he switched between the two.

You groaned as you felt the familiar coil in your abdomen grow after a couple thrusts, “I’m g-gonna cum soon, Al…” You scratched at his back in pleasure, trying to chase at your orgasm.

That’s when he didn’t switch to another breast, but kept sucking on one of them, rubbing and squeezing the other with his hand, making you wonder what he was doing,

Until you felt some milk come out of them.

“Ah-Ah! Alastor! I’m close!” You said, your legs shaking violently as you felt the intensity of him suck and squeeze milk out of you.

He growled, fastening his pace even more, making them even more tougher and he enter and exited your womb space, “Come for me, darling, let me hear you sing for me…”

His dirty talk only got you closer and closer to your edge, until,

You threw your head back into the mattress, arching your back as you let out a blissful cry of pleasure, clenching around him as you rode your orgasm, struggling to even keep your eyes open.

Alastor let out a beastly growl as his form quickly morphed to a more intimidating one as he shoved he cock into you one last time, releasing his seed inside you.

His cum leaked out of you as he slowly pulled out, quickly stuffing his fingers inside your hole so the cum would stay.

“What a good little for you are to me…” He said, admiring the mess you both made on the bed, and then just you laying there.

Noticing how you were still breathing heavily, not moving your body unless a little twitch, he leaned down to whisper softly, “How about some cold water, dear? Think this’ll help you relax?” He asked dotingly, making you nod instantly.

That made him chuckle, moving over to the edge of the bed as he stood up, going over to the nightstand and placing a water pitcher there from the shadows, and walking over the the bathroom for a towel.

***

As he came back from the bathroom with a hot rag in the hand, he noticed how you were half asleep, yet still conscious, which made him laugh softly as he place the rag down by the pitcher, crawling over to you.

“Mon Cher, you’re all fucked out by yours truly.” He smiled softly, fetching the rag from the nightstand with his shadow as he began to wipe your cunt clean.

When he was done, he then took notice of your breasts, how there were some stray milk on them.

Shrugging and tossing the rag aside, he leaned down and softly licked the milk off your chest.

You giggled softly in your daze, “Alastor…” You rubbed your eyes.

When he finished up, he filled a glass of water from the pitcher and turned back to you, sitting you up gently as he tipped the glass of water to your lips.

“Think you’ll be walking tomorrow?” He wondered aloud.

“Hm…will you stay with me here if i don’t?” You asked as you finished your glass.

He placed the cup down, “Of course dear,” he promised, crawling under the sheets beside you, sending his shadow to turn off the lights in the room as he cuddled close to your fragile state,

“Sleep well, dear.”

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Rengoku Kyojuro. X Chubby Reader!

Warning: Dirty Talk, Handjob (solo), Petname (Little Flame), Fingering (Female Receiving), Spanking, Caught, Oral sex (female receiving), Rengoku being a tease. Basically, NSFW. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Also, be mindful that I didn't really mention much of the reader's appearance (besides, she's a female) since I wanted to keep it vague for everyone to relate as much as possible, though it is definitely for the more voluptuous side of ladies. 😊

Please be mindful that the photos are not mine, but the making of the collage is.

MINORS DNI!!!! 🔞🙅🏻‍♀️If you're not comfortable with this, please ignore!

Rengoku X Chubby Reader!

Rengoku Kyojuro was definitely the golden retriever to her black cat; he was radiant, positive, and motivated compared to her aggravated, gloomy, apathetic demeanor. In all honesty, he was odd. Nonetheless, he was her master, and she was his apprentice, someone she admired and looked up to but secretly craved.

He was the sweetest man she had ever met.

Treating her so well that he made up numerous training exercises that were much easier for her, also allowing her to train graciously by his side, whipping her into proper shape. Though being a Demon slayer was no easy task, it was mentally and physically draining, often leaving her body sore and her fingers cut with callousness. Afterward, as a celebration, he would take her to eat, saying his signature phrase, “Umai!”

His unexpected, amusing outburst caused her to discreetly smile at herself while taking a bite of her rice.

When he finally took her to her first mission, Master Ren~ was there every step of the way. He supported her in every way until the demon they were hunting got the upper hand, catching her off guard. The demon was about to strike her, but a sudden thump seemed to pause that.

That thing was the demon's dismembered hand, which caused them to scream in anguish. She was so caught up in thinking about what her mentor had done that she didn't notice him moving in front of her in a battle stance. “Don't worry, I got this.”

Okay, so…her first mission wasn't the best. She even apologized for almost getting them both killed, bowing over with her face heating up in embarrassment and tears threatening to spill from her eyes.

“You’re right. That was reckless of you, but it was also irresponsible of me to think you were ready.”

“I'm sorry.” She failed her Master's.

“But with how things could have gone, I could say you did better than expected, and that counts.” He sighed, placing his hand on her head and patting it.

Why was he so nice to her when he should be lashing out? She doesn't get it but can't help her heart from beating fast.

Despite her reluctance, they are now at Butterfly Manor, per her master's directive. Miss Shinobu insists that she be confined to bed rest for days to recuperate and avoid overworking, while her mentor has gone on a solo expedition, leaving her feeling disheartened.

Thanks to the help of the sweet caterpillar triplets, she was able to heal correctly, much to her relief. With such happiness, she wanted to get back on track and improve her training with her mentor.

For that to happen, she needed to let him know she was okay.

Despite being under house arrest and having only seen Master Rengoku once, she couldn't resist the urge to visit him upon learning of his return. Even though she knew it was wrong, she sneaked through the dark corridors and stood directly in front of his chamber.

With nerves building up inside, she lightly knocks on the sliding door.

Knock

A moment passed of dead silence. No noise coming from the inside can be heard.

Feeling intrusive and not wanting to bother the man, she turns to walk away but stops mid-step when she hears faint sounds coming from his room. Overthinking the worst and believing Rengoku had been injured during his assignment or had perhaps drawn an intruder his way, she bursts through the sliding door, expecting to see her mentor hurt and struggling to bandage himself up or someone ready to strike.

Instead, she was met with his arms, keeping his upper body upward as he lay, there the gracious Flame Pillar himself, Rengoku Kyojuro, was in bed, desperately stroking his heaving member.

In disarray, the iconic uniform worn by all Demon Slayer members was noticeably absent. Instead, leaving him draped in a robe, slightly ajar, with his majestic naked body fully exposed.

Unveiling every scar she’d fantasized about feeling, running her hands down his chest and to his leaking member- though back to this embarrassing encounter.

Her lips parted, and a gasp escaped before she could contain it, expressing her surprise.

Catching the lustful gaze of her dearest mentor.

"I-I'm sorry," she blurted out before she could stop herself once again.

Before she could allow Rengoku to cover himself fully, she turned around and dashed out of the room. However, she barely made it a few steps before the baggy pajama pants she was provided caused her to trip and fall to the floor, further embarrassing her.

“Ow..” She mewled, rubbing her forehead while sitting in a W position.

Unfortunately, the situation has taken a turn for the worse.

"It seems that we've caught someone trying to sneak a peek into things they shouldn't be."

A harsh voice looming over her sent a shudder down her spine.

Her breath seized as she saw her dream guy; his formerly spiked-up hair was now unkempt, with bangs falling low and obscuring those fiery eyes that used to stare into her soul, now appeared to be undressing her with his sinful gaze and faint smile he always seems to wear.

Trailing her gaze more down, she saw his robe was still unfastened, exposing his well-built body. Continuing lower down his happy trail, Rengoku appeared to have some dignity by putting on a fundoshi, much to her relief and dismay.

The moment that sliding door closed, Kyojur was at his wit’s end.

He treats his curvy apprentice like the goddess she is, worshiping her mind, body, and soul and never once treating her anything lower than that standard. However, being the man who must train her so she could someday become a Demon Slayer has its moments where he has to be tough and rough with her so that she won't get killed if a scenario were to come.

Much to his dismay, it just happened days ago with that infuriating Demon. He expected much better from her but was caught off guard and almost killed in front of him. If Kyojuro didn't interfere, he was certain his beloved flame would have died.

So when the opportunity came to protect her, he took it, forcing her into house arrest to “Heal.” Even then, he couldn't handle that and went on a mission to distract himself from what had happened.

But even that couldn't help him.

The metaphorical leash he’s tightly held was slowly loosening from his grip.

“You are in serious trouble.” Kyojuro’s hands roughly grabbed her ass, kneading a handful of her cloth skin as he could fester, making her whimper.

“Such a bad girl, my sweet flame.”

“Whatever.” She huffed out, rolling her eyes. “It’s not my fault. I knocked multiple times, but no response.”

Kyojuro was irritated and annoyed by her sassy behavior, and he needed to take a deep breath and not let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him.

She backs away from the tall man, trying to walk away from him, but is stopped by a big, surprisingly warm, rough hand that grabs hold of the back of her neck, bringing her close. She let out a gasp, and then he took full advantage by slamming his lips down on hers.

Her arms instinctively pressed against his nude chest as her heart beat loudly on her own.

“Such lies your speaking.” He mumbles against her, grabbing her hair and pulling her head to the side to give him access to her neck.

As though sensing her need to defend herself, Kyojuro kissed her again, still hungry and desperate but more gentle than before.

“Admit it, you're a voyeur.” He whispers in her ear with a sly grin.

"What!" She whisper-shouts, her cheeks burning from shock and humiliation.

He shifts his hand from her neck to her waist, drawing her in against him while he pushes them back and toward the bed's edge. This causes her to fall back onto the bed, with one arm supporting her while Kyojuro leans over her.

She looked up at him with those dough eyes and plump lips sinking between her teeth.

That’s it, Kyojuro finally snaps.

Finally, he let go of the subconscious leash, liberating himself from the subconscious restraints.

Bringing himself forward, Kyojuro sat at the edge of his bed and took hold of one of his beautiful flame’s ankles, bringing her close to the edge of the bed to undo her pajama pants and pull them down her legs.

He took a sudden deep breath, feeling his breath catch at the astonishing sight before him.

“You’ve been naughty, my sweet blaze.” Kyojuro guided her to stand before him, resting his hands on her waist to keep her still. She rested her hands on his shoulders while staring in a longing gaze.

“I think you need a punishment.”

His hand firmly comes down against the curve of her ass, and she gasps at the contact—a slap ringing through the room.

“One!”

He smirked at her reaction, seemingly satisfied at the dark handprint quickly revealing on her skin.

“Keep count for me, k?” He softly caressed her ass with his other hand while grinning and repositioning the one that was holding her hands behind her back.

Before she could say a sentence, his free hand roughly met her ass again. The full force of his strength struck her left ass cheek more aggressively than she anticipated leaving her crying out.

“Two!”

Another slap landed on her other cheek, slightly lighter than the first two but still hard enough to take her breath away and anticipate more.

“T-Three.” She hesitated for a moment, nearly losing track of the count, but she quickly regained composure before her devoted master could take further action.

Another slap landed on her ass.

Then another.

And another.

There was a brief pause, Kyojuro letting go of her restrained hand while also allowing the throbbing soft flesh of her ass to have a break from its punishment. Rubbing a hand over the darker shade he had left, feeling the warmth it brought and much more.

“What’s this?”

Seeming to notice between her spread buttocks was a damp patch on the front of her panties. Dawning on him that his curvy beauty was getting off on this.

“You like this?” He murmurs under his breath.

Curiously, Kyojuro slips her panties halfway down her legs, caught between her lower thighs, his thick, calloused fingers spreading her folds. It's sinful how hot her wet heat is; squelching noises filled the room. “Should’ve known you'd be like this since you're a voyeur.” He chuckles to himself.

Shudders of embarrassment ran through her body. She squirmed on Kyojuro's lap and buried her flushed face in the mattress, muffling her whimpers and soft moans.

“K-Kyo…”

Yet he was stronger than her, keeping her in place as he slapped her cunt. Making her arch her back as she cries out.

His fingers bully their way inside her, and Kyojuro chuckles, feeling how her gummy walls immediately tighten around him.

Leaning down to face his sweet, precious flame, he whispered in her ear, “Looking for something bigger? Hmph~ You’ll take what I give you, whore.”

She tilted her head to the side, looking at his radiant gaze. Lust could be seen through his lidded gazes.

Scissoring her warm heat, her juice splashed with every deep thrust dripping down her thighs and to the ground.

“Ooooo~” Her mouth formed an "O" as tears welled in the corners of her eyes. Her legs trembled while she pitifully tried to hump his fingers.

“Gonna cum?” He hummed against her.

“Ugh, yessss…”

At the edge of her orgasm, about to cum so beautifully around his thick fingers, which were speeding up and sloppily beating her g spot, Kyojuro pulled his fingers out and rubbed her lower lips before he slapped her throbbing clit for good measure. Standing up and off the bed, he removed himself from his sweet, curvy beauty, quickly wanting to get rid of his undergarments.

Revealing his once again long and hard cock, springing free and in his hand, moved down to give himself much-needed friction pulling on the heaving rod.

She whines, throwing a tantrum under his gaze.

“How dare you! This is so not fair!” She pants out. Pouting at the sight of her master stroking himself in front of her, making her feel ever so desperate and needy, her warm heat once again feeling tingly and in want to finally cum.

That her right hand slowly started to make its way down to her throbbing clit, but the Flame Hashira was fast enough to grab her once again ankle and bring them upward, sliding her legs apart, keeping a firm hold on her parted thighs, and he brought his body forward and between her legs.

His sharp stare kept her in a trance.

“Don't you dare touch yourself unless I tell you to,” He growled lowly and demanded as she gasped from the sudden sensation of the tip of his member probing at her slick entrance.

She bit her lip to keep herself from moving her hips, shuddering at the restrained.

“Do I make myself clear?” He fixed his gaze, concentrating intensely on the sweet flame in his hands.

She quickly nodded her head. At this point, she couldn't go against him as much as she wanted to fight against him. She was willing to go along with whatever he wanted just to feel her sweet release.

But against her better judgment, her hips disobeyed her and moved against her will. Moving against him, his tip slid along her slick folds. One of his hands quickly went down to her doughy hip, pinning it down as he furrowed his eyebrows, his mouth hanging slightly as he inhaled sharply.

“You’re so despicable. Such a needy little slut that can't stop herself. Just want me to lay everything down and just slam my dick inside you, huh? Have your juice all over me, hmmm?”

It was only for a moment, just a moment, that he allowed himself the pleasure of his tip dragging along her throbbing bud as he spoke those sinful words to her as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

Though only for a moment.

“But you don't deserve that. This is a punishment, after all.” That set her off, whimpering for him to continue, edging him on to continue dragging his length along her, but she was stopped by the tightly held hand on her soft hip.

Rengoku quickly yet dreadfully pulls himself off her before going down on his knees, bringing her lower half to hang off the bed and onto his shoulder and his hot breath hitting her core.

Suddenly, sniffing noises emerged from the room, shyly having the curvy beauty cover her face in embarrassment.

“You smell sweet~,” He says before placing a hand on the top of her lower stomach and the other spreading her lower fold, allowing him to kiss her pussy, causing her to whine.

“No…” She timidly sought to encourage him to move away from her lower half, reaching for his shoulder in an effort to pull him away, but he remained stubborn.

Licking her pussy and sucking on her folds, causing her to cry out and squirm under his grasp. Instantly bring her thighs together to ease the bliss she was feeling.

"Nah-huh" He fumbles to speak, too preoccupied with covering her cunt and repeatedly creating the number eight on her delicate clit, all the while firmly placing a hand over her thigh to keep them apart.

The feeling of his warm breath hitting her core and his tongue making swirls around her clit before slipping past her slick fold was a feeling she had never felt before, making her hands move to his hair, holding onto the spiky strands for her dear life.

That was his cue to nip at her delicate fold, for always trying to break him apart from his feast, causing her to let out another lewd moan.

Each touch has her gasping and her inside clenching around nothing as her legs begin to shake from the sweet torment. His strong hands on her body felt as if she was on fire as she tried to grind down against his lips, but his grip only tightened around her doughy thighs, sinking deeper into the soft flesh, and her sweet moans only seemed to grow loud at the sight of his biceps flexing.

Instinctively bringing a hand behind her to clutch onto the sheet as continuous kitten licks and sudden sloppy kisses on her pussy sent her feeling once again her sweet edge as the knot formed in her stomach and her back began to arch, catching Rengoku’s fiery stare.

While all this was happening, not once did he allow himself the pleasure of touching himself. legs knees under him with his thighs spread wide, visibly showing his weeping hard-on.

The throbbing flesh was hot to the touch, ready and dripping with pre as it twitched with every thrilling pretest and moan she dared muster in an attempt to run away from him.

He waited for the right time. The right moment to finally give the heaving rod a few strokes right as she was about to cum, wanting them both to climax at the same time.

He smears his pre around the head, encouraging him to continue around the length and down to the base.

Kyojuro slowly stroked himself, following the same rhythm he had set with his greedy mouth. Imagining his cock being the actual one doing these things. His stroke became pumps, sweeping his thumb over the tip, swallowing her with his heated eyes as she watched him intently, barely blinking.

Groans escaped his already parted lips, deep and clear rumbling through her lower half.

He was on the verge of his release as he squeezed his tip. He could feel her shuddering on his shoulder, and he used it as a sign to pick up on his rhythm for both him and her.

“I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” In a moment of desperation, she lets out a weak cry, her eyes half-closed and rolling back as she runs her fingers through his hair. In her agitation, she tugs at his hair as she reaches her breaking point.

Milliseconds before Kyojuro moaned out loud.

He shot ropes of hot cum onto the ground, momentarily closing his eyes and losing himself devouring the sweetest juice he ever tasted.

Finally, after minutes had passed, the pounding in her head made her hyper-aware of his breathing, so shallow and deeper than she ever heard it.

Pulling away and resting her lovingly on the bed, Kyojuro stood from the ground. Pins and needles ran through his legs, yet he didn't seem to care. Finally allowing himself to open his eyes, he stared at the beautiful beauty he towered over, pupils dilated and plump lips enticing, all spread out on the bed with only her pajama shirt on.

He was the first to move before she could lean up to kiss him. Crawling into bed and hovering over her with his arms supporting his weight on either side of her head, he leaned down and kissed her.

His captivating kiss carried the familiar taste of her, drawing her close to him by the neck, molding her into putty in his hands.

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lyralu91 · 1 month ago

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Writing smut = I NEED this man.

#tom hardy #james delaney #james keziah delaney #taboobbc #taboofx #writing smut #smut ahoy!#fanfiction smut

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lilacxquartz · 2 months ago

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part 19 of 19 of kinktober: roots/vines

hanami x f!reader

plot: when you said that you wanted to be one with nature, this wasn’t quite what you meant, not that you minded at all — themes: monster fucking, smut, f!reader, roots as tentacles, soft hanami — w.c: 700ish

kinktober masterlist • main masterlist • ao3

You were lying in a soft patch of grass on a warm spring day; the silky blades of lush greenery tickling against your skin as your vision otherwise flooded with an endless sea of blue from the clear skies ahead. Nature was calming, you thought, so maybe Hanami was right—maybe you should be doing this more often, after all—reconnecting with it, that is.

Her suddenly involved presence was far from subtle as you felt something brush against your leg, recognising the sensation of one of her roots. You didn’t protest it, feeling the coarsely snaking vines brush against your skin, curling and twisting around your ankle and up towards the innermost part of your legs.

You couldn’t help but react with a shuddered shiver, unable to deny that whenever she made an appearance, that you couldn’t quite surrender to curiosity again and again.

Softer stems adorned with flowering buds sprouted from the roots, churning and writhing towards your sensitive skin. Hanami had managed to close the gap since then, revealing her pale form loom before you, her voice taking on an almost calming tone, “Are you feeling better?” she asked, or at least you were certain she did. It took a while for you to comprehend the words she spoke but now you were almost certain that you had accomplished some fluency.

With a lazy nod, she seemed content with your response. You relaxed even further as you felt her vines constrict around your body, almost giving way to a possessive grip. The organic tendrils of spearing greenery explored every inch of your body, mingling with every soft curve of your skin. The sensation was equal parts thrilling and terrifying, sending freezing shivers down your spine as the sensations grew all the more overwhelming and harder to ignore.

Feeling your hands ball fists against the grass as your fingernails dug in towards the dirt, you arched your back as the touch soon grew almost invasive. Gliding around with explorative wonder, her vines delved deeper, driving themselves into your core—pulsating, swelling and even twisting inside of you—forging a unique pleasure that you hadn’t yet experienced before.

Hanami was feeling braver today; much more bold and although you weren’t resistant and even welcoming… such a claim over your body felt almost possessive from her, like she wasn’t about to let you go.

Choosing not to question it for now, you allowed for her hands to hover over your body and produce more roots and more vines that she had navigated through the ground, bursting from the earth and spiralling around you to keep you locked in place. The sensation was almost intoxicating; feeling as the tiny ticklish buds danced over your skin, feeling as the tight, constricting tendrils kept you so perfectly confined.

She kept you just like this; her expression as ever a blank slate as always, not giving away a single hint of her true feelings. All you could do was endure and trust that she had the best intentions in mind for you, allowing her to continue her relentless exploration of your body until finally… you felt a shift. The shift, in fact. Picking up on what this meant immediately, Hanami drove herself in and over your flesh however best she could, practically milking the pleasure clean out of your form. Your heart raced as you tried to focus on everything all at once, unable to do so as the vining movements intensified, hurtling almost violent, perhaps forceful out of you. The combination of tickling buds quivering over your clit and the throbbing, almost feverish pistoning into your near spent cunt was reaching the point of no return.

With one final powerful movement up against your hilt and the correct pressure over your clit, you finally came undone in the most intense way. Much to your delight but also pain, Hanami did not pause as she milked the pleasure from your body, prolonging the climax and forcing your body to almost ache with bliss.

At long last, she then pulled away, laying flat beside you over the grass. Slowly, she wrapped her strong arms around your more delicate form, reeling you in close as she commanded for the roots to now instead gently press around you instead, like a hug.

The air was warm and you were exhausted, though happily falling asleep right beside her, intent on proving again and again, that not all humans are keen bent on destruction.

That some, like you, just wanted to love.

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delulu4anime · 2 months ago

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𝔚𝔢𝔩𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔗𝔬 𝔓𝔩𝔬𝔱 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔩𝔳𝔢⇥ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ᴀ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ⇥ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ!ᴛᴏꜱʜɪɴᴏʀɪ ʏᴀɢɪ x ᴡɪꜰᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʀʏ ᴘᴀꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ⇥ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴜʟᴏɢʏ⇥ ᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ…ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇᴅ ᴀᴅᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴘʟᴜꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱᴏ ʙᴀᴅ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢꜱ⇥ ᴘɪᴠ, ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ꜱᴇx, ᴘʀᴀɪꜱɪɴɢ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ, ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ꜱᴇx, ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ, ᴅᴇꜱᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴛᴏꜱʜɪ.

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴛɪᴏɴ⇥ 2.3ᴋ+

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴍᴏɴ⇥ 🔞ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛ. ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇʏᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴅɪꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴇᴅ. ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ🔞-ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴀɴ ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ᴋɪɴᴋ. ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɢᴏᴛ ᴍʏ ʙʀᴀɪɴ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ʙʀʀʀʀʀʀ. ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴀᴜ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴡᴇʟʟ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏꜱʜɪ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴍɪᴅᴏʀɪʏᴀ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ��ꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴀᴛᴇ-ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛɪᴇꜱ. ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜɪꜱ! ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

🪦ᴛʜᴇ ʜʏᴍɴꜱ⇥ ʙᴏʏꜱ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴ' ᴏɴ ᴇᴍᴘᴛʏ/ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴛ?/ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ/ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴇᴀᴛ/ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ/ɪ'ᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴇʀʀʏ ᴛʀᴇᴇ/ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴍʏ ʙᴀʙʏ'ꜱ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ/ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴛʜᴀᴄʜᴇꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪꜱꜱɪɴ' ᴍᴇ

For as long as Toshinori could remember he always wanted to be that light in the world that people needed; to be a symbol of hope. For people to rely on him in their darkest times and know that at the end he'd help them through it. It had been a several years since his mentor, Nana, death and almost two since he returned back home to make his debut as All Might. His plan was to become the hero he always wanted to be and with time he did. Everything was going according to plan until he met you; the greatest side quest he'd ever taken.

You met each other when you were around twenty-five at the coffee shop you had been working at throughout college. You were so shy talking to the number one hero but with his frequent visits there was a friendship that was built. A friendship that grew into a relationship and ended with you taking his last name. In the two years of marriage Toshinori never knew your presence was what he needed to fill so many voids inside him. Even on days where that smile almost slipped he thought of getting back home to you and that's all he needed to help him push through a little more.

He loved you so much. So much so that a thought started to form in the back of his mind. A thought that was growing more and more persistent every day. Every time he saw a family walking down the streets during patrol. Every time he rescued a pregnant woman from a villain. Every single time a child with a toothy grin ran up to him and asked for his autograph.

That thought ran through his mind...he wanted a baby. He knew it was a big choice and at the end of the day it was completely up to if you wanted to start a family. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore the urge to ravish his pretty little wife. He decided then that it was time to have a conversation about it. He just needed to calmly and nonchalantly ask for your opinion on it.

It was a rare Sunday off for Toshinori which meant you got up a little earlier than you normally would so you could make him breakfast. You slipped out of the bed without disturbing him as he slept on his stomach facing away from you. You bare feet walking across the hardwood flooring of your apartment as you made your way into the kitchen. You start moving around as you got a pan to cook the eggs or the seasoning you usually used. Soon the savory smell wafted throughout the apartment and caused Toshinori to stir in his sleep.

He let out a grunt as he reached his arm over to feel around for you. The sheets were still warm but he didn't feel your body. His head shot up immediately as his groggy mind took a minute to process that you weren't in bed and the smell coming from the kitchen was you. It took a moment before he was coming down the hallway and yawning. He scratched at his bare stomach as his gaze landed on you and he froze.

The way his white T-shirt hung on your body only reminded him of how much bigger he was than you. It caused something to shift inside him and the thought of making a baby now was the only thing clouding his mind. Especially when you looked over your shoulder like that and your lips pulled into that sweet smile of yours. Saying he was smitten by you was an understatement. He was about to show you how much he really loved you.

"Good morning Toshi. How'd you sleep?" You ask him before looking back down at the eggs you were finishing cooking.

Toshinori came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. He dipped his head down into the crook of your neck and inhaled your scent. Gods, he swore your scent was an aphrodisiac. How could he be so addicted to the way his wife smelled? He placed a lazy kiss on your shoulder as a soft hum escapes you.

"I slept good. How about you love?" Toshinori asked as she continued to place gentle kisses against your skin. You couldn't help but smile as you plated the egg on the dish next to you.

"I slept peacefully like I always do when you're next to me." You sweetly say and it only makes his heart skip a beat.

His kisses soon make their way to your neck and the kisses soon turn a bit more intimate; his lips parting to leave open mouth kisses against your sensitive skin.

"I love you." He whispered as he presses himself closer to you. You could feel his warmth envelop you and you didn't miss the way his clothed hard on seemed to press into your lower back. One of his hands moving under the fabric of your shirt while the other moves to your hip.

"I-I love you too Toshi." You said in a shaky tone as you reached out to turn the stove off now that you were done with cooking and that motion only caused your ass to brush against him more. His groan sent a shiver down your spine and you knew right away what was going to happen.

It sent heat straight to your core and when you felt him spread his palm over your stomach you couldn't help but exhales a breath. Your eyes fluttering shut when he sucks on your skin softly.

"Y'know been thinking lately," He murmured against your skin as he rubbed gentle circles against your stomach. "about how cute you would look pregnant."

Your eyes shot open and you turned to look over your shoulder at your husband. He lifted his head up from your shoulder and looked down at you with those blue eyes you had fallen in love with all those years ago. Her lips part as heat started to rise up in your cheeks at the idea of having a baby with him. You hadn't even considered it since you had been too busy at work to really think of anything else and Toshinori was thriving as the number one hero; you didn't expect this.

"Toshi what are you-"

"I want to start a family with you. What do you think? A mini us running around and filling our place with a little more noise," Toshinori breathed out as he gently moved a hand to your shoulders. He shifted you over and pressed lightly against your shoulders blades as you bent over the counter. You could hear the way his breathing sounded labored as he started to grind his hips against your ass. "P-Please think about it my love. Want to get you pregnant so badly."

You could feel him start to push the fabric of your t-shirt up and his fingertips tucking into the waistband of your panties. He waited just a moment wanting to hear your sweet words. Ones that would either snap him out of the spell he seemed to be under or ones that would push him to ravish you completely. Your thoughts swarmed with the idea of starting a family; to have a baby with Toshinori’s eyes or his sweet smile. To see your child bouncing around while they watched their father on tv saving lives and vowing to be a hero just like him. To run your hands over your pregnant belly and feel the baby kick for the first time. An overwhelming feeling of love for your husband hits you and you looked over your shoulder at him and nodded your head.

"Words my love. Please," Toshinori practically whined out. "I need to hear you say the words."

"I...I want you to get me pregnant Toshi."

That's all it took for Toshinori to rip your panties off your body and strip you out of the t-shirt that was his. He quickly spins you around so he can pick you up and gently put you on the counter so you're more eye level with him. He crashes his lips against you in pure desperation and you immediately wrap your arms around his neck as you kiss him back. You can feel him stripping himself out of his sweatpants and kicking the material to the side as his tongue moves inside your mouth to claim every inch of you. He moves his calloused hands to your thighs and slowly spread them open for him to easily slide his fingertips over your wet folds. He pulled away as those lidded blue eyes focused in on the way your face contoured into one of pleasure when he slowly slid two of his fingers inside you. You moved your hands down to grasp the edge of the countertop.

"You are so beautiful," Toshinori whispered as he rested his free hand on your cheek. Your eyes slowly opening as you looked up at him. "You are so good for me my love." He praised as the pace of his fingers moved faster inside you.

The way he curled his digits inside you caused you to moan and tremble on the countertop. You could feel your release quickly approaching which he knew; it caused him to keep up his pace and soon you were coming undone for him. He smiled down at you before he captured your lips in a heated kiss; he removed his fingers from you and moved his hands to your hips.

"That's a good girl. You did such a good job," Toshinori praised and it was only clouding your mind more. "Wrap your arms around me my love."

You wrap your arms around his neck and he picks you up with ease; his stature and the last several years of hero work making picking your precious body up a walk in the park. He closes his eyes and presses his forehead against yours; his fingertips grasping your thighs tightly. He lowered you down against him as inch by inch started to slide into you. You both moaned in unison as you gripped onto his broad shoulders tightly; he continued to lower you onto him until he was buried inside you to the hilt.

"Oh sweetheart you feel so good." Toshinori moaned out before he moved he moved to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

Despite being married for the last several years you still hadn't gotten use to the stretch. It always made you feel so full. It was the same for him, the feeling of you enveloping him was one of the best feelings. You were always so tight and wet for him, like your body was made just for him. He started to move his hips in long, deep thrusts that only caused you to moan out for him with each movement of his hips. He squeezed your thighs again as he moaned against your skin; he wanted to savor every one of your sweet moans and whimpers.

"F-Fuck Toshi," You whines out. "L-Love you."

"H-Haaa, I love you so much," He says in between soft kisses against your skin and grunts. He lifts you up as he buries himself deeper within you as if he just can't get close enough. He lifts his head from your neck once again as his lidded gaze looks at you. "Look at me sweetheart. Please."

You let out a cry of pleasure at the way he seems to go deeper than he was before and you clung to him desperately. You open your eyes and look up at him as you moan out his name. He can't tear his eyes away from you, all that matters to him in the world was you.

"Gods, you're so beautiful, so perfect for me." He groans. "I'm so lucky you're all mine."

Toshinori's hips faster which only causes you to moan loudly at the way he moves your body up and down like a rag doll. You can feel the pressure in your lower stomach building quickly and you dig your nails into his shoulders.

"You're so tight...so warm." He groans as he struggles to keep his eyes open, the sensation of you surrounding him is too much. "Please my love."

"T-Toshi...w-want a baby...please gimme a baby." You whimper out.

There it is again, that whimper of yours. The pleading, the need, the hint of desperation. The last bit of self control he had was slowly slipping away and his thrusts became a bit erratic.

"Nghh...you want it?" He pants out. "You want me to, oh fuck, give you a baby love?"

"Y-Yes!" You scream out as you press your face into the crook of his neck. Your thighs tightening around his waist. "Please Toshi!"

His hips pounding into you poor cunt repeatedly as he whispered sweet things in your ear was your undoing. You cried out his name as you came undone around him and were ascending to cloud nine. The feeling of you completely falling apart like that, because of him, was a moment he wanted to keep in his mind forever. He twitches inside you at the way you cry out his name and he thrusts once more before coming deep inside you. Your womb painted white with his seed. You tremble in his arms as he rubs at your skin gently.

"You did so good for my sweetheart." Toshinori pants out. Despite being a little shaky himself, he makes his way out of the kitchen and into the living room with you in his grasp. He sits down on the couch and gently grabs your jaw so he can look at your pretty fucked out face. "So good that you're gonna give me another right? I'm getting you pregnant today."

©ᴅᴇʟᴜʟᴜ4ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ 2024 ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ

ᴅᴀɪʟʏ ᴄʟɪᴄᴋꜱ

ᴘᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇ

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sonamytrash · 9 months ago

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Distraction

AN: Based after the female titan arc where Levi injures his leg. Cute lil nurse reader and Levi come to terms with their mutual feelings after the scouts suffer such heavy losses. Smutty smut smut galore, enjoy! Divider by @cafekitsune

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x F!Reader, Levi x Nurse reader

Warnings: Sex, little bit of angst, mostly smut, handjob, fingering, sex, vaginal sex, female anatomy described, mutual pining, orgasm, creampie, dirty talk, Levi's office chair is humanities strongest chair, not proof read.

Levi sat at his desk, one hand propped up under his chin as he stared out the window, watching the rain patter against the glass. Levi ackerman's office was as austere as he was. It was a space that invited solitude, a retreat from the chaos of the world outside. And yet, even in this sterile environment, there was a certain air of... anticipation. A spark of life that Levi had not felt in a long time. He could feel it crackling in the air, dancing on the tips of his fingers, and whispering his name. It was not the wind, nor was it the rain that had been pounding against his window for hours. It was you. You were coming.

You were a welcome distraction from the current stres and grief he was plagued with these past few weeks. The gorgeous nurse with the sweet voice, gorgeous figure, and big doe eyes. He found himself looking forward to your visits amongst the chaos.

Levi couldn't help but wonder how long he'd been admiring you for. It seemed like every time you had to patch up any injuries or wounds, his gaze would unconsciously gravitate towards you. You were a beautiful woman with an alluring personality. He settled on the thought that he had been drawn to you for as long as he could remember.

Over the years, your relationship has evolved from one of a patient and nurse, to something more complicated. He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew it went beyond professional.

His thoughts drifted back to the last mission. His entire squad had been wiped out, amongst hundreds of others, and he was lucky to have made it back with just an injured leg. The memories of that day replaying themselves in a macabre loop in his mind.

He couldn't help but wonder how you would feel if he didn't make it back alive. Would you mourn his loss? Would you remember him as more than just another injured soldier you had tended to? The thought both terrified and thrilled him.

Levi leaned back in his chair and surveyed his office once more. The door was slightly ajar, and the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the hallway outside. He took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart, and straightened his posture. This was Levi ackerman, after all. He wasn't the type to get flustered or nervous. But he couldn't deny the butterflies in his stomach or the heat that had spread to his cheeks.

The footsteps grew louder, and then there was a gentle knock on his door. His heart leapt into his throat. "Come in," he croaked, his voice sounding strange and distant even to his own ears. The door opened, revealing a vision of loveliness that took his breath away.

"Good afternoon, Levi," you said, "I'm here to check up on that leg of yours." Your voice was as alluring as ever, like honey dripping from the tongue of an angel. You glanced briefly at his injured limb before looking back up at him. Even that simple action made him feel a strange fluttering in his chest.

As you walked over to him, your movements were fluid and graceful. Levi tore his gaze away from your curves and back to your face, not wanting to seem rude. You knelt down beside his chair, your eyes meeting his once more. "How's the pain been?" You asked, your voice low and soothing.

Levi swallowed hard, trying to find his voice. "It's... bearable," he managed to say. "Better than it was, at least." You nodded, studying him carefully. He felt self-conscious under your scrutiny, as if you could see right through him, as if you could read his mind that was plagued with desire and by thoughts of you.

You reached out your hand, your slender fingers gracefully curving over his knee. The contact sent a jolt of awareness through him, making his breath hitch in his throat. "I'll just take a look," you murmured, your voice low and soothing. Your touch was gentle but firm as you began to probe at his leg, feeling along the muscles and bones.

Levi closed his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation of your hands on his skin rather than the way your body brushed against his chair. It had been so long since he'd felt anything like this, and he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have you in the way he desired most.

"And how have you been, Captain?" You ask him, trying to initiate conversation sensing his tense body language.

He shrugged, looking away momentarily. "Oh, you know. Bored out of my mind. Nothing new." You giggle at his comment, and he felt the heat in his cheeks growing more intense at the adorable sound, his expression softening. "Is there anything I can tell you about the state of my leg that you don't already know?" He asks teasingly.

"It's healing nicely. You're making excellent progress." Your voice was soft and reassuring, "but I do want you to take it easy for a little while longer. No strenuous activity, alright? Or else." Your fingers danced over his knee again to examine the proximal area of his leg, sending shivers up his spine. He chuckles. "Or else what?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You smirk playfully in response, "or else I'll come for you, I don't care if you're humanities strongest soldier." You pout playfully, trying to hide the fear in your eyes, thoughts of how he only narrowly returned from the recent scouting mission. "I'll come and find you and drag you back here myself." You said sternly. "Understood?." You ask, meeting his gaze, his lips curve almost into a smile, that answers his earlier question. Your face was etched with concern, concern for his wellbeing. Because if one day he didn’t come back, your heart would break.

You continued your examination, your fingers moving higher up his thigh. Levi's heart raced, and he could feel himself growing harder beneath his uniform. He tried to focus on something else, but it was impossible not to notice the way your breasts pressed against your uniform whenever you leaned forward.

"Though I do think you're ready for some light exercise," you said, your voice still soft. "Just to keep the blood flowing and help with the healing process." You paused, looking up at him with those eyes, those fucking eyes. "And," you added with a mischievous grin, "to make sure you don't get too bored sitting around all day."

"Well," he said, his voice slightly unsteady, "What did you have in mind?" He forced himself to meet your gaze, hoping his expression conveyed the interest and attraction he was feeling.

You paused your examination, hands resting gently on his thigh. Levi felt your eyes flicker down to where his uniform was straining, and he couldn't help but blush hotter, you had noticed. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't bring himself to break eye contact with you. There was something in your gaze that made him feel both vulnerable and strangely aroused.

"I see you're feeling a little warmer over here," you murmured, your voice low and teasing. Your thumbs slowly brushed against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. He could feel the heat rising in his face, and his breath came faster as you continued to touch him.

"That's understandable, considering the circumstances." Your thumbs traced light circles over his hardness, and Levi gasped, arching into your touch. You smiled at his reaction, your eyes glinting with mischief.

"But you shouldn't feel embarrassed." You continued, your hand palmed harder along his length, and Levi bit back a moan.

You smiled, eyes never leaving his as you lifted yourself to his level. You leaned closer, your breath warm against his ear. "I could help you feel better," you whispered. "If you'd like." Your hand slipped around to cup his groin, your thumb pressing against the tip of his erection.

"Fuck," Levi moaned, unable to contain the sound as pleasure coursed through him. He arched his back, pressing further into your touch. "Yes," he managed to croak. "Please."

With practised ease, you undid the buttons of his uniform, revealing his chest. Your touch was gentle but firm as you guided his shirt off, tossing it aside. His skin was warm and smooth beneath your fingers, and you revelled in the feel of him beneath your touch.

"You've been such a good patient," you continued, your voice a husky whisper. "I think it's only fair that I reward you."

Levi arched into your touch, a hiss escaping his mouth. He wanted more. He needed more. He reached up, threading his fingers through your hair and pulling you closer still, their lips mere inches apart.

"And you've been such a patient girl, waiting for me to come back in one piece all those times, patching me up each and every time. I'm sorry I've made you worry. It only seems fair that I return the favour...." He says, mimicking your words seductively with a tenderness you had never heard from him before.

You smile as you lean in, your lips brushing against his. The kiss was tentative at first, a mere flutter of your lips against each other. But as your tongues met and explored the depths of each other's mouths, the kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate

You leaned forward, your breasts brushing against his chest as you reached down to unfasten his pants. With practiced efficiency, you slid them off, taking his boxer briefs with them. Levi was left bare before you, his erection standing proudly, leaking pre-cum. You couldn't help but marvel at the beauty of his body, the way his muscles rippled beneath his skin. His gorgeous cock that had just the right amount of length and girth.

You watched him with a mixture of lust and tenderness, your eyes tracing the lines of his face and body. The way he responded to your touch made your heart race, the feel of his skin beneath your fingertips and the sound of his pleasure echoing in the quiet room.

You fingers tracing a circle around the head of his cock before wrapping your hand around him, stroking him slowly and gently. He arched his back, pressing into your hand, moaning softly. His hips began to move of their own accord, seeking release. Your expert touch sending waves of pleasure through him. Your fingers tightened around him as you began to stroke him faster. Levi groaned into the kiss, his hips bucking upward. "Y/n" he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I want you." He breathed. You smirked at his words as you straddled him in his seat, careful not to put too much of your weight on his injured leg.

"You have me, you've always had me, Levi." you whispered, your lips finding his neck. Your tongue darted out, tracing a line along his pulse point.

Levi growled in response, arching his back further into your touch. He wrapped his arms around you tightly as he kissed you again, your tongues tangling in a desperate dance. He felt your other hand against his chest, your nails digging into his skin, leaving little trails of pleasure and pain. The sensation only served to heighten his arousal, making him harder and hotter than ever.

You moaned into the kiss, your body moving in perfect synchronicity with his. Your hips now rocked against his, grinding against the thick ridge of his erection. You felt the warmth of him, the need in every thrust of his hips.

Levi's hands were everywhere, tracing lines of desire over your skin, his fingers leaving trails of heat in their wake. He nipped at your earlobe, sending shivers down your spine, and then soothed the sting with a tender kiss. You arched your back, pressing your chest flush against his, your breasts crushed against his muscled chest.

"Take off your clothes," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "Show me everything." There he was. The assertive, forward and absolutely fucking irresistible Captain Levi.

You felt your heart race as you gazed into his lustful eyes, your cheeks flushed, biting your bottom lip. Slowly, you reached up to undo the buttons of your blouse, revealing the underwear you wore beneath. You pulled the fabric off, letting it fall to the floor before he reached behind you and unclipped your bra. Your breasts, rosy and firm, were now on display, "Fuck." He groaned.

Levi's eyes never left your body as you continue to undress, his gaze traveling up and down, drinking in every inch of you. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He reached out to brush a thumb over your nipple, and you arched into the touch, a moan escaping your lips.

You began to undo the button of your pants, your hearts racing in anticipation. You pushed them down over your hips with your underwear, revealing all of your body. Levi's eyes darkened at the sight of you, and he reached out to touch you again, tracing a line down your stomach, over your mound, and finally to the center, where you were dripping wet for him.

Your breath hitched as his fingers made contact, and you arched your back. You whimpered his name, pressing yourself against his touch. His other hand moved to cup your bottom, lifting you up so that you were positioned over him.

"You're so wet for me," he growled, his voice low and husky. "I can't wait to feel you around my cock." He spread your wetness with his fingers, teasing your entrance, before finally slipping one inside.

As his fingers found their way inside you, you gasped, he cupped you, his thumb brushing against your clit,

"Oh, fuck," you moaned, your hips moving in time with his hand. The sensation of being filled by his fingers was overwhelming, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. You felt yourself growing wetter, hotter, as he thrust his fingers deeper, curling them to hit just the right spot.

"You're so fucking tight," Levi groaned, his voice thick with desire. His fingers found your entrance again, slipping and sliding as they prepared your body for him. "L-levi," you moaned. He smiled against your skin, his free hand pinching and tracing lazy circles around your nipple. "That's it," he murmured. "Let me hear you." His other hand continued to work on your pussy, his fingers finding a rhythm that made you writhe and cry out.

He moved his fingers faster, harder, as he watched your face contort with pleasure. Your breasts heaved with each ragged breath, your nipples hard and begging for his attention. He took one between his lips, sucking gently before biting down softly, causing you to cry out his name again.

"Oh God, Levi," you moaned, your voice strained. Your inner walls clenched tight around his fingers, milking his touch, and he could feel your orgasm coursing through you. He increased the pressure on your clit, rubbing it in circles, his fingers still working you, slowly easing the intensity of the sensations.

He gently parted you r legs with his fingers, revealing your wetness to his gaze. "You're so beautiful," he murmured again, his voice low and husky. "So hot and ready for me."

You shuddered, your body still quivering from the intensity of your orgasm. You looked into Levi's eyes, your faces mere inches apart, "More," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He smirked at your words, "What was that? I couldn't hear you." He said teasingly.

You felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable with Levi looking at you like that, but it was also the most arousing thing you had ever experienced. His words sent a shiver of desire through you. "Please," you whispered, your hips moving in time with his hand. "I need you inside me, Levi."

Levi smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he watched you respond to his touch. He withdrew his fingers from between your legs, only to grip your hips and pull you closer. His erection pressed against you, hot and hard.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice gruff with lust. You nodded, eyes locked on his, your fingers digging into his shoulders. With a groan, he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly pushed his length inside. You met his movements and lowered yourself onto him. Your body tightened around him, greedy for his cock and he let out a shuddering breath as he felt your heat engulf him.

"Fuck, you're greedy little pussy is sucking me right in." He says through gritted teeth. Trying not to cum there and then. You whimper at his words as he stretches you "I can't help it Levi," You say breathlessly "It feels so good."

He began to move, slowly at first, his hips meeting yours in a steady rhythm as you adjusted to each other. You arched your back, as you felt him filling you, stretching you in ways you hadn't even known were possible. You moaned his name, nails gripping his shoulders.

Levi's movements grew more assured, his body aligned with yours in perfect harmony. The sounds of your skin slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony of desire. You were so wet, so tight, it was almost painful for him to hold back any longer.

Your face was flushed with desire, as you surrendered to the sensation of being taken by him. Your breasts bounced against his chest, hips meeting his thrusts with a desperation that threatened to unravel him. You moved against him with a ferocity that both aroused and terrified him. He was lost in the feel and the taste of you, the sound of your moans filling the air. He gripped your waist, his fingers digging into your soft flesh in an attempt to steady you as he felt the familiar tugging deep in his core.

He gripped your waist tighter, feeling the muscles in your abdomen tensing and releasing as you rode him. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you tried to find purchase, to draw him deeper inside of you.

Your lips parted in a smile of pure pleasure, the way you moved against him, the sounds you made, the way you arched your back and cried out his name—it was all driving him closer to the edge.

Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin, leaving tiny half-moons of red in their wake. He could feel you tightening around him, youer muscles tensing and releasing, your body moving in perfect harmony with his.

He could feel the heat emanating from you, the wetness that coated his fingers as he reached down and stroked your clit and your hips bucked harder against him in response to the stimulation.

"You're so fucking wet," he groaned, his voice raw with need. "I can feel you dripping onto my cock. You're killing me, baby." He thrust upwards harder, deeper, feeling you inner muscles clench and release around him in perfect rhythm. Your hips bucked wildly against him, urging him to continue.

"You feel so good," he groaned, his voice rough with need. "Your tight little cunt... It's like you were made for me." He thrust harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of your wetness. Your breasts bounced with each movement, your nipples hard and aching for his touch.

"You're so big, Levi," you moaned, your voice low and throaty. "Your cock is making me loose my mind." You mewled. His cock throbbed within you at your words, filling every inch of your tight, wet warmth.

"You feel so good," you moaned, your voice thick with desire. "I can't believe how much I love your cock."

"God, you're so filthy," he growled, his voice rough with lust. "I love how much you want this." Your dirty little moans sent a shiver down his spine. Your hips began to move faster, your body undulating in a rhythm that was both primal and irresistible.

"Oh god, yes!" You cried out, your voice breaking. "Don't stop!" You begged him, he bucked his hips up, thrusting deeper inside of you, kissing your cervix with his cock. Your movements growing more urgent. He knew you were close.

"Fuck, that's it," he groaned, his hips thrusting harder as he continued to play with your clit. Your body trembled above him, your pleasure building to a fever pitch. He watched your face contort in ecstasy, eyes rolling back into your head as you came undone.

"Yes," you moaned. "Levi, I'm going to... I'm going to..." Your voice trailed off as your body gave in to the sensations washing over you. With a force that took him by surprise, your muscles contracting powerfully around him, your juices pudling where your bodies were connected, cries of pleasure filled the room as you came.

Levi felt your body tense, the muscles of your core grip him tightly, and with a final, powerful thrust, he cried out your name as he came, his hips bucking wildly, his cock pulsing deep inside you. You arched your back as you met his thrusts, your body shuddering with the force of your own orgasm.

Your bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, sweat-slicked skin sliding against each other. His cock twitched inside you as he emptied himself into your cunt. You leaned forward, your forehead resting against his, your chests rising and falling in unison as you both fought to catch your breath. Your eyes were wide and glassy with desire, lips parted in a soft, satisfied smile.

He traced a finger along your jawline, tracing the outline of your lips before cupping your face in his hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'll stay alive." he said, looking into your eyes. "I promise, even if I'm not in one piece, I'll come back to you, always."

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angeliiix · 9 months ago

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☄. *. ⋆ suguru throat fucking you. <3

i can heavily imagine suguru just pining you against your bedroom wall and fucking the living daylights of your throat, the tip just continuously reaching the back of your throat.

and he talks insanely dirty towards you while doing it.

"fuuck, it feels big, hmm? babyyy.."

"such a pretty girl.. takin' my cock so well.."

he would overwhelm your whole entire body just thrusting his beautifully crafted cock in and out of your throat, eventually forming a bulge in your throat from how girthy it is.. :(

and whenever you cried, whining and moaning it was too big for your tiny little form, he would just go faster and wipe those precious tears away. pretty girls don't deserve to cry he says..

@angeliiix please minors dni with ANY of my content!!

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magnificentstrawberryomen · 23 days ago

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grey passion (nicholas ruffilo one shot)

bc it’s his bday today 😌😌

smut, bondage, swearing, unprotected p in v (wrap before u tap), thats it i think lol, MDNI

nicholas’ was finally free until january ánd it was his birthday today, and you decided to celebrate it extra big because of that. decorations were everywhere in the house, themed with his favorite interests mixed with hearts and all kinds of romantic things. he woke up this morning with the surprise, an excited glimmer in his eyed and giving you hundreds of thank you kisses all over your face just because of the birthday decorations alone.

you wanted it to be very special today, and since you both haven’t seen each other for a while you wanted this year’s birthday to be something he wouldn’t easily forget.

you looked down at your dark red lace body set you were wearing, turning around to see every angle in the mirror in front of you. it fitted your body very well, and you were positive that he would like it a lot. he loved to worship you, especially your body—his hands going to every inch of your soft skin, every outfit you were wearing and what was underneath, as if he needed to take it in so well every time that he would indeed never forget it. he didn’t want to—he wanted to remember everything about you. you two found each other in both your depths in life, you were his anchor, his savior, and he wanted to make sure you knew, kissing the ground underneath your feet.

nicholas meant just as much to you, he could always cheer you up even when you had already decided to push everything and everyone away at the beginning of the day—that was impossible to do when it came to him. he could always make his way in between the walls you set up for everyone else, and you were actually glad he could. he saved you from so much darkness, and you had done the same for you, that he sometimes called you his flower—you grew flowers in places he didn’t even know existed before he knew you.

you were his seed of happiness, making him grow, wanting to make him grow.

you had send nicholas away with some excuse to pick up something up for you. he had looked surprised, almost offended, mocking “aren’t i the birthday boy?” but he went anyways, he could never say no to you, even on his own special day.

and when he saw you, in the dim light of the living room only being lit up by some candles standing on the small coffee table and red LED lights, he dropped the two bags in his hands and immediately took you into his arms to carry you upstairs.

“look at you, looking all nice in this goddamn lace, my own personal, special birthday present,” he murmured, almost groaned, into your neck as he peppered kisses all over your sensitive skin.

“of course. wanted to look real nice for you, especially since we haven’t seen each other for a while,” you giggled back, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and he just hummed in response, his mind already hazy and running crazy with all the things he wanted to do with you.

normally he always placed you gently onto the bed, even if he took you harshly after, but right now he seemed into a rush. his grey eyes roamed hungrily over the dark red lace body still covering your heated skin, already turning excited as you questioned what he would do with you, and that was already quickly answered when he harshly opened a drawer open from his nightstand and took out red silk.

your eyebrows slightly raised in both surprise and curiosity, then meeting his gaze again, standing more dark and lustful than ever. he was serious about this, and you immediately crawled higher up on the bed, so he could tie you up. you didn’t even question it—you two had never done this before, but you trusted him more than anyone, and this actually quite excited you.

his clothes landed on the floor, unbelting his jeans as his eyes never left yours, standing so lustful and primal that your throat almost tightened with nerves and excitement as you drooled between your thighs.

then, he hovered over you, about to tie up his hair, but you shook your head no. “please leave it down this time,” you almost whispered, and the corner of his mouth slightly twisted up as he mumbled, “alright.”

as expected his hands inspected your lace body, humming with appreciation, before then tearing it off you in one smooth movement, and you gasped slightly before looking at him with raw anticipation. he was indeed so, so serious about this—he had missed you so dearly, fantasized about you so much and how your body felt underneath his, how you always took him so well, how pretty you looked when you were a panting, sweating mess.

“you’re gonna treat me real good for my birthday tonight, flower?” nicholas asked you as he slowly spread your legs, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, looking back to you after, and you eagerly nodded at him.

“yeah? gonna take me fully and well?” he then asked in a low murmur, looking down at his length as he positioned himself between you, and your breathing quickened with need for him.

“absolutely, baby.”

“good girl,” is what he answered before entering you without any further warning, making you loudly gasp as your head falls back against the headboard of the bed, and a low, loud grunt escapes his throat.

“jesus christ. have missed this and your pretty cunt so much,” he breathes before slowly moving, making the bed shake with each thrust, even more when he speeds up.

“fuck, i have missed you too, so much,” you breathed, overwhelmed by both the pleasure you had missed so much and his much more filthy mouth than usual, his need for you so big and primal.

“oh i can feel that baby, you take me so well, so fucking well.” his movements sped up even more, his closed eyes opening to burn right into yours, leaving you breathless by what you see in his grey—fire, big burning fire and passion for you, passion and determination to take you to the edge, to make you feel just how much those months without you have almost been torture for him.

you were his flower, his entire garden—making his soul bloom like no one else ever could. from this moment, as he looked at you and your entirety of love for him, he knew he never wanted to be parted from you ever again. and you knew, you felt it—and by the way your souls both connected even more than ever this night you were absolutely bound to be his forever.

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twirlywhirlywriting · 10 months ago

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Consequences of Being a Brat

Eddie Munson Fic Incoming!

NSFW 18+, Minors DNI! Okay so this one is… whoo. A lot more intense than my previous fics. I know I said my next fic would be with Clarke Griffin from The 100 but I got smacked in the face with inspiration for this so, here you go. This fic is purely self indulgent and I pretty much made it just for my own desire BUT I am sure all you dom!Eddie lovers out there will enjoy it too. I honestly have no clue if The Magic Wand existed in the 80’s but for the sake of this fic, it absolutely did. The ending is super fluffy so please stick around for it too! Please like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this, it would mean the whole entire world to me!

Word Count: 9,016

Warnings:NSFW 18+, Angst (very slight), Smut, Fluff, AFAB Reader, Aftercare, BratTamer!Eddie, Brat!Reader, Breath Play (one time near the end), Bondage, Biting, Potential CNC? (honestly I’m not sure if it is or not. Reader doesn’t want to accept punishment but it’s all a part of their brat/tamer dynamic and consensual, but as always, read at your own risk), Choking, Crying During Aftercare, Dom!Eddie, Degradation, Dacryphilia, Eventual Submission, Extreme Sensitivity, Face Slapping (Only a couple of times and it is not extreme), Forced Orgasms, Fingering, Humiliation, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Oral Sex (f and m receiving), Orgasm Control and Denial, Punishment, P-in-V (unprotected, wrap it up irl folks), Rough Sex, Sub!Reader, Spanking, Swearing, Squirting, Subspace (mentions of, it’s not super deep), Vibrators

Idk I feel like I overdo it with warnings sometimes but I want you to be able to read at your own risk and avoid your own triggers, I do not want my writing to cause harm! Only horniness and happy feelings! Anywho, here is my newest fic and I really hope you all love it!

Consequences of Being a Brat

The stage lights focused, the crowd hushed, and the electric hum of anticipation filled the air. Eddie Munson, with his shaggy brown hair cascading over his shoulders, stood center stage. His fingers started strumming his electric guitar as Corroded Coffin launched into their first song. In the sea of people, Eddie scanned the crowd, looking for one face in particular–yours. You never missed a single concert, and tonight shouldn’t have been any different. But tonight, no matter how hard he searched, you were nowhere to be found.

Where the hell is she? He thought to himself. As the concert reached its crescendo, Eddie’s mind wandered, his performance slightly faltering. Once the last note echoed through the quarry, Eddie rushed offstage. His heart pounded with a mix of post-performance adrenaline and concern for where you could be.

Back at home, I was absolutely fine. My coworker at the bakery asked me to pick up their shift, so I was working overtime and honestly forgot about the concert tonight. I was laying on the couch, lounging in Eddie’s Hellfire club shirt and black cotton panties while watching some cheesy horror flick. I was just about to get up from the couch to call in for a pizza delivery, when Eddie crashed through the door.

He looks absolutely frantic, making me feel instantly guilty. I totally forgot to tell him that I wouldn’t be able to make the concert tonight. Fuck. “Eddie, I’m so sorry! I had to cover Emily’s shift tonight and I completely forgot to let you know I wasn’t going to make it. I feel terrible.” I stand up to give him a hug, he looks like he needs it.

Eddie’s frustration softens, but is still very present. “You just forgot to tell me? I was worried sick, baby. I thought you were hurt.” He hugs me back tightly, before sighing and letting me go.

“I know, I know, Eddie. I’m sorry,” I say, stepping back as he runs a hand through his hair in exasperation. One of the rings on his fingers gets stuck in his hair and as he is figuring out how to get it un-stuck, I can’t help but giggle.

His head immediately snaps to look at me, questioning, “What’s so funny?”

I try not to, but I can’t hold back another giggle. “I can’t help it, you looked so worried.. It was kind of cute.” I know this conversation will get me nowhere but trouble, but my heart feels so inflated with how much he cares about me, I don’t even care right now.

His eyes close for a moment as he processes what just came out of my mouth, his tongue jutting into the side of his cheek. When he opens his eyes again, they seem much darker than they were before and I knew that my words had started something. His tone itself could cut through ice. “Excuse me? Would you like to repeat that? I’m just not sure that’s what you were really trying to say, sweetheart.”

His words shoot a shiver through my body and directly down to my core. He doesn’t call me that unless I’m really starting to push my limits. It’s a fucked up nickname because it’s way too gentle for whatever he’s planning to do to me.

For some stupid reason, the desire to provoke him becomes unbearable. “That is actually exactly what I was trying to say. You were so worried about me that you ran home and almost tore the front door off its hinges. It was absolutely adorable.” I put extra emphasis on the last word, a smirk playing on my lips.

His eyebrow raises at me as his arms cross over his chest, his fingers tapping his arm in an attempt to control his desire to put me over his knee right that second. “Oh yeah? Wanna make that hole you’re in a little deeper?” He takes a step closer to me until it feels like he’s towering over me, his face only inches from mine, and whispers, “Go on, say something else. I dare you.”

Those fucking words. Maybe on any other day, I would have just apologized and took a spanking or two. But daring me? Oh boy, today was not the day. I just got done with two fucking shifts at work in a row and okay, yeah, I can see why you’d be worried about me and now you’re mad that I’m mouthing off, but seriously? Fuck you, Eddie! I thought to myself.

Surprise registers on his face as his mouth opens slightly, eyes widening. Oh god. Did I just say that out loud? I look up at him and laugh nervously. “Is it too late already to say I’m sorry?” My voice is much more quiet than I mean it to be, but it’s too difficult to speak up when his eyes are on fire and it’s directed right at me.

He just stares at me, his eyes going from that teddy-bear brown to straight up black. He starts unbuckling his belt, pulling it from the loops slowly. My mouth dries out and for a moment, I’m frozen in place before the realization of what he’s about to do hits and I fucking bolt towards the bathroom so I can lock myself in there for a while until he calms down.

His hand quickly reaches out and grabs me by the wrist before flipping me around to face him. He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him while his other hand continues pulling his belt from the loops at an agonizing pace. “And just where do you think you’re going? You really think you get to say that shit to me and then run off to avoid my belt? Really?” He can’t help but laugh at my escape attempt, but his laugh sounds empty.

I try to pull my face away from his grip, but it’s impossible. My nerves turn into anger and I suddenly swat his hand away from my face, my voice raising to a yell. “You can’t get me in trouble for this! I was just messing around, Eddie, can’t you take a fucking joke?”

The growl that escapes his lips is feral. He grabs me by the back of the neck and pushes me forward, forcing me down the hallway towards the bedroom as he bites back, “Eddie? I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to, sweetheart, but that is incorrect.”

I’m practically stumbling over my own feet, he’s pushing me so hard and walking too fast for me to find a good rhythm in my steps. I get shoved down onto the mattress face first, but quickly flip myself around and sit up, scrambling backwards to the opposite side of the bed. “Stop it! Eddie I said I was sorry, I was joking! Don’t do this, seriously.” My voice is definitely mixed with panic and anger… arousal is in there somewhere too, judging by the wet spot I know is coming through my panties right now.

He grabs me by my ankles and drags me back towards him, before flipping me over, scolding me as he yanks off my panties and giving my ass a few hard spanks with his hand to warm me up. “Let me get this straight. You are acting like a fucking brat, and now you refuse to take your punishment for it? Not only that, you know how you’re supposed to address me right now, yet you keep acting like you’re just my sweet little girlfriend and calling me by my name. But you’re not my sweet little girlfriend right now, are you?”

He doesn’t even give me a chance to respond to his questions, he just grabs his belt and uses every harsh spank with it to emphasize his next words. “You. Are. My. Bratty. Fucking. Slut.” I wince and whine at every smack, and then my hands fly back to cover my now-bright red ass for protection. He has no patience with me anymore, I can tell. He grabs my hands to pin them behind my back, which makes me groan out in frustration and panic, and without even thinking about it, I’ve kicked my feet at him and hit him right in the thigh. Thankfully it wasn’t a direct kick to the balls, but it was close. And now I’m fucked.

I look back at him as best as I can, and the look on his face sends another round of chills down my spine. I can feel myself getting wetter by the second though, fuck my life. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it!” I scream at him, squirming as hard as I could to try to get away, “I wouldn’t have done that if you had just let me go!”

He tuts at me from behind, sighing in disappointment. “You really need a lesson in obedience today, don’t you? I tried to just give you a few spankings with the belt. Just a few, and you just can’t stop making things worse for yourself.” He grabs me by the hair and yanks me up to sit, making me yelp. My shirt is torn off of me before a quick, double-handed shove sends me crashing back down. It’s not gentle, and I let out an “oof” when I hit the bed. He grabs me by my hips and flips me over again before getting onto the bed and straddling me so I can’t squirm away.

He leans over and grabs a piece of rope in the bedside table drawer before grabbing my wrists harshly. As he is tying my wrists together, he talks to me rather calmly, as if he’s explaining how two plus two equals four. “If you had just taken your punishment like a good girl, I wouldn’t be having to do this, sweetheart. But you just couldn’t shut your mouth, could you? And then you kick me? You actually kick me? Well, when this all gets too intense for you, just remember that you brought this on yourself. I tried to let you off easy, I really did. But now it’s time to face the consequences, sweetheart.” He sighs as he pulls my arms up to tie the other end of the rope against the headboard, acting like my squirming is literally nothing to him. The entire time he’s talking I’ve been doing my best to squirm, to look at him with pleading eyes, to whimper at him submissively like I know he likes, but none of it was doing a single thing to change his mind.

I suddenly notice just how naked I am, and just how clothed he is. It makes my thighs squeeze together as I try to hide just how fucking turned on I am by all of this. Am I terrified? Yes. Have I ever gotten in this much trouble before? No. Am I wetter than I’ve ever been before in my life? God, yes. When he is done with the ties, he looks down at me with his arms crossed against his chest again and his eyebrow raised, waiting for… something?

I look up at him for a few seconds, getting a little bit irritated by the way he’s sitting there and staring at me expectantly but not doing or saying anything. “What?” Oops. That came out harsher than I meant it to.

“Well? Are you going to apologize?” He demands. Why the fuck is my only urge when he looks like that to make him even more agitated? I know punishment is coming. I know he’s at his limit with my disobedience and attitude. And yet it’s just too entertaining to witness all of his reactions when I refuse to give up.

“No. You don’t own me, you can’t make me do shit.” I glare at him, shutting my eyes and pulling at the restraints slightly as I prepare for a slap. It doesn’t come.

I slowly peek one eye open and he leans forward, grabbing my chin in his hand so hard it hurts until I fully look at him, and then whispers, “Oh, but I do. And you’re going to learn that the hard way.” I can’t help but swallow hard, and my mouth dries out again. I have no clever response to that.

He crawls off of me and grabs the underside of my knees, yanking them open despite me trying to keep them closed. I knew I was a mess down there and I didn’t want him to have the satisfaction of knowing that too. When he sees how wet I am, he lets out a whistle. “Damn, baby. You are such a dirty girl.” His fingers go right to my core, spreading my lips apart with two fingers, causing me to whimper and turn my face away from him because the way he’s looking at my pussy right now has my stomach doing flips.

He slides two his two fingers up and down my slit to wet them before shoving them both inside me, giving me absolutely no time to adjust before he starts pumping them in and out at a much faster pace than he normally warms me up with. I moan out as his fingers are sliding in and out easily. I can already hear how wet I am on his fingers, and it makes my cheeks flush at the sound. I can’t even help it at this point and I squirm at the sensation, my legs closing around his hand. Which, obviously doesn’t do fucking anything to stop him or even slow him down. He curls his fingers up once he feels my g-spot start to swell from stimulation, not only making a “come here” motion but also still bringing his fingers in and out of me at a vicious pace. I squeeze my legs tighter and my moans straight up sound like I’m in a porno movie or something.

“You are so fucking wet. I don’t even need to warm you up like this, do I? No, I don’t think I do.” He rips his hands away and leaves me whining at the empty feeling, but it is quickly replaced by the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. I don’t even remember seeing him take off his pants. He slides it along my slit and barely touches my clit with it, which makes me flinch. He slowly pushes himself inside of me as he grabs my hips so hard, I swear they’ll bruise. He leans his head back and groans at the feeling, but just a moment later he is pounding into me at an unforgiving pace. I look at him as my mouth hangs open, keeping eye contact as I’m unable to hold back my moans yet again. The speed of his thrusts mixed with just how turned on I am causes me to get closer to an orgasm much faster than I’d like to.

I absentmindedly try to wrap my arms around him for something to hold on to but the ropes promptly remind me that I can’t. As he feels my pussy starting to twitch and throb the closer I get to an orgasm, he grabs onto the back of my thighs and pushes my legs up and to the side of me, giving him a much better angle to hit my g-spot with every thrust. When he hears the sweet sounds I’m making at this angle, he starts pushing himself deeper and thrusting his hips even harder, practically slamming into my cervix every few thrusts. If it weren’t for how ruthlessly he was fucking me, I would be extremely distracted by the heavenly groans that were freely flowing from his lips right now.

I’m heading towards an orgasm so quickly, I barely have time to say “I’m gonna” before he pulls his cock out of me faster than I can realize what was happening. Right as I’m about to open my mouth to argue or whine at him for rudely stopping my impending orgasm, he brings his hand down to slap my pussy. The wet sound it makes mixed with the sting on my sensitive lips makes me arch my back and groan. He chuckles darkly and slaps my pussy again just to hear me make that sound again.

Then he gets right in my face, and his voice sounds like it’s practically an entire octave lower than usual. “Do you want me to make you cum? Hm? Is that what you want?” I know where this is heading, and it is not in my favor. I nod my head quickly at him, making my voice sound as submissive as I can manage right now, hoping it will work.

“Yes! Yes please, please make me cum! Please Ed-Sir! Please make me cum Sir!” When I almost called him Eddie, he looked like he was about to fucking lose it, so I corrected myself. There have been times before when he’s edged me for days without letting me cum, and I absolutely cannot take that kind of punishment right now.

He places his hand around my throat, squeezing tight enough so that I can’t easily speak and then slams himself inside of me again without warning. No sound comes out when I try to cry out from the sudden force. He speeds up and slows down in a repeating pattern until I’m quivering under him and he can feel just how close I am. He loosens his grip on my throat and has a devilish smirk while he says, “Say it again. Beg me. Say ‘Please Sir, please make me cum like the little slut I am.”

I balk at his words; my voice is caught in my throat and I even stop moaning for a second. I’m so fucking close to cumming though, my legs are shaking uncontrollably. He slaps both of my tits, hard, to jump-start my brain into saying something. “Fuck! Don’t make me say that, God, please just let me cum!”

A chuckle escapes his lips and he tuts his tongue at me in disappointment. He slaps me in the face suddenly. “God isn’t here, sweetheart. It’s just me. You just don’t want to listen, do you?” He says this casually, as if he didn’t just hit me. He pulls his cock out of me again, and I whine as my impending orgasm fizzles out again. He leans over and grabs more rope, silently tying my calf to my thigh and then tying the other side of the rope to the headboard. He does the same thing to my other leg, so that both of my legs are tied up and out of his way. I give the ropes a test squirm and become increasingly nervous as I realize just how little wiggle room I have. I can barely even move my hips an inch. Not good.

I want so badly to complain, to whine, to beg, to argue my way out of this. But as soon as my mouth opens, no words come out. Which is good, because the way he’s looking at me is telling me that now my punishment is going to really begin, and I am too nervous to make it any worse than it’s about to be. He reaches his hand out towards me and grips my cheeks in between his thumb and fingers, digging in. “You have been such a brat today, you don’t deserve an ounce of mercy, sweetheart.”

He lets my cheeks go with a bit of force, before aligning himself up against my entrance and slamming inside me again. I’m hitting the edge so fast, I can’t even help myself from begging, despite what he literally just told me about not deserving mercy. “Please! Please just let me cum. Don’t edge me again, please! Two times is enough, Sir. Please, two times is enough!” My voice sounds whorish, even I can hear it. The force that he’s slamming into me makes every other syllable sound strained through my moans.

“Oh, you think two times is enough?” He scoffs at me before pulling all the way out until just the tip is at my entrance, before slamming into me all the way and growling, “You think two times is all you deserve? You’re pathetic, baby. You don’t even realize how much you need me to break you, to put you in your place.”

He pulls out and slams into me again, his hands reaching up and pinching my nipples hard enough to make me yelp. He continues at this pace, keeping me right on the edge with his incredibly slow, forceful thrusts. “Now beg me for it. Tell me you want me to make you cum. Say ‘Please Sir, please make me cum like the little slut I am.’” He spits out the word “slut” with venom, his eyes don’t leave mine for a second. I’m so close, so needy, so fucking close that I don’t dare look away from him either.

I cry out in frustration, a “no!” escaping my lips before I can even stop it. I look at him desperately, about to apologize for defying him yet again and beg him to just let me cum, but he smacks my tits again and uses both of his hands to grip my throat. He squeezes just enough that I can still breathe, if I really focus, but there’s no way I can talk.

“No?” he repeats, an evil grin spreading across his face as he pulls out of me all the way again, and I think for a second he’s going to stop completely. “Well then, I guess we’re just going to have to keep going, aren’t we?” He leans in and bites the inside of my tit right next to my nipple so hard that I pull against the restraints and my eyes squeeze shut. He pushes himself back into me again, his pace so fast the bed sounds like it’s going to fucking break. I’m so close, so so close, and he knows it. He can feel it. “Don’t you dare fucking cum, babygirl.”

As tears start to spring to my eyes, he lets my throat go and places his hands on each side of my head instead. The second I can, I’m begging as best as I can, “Please! Please pleasepleaseplease let me cum, Sir I can’t take it, please!” My words are barely even words, they’re all mushed together and tangled in between moans. My entire body is shaking from being so close as I try my best to hold it back.

The grin on his face is sinister. “That’s more like it! Keep fucking begging, sweetheart. Say those magic words for me and I’ll let you cum.” His pace is unrelenting, giving me no option other than to hold back my orgasm, which he knows I can’t do for long.. Bastard, he isn’t giving me a choice anymore.

My breathing becomes ragged as I fight desperately not to cum, but I can’t do it anymore. My eyes fly open wide and just as I’m about to lose control, he pulls out of me all the way. I never thought I’d be so relieved to feel the sensation of my orgasm fading away. I immediately pout at him, my voice barely above a whisper, “I can’t say it, Sir.. It’s too embarrassing. Please, please just let me cum.”

“Oh, is it embarrassing for you?” He asks, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He wraps a hand in my hair, pulling my head up just a bit and putting his face very close to mine. “You think it’s embarrassing to beg for my cock? To admit that you’re mine and you’ll do anything for me to let you cum?” He slides his fingers inside of me, curling his fingers up towards my g-spot and fingering me violently, putting his entire arm into it, causing my hips to jiggle with the pure force of his movements. “Well, you’re gonna have to get over that embarrassment and beg me the right way, because I’m not stopping until you do, slut.”

Tears form in my eyes at his words and the fact that he’s yet again working me so quickly towards an orgasm. It’s making my brain start to go fuzzy from all of the edges, slaps, and harsh words. My mouth opens and I can tell that the moans and gasps coming from me are just entertainment for Eddie at this point, because he mockingly moans right back at me, then growls. “Yeah? That feel good baby?”

I can’t handle it anymore, all of my nerves feel like they’re being set on fire with how much I need to cum right now. I let out a single whimper in defeat, and my eyes drift away from him despite the fact that he’s holding my head up and forcing his face in mine. “Please Sir! Please make me cum…” the second half of my sentence is barely above a whisper, but I know he can hear it. “Like the l-little sl-slut I am.” My cheeks are on fire and I’m sure I am the color of a tomato after I finally say it.

He sighs with satisfaction, his smirk turning into a huge grin and he finally lets my hair go. Just as I think he’s finally about to let me cum, he pulls his hand out of me yet again. I squirm against the ropes and a single tear falls onto my cheek with pure frustration, looking at him with horror as if he just committed a crime.

“You’re not getting off that easy. Say it like you mean it, baby. Say it like you’re proud to be my slut.” He slides his cock back into me, both of us emitting a low, guttural groan at the same time. He barely gives me a second to hesitate before slapping me on my cheek again, his voice as sharp as a knife. “Fucking. Say. It.”

I gasp as he slaps my cheek again before letting out a mix between a moan and a whine in frustration from how torturously slow he’s going. His goal right now is just to keep me teetering on the knife’s edge of an orgasm. I finally give up and cry out, “Please! Please Sir, make me cum like the little slut I am, please! I can’t take it anymore!”

The smirk that crept back on his face was pure evil. “Good fucking girl!” he groans as he finally picks up the pace, pumping into me deep and hard and fast, slamming into my g-spot with every thrust. As my orgasm finally crashes into me, I practically scream. My back arches as much as it is allowed and I can still hear the sloppy wet sounds of him slamming into me over and over, despite how loud I am. My breath is stolen away from me with how intense it all is, all of those edges making this one orgasm almost unbearable. My limbs keep shaking and fighting against the rope even as my orgasm slows down because my pussy immediately feels overstimulated. My eyes look glossy as tears are filling them again and I can’t stop squirming. “Please stop, please stop, it’s too much! I came, I’m done cumming! Sir I came, now please give me a break!”

He chuckles at my predicament, leaning down and brushing his lips against my ear as he whispers, “You are mine to use however I want. I’m not going to stop until you’re a sobbing, blubbering mess.” The sound I make at this is in between a cry and a moan, since he is fucking me so hard and fast that I’m immediately being dragged toward another orgasm. The sound I make causes him to groan and add, “And even then, I might not stop. Not until I’m good and ready to stop watching you cum. You have been such a naughty fucking girl today, and I am going to teach you a fucking lesson.”

I cry out at his words in protest, hopelessly squirming against the restraints as he fucks me closer and closer to my next orgasm. The closer I get, the more uneven my breathing becomes. I look up at him, pleading with him desperately. “Sir, please don’t do this to me! I’ve learned my lesson, I promise!” I can’t help but squeeze my eyes shut, fighting hard to hold back my next orgasm threatening to hit me like a brick wall.

“I don’t believe you,” Eddie growls, thrusting harder as he feels me tensing up beneath him. He looks down at me heartlessly. “You’re going to cum for me. Right now.”

As soon as he tells me, no, fucking commands me to cum, I’m seeing stars. I can feel his eyes locked on my face, committing the look of pleasured agony on my face to memory. My moans are stuck in my throat with the intensity and my entire body is shaking and twitching and squirming. The sounds coming from his cock slamming into my pussy is fucking filthy. As my orgasm slows down, my limbs go limp and I am panting hard, trying like hell to catch my breath.

He finally pulls out of me, leaving me twitching and whimpering from how hard I just came. My eyes flutter open at him, thanking him wordlessly for finally giving me a break. As I lay there with my chest heaving, believing he’s going to actually have some mercy on me, he lets his eyes trail down my body and fall onto my pussy. More specifically, my swollen and twitching clit.

The sight makes him look at me like he was just given a new favorite toy. “Oh look, your poor little clit is just begging for my attention. I’ve been so mean to neglect it!” He slowly glides his fingers down my thigh, looking into my eyes and chuckling, “I hope you didn’t think I was done with you, sweetheart.” He quickly removes his own shirt before ever so gently sliding his fingers up and down my folds, before landing on my clit and gently circling it, but not quite touching yet. He leans down and kisses my chest, working his lips all the way down to my pussy, ignoring every one of my whimpers. He places a single, very gentle kiss directly on my clit as a warning for what’s to come, making me jerk and squeal.

“Please Sir, my I’m way too sensitive for this!” I beg, a full pout on my lips. “I’m too sensitive..”

Eddie laughs in amusement at my protest. His tongue darts out to flick at my clit, making me gasp and jerk my hips again. “Oh baby,” he breathes, “You’re always too sensitive for me.” He smirks and flattens his tongue, slowly licking from the very bottom of my entrance to the top of my clit, making me squirm and whine, unable to peel my eyes off of him. He suddenly pulls back, bringing his hand down to slap me 5 sharp times on my pussy, which makes me throw my head back with a long groan and flinch with every hit. “I don’t remember asking for your fucking opinion, though, slut.” He leans back down, placing his lips directly over my clit and sucking just barely, before rolling his tongue slowly. He only gives me about 2 seconds of soft touches before starting his assault. He violently lashes his tongue against my clit, then starts sucking hard, rolling his tongue with force.

I squeak and jerk, before ungodly sounds start falling from my mouth. My arms and legs pull against their restraints and I do my very best to buck my hips away from his ministrations. I’m babbling nonsense and moaning lewdly, already fully overstimulated and he’s barely even started eating me out.

He groans at the sight of me squirming, sending vibrations through my clit. He’s unable to stop himself from groaning out some more as he hears every one of my incoherent babbles for mercy. He keeps going at a steady pace, pushing me close to another orgasm. He could spend days down there, the sound and sight of me right now just too sweet for him to not enjoy every single second of it.

I’m internally panicking as I near the edge of another orgasm. My breathing is fast and shallow and I can barely get a single word of my begging to actually sound like a real word. “Please, please no this is too intense! I can’t!” I pant out, praying he can understand me between my moaning and panting and how much I’m stuttering through my words.

Eddie chuckles darkly at my pleas, happy that he’s got me exactly where he wants me. He pulls back just enough to lick a long strip up my entire pussy again and looks up at me with a smirk. When I look back at him, I gasp slightly. His eyes are fucking black, his pupils are so huge that all the pretty brown in his eyes have disappeared. There wasn’t a single ounce of leniency in his features. “You can’t handle it, huh?” he taunts, laughing. “It’s too intense, baby?” He pouts at me mockingly, using his fingertips to gently rub my clit, keeping me from getting a real break, but I’m grateful to be able to catch my breath at least.

I whimper at him pathetically and nod, looking at him with tears threatening to spill out of my eyes. “Yes! Please, please no more Sir, it is too intense, it is! I won’t be able to handle cumming like this!” My words are flying out of my mouth as fast as I can say them, hoping beyond all hope that he listens to me this time.

He watches me intently as I beg and the tears threatening to spill down my face are obvious, but his eyes don’t soften one bit. If anything, they seem to somehow darken even more. He shakes his head slowly, his lips curling into another sinister smile as he whispers, “Oh, it’s so cute when you beg me like that. I think you’re finally starting to learn your lesson in respect.” And with that, he returns his tongue to my clit, thrashing it cruelly against me and wrapping his lips around, sucking and rolling his tongue to elicit more sweet, desperate cries from my mouth.

I let out a strangled moan as soon as he continues, and my orgasm hits me almost immediately. I struggle and thrash against the restraints, this orgasm feeling 100 times more intense than the others. Tears fall onto my cheeks as the pleasure turns into pure torture, words lost in my throat yet again as all I can do is scream and moan and take it.

His tongue works up a frenzy, not giving me a moment's rest as he forces my orgasm to be drawn out as long as he can. When I finally come down from my high, he looks up at me to see my ruined face. Pink cheeks, tear stains, red and swollen lips from how much I’ve been chewing on them. His hand moves to gently rub my pussy lips, licking his lips at the sight of me. “That’s it, my little slut. You belong to me. I can do whatever I want with you. Right?”

His question is a test, and I am desperate to pass with flying colors. “Yes! Yes Sir, I belong to you! You own me, please!” I look at him with pleading eyes, a few tears leaking down my cheeks again as my legs tremble uncontrollably.

To my utter relief, his eyes finally soften towards me and he smiles up at me. He pulls himself up to kiss my lips gently, slowly sliding two fingers inside of me, thrusting them deep and hard, but slow. “That’s it, good girl. I’m so glad to see you’ve finally learned your manners, baby.” He pulls back to watch me, enjoying the sight of me being so submissive as he slowly slides his fingers in and out of me with force. After a minute or so, he talks gently to me. “I’m going to leave you tied up, sweetheart. I know you’re being good now, but you understand that I have to finish your punishment, right? I can’t let you off the hook just because you’re finally being my good girl.”

I’m so grateful that he’s finally being gentle with me that it takes me a good few seconds to process what he says. My eyes are glossed over and my brain is so fuzzy; I can feel myself drifting into subspace with every passing moment. He can see it in me too, he knows me so well. I sniffle when I finally realize what he’s said and he’s expecting a response, slowly nodding my head. My voice is hoarse from all the sounds I’ve been making. “Yes Sir. I’m sorry Sir.”

He hums, visibly pleased with my response. “That’s better baby, I know you are.” He pulls his fingers out of me before standing up, turning towards the night stand again. He opens up a drawer and pulls out my arch nemesis: The Magic Wand. I can never handle that without begging and sobbing for mercy, even without it being a part of a punishment. Even when he tries to be nice, it’s always too much.

He turns back towards me, searching my face for any sign of resistance, just to make sure that I really have learned my lesson and I plan on being a good girl. The second I see the wand my cunt clenches and I let out the tiniest whimper, gulping nervously. A single tear falls down my cheek again and he brings his hand up to wipe it away. “I know baby, I know.” He says softly before turning around and plugging it into the wall.

The moment he turns back around and switches it on, he presses it against my clit, watching every single expression on my face. I jerk against the restraints and feel like the wind has been knocked out of my lungs. He bites his lip for a second before groaning out, “Ohh, that’s it baby. Feel that?” I can only whine at him in response, struggling to keep my eyes on his but somehow I manage, although tears are threatening to spill out any second from the overstimulation. “You’re going to cum so hard for me, aren’t you baby?” He presses it into my clit more, making tiny circles, causing me to cry out and arch my back, my entire body pulling against the restraints whether I want them to or not.

“Yes!” I cry out in response to him, although it barely sounds like a word. My entire body feels like it’s being electrocuted, and I can’t help but shake violently as I’m being thrust into an orgasm within seconds of him asking. A scream rips itself out of my throat and I feel like I’m going to explode. Eddie’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he hears me, groaning out, “That’s right, fucking scream for me.”

I feel like this orgasm is never going to end. My vision is going black, or maybe my eyes are just squeezed shut, I can’t even tell anymore. The way I scream is absolutely primal, tears rolling down my face and my crying turns to sobbing. My entire body is full of electricity and suddenly, I feel it. My body is fucking convulsing (as much as it can against the rope, anyway) as fluid starts squirting from my pussy. I feel it pool up underneath me and I hear a gasp and a groan from Eddie. “Thaaaat’s it baby, look at you fucking go!” he sounds like he could cum just from the sight of me. As soon as it ends, he finally turns the vibrator off and pulls it away. I feel like I can finally fill my lungs with oxygen again.

When my eyes open, Eddie and I stare at each other with the exact same look of utter shock on our faces. That’s the first time I have ever done that. His look of surprise is short-lived though because when he sees the mess I’ve made on his hand, he drops the vibrator to inspect his hand in the light. He licks off every finger with a smack of his lips and a wicked fucking grin on his face. My face is frozen still, especially after seeing him do that. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he breathes, staring down at me with a mixture of awe and something wild in his eyes.

I close my eyes and a few more tears fall out onto my cheeks as my breathing is still a bit ragged. I feel his hands gently wipe away my tears and he whispers, “Baby, look at me.” My eyes flutter open halfway, nibbling my bottom lip. “Color?” He asks, his eyes look so warm and caring at this moment. I lean into his hand on my cheek with a tiny smile and a sniffle.

“Green.. I promise I’m okay. That was just… I don’t know if I can do that again.” I shake my head at him to emphasize my words, but I feel much more grounded after the check-in.

He smiles gently at me, nodding back as his expression softens. “I know baby, I know that was a lot. But you’re doing so well.” He puts two fingers under my chin, making sure my eyes stay trained on his so that I really hear every word. “You can do this, sweetheart. I know you can.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead before lifting back up, a stern expression on his face again. “Now. I want you to repeat after me. Say ‘Please Sir, I want you to make me cum like that again.’” He watches me closely, licking his lips as he waits for my response.

I close my eyes as he kisses my forehead, nodding through his encouragement. But my eyes fly right back open with his last demand and my voice gets caught in my throat again. Even as fucked out and obedient as I am now, my heart rate spikes at the thought of having to do… that again. Still, I swallow hard before somehow forcing the words out. “Please, Sir… I want you to make me cum like that again.” My lower lip is quivering as I whimper the words out.

He groans as I say this, his cock twitching noticeably. His lips suddenly crash into mine, kissing me roughly. As he pulls back, he’s got that wild look in his eyes again as they trace over every inch of my body. “That’s my good girl. I’m going to make you cum one more time while I use that throat of yours.” He climbs onto the bed again, facing away from the headboard and putting each of his legs on either side of my head. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, the heavenly sound of his own moan flooding my ears as he slowly lowers himself into my mouth, making sure to glide himself all along my tongue on the way in. He pumps his cock in and out of my mouth at a steady pace, slowly working its way towards my throat. After a couple minutes of this, he feels himself getting close to his own release. He leans over and grabs the wand again, turning it on and growling, “Get ready, slut. Knock on the headboard if you really need to breathe.”

He shoves his cock deep into my throat and I can’t help but gag, struggling to breathe through my nose and relax the muscles in my throat. “Fuck!” he groans out, before he pulls the hood of my clit back, something he knows is the most cruel thing he could do, and presses the wand firmly into my clit. Every single muscle in my body cries out in agony, begging to be allowed to squirm away from the sensation. I try to scream out but it makes me gag, and I lose my ability to breathe at all as my lungs refuse to work anymore from all of the stimulation. Too much stimulation. My brain feels like it’s short circuiting. Just as my lungs are starting to burn from lack of oxygen, I cum somehow even harder than I did the last time. I feel like I’m on fire and being shot up into icy space at the same time. I can’t move, I can’t scream, I can only cum. Once again, I feel myself start to squirt, and it all becomes too much. I start gagging on him again, and I hear him fucking whimper before groaning. His cum shoots down my throat and I have no choice but to swallow it.

He turns the vibrator off and throws it to the side, pulling his cock out quickly as I gasp for breath, taking in huge gulps of air as he makes quick work of my restraints. He slowly guides my arms down and gently rubs my shoulders, then helps me close my legs and gently rubs my hips. He whispers, “I know baby, I know,” as I wince from the pain of finally being able to move my limbs and them being so sore.

The second he looks me in the eyes and is about to ask how I feel, my vision goes blurry and I’m confused for a second before I actually realize I’m crying again. I can’t stop it though, my body is so exhausted and my brain is so fuzzy and every part of me is buzzing and sore. He instantly wraps me up in his arms, cradling my head against my chest and kissing my head. “Good girl,” he whispers to me, and his voice back to the normal, sweet and kind Eddie I hear every day. “You are such a good girl, I am so fucking proud of you, baby.”

This was easily the most intense punishment I have ever been through, and he knows it. I’ve never squirted before in my life. I can barely even hear him whispering reassuring words to me over my own ragged breathing and sniffles, but I do notice that I am clinging onto him for dear life. He holds me close, rocking me gently back and forth. He kisses me on the top of my head again, and his voice starts to soothe every ounce of unrest in my body.

“Shh, shh.. It’s okay baby, I know it was rough, that was a really hard lesson. But you did so good.. I’m so so proud of you, baby.” He slowly takes his hand off of my head, leaning back enough so that he can wipe away the tears on my cheeks with his thumbs. Then he cups my cheeks in his hands and kisses all over my face. He starts at my forehead, then my nose, then both of my cheeks, and over my eyes. He is so gentle with every kiss, and about halfway through my tears stop falling and a little tiny giggle escapes my lips.

I open my eyes to look up at him and his heart breaks when he sees my eyes red from so many tears and my cheeks absolutely covered in tear stains and blotchy pink skin. “Was that too much for you?” he whispers, talking so softly, as if his tone itself could blow me away if it was too loud or firm.

I smile softly and shake my head, still sniffling but just barely. His eyes look so pretty, I could get lost in them and never want to find my way out. His eyebrows are furrowed with concern and I can see his eyes scanning my every feature to make sure I really am okay. My heart swells about a thousand times its normal size. “No, it wasn’t too much, Eddie. It was so, so good. It was easily the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life, but it wasn’t too much. I promise. I just need lots of love now, okay?” I smile at him again with a little scrunch of my nose, trying to make extra sure he knows I really am okay.

Eddie lets out a shaky breath but I can see the relief on his face as he brings my head into his chest again, holding his hand there to cradle it as he tickles gentle circles across my back with his other hand. “I’m right here, baby. I’m right here. I’ve got you. I love you so much.”

I close my eyes again because the sensation on my back feels like heaven. I mumble into his skin, “I love you too. So much, Eddie.” I start trying to regulate my breathing, every deep inhale brings his delicious scent of woodsy musk and cigarettes. Once I feel like I’m returning back into a normal headspace, I pull back a little and show him my wrists and point to my legs. They’re still red and indented from the rope. “Can you help these feel better please?”

He smiles softly down at me, his eyes and fingers running over every single mark on my skin, before nodding. “Of course, baby. Let’s go into the bathroom and I’ll take care of you.” He gets off the bed before picking me up and helping me wrap my legs around him. I press my face into his neck and wrap my arms around him and can’t help but smile. I could honestly live like this, in his embrace. Smelling his skin. His hair tickling my face. Feeling his chest against mine. It’s all perfection.

Once we get to the bathroom, he slowly puts me down and spins me gently to face the mirror. He looks into it at me, smiling and petting my hair to smooth it down. “There’s my pretty girl,” he murmurs, “You are so perfect.” My face turns a bright ride and I hide my face in my hands, unable to help myself.

“Eddie!” I giggle out. He always knows how to make me smile and completely fluster me at the same time. I gently peek at him in the mirror through my fingers, his smile is so sweet as he watches me. He chuckles at my reaction, gently placing his hands on my hips and spinning me around to look at him. I lower my hands and stare into his eyes, practically entranced.

“You’re so cute, baby.” He smiles and kisses my forehead again, bringing each of my hands into his and up to his lips, kissing each one so gently. He guides me over to sit down on the toilet seat, before turning to the tub and turning on the water. “Let’s get you all cleaned up, yeah?”

As I sit down and watch the tub start to fill, I nod and lean forward to rest my head against his side, wanting to never stop touching him. “Yeah…yes please, I’d love a bath.”

We wait in silence for a few minutes before he checks the temperature. Deeming it perfect, he grabs my hands again to help guide me towards the tub. As I sit down and relax into the water, he smiles at me and says, “Ahhhhh, that’s better, isn’t it? Feel good baby?”

I nod and smile up at him and watch as he grabs the shower head to bring it down. He sits down next to the tub, turning on the shower head and he is so careful about wetting my hair without letting water drip onto my face.

He takes his time, massaging my scalp slowly and with the perfect pressure as he shampoos it. After another few minutes of silence, I hear him starting to hum one of the songs from that Black Sabbath album, Master of Reality. I can’t tell which song it is, though. My eyes start to droop and I giggle a little at the end of the song as he’s slowly rinsing the soap out of my hair.

“You’re going to make me fall asleep if you keep this up, you know. Warm water, massages, and music? You’re spoiling me, Eddie.” I say, my eyes closed still to make sure no soap or water gets into my eyes as he rinses my hair off.

He chuckles softly at me, pressing a kiss to my now-clean hair. “I could do this for hours, baby. Plus, you deserve to be spoiled. Trust me.” I sigh in content and lean into his kiss, feeling utter bliss in the calm of the moment.

Once he is done making every inch of me nice and clean, continuing the whole time to give me praise and making sure he is absolutely as gentle as he can be, he drains the tub for me and helps me stand up. He wraps me in a towel and gives me a great big hug, and it takes him a few seconds to let go. He picks me up again, bridal style this time, and brings me back to the bedroom despite my giggling at him that I am able to use my feet again.

“I know you can, but I’ve got you baby, don’t you even worry about it.” He presses another kiss into the side of my head, which is probably the thousandth kiss of the evening. Not that I’m complaining for a second. He helps me get dressed into my comfiest pajamas and then dresses himself in boxers and a random t-shirt. He turns to me when he’s finished, cocking his head at me with a smile.

“So…I call for pizza, you pick the movie?” he asks, already reaching for the phone. Yeah… I’m so spoiled.

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