#his :] polite kitten smile in the bottom right.

[hyunpic]

241105 hyunjin at cheongseol VIP premiere

[donatellawritings]

🎀 ྀིྀི

౨ৎ introducing babydoll!reader and dealer!rafe

loud trap music boomed through the speakers, bass echoing through the air of tannyhill as rafe adjusted his hips, throwing his head back with a shit-eating grin, his nostril dusted with a remanence of the finely cut coke that once laid neatly lined up on the coffee table beside his titanium amex card. running a hand through his stringy strands, rafe lets out a relaxed huff as he straightens himself out, bringing his intoxicated gaze to the flimsy wad of cash that rested in his free hand.

you were a bit skittish about trying coke for the first time, let alone purchasing it on your own, so having to do it in the midst of a party left you all shy and timid.

everything about you screamed fabulosity — you always wore the finest of vintage designer clothes, your shiny hair remained in a bouncy bombshell blowout — perfectly trimmed layers framing your face just right, your acrylic nails remained long, the tapered edges sharp and glazed with a glittery polish. you weren’t all that spunky, as some would say, but you packed quite the attitude, if you didn’t get your way. you were doused in the shiniest of jewelry, your fingers covered in dainty diamond bands. and every accessory you owned, just so happened to be a variation of a soft powder pink! i mean, you absolutely loved pink! to the point where even the reusable straw that sat at the bottom of your birkin had to be pink. your volume set of lash extensions always remained filled in and perfectly curled, your filled lips always swelled from the shimmery plumping gloss that you smeared on them every fifteen minutes or so.

so, seeing a dainty little thing like you approaching the coffee table left rafe a bit taken aback, “um, excuse me,” you called out, suddenly too aware of just how high the slits of your baby pink ruffle tube dress sat. forcing a smile, you squirm just a bit at the strong gaze of the young man who sat before you, a joint sat behind his ear as he cocks his head to the side, “i, uh — can i buy some c—” you began, immediately silenced as he looks up at you through lowly hung eyes and a slightly opened mouth.

“y’even old enough to be here, kid?” rafe questions smugly, stealing a quick glance at your nipples that poked through the thing fabric of your dress, money still in-hand as he flicks his eyes back up to meet your shy gaze, “can’t talk now, huh? well, i don’t sell to little girls,” he adds, his pink lips remaining parted as he continues to silently sift through the countless wrinkled dollar bills that sat in his hold.

pursing your sticky swollen lips into a pout, you lightly stomp your miu miu kitten heel into the flooring of the patio, your doe eyes silently pleading with your godbrother who stood leaned against the wall, rolling his eyes knowingly, “yo, country club she’s a’ight — only a line though — s’my godsister,” your godbrother barry tuts at the young man, motioning towards you with a nod.

now still, you watch as the blue eyed man quickly flits a glance between you and barry, a chuckle of disbelief leaving his mouth as he tongues the inside of his cheek, before straightening his posture, “shit — yeah man, let me cut one up for her,” he smiles, carelessly leaving the stack of wilted bills to his side as barry motions for you to take a seat.

“eek! thank you barry, thank you, thank you, thank you!” you shriek excitedly, rushing to swing your arms around your unamused godbrother’s neck as he stiffly pats your back with pursed lips.

“yeah, yeah — one line, don’t get used to this shit either, a’ight?” barry pulls away, pointing a scolding finger at you.

feverishly nodding, you sink your top teeth into your bottom lip, all peppy and anxious as you politely take a seat beside rafe, “this is my first time,” you breathe out with a coy laugh as rafe nods wordlessly, carefully pouring a small pile of coke on the glass table.

carefully slicing into the white mound with his credit card, rafe glances over at you, “yeah? m’surprised barry even allowed you to come here, pretty girls like you shouldn’t be around this, hm?” he questions, sliding his tongue over his lips and he meticulously cuts the coke into three tight lines.

“i just — i wanted to try it, just one time—” you began.

“in your pretty mouth or up your nose?” rafe sighs, leaving you wide eyed and dumbfounded. you were entirely new to this kind of thing — you were always taught that drugs were icky.

parting your lips, you shrug, your glassy eyes darting all around for your godbrother who was nowhere to be found. nervously flipping your hair over your shoulder, you watch as rafe snorts a line clean off of the glass surface, rolling his shoulders back as he swipes his nostril clean of any residue.

“i don’t kn—”

bringing a strong hand to clamp around the back of your neck, rafe smiles, his pupils blown to hell as he carefully looks you over — he could ruin you so easily, but he wouldn’t … not yet, at least.

“open your mouth, kid,” he speaks sternly, stringy strands of fringe covering his eyes as you nod obediently, parting your swollen lips, “atta girl, now this s’gonna be the first and last time y’do this shit, so enjoy it, yeah?” he decides, bringing his hand to lightly grin your chin as two fingers on his free hand gather some of the coke that rested on the table.

forcing your eyes shut, you whimper as rafe’s thick fingers slide underneath your top lip, gently smearing the powder across your gums, “gross,” you whine, your small hand latching on to rafe’s wrist as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, his eyes carefully watching the way your pupils slowly expand.

privy to the way your eyes glaze over, rafe nudges your jaw with a rough knuckle, “gotta keep those pretty eyes open, kid — s’alot the first time but y’can take it,” he tuts, earning a slow nod from you as he makes the bold decision cup a hand under your chin, lightly squeezing your cheeks and ever so gently kneading into the soft skin with his fingers, “better not catch y’doin this shit after today, either — y’got that?” he questions, his bright blue eyes narrowed as you lick over your suddenly dry lips.

“i won’t!” you squeak.

“good, because now y—”

“country club, y’better back the fuck up off my godsister, before i knock y’rich boy ass out,” barry warns, causing rafe to flinch slightly as you gaze up at barry with wet eyes, your heart racing in your chest, “c’mon babydoll, m’takin you home,” barry whistles, your eyes quickly darting to rafe with parted swollen lips as you sent him an apologetic pout.

jumping to stand on your mule-clad feet, you take a steadying breath before sending a perky wave towards rafe, “bye!” you chirp, spinning to follow barry, your dress blowing up to give rafe the quickest peek at the hot pink thong that clung to your plump ass.

rafe was going to get himself killed messing around with you, but fuck, it would be so worth it.

[onyourowndaisymae]

don't mind me... just thinking about the demon brothers slowly dropping the rest of their roster for you as they fall head over heels...

lucifer // mammon // levi // satan // asmo // beel // belphie (you are here) -- others coming soon, NSFW warning below, gn!reader

belphegor, who looks at you with such sharp eyes as you speak to him through the attic door. his smile sharpens when you look away, only to be kind and forgiving when you meet his eyes. you're his ticket to freedom. he'll play nice with you as you schmooze with his siblings. and, when the time is right, he'll make sure you have a one way ticket to the celestial realm.

belphegor, who doesn't think this is fair at all. he doesn't understand why he keeps getting the short end of the stick. first his sister was taken from him, then his freedom, and now you? no. he's sick of this. he's sick of losing things. the exchange program is ending sooner than he can handle. now that he likes you, he likes you, and he doesn't want to share. he'll plop his head into your lap and curl around you like a kitten after a long day, all sweet and innocent, tuning out the way mammon bitches at him for the (admittedly sneaky) move. you carefully pet his hair and his face flushes-- he'll play it off by pretending to be asleep.

belphegor, who uses the occasional hookup to keep himself satiated. he watches the pretty demon bounce on his cock, their keens covering the little noises of pleasure he makes. if he closes his eyes, he can pretend it's you. he can pretend the whines falling from their lips are yours, the grinding of their hips against his your desperation for him instead. the fantasies are easier when he doesn't have to do the work. he doesn't have to forget the feeling of his own hand on his cock to imagine it's yours, to watch explicit videos and pretend he doesn't notice the performers don't quite look like you.

belphegor, who doesn't mind ignoring others if it meant he'd get a chance with you. he's at another one of diavolo's stupid, boring parties, eying you from across the room while he's caught in conversation with someone interested in him. he will not-so-politely brush women and men alike off with a blank stare, peeking at you to make sure you saw him turn down other options. if that doesn't get the point across, he'll stalk across the floor to you, draping his sleepy frame across your shoulders or around your waist, mumbling something about how he'd rather spend the evening with you instead.

belphegor, who will give you every ounce of his energy when he finally has you. it's the middle of the night, but he's wide awake, breath warm on your shoulder as he whispers filthy promises against your skin. you've finally given him a chance to show you what he's been wanting to do since he first laid eyes on you. his touch was slow-- not lethargic, but deliberate-- as he ran his hand along the swell of your bare ass, swatting it a little just to grin when you squirm. his lips meet the nape of your neck, then his fangs, then his lips again as an apology. he's slow to enter you. and he's slow to begin moving once he's sheathed inside you. belphie wants to savor the way you clench around his cock, the whine that's muffled against the pillows as he pulls back, an obscene slick noise following the drag of his hips as he pushes back in. nice, slow, steady thrusts. in and out. his cheeks are flushed, and he bites his bottom lip hold back the little whimpers that threaten to expose how long he's yearned for you, yearned for the way your ass bounces against him each time his hips jerk forward. he's relieved when you finally reach your climax-- he doesn't have to act like he wasn't teetering over the edge since he slipped inside. you start to roll over but he catches your hips. not yet. he's not done with you. he won't be for awhile. he's here to make up for lost time-- his brothers may have had you first, but you're his now. he'll fuck you over and over until you remember that.

taglist for this series: @the-demonus-aunt // @scienceisfornerds // @hostilemakeover // @snow-fall1

[karteinss]

Virgin No More | 04 Alhaitham

Dom! Reader x Sub! Alhaitham

Part 04 of my “Maid cafe” series! (Requests are open!)

Slut shaming, slight feminization (hole being referred to as cunt), bottom/sub Alhaitham, cock can be seen as a strap!

You were an office worker that's nearing their 30s and yet, you were still a virgin.

And you couldn't handle it anymore.

You weren't interested in sex at first but eversince you encountered the maid cafe, you couldn't help wanting more.

Maybe it was because you craved physical touch?

Or you just wanted your cock get stuffed in between a man's tits.

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.

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“Welcome, dear customer!” A familiar orange haired man in a skimpy maid dress exclaimed as you went inside the dimly lit maid cafe.

Ah, it was Ajax.

You politely smiled at Ajax as you sat down on a nearby table.

It was like the last time you were here—

But you weren't here just to get blowjobs or handjobs.

No,

You wanted to have sex.

With who? Well, that's the problem.

Anyone would do, but you can't help but miss the warm pink lips of a certain violet haired man whom you haven't seen for the past month.

His plump pink lips stretching so much from your thick cock, tears streaming down his face because he couldn't fit your humongous cock—

Gods, you missed him, you really did.

But, it was just a “One Night Stand”— So why do you awfully crave him so much?

...

You didn't know.

You wanted him, but you couldn't find him.

So right now, you just wanted to get laid as fast as possible.

To have experience, of course.

It wasn't as if you were hungry to get your dick wet.

.

You looked around the place, trying to see who could catch your attention the most—

And, no one did.

Well, not yet.

You roamed inside the cafe, looking for someone that would fit your standard.

Suddenly, you bumped into a quite soft “something”.

You looked up to see a taller man with a buffer figure—

You bumped into the man's seemingly soft chest

His chest was literally popping out of his tight maid dress, making it quite an erotic view.

You didn't notice how long you were staring at the man's chest when suddenly, the man coughed.

“At least have some decency not to directly look at a stranger's chest, sir.” The grey haired man said, his voice seemed emotionless.

You finally realized how shameless you were as you immediately stepped back, your cheeks and ears pink.

“I-Im sorry!” You quickly apologized for bumping into the quite handsome man (and for looking directly at his manboobs—) which the man just nodded in response.

“Its fine.” He said before continuing, “Are you here for our service or—”

“Your services.” You quickly responded, your eyes looked up to see a better view of the man—

The taller and more buffer man had pale skin, and light turquoise eyes with yellow pupils.

He looked really pretty.

Well, at least you know who you're going to fuck this night.

“I..I'll order you.”

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.

.

The grey haired man led you to a room, very different from your previous rooms.

It felt more comfortable now, and had a sensual atmosphere to it...

You let out a soft hum as you sat yourself on the now much more comfortable bed as the grey haired man started to take his underwear off.

“My name's Alhaitham, by the way.” He introduced himself, his maid dress was still there but you could see how his panties werent— He seemed to be ready for your cock

You decided to unzip your pants and release your hardened cock from your boxers, which Alhaitham gulped at its size. He was on his knees as he puts his fingers on the base, he gave your tip a small kitten lick before licking the base up and down.

He looked so pretty, his flustered state and how he's looking so lewd, his eyes looking at yours.

The way his hot tongue was dancing on your cock almost made you cum— You couldn't stand it anymore as you thrusted your cock into his small mouth.

His mouth was small and tight as you let out a groan from the tight heat surrounding your cock.

Alhaitham was taken aback as he tried to moan around your cock.

“mffhh~” is all he could release, your thick length was stretching his oh so beautiful mouth.

Your eyes were of a predator's— you looked as if you were going to eat him.

Well, who wouldn't do that?

He looked so beautiful, his mouth stretched around your fat cock, and all you could do is close your eyes from such pleasure that he was giving you.

He starts to move his tongue up and down, cockwarming your length with ease.

He feels so warm, so tight...everything.

You brought  a hand down to stroke his soft grey hair as he slightly shifts, but that didn't stop him from licking your cock clean. He looks up at you, his turquoise eyes were looking so submissive— you grabbed a patch of his hair as you fucked his mouth.

All he could do was choke on your cock, tears forming in his eyes as he makes audible noises.

“mffh!!!~”

You eventually came with a loud groan.

Both you and him were panting, as you let go of his hair you realized you accidentally came inside of his mouth. You gulped as you wanted to apologize. “i...hey, I..I'm sorry..” You nervously said as you looked at Alhaitham who was barely even processing your words— He instead looked so...out of it.

The sight was very lewd, his mouth was hanging open as your cum was leaking out.

“H-hey, you okay?” You asked, as you caressed his hair which he came back in response.

“y-yeah..I am. No worries” He immediately got up and spat your cum onto a tissue and threw it in the nearby trashbin.

As you were about to lie down and take a break, you were suddenly met with a hand on your cock— it was Alhaitham putting a condom on you.

Oh, right..

“Did..did you do any preparation?” You asked, worried for his wellbeing which the man just scoffed in response. “Dont worry, it's not like you're that big.” And that made your ego shatter.

As Alhaitham placed his hole on top of your already hardened cock, he dropped—

You both let out loud moans but Alhaitham's was especially loud.

“ANH—” He moans loudly, only your tip was inserted in but he already moaned like a slut.

Oh, how exciting.

He was breathing heavily but he decided to push down further.

“Nhh~ mfff....” All he could do was moan like a pretty slut, he was crying from the stretch in his hole. You weren't even fully in yet and he's already crying from your cock. His hole was as delicious as his mouth, the way his hole was tightening every second and how warm it was made you groan.

“agh... Alhaitham..let me fuck you—” You groaned out, you couldn't handle it anymore, you wanted to abuse his tight pink hole.

But Alhaitham refused to, he instead didn't listen to you as he still tries to get used to your length and thickness.

Which you finally snapped, you were embarrassed that he referred to you as "not that big" and now he's going to pay for it.

You Part his cheeks to spread his hole further which he loudly moaned in response, it was so wet and tight that you forced him down on your cock.

Which he screamed—

“ANHHH~! N-Noo..! P-PLEASS~” You bounced him up and down on your cock, and all he does is moan like a cheap whore, needy and begging to be filled with your cum. His manboobs bounced as you bounced him faster and faster, he was making audible noises as you tried to find his prostate.

“N-noohh~ p-pleash...mffhh—” He cries out, your cock was abusing his tight warm hole, the way his mancunt was desperately clinging onto your cock made you let out yet another moan.

“Nghh...— Fuck, you're like a cheap whore, alhaitham...begging to be filled, aren't ya?” You smirked as you said that, you were also struggling to talk because of how tight he was clenching down on your cock.

All Alhaitham could do to respond is with loud sobs, with "no" 's and "I'm not a whore" 's.

You gave alhaitham a gentle kiss on the cheek before you switched positions, it was doggy style now.

He couldn't look at your wide smirk that was on display now, as you fucked him over and over again— His slutty hole was begging to be filled as you held his hips tightly.

His warm walls were clinging onto your cock, as if  it's begging you to ruin his insides.

You fucked him faster and faster, his moans got louder as you degraded him further.

You might be a virgin but you know some knowledge about sex, at least.

Now, you hit a certain spot that made Alhaitham cry out louder than his other moans.

“Oh? What's this, did I hit your prostate, sweetheart?” You smirked as you already knew the answer, you didn't even let him response as you kept moving your hips with his, fucking him in a brutal pace and hitting his prostate with your fat cock over and over again.

If only you could see how slutty his face was, he was indeed a mess.

“P-please~~!!! F-fuck me harder— Nghh~!!” He moans out, drooling saliva like a dumb whore who's thirsty for another man's cock.

“You're so fucking tight right now...it's as if your cunt is begging to be bred by my cock, no?” You leaned in and whispered into his ear, you were panting and nearly out of breath but that didn't stop you from fucking him vigorously.

“Y-yes♡~!!! p-please..make me..your—!!! NGHH P-PLEASE!~~~” He was fucked dumb as you ram up your speed, the sound of skin on skin was heard throughout the room and especially Alhaitham's pretty noises, begging to be filled.

“Please what, my dear?” You asked him, your tone was teasing as you suddenly slowed down your pace which Alhaitham let out a loud whine in response.

“N-noo~ f-fuck me dumb..please..?” He turned to look at you, his face was a mess. His hair and his eyes were puffy from tears, he was a drooling mess and he looked like he had hearts in his eyes.

Oh, how could you ever decline such a sweet request?

Before he knows it, you fucked him like a rabid dog, you were hitting his prostate over and over again as you held a bruising grip on his waist.

“Anh~~ I..I love your cock!!!nhhHHH please..let me..I wanna— NGHH~~!!”

You decided to tease him by pinching his nipples, you were flicking them as you fucked him dumb.

He was a drooling mess, all he could do is moan like a dumb slut.

You finally came with a final thrust, you came... unfortunately not inside of him.

You pulled out with a groan as you took off your condom, Alhaitham's body immediately fell and he seemed to pass out.

Oh, your fun wasn't done just yet.

[kakushino]

Control

Himejima Gyomei x AFAB! Reader

Denying your Master is a big no-no.

Tags: brat tamer! Gyomei, brat! Reader, slight dub-con (but everything is consensual with an established safeword), creampie Word count: 2,7k

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@gingerspicelattemix here you go, friend

His voice didn’t change cadence nor volume. You weren’t so sure you could handle him if he was truly irritated, which made you glad he understood why you couldn’t just stop in the middle of training to have a quickie. Never mind that with Gyomei it was never one, it took time to even take three of his fingers, and his cock was bigger than that.

“You’ve really driven me wild, you know that? You have no idea how much I want you right now… But I will respect your wishes.” For now, he finished the sentence in his mind.

“Thank you, Gyomei,” you smiled at him, wiping away the sweat from your forehead. 

It was too hot here, so you shrugged off your jacket before you continued, leaving you only in a damp white uniform shirt. 

Your grunts of effort and heavy breathing filled the courtyard again quickly, taunting him, making him stop on the engawa right before the shoji doors. Gyomei palmed his tightening crotch, the sounds just getting to him today though he didn’t know why.

He needed you, yet you denied him; him, your Master. That would not do.

He sighed, “Kitten, this is how it’s gonna go. You will receive your punishment. If you continue being a brat, I will just have to up my game. Sound fair?”

The question was rhetorical. Before a thought could form, you were bent over his lap. One of his hands kept a tight grip on your obi, so you wouldn’t be able to wiggle away, and the other hand was pushing your yukata up up up. He briefly lifted you, with the one hand holding your obi belt, to flip the bottom of the yukata over, exposing your panties, already a little wet from your juices at his manhandling.

“Gyomei~” You tried to struggle, but it was in vain. He was much stronger than you. 

And he wasn’t afraid of using such strength against you. Your panties were shredded in one smooth move, the scraps laying on the ground. “Hope you weren’t attached to those.”

You pouted. “Those were my favorite…”

“Liar,” he said calmly. “I always know when you lie, [Name]. You should know better than to lie to me.”

His fingers trailed over your backside right to your core, feeling how wet you were. 

“I think you forgot one thing as well, kitten.” 

One of his thick finger tips slid inside your opening teasing you just as much as you teased him before.

“I’m not Gyomei to you now.”

He pumped just the tip of his finger into you slowly, the stimulation simply not enough.

“Call me Master.”

You whined loudly, trying to move, to fuck yourself back on his finger, anything, but the hold he had on you didn’t budge in the slightest. “Please-”

“Please, what?” he asked sternly, ceasing his movement. 

The dry sob you gave out echoed in the room. “Please, M-Master! Please more!”

Gyomei chuckled. “Only because you asked so politely…” He slipped not one, but two knuckles deep into you. You let out a wail in frustration. “Are you learning your lesson?”

“I’m so sorry! Please-!”

“You’re a mess, kitten. I’ve barely touched you. See,” he leaned a bit closer to you, his lips nearly at your ear, he spoke in a whisper, “This is what happens when you disobey your master, you brat.” He continued to tease you on his finger, curling it just under your g-spot. You tried to wiggle, to protest, to force more out of him but you remained right where you were, his grip on your obi too steady to allow you any movement.

A few tears gathered at your eyelashes from frustration. “Gyomei…”

He tutted. “What did I say before? …Maybe if you had been good, you wouldn’t be such a whimpering slut begging for more.” The finger left your needy pussy with a loud schlick following his words.

“Master!” you whined loudly. “Please please please, I need more. I swear I can handle it, just please- Master-!”

“So now I’m master, hm?” Gyomei taunted you, voice even yet seeming so cruel to you. “Pathetic. You’re all bratty until I put you in your place. How cute.”

His heavy giant hand descended through the air, giving your ass a harsh spank. You cried out at the stinging pain, even as his rough palm soothed the quickly reddening spot.

“You think you can handle it? Handle me?” Another sharp smack echoed in the room, and you received a matching spank on your other asscheek.

“Yes, please, M-master, please… I’m a good girl, I deserve more fingers,” you pleaded to him, trying to sound as pathetic as you could, hoping he’d take pity on you. Your sopping wet pussy needed something to fill it up.

Instead of answering Gyomei did something he never had before during your sex life. He shoved his fingers inside - not one, not two, but three at the same time. 

“Ah!” You yelped from the burning stretch. “Master, no!” You hadn’t felt this kind of pain since the first time you took him inside of you. You gritted your teeth and tears spilled down your cheeks in quick succession. 

“Hmm, your pussy is so obedient, taking all three at the same time. You could learn from her. I bet your cunt could take me before, you were just too stuck up to help your Master out, denying me.” He marveled at how tight you were, how slippery and smoothly you took his fingers despite the obviously painful intrusion. “I gave you what you asked for, kitten. Thank me for it.”

More tears came out as he moved his fingers, your pussy stretched to the absolute limit. “Than-thank you, M-Mast-er,” you stuttered between hiccups.

In, and out, he forced you to take what he gave. Your hands clenched into fists, covering your flaming hot face with them. It burned, it stung and, though you were ashamed of it, it made you even wetter than you were before. Pitiful whimpers broke free of your throat, slightly muffled by your fists, as you panted. You’d given up on moving against him, whether to fight back or to try to get more.

“Do you want me to stop? Be a good girl and answer that for me.” 

His gravelly voice broke through the haze of your mind. You noticed his fingers stayed buried in your cunt, giving you a moment of reprieve. You shook your head no.

“Use your words, kitten,” he said in a strained whisper, his hands steady but his hard bulge twitching against your side. He knew he could destroy you if he was just a little bit harsher, a little bit rougher, but he didn’t want to do that. He wanted you to shatter on his cock, not break apart in his hands.

You calmed your breathing a little more, Gyomei’s warmth against your side grounding you into the present. “I’m alright, Master. You don’t have to stop.” The rest you got from this brief exchange was more than enough for you and your walls spasmed around his fingers when he shifted a little. Pleasure shot through your body like lightning. “Ah!”

“You’ll be good then? Show me what a good kitten you are?” You could practically hear his smile as he asked you that, starting to move his fingers again, curling them against your g-spot. 

You jolted in his hold involuntarily. “Fuck!”

“Tsk. That’s some naughty language there. Didn’t I just say you need to show me you’re a good kitten?” His thumb swept down to your clit, pressing on it harshly. 

Your lips fell open in silent scream and your hands clenched on the futon. You couldn’t squirm an inch away, his other hand holding you down with no effort. It was too much and you couldn’t escape.

Gyomei set a steady pace with his fingers, rubbing your sweet spot with just the right amount of pressure, his thumb letting up on your nub, circling it gently instead. Your moan got cut off, overwhelmed with the way he controlled you. “This is much better, isn’t it?” 

All you could do was breathe heavily, clutching at Gyomei’s pant leg, completely incoherent despite him basically just starting. It was so much, but just right - taking you step by step closer to Heaven with each movement of his hand.

“Don’t tell me you’re already losing your mind, kitten? I’ve barely even done anything to you…” The tight knot of pleasure threatened to snap any second. Just as you were on the precipice of your release, Gyomei withdrew his fingers. You let out a high-pitched keen of disappointment. 

“Calm down, kitten. Even if you’re good, you still need to learn your lesson. You did deny me, after all,” he placated you with an even tone. His fingertips teased your cunt with a feather-light touch making you flinch from the sensitivity and try to chase his touch. “Times like these make me wish I had my sight - you’re a mess, a mess I’d love to see.”

You whined, “Please, please- I need more, I need to cum. Please, Master!”

Gyomei hummed, “You cum when I allow you to.” He finally let go of his tight grip on your obi. “Get up and strip.” 

You rushed to get up and obey despite the shakiness of your limbs, haphazardly shucking your yukata off. “Master, please, I’ve been good. Please, I need your cock, Master,” you said breathily, need practically dripping from your voice, eyes wordlessly pleading. You were ready to beg on your knees.

A drawn-out sigh interrupted more of your groveling. “To bed.”

No more instructions were needed. 

Gyomei had never been a truly cruel lover, nor did he intend to start. When you begged so sweetly, wanting to please him and be pleased, how could he do anything else than deliver?

His frame completely overshadowed yours on the bed as you laid there, legs spread and ready to cradle his hips. An ominous giant about to eat up his victim in one big gulp; except he was not eating you tonight, though the decadent thought did run through his mind - to tease you more, to edge you along until you were crying.

The desire to fill you up was stronger than whatever fleeting impulse flitted through his head. His clothes came off piece by piece, each carefully folded and set aside gently; Gyomei was fully in control - in contrast to your messiness before. 

You trembled when he finally slotted himself in his rightful place - between your legs.

That was it, there was no escaping now. 

The leaking tip of his cock teased your entrance gently, making you whimper with need. You were about to start begging again when he pressed inside in one slow and smooth thrust. His quiet grunt was nearly hidden by your high-pitched moan at the feeling.

His hands circled your waist, holding you down as he set a slow pace, letting you feel every inch of him. Every time he bottomed out, your breath got knocked out of you, his tip pressing harshly against your cervix. 

Gyomei noticed, of course he did. His thumbs were near your belly button, he could feel it. “You pretty little thing. Look at this. See how far I can reach?” 

You forced your head up and there it was - a very pronounced bulge in the shape of his monstrous cock. “Oh sweet Lord-” Your pussy walls clenched at the sight, making him groan and buck his hips.

"You like that? Like how deep I can go?" he panted out, desperately trying to keep the pace the same but it was futile - your pussy felt too divine to go slow. 

And he did promise to tame your brattiness.

You could feel him practically in your throat when he sped up, the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin a harmonic rhythm as old as time. Your legs trembled with each thrust, your cunt squeezing the life out of his cock.

“Close?” He asked, a few tears slipping down his face from the pleasure. “You can’t cum til I tell you to, kitten.”

Gyomei folded your legs more, leaning over and nearly laying on your body, each drag of his member stimulating your sweet spots. The pace tipped from so much, so good to too much very quickly.

“You’re not playing fair-!” you choked out, clutching at the sheets under you.

“Actions speak louder than words with you it seems. You were so obedient before, no back-talk…”

He was holding your hips with his hands, your legs hanging over his forearms; you were utterly caged and trapped underneath him, completely immobile and at his mercy. He needed  more though, needed to find another way to grasp you, to possess you. The only thing he could do was bite your neck like an animal, and with the way he was fucking you, he might as well be one.

So he did - he bit your shoulder, hard.

You became detached, deep inside your mind in a special space, able to perceive only him and the mixture of pleasure and pain he brought; your Master, your punisher and your God. “Feels so good-” you groaned loudly, breath hitching right after as you struggled to follow his command and not cum before he allowed you to. “Can I-? Can-?”

Gyomei let go of your flesh, blood beading up on your skin, which he licked away. “Not yet, kitten. A little more-” he said breathlessly, his own release approaching quickly.

His thrusts grew sloppy, absolutely lewd sounds echoing in the room, sweat making your hair stick to your body. If you had a thought in your head right now, you’d admire how he kept a tight - bruising - grip on you despite the slick skin.

“Take. it. all! Youcancome-!” he choked out with a loud moan, an earth-shattering orgasm washing over him, filling you up with near buckets of his cum. “Ngh, kitten-!”

You could not move, yet your body found ways to grow taunt - thighs shaking, eyes rolling back, hands clenching into the sheets and your pussy milking him for all he had. You could not formulate a thought nor a sound, your jaw slack, breathing heavily.

Gyomei rolled his hips, grinding against you, chasing the last few seconds of pleasure. “That’s it… That’s a good kitten, taking everything I give you.” Your walls were still fluttering around him when he started to pull away, ruining the tail end of your own release.

You whined, but didn’t protest otherwise, too fucked out to do so as he slid out, his semen spilling out.

“Clean me up, kitten,” he ordered you, sitting back on his haunches. 

You got to your hands and knees sluggishly, trembling, reaching for his cock head open-mouthed, one of his hands grabbing you by the hair gently. Gyomei took his length at the base and tapped it on your cheek, a soft smack echoing in the room. You turned your head to kiss it but he backed out a little with his hips. A whine left you as you stuck your tongue out, chasing after it. 

“Cute little princess, I just want to spoil you, you know? But you make it so hard when you act like a brat,” he said softly, his grip on your hair tightening, stopping you just an inch from his tip. 

You nearly wailed, eyes dewy with unshed tears from the desperation to obey his earlier command. “Please, Master, please, let me clean it, let me suck it! I need it!”

“So needy, and desperate… All this needless suffering could have been avoided, kitten. What a mess you are…” 

Gyomei allowed you to close the distance to his cum-stained cock excruciatingly slowly, your tongue reaching out; your tip on his tip, then licking at his whole mushroom head, diligently cleaning him up as ordered. 

“Good kitten, very good. Everything falls into place now, doesn’t it? Servicing your Master is your life’s purpose. You just need to accept it.”

You took his cock inside your mouth and started to suck on it greedily, addicted to the salty taste of him. He was still hard.

“I wonder… Can you handle one more?”

Dividers made by the amazing @/benkeibear

[sunlightmurdock]

Here Kitty, Kitty | Firefighter Bradley Bradshaw (18+)

warnings: suggestive comments, borderline smut.

…

“Don’t you dare,” You hook your legs tighter around his hips, crossing your ankles, trapping him against you. The urgent knocking at the front door continues and Rooster lets out a particularly conflicted groan as you lift your head and kiss, wet and longing at his pulse point. Your hand slides along the thick, broad plain of his shoulder and around the nape of his neck, brushing over the short hair there. Squeezing at your new leverage point, your eyes meet his, darkened and oh, so serious.

He smiles at the look on your face.

“I’m serious, her cat gets stuck in that three three times a week — just stay here,” You graze your teeth slowly along the plush of your bottom lip, palm trailing downward, skimming along the taut muscles in his back. Pushing against the bed, you lift your bare chest up into his. Honey-coloured eyes flick quickly downwards, back to you just as quickly. “With me.”

Bradley clicks his tongue, giving your hips a firm squeeze. “Honey… she’s eighty-three years old.”

“And I’m naked,” You remind him, lifting your head to kiss his lips. He chases you back, pressing his body firm into yours, letting his hands skim tentatively upward. Soft, warm flesh under his fingertips. “And just desperate,” Another kiss, deeper this time, pressing the heel of your foot into the small of his back. The motion guides his hips forwards, his sweats grazing against your soaked core. “For a little alone time with my boyfriend.”

He groans again, letting his head fall forwards to rest against your naked chest. Kneeling between your legs on the comfort of your shared bed, his hands come up to knead at your breasts. He barely needs to turn his head before his mouth is on them, gracing each of them with a few gentle kisses. His moustache, his hands, the feeling of his full attention is something that is impossibly warm.

“Bradley? — are you home? Could you help me?” Her sweet, aged voice carries through the apartment with surprising ease. He lifts his head and meets your gaze again. You narrow your eyes at him, lips already tugging into a knowing frown. He keens forwards and leaves you with a chaste kiss, fingers curling around your calf and flipping you onto your front.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back.” He promises, pressing his lips to the plump of your ass cheek, then tapping it with his open palm. He leaves you with that, still dressed in the gym clothes you had so hurriedly been trying to get him out of as he walks around to the front door, calling back. “Don’t get dressed!”

He adjusts his sweats, tugs open the door and smiles politely.

“What was that?” Mrs. Houseman asks softly, brows knitting together in concern.

“Stressed. Just telling her not to get stressed — you know how hard she works,” Bradley steps out and swings the door shut behind him, “Anyway, how’s Felix?”

Mrs. Houseman lives on the same floor, she’s a sweet old lady that always sweeps your doorstep and brings you baked goods. But she’s got an orange kitten that might just be half Tasmanian devil, and maybe a little crush on your boyfriend. She’s always telling you what a good boy he is, that he reminds her of her husband. It’s sweet.

Just, not when it leaves you hanging like this. He’s back just as quickly as he had promised to be, Felix safely bundled into his owner’s arms and her promising to keep him inside from now on.

You glance up at him, silent as he closes the front door behind him.

“No,” Rooster grumbles immediately, frowning at you. You’re standing by the kitchen counter, fixing yourself a hot drink — clothed. “I said not to get-“

He stops talking as he rounds the counter, eyes landing on your pleasantly naked legs. His lips quirk just slightly as you turn and lift yourself up onto the countertop.

Parting your legs slowly, he stalks towards you, already tugging his t-shirt over his head and letting it fall to the kitchen floor. His adam’s apple bobs, eyes trained in on your still naked core.

“Think you owe me a little something.” You tease him, bracing your palms on either side of you, parting your knees further. He steps between them with a grin, kissing you.

“Yes, ma’am.”

A giggle bubbles out of your mouth as he beams before you, then lowers himself to his knees without complaint. Swiftly, without struggle, he tugs you to the edge of the countertop and presses his open mouth to the apex of your thighs.

…

[oneforthemunny]

mafia eddie, smut, spanking;)

oh the spanking smut queen wants mafia!eddie spanking smut??? I hope I do you justice my love lol :)

"C'mere, kitten." Eddie purred, a tight lipped smile that seemed inconspicuous enough, but you knew better. He pulled you close to him, by the swell of your hip, ringed fingers smoothing over the red silk of your dress.

You smiled politely, excusing yourself from the others, Max and Gareth, following Eddie towards the champagne tower. "What was my rule?" He asked lowly in the shell of your ear.

You shuddered, reaching for another flute of champagne. "Honey, what are you-"

"Don't." Eddie hissed lowly, fingers hooking under your chin lightly. "Look at me." Your eyes met his, dark and lust blown. "You just not listening to me anymore, hm? Want to be a bad girl?"

You pouted. "No-"

"You know Daddy's rules." Your tummy flipped at the name, flushing with heat at the name. Eddie tilted your chin further, frowning at you. "What happens when you're bad?"

You pouted. "I get... punished."

Eddie lifted a brow. "That's right. You need a spanking, don't you?" Your thighs clenched, fingers closing around the flute. "Go upstairs, in my office. I'm going to tell everyone you're not feeling well. I'll be up shortly."

You nodded, climbing the marble stairs on shaking legs, tummy trilling and filled with heat. You sat anxiously, waiting for Eddie to arrive.

He came shortly after, closing the heavy door with an ominous clack that had you jumping. Eddie's heavy soled shoes crossed the floor, hands in his black slacks. "You've been bad today, kitten." Eddie shook his head at you.

"I'm sorry, Daddy." You pouted, bottom lip jutting in just the right way you hoped would make him melt.

He tutted at you, sinking into the velvet sofa across for you. "You know better. Teasing Daddy like that, very bad." Eddie rolled his sleeves, keeping eye contact with you, relishing in the way you squirmed. "Come on. You know you earned this."

You practically leapt, heels discarded on the carpet, lowering yourself over his knee, straddling his leg. Eddie smirked, pushing your dress up, revealing you to be bare underneath.

"Look at this." Eddie feigned shock. "No panties?"

You looked back at him, a sheepish little smile, eyes glinting with mischief. Eddie clicked his tongue disapprovingly at you. "You have been such a bad, bad girl." He groped your cheek, shaking it lightly. "I'll take care of that."

His heavy, ring clad palm fell on your upturned ass, over and over, the building burning sensation leaving you mewling and squirming. Your clit rocked against his leg with every hit of his hand. Eddie chastised you, alternating between hard slaps that left your squealing, rubbing out the sting, fingers trailing lower to your aching clit.

"Are you going to be good?" Eddie asked, hand still smoothing over your burning skin.

"Yes, Daddy." You whimpered, leaning back towards him. "So good."

"Promise?"

You nodded, rocking against his thigh, pleasure building deep in your tummy. "Yes."

Eddie hummed, lifting you up slowly. He put you on your feet in front of him, eyes trained on your, your dress still bunched around your wast, puffy lips glistening, ass glowing with splotchy hand prints. Eddie unbuckled his belt, freeing himself from his pants. Your mouth salivated at the sight of his cock, already leaking for you.

"Why don't you show Daddy how sorry you are, baby?" Eddie stroked himself lazily, heavy lidded eyed looking at you.

You nodded, sinking to your knees, your hands on top of his, stroking him slowly before you licked long stripes up the underside of cock, Eddie's head tilting back in pleasure when you swallowed him slowly.

[whereismymindnow]

Angel of My Dreams 1

I've no idea where this is going... if it will go anywhere. I was just inspired by a song and my OFC from my previous one-shot, I'd Kill To Be Closer. I have inspiration for the performance that Harper will do, but other than that, nothing! xD This chapter to set the scene was like pulling teeth. It probably reads that way too.

Let me know what you think! The fic will probably be more like a collection of one-shots/drabbles rather than a storyline type fic. I don't have a timeline planned or anything like that.

Characters: Homelander x ofc!Harper

Warnings (for future potential chapters): Homelander - duh. Dub-con. Forced relationship. Supe behaviour.

Masterlist

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Despite every bone in her body vibrating, Harper maintained a blank expression as she entered the elevator with Mike, her manager. If someone had told her that one day she would be in Vought Tower to have a meeting with The Seven, she’d have laughed in their face. Being around Supes wasn’t on her to-do list. She liked her own company or to be on stage with everyone screaming her name. Now she not only had to face a bunch of suits, but also present herself to The Seven whilst not bruising their fragile egos. They weren’t the only ones that had worldwide fame, after all.

“Remember what I said: this is just a formality. Ms Stillwell wanted to present you to The Homelander herself.”

“Yes, yes… let’s get this over with. I promised my fanbase a Twitch singing stream tonight.” Mike rolled his eyes as the songbird turned away from him and checked her reflection in the mirrored wall of the elevator. Harper had decided to keep it simple: Converse wedges, a check print pinafore dress with a black cropped top underneath, and gold jewellery. Her hair was in a tidy bun and her makeup was kept natural with a small kitten flick and glitter scattered over her lids. She had been advised to keep things toned down for a change. She was a star, if she didn’t dress to standout then what was the point?

“Miss Harper? It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Ah, Miss Stillwell. The computer camera did not do you any justice.” Mike, ever the suck-up, shook hands with the blonde. Harper grimaced internally; the nervous sweat that was gathering around his hairline was pathetic.

“Good afternoon. Thank you for inviting us.” Harper discreetly scanned the older woman up and down. She wore a simple black dress with red-bottomed Louboutin pumps. Harper could appreciate a woman that had money and wasn’t afraid to show it.

“Follow me.” Madelyn started walking quickly, she needed this meeting to go well and she needed her Supes to behave themselves. This deal would be huge for Vought. “So, as you know, today is about the finer details. We want you to be happy with the deal and for us to be in agreement.”

“Of course, Ms Stillwell. I can assure you that Harper is very excited for this opportunity.” Mike spoke for his client as usual. He knew that Harper was less than happy to be getting into bed with Vought, but she was no fool. Whilst this would be fantastic exposure for Homelander, it would be equally as beneficial for the young singer.

Madelyn kept her vibrant smile as they entered the meeting room. Noir, Translucent and Maeve sat to the left whilst A-Train and The Deep sat to the right. Homelander was sat at the centre of the table, his back straight and hair perfectly brushed with a polite smile on his face. “And this is The Seven.”

“Please, take a seat.” Homelander waved a hand in front of him to the spare seats. Mike sat beside Stillwell whilst Harper took the centre seat. She had the perfect view of the city’s skyline – which she was thankful for, it gave her something to look at whilst she zoned out from boredom. “It is a pleasure to meet one of the world’s biggest stars.”

“You flatter me.” Harper gave an award-winning grin and nodded her head in thanks. “The pleasure is all mine to be in such great company.”

Madelyn took note of the girl’s demeanour; the way she held a lot of tension in her shoulders and scanned the room with her eyes as though assessing the surroundings. Interesting, she made a mental note to keep an eye on her. Most people were always timid and intimidated when in the presence of such strength, but the evident displeasure was something new. Even those that hated Vought and the Supes hid it better. This almost seemed personal.

“Now, as I’m sure you’re aware, Vought likes to hold a celebration each year for Homelander’s birthday. It’s always a spectacle on television with record-breaking numbers tuning in. The numbers show that each year the programme reaches more and more fans across the globe.

“We would like Harper to take centre stage after the ‘Happy Birthday’ singalong to close the show. We couldn’t think of a more perfect way to introduce the partnership.”

“Partnership… from what I understand, Vought just wanted me to promote my song as though it is a dedication to the leader of your little group. What is this partnership that you speak of?” Harper raised a brow as she watched Madelyn and Mike exchange glances.

“Well, we would like to make it a little more personal than just a song. We need something that will speak to your fans more than 4 minutes of your voice will. Our offer is six months of travelling with Homelander. He’ll appear at your shows, you’ll appear at his events, and you’ll support each other publicly.

“Once the six months is up, we’ll explain that you parted ways amicably. The pressure, the travelling, everything was too much for you to keep up with when your career is blossoming so beautifully. No harm, no foul, no bad blood. Just good publicity.”

“Harper, think about.” Mike leant forward in his chair, making direct eye contact with the girl beside him. “Homelander gets the support of your people, you get the once in a lifetime contract with Vought, and at the end you both win! You get to perform, meet your fans and have the safety of Homelander being close by. There’s no losers here.” Homelander watched the singer in front of him. He could hear her heart rate increase and watched as her nails turned white from where she was clenching onto the sides of her chair. He stifled a chuckle as her body language showed her evident discomfort. Who did this little girl think she is? Anyone would be lucky to have his support and presence at their side.

“Let’s cut the bullshit. You want me to believe that I just get to perform and dress up when required for his events? It’s not that simple.”

“Obviously we’d have to be strict as far as your wardrobe and lyrics whilst under the contract. We have the support of many religious groups and we couldn’t afford to… offend them.”

“Are you saying there’s an issue with how I dress and the story that my lyrics tell?” Harper bit back sharply as Madelyn let out an awkward sigh. The singer noticed how the older woman’s eyes glanced at Homelander, almost like she was checking that he wasn’t displeased with the current situation.

“Okay. I think we need to take a break.” Mike interrupted as he noted how Harper had begun to sit up in her chair. What she lacked for in height, she made up for in fiery personality. She hadn’t met anyone that she was afraid to talk back to… yet. “How about I talk with Ms Stillwell in private to iron out the fine print whilst you introduce yourself a little more to The Seven?”

“That’s a great idea. I promise we’ll be on our best behaviour.” Homelander faked a laugh as he stood up with his hands behind his back. Madelyn took this for the hint that it was and encouraged the balding man to follow her to her office. She sent a warning look over her shoulder to the leader of The Seven. Fuck, balancing all these egos would be the death of her.

“So… you made a song for Homelander? What about the rest of us?” The Deep broke the awkward silence with a question that made Harper want to throttle him. She’d felt his slimey eyes on her the moment she entered the room. At least Translucent was somewhat subtle with his ogling.

“Correction: I wrote a song. Vought decided Homelander needed a bit of help in the polls with the female audience and claimed my song for themselves.”

“You sold your song to Vought?”

“Money is money. It’s the way the world works and I’d have been silly to decline such an investment.”

“Money is money, what a 21st century way of thinking. I’m sure it helps with all the girl power movements when you ladies can bring in a big cheque. I do have a question though…” Harper kept her eyes to the city skyline as Homelander stood behind her chair. She kept still as his gloved hands rested on her shoulders, a firm squeeze ensuring he had her full attention. A silent threat, as far as she was concerned. “We need this to go smoothly. It won’t benefit either of us to waste our time with this opportunity.” Another sensation of light, but firm pressure to her shoulders. A warning. “Do you have a boyfriend? A partner that might creep up out of the woodwork and make this partnership a media scandal?”

Harper took a second to swallow a sarcastic retort. This was The Homelander after all. She couldn’t treat him like all of the other idiotic men in her life. The industry was full of them after all. Men that controlled her contract, men that controlled her music videos, men that looked at her like she was a nothing more than a pretty figure to admire, men that wanted to whore out her talents to whoever would promote the music she made.

“No ex-lover or husband for you to worry about. Who has the time when they’re touring the world and breaking records?”

“Ha. A woman with an ego… interesting.” Homelander gave another squeeze before continuing on his walk around the table. “Obviously, there are some evident differences. You’re a singer… and I am THE Homelander. I protect citizens, including yourself, and fly the American flag. I do hope it won’t be an issue that my priority will always be my country.”

To Vought, you mean. Harper gave a thin smile and made a sound of agreement. “It is a working relationship, sir. I do not need to take any more of your time than absolutely necessary.” Maeve hid her smile behind her hand.  She liked her. Her first thought was some loud, little girl would come strutting in and start fawning over Homelander as they usually did, but no. Harper surprised her. The girl didn’t seem to be at all in awe of the blonde Supe… she seemed almost bored, in fact.

“Right! Harper, here we go! An agreement that will be more than satisfactory, I think.” Mike entered with a big grin. He smelt money on the horizon!

“A contract for six months… public partnership with The Homelander…. music videos and exclusive performances on Vought+… Vought offers Homelander’s personal protection during live events… all expenses covered by Vought during this time… Wait. Vought will manage me during this time? Looking for a new client, Mike??”

“O-of course not, but it makes sense for Vought to have more input during this time, wouldn’t you say?” Harper gave him a long look. She noticed how he fiddled with his hands and exhaled loudly as she stared. What a pathetic creature.

“I suppose I cannot decline at this point.” As much as she hated to admit it, this would be a great launching pad for her. Vought would stream her music on their channels, the money on offer would be a beautiful investment, and she was curious about this powerhouse company that seemed to have its finger in so many pies… Vought had a lot of control in America, she wondered just how far it stretched. “Very well.” She ignored the obvious amusement coming from the Supe across the table and unclicked the pen.

Time to make a deal with the Devil.

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“For fuck’s sake!” Harper stormed into her apartment, slamming the door so hard that her windows shook and a few picture frames dropped to the ground.

She tore out her jewellery, uncaring as the gold pieces clattered against the vanity mirror. She grit her teeth as she dragged the brush through her hair, unflinching as it pulled on a few knots and tangles in her curls. Her usual skincare routine was ignored and she used a soaked cotton pad to remove her makeup quickly. Once her skin was suitably clean she paused and stared at her reflection. She wasn’t a puppet, but she had to act like one and it drove her crazy. The idea that these humans thought they had control over her was infuriating. If she could she’d show them all just who they were dealing with… but she enjoyed the privacy that being a human afforded her. If she showed her true self, then there’d be no going back. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

Her eyes glowed green as she let loose the hunger that had threatened to take control during the meeting. Sharp teeth dropped from her gums and she snarled as a hiss released from her throat. God, she wanted to eat someone so badly. She wanted to rip apart some pathetic little mouth breather as they pled for mercy… but she couldn’t. She didn’t trust that certain people wouldn’t be watching her from now on. She’d just have to settle for some subtle skin contact when she went to the Tower tomorrow. It wasn’t the same as consuming someone, but she could feed off of their energy all the same.

“Ugh, what the fuck have I been brought in to?” She carried on muttering to herself as she ripped off her clothes, leaving them in an untidy pile and slipped into a bralette and shorts. “Such a fucking circus, led by a witch in heels that thinks she has control. What a joke!” Her bad mood followed her like a storm cloud as she headed to the kitchen to grab the bottle of vodka that she stored in the fridge. She tended to enjoy a cocktail or two, but right now she needed something stronger. The lid hit the floor with a clatter as she brought the bottle to her lips and gulped the straight liquor. It would take more than one bottle to make her tipsy, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t get satisfaction from the burning sensation it left in her throat. She took a deep breath as the alcohol made her feel warm inside, almost like a comforting hug. “That’s better. Just breathe.”

The bottle slipped from her grasp as she turned to her balcony and saw two glowing red eyes in the darkness. Homelander quietly landed on the outside platform and gently knocked on the glass doors with a smile. “Just checking you had returned home safely. Goodnight, Miss Harper.”

“Fuck.” She watched as he waved and disappeared as quickly as he appeared. She hoped with every fibre of her being that he hadn’t been watching her the entire time.

[himbos-hotline]

Name: With tears in your eyes, you begged me to stay Word count: 1183 words Ship: Jay Orton/Adam Cole [ship: bluejays and blowjobs] Characters: Jay Orton, Adam Cole Rating: General Audiences/Teen [kinda on the cusp between both] Prompt: @wrestleprompts prompt week two: It was you the entire time Triggers: Mentions of Sex [no actual smut], mentions of Cole's concussion, panic attacks Authors note: This started out as smut but I got really anxious and I just gave Adam Cole my panic attacks. Still writing trans femme adam cole using he/him pronouns cuz pronouns don't equal gender. I don't think this is my best work/flows right but I'm tired. I might end up editing this/re-writing this but we'll see how this goes Tag list: @ithunderstorm @itsnoosetome @malewifemoxley @kass-the-kitten @melancholycowboy @josiewrites @basil-the-pretty-cowboy @ss-trashboat @ambroseasylum @wrestlezaynia @banannabethchase @bellicosebunny @mrsmatt @racerchix21 and @anairbri and @mistress-omega-majesty

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Gold stole Cole away, onto new horizons and Jay stayed left in the dust. Until, because fate is a bitch who has no self control, the two of them were dragged back together. And they’re friends now. The same familiar pattern between two people whose bodies still know the others. Jay lays her back against the couch, tilts her neck backwards against the leather cushions. “Are you gonna get dressed any time today?”

He’s looking at her from across the small locker room, ankles crossed politely as he pretends to scroll through twitter on his phone. Occasionally, Jay catches his blue eyes flicking down to trace the curve of her chest or across the careful intent of a bite mark, purpled and hidden in a bruise on the curve of her thigh. Jay rolls her ankles and bends the curve of his back, eyes still glued on Adam. They’re meant to be wrestling in less than an hour, a stupid mixed tag match that’s meant to boost their connection. Jay finds that somewhat stupid; She’s taken Cole into her mouth and held him closely as he shook, pleasure blowing his stupidly beautiful blue eyes so wide that Jay feels like they could consume them. A mixed tag match is nothing, he doesn’t even know why the two of them have to tag together, they’ve done it before. It didn't work.

Gold stole Cole away, onto new horizons and Jay stayed left in the dust. Until, because fate is a bitch who has no self control, the two of them were dragged back together. And they’re friends now. The same familiar pattern between two people whose bodies still know the others. Jay lays her back against the couch, tilts her neck backwards against the leather cushions. “Are you gonna get dressed any time today?”

There’s a devious little smile that spreads across Cole’s face, he rolls his chewing gum against the back of his teeth until it's in a small ball, rolling against his tongue. “Nope.” He grins, blowing a bubble. It bursts when Jay drags a ring-worn nail across the sticky circumference and Cole licks at his bottom lip, collecting the tasteless gum back into his mouth. “I think I’m gonna stay right here.” Cole replies after staring down at Jay with a small, twisted frown. One that carries no real emotions other than half-playful stubbornness.

“You’re being such a brat.” Jay grumbles, rolling his eyes. Cole raises an innocently confused eyebrow and shrugs his leather jacket. Jay cocks an eyebrow and gasps when Cole tosses it at her feet. “You wanna play this game?” Cole nods once, turning his eyes back to the TV, the PPV rolls slowly forward and Jay balls his leather jacket between his hands and chucks it back at him, chuckling when Cole squarks out in surprise. “Cmon get dressed!”

Jay flails her hand and Cole shrugs his jacket back on, pouting when Jay pinches at the bridge of her nose. “Do I have to get you dressed? Are you that much of a pillow princess?” The look on Cole’s face makes Jay pause, head tilted and eyes widening in confusion. “You’d like that?” His voice is softer now, reaching up to stroke at Cole’s leg. His hands clasp and unclasp around one another, nails itching against the spaces between his knuckles and Jay presses a kiss to the side of his temple. “I'm sorry for making you uncomfy princess.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t.” Is Cole’s soft reply, leaning his temple against the pleasant chill of his…Jays lip rings. “I’d like not to have to think about that kinda stuff y'know..” His voice is tight and shrill, like someone twirling a guitar string too tight. “Its st-”

Jay silences her with a soft kiss to the bridge of her nose. “It’s not stupid, nothing’s stupid. How about we try it later, yeah?” Cole keeps grabbing at the space between his knuckles, pressing the pads of his fingertips against his knuckles until they shift and pop. Jay knows it’s hurting, at least distantly because Cole’s eyebrows press together every time the small sound echoes around the little locker room. “Hey Cole, look at my baby.” Jay whispers, shifting to sit beside him. “Shh baby, it's just a panic attack. You know how to beat these.” There's promise on her words and once he worms his fingers under Cole’s, she squeezes.

Panic attacks are yet another lasting side effect of Cole’s concussion and one that Jay’s gotten better at dealing with. He muscles Cole onto her lap and lets him curl as small as possible into his little frame. Let’s his body tremble against hers as Jay runs a soothing hand across his spine, promising that it's only temporary. “Just breathe, nice and slow. In and out. There we go, good girl” She whispers, watching how Cole’s teary eyes glance up at her, thanks in his eyes.

The time for their match comes and goes, Jay gets snapped out by the heads who sit at the top of the table and the crowd boo’s and chants for Cole but he stays tangled around Jay, panic- worn body, loose and limber. His eyes are red-rimmed when he glances up at him, an apology dancing on his tongue. Cole opens his mouth and pauses, closing it again.

“What is it baby?” Jay whispers, brushing tears off the apples of his cheeks. He looks down at him, waiting patiently. He’d wait forever for him. He’d walk to the bottom of the underworld and back, like Eurydice and Orpheas, two former lovers bathed in death.

“It’s always been you.” Cole starts in the same small voice he always uses; tired and weak and guilty. “It was you the whole time.” When Jay’s fingers pause against the bottom of his spine, Cole releases a last shuddering breath. “Since NXT. it’s always been you. The one I’ve been thinking of. When I got hurt, it was you. I wanted more than pain meds and a good night's rest and anti sickness. You.” Cole knows he’s rambling but panic has made his tongue uselessly limber in his mouth. “It’s been you the whole time, the one I’ve missed the most.”

Jay's arms wrap around him tighter, pressing the zipper of his jacket into his exposed skin, Cole feels her breathing even out, feels the chill of Jay’s lip rings drag against the crown of his head. “You don't have to miss me now Princess. I’m here.”

“Please don’t leave me alone.”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Jay leans down and presses a soft kiss to his trembling lips. “I’m not leaving.”

Cole raises a clammy hand, sticks out his pinkie and the smile that spreads across Jay’s face seals the promise like wax sealing a love letter. “Pinkie promise?”

Their fingers interlock together and Jay presses a kiss to the side of his palm. “Pinkie promise.” Cole nods, squirms until his face is tucked securely between her collar and jaw and yawns. Jay feels the stubble of his cheek itching her freckled skin pink and relaxes against the leather couch cushions as Cole’s body finally falls limp with sleep, pinkie finger still tangled around theirs.

In the end, The two of them get a fine for skipping out on a PPV. But, back at the hotel, sharing burgers and Cole laying out outfits eagerly for Jay to choose, eyes sparkling with a joy that he hasn’t seen in what feels like forever. Jay knows he’d lose everything for her little princess.

[made-in-haven]

Nico had made good on his promises, kissing Isobel’s neck, trailing his full lips down her heaving chest and grazing his warm tongue over her sensitive peaks while his thick fingers worked her open. The barely-there bikini had been pushed aside, and Nico had coaxed one juicy orgasm out of Izzy already, murmuring to her in whispered Italian, showering her with praise and filthy encouragement as she rocked her shaking hips into his skilled hands, desperate to ease the aching of her throbbing clit against the warm, solid heel of his hand.

Nico cursed but never stopped when Isobel clenched, sobbed, and gushed around him, gasping for breath. “I need you now,” she could only plead, taking advantage of the small distance between them as Nico had withdrawn to inspect the mess she’d made of his tailored cuffs, even rolled up as they were. Isobel felt dizzy headed, ecstatic at the way her glisten on his skin seemed to stir a familiar heat in him. Izzy was in his lap a heartbeat later, using one hand to pull the offending bikini bottoms to the side and the other to free Nico’s cock from his pressed trousers.

He adjusted them both, but made no move to protest or slow her down, only sighing into her hair, palming the soft swell of both of her breasts, and watching her stunning green eyes as her slim hand finally wrapped around him. Ever since day one it had been like their bodies were carrying secrets they couldn’t yet understand. The way they fit together.

The only reason she didn’t lean to kiss his perfect mouth, open with wonder and waiting as she reached beneath her to stroke her lover’s rock hard cock. She could feel the bead of slick already pooling at his massive tip and instead of wasting any more of it on her fingers, gripped the base of his impossibly thick cock and swirled the tip through her shockingly slick folds, spreading his precum and mixing it with her own lubricants.

“Mia starlina,” Nico crooned between nuzzling, sucking, and nipping at her sensitive flesh. God she needed to cradle his head to her chest while he throbbed inside of her but even with his earlier preparation, the massive size of his solid mushroom head notched and already stretching at her opening, stole every bit of her focus. Nico kissed the gasp from her lips, exercising saintly patience with her slow movements.

“Fuck, Nicky-“ A small grunt left her. She adjusted herself in his lap, attempting to adjust. “God its so fucking big.”

“Mmmm,” came Nico’s response. He leaned back slightly, enjoying what he could of the holy view. It had been too long since they’d been this way, alone and without any social or political barriers between them. He had every intent to right that wrong. “You can take it, Kitten.”

“Sir,” Isobel gasped a non-thinking reply. Nico shut her brain off in the most divine ways. Nothing but the feel of his solid warmth under and all around her and the glorious way his cock worked her open and held him snug and hot and slick inside her body. She closed the final few inches between them, letting her soft mouth fall into a perfect O as she slammed her shaking hips down, forcing the length of him into her. “Fuck- God- Nico,” Izzy sobbed, shaking more as her body stung and ached in all the right ways, adjusting to the intrusion that she never wanted to end.

“That’s my girl.”

He eyes crossed. She could feel him throbbing inside of her. The whole world ceased to exist except for in all of the places where their skin touched. “I am your girl, Mr. Morrisini.” She breathed her oath against his lips, green eyes smiling. “All fucking yours.”

I fantasize about you pulling this little yellow bikini to the side and slipping your thick fingers inside me

It doesn't have to be a fantasy. How many can you take, kitten, before you juice all over them? Let's find out.

[ddejavvu]

Mei, if you're still taking dealer!remus requests for mvm could we maybe get reader who goes to him asking for whatever he's willing to give because she's never smoked before but she wants to feel something other than the pain and it ends with them smoking and her laying in his lap getting head scratches or back tickles? (they're friends)

today is multiverse monday! send me an au you can think of :)

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"Please," You feel pathetic, standing in Remus's doorway with a jacket spilling off of your shoulders and a $20 in your hand, "I just- I need something. Anything!"

Remus frowns. The same expression has been on his face since you said the word weed, something sour in the way his lips had turned down.

He shakes his head, disjointed, "No- no! No, I'm not gonna load you with pot and send you home. No."

"But- Remus," You beg, tears brimming in your eyes, "I really need something to distract me. I know it won't fix things, I know it'll all still be there when I wake up, but I can't keep doing this. I just want a little peace."

There's something shining in his eyes besides concern. You think it's curiosity, he's never heard you mention any setbacks in your life before, but you know he's too polite to ask. Instead his jaw clenches, shifting the shape of his face to a sharper one.

"You have to stay here." He decides, arms crossed, "'M not letting you go home with it. You do it here where I can watch you and make sure you're okay."

You glare at him. It's got frustration and annoyance in it, but no real malice. It does nothing to sway him, and he stands firm across from you.

"Fine." You grit out, and his shoulders relax. His face does too, molding into a tentative smile.

"'Ever smoked before?" Remus asks. You're good friends, but it's not something he knows about you. You've seen him do it before, obviously enough to know he'll have some on hand, but he's never seen you do it.

"Only a couple'a times." You shrug, hovering in the doorway, "Jesus, Rem, you gotta clean this shit up."

His room is messy. Maybe not messy, but sloppy. There's clothes thrown over his desk drawer and a can of spray deodorant on the carpet. Paper plates litter the area around his garbage can, but very few are actually within its confines, and his curtains are drawn, giving the room a dim atmosphere.

"If you spend the night tonight you can help me do it tomorrow," He grins to himself, digging in his closet for his stash, "It can be how you pay me for the weed."

You stuff the cash back into your pocket, "Done."

"A little, for now." Remus comes out of the closet with a single joint in his hands, already digging into his pocket for a zippo, "If you need more, we can talk about it."

"I'll need more." You dismiss his arrangement, but he merely narrows his eyes. He's not going back for more.

"Well get comfortable," He gives you a light, teasing shove towards the bed, and you let yourself flop down onto it, the bedsprings creaking below you. You move further up the mattress, carefully avoiding a snoozing kitten in the bottom right corner.

"'Didn't know you had a cat,' You muse, fingers itching to stroke through the soft ginger fur.

"Jus' found her outside the other day," He shrugs, plopping down onto his bed with the same ferocity you had, nearly catapulting the poor kitten across the room, "She was nosin' around the flowers and my mum said to take care of it."

You snort, "She probably meant 'shoo it away'."

"She should've been more specific," Remus bears a shit-eating grin, leaning forwards to rub between the cat's ears gently, "I am taking care of her."

The kitten yawns, stirring at Remus's touch. She instantly curls into his hand, and you feel some of the terrible, horrible dread in your chest loosen as he scoops her up and cradles her.

"She's so little," You marvel at how she snuggles into his palm, eyes already closed again.

He hums in agreement, but now that one hand is occupied he can't light the joint he's still holding. You pluck it out of his hands and he kicks his lighter over to you, watching as you thumb the trigger a few times to get it to finally ignite.

"'Need a new one," He grumbles, scooping the cat into the pocket of his hoodie so that she won't be disturbed when he starts smoking, "Haven't nicked one from the corner store in a while."

You want to scoff, tell him to pay because they're only seventy cents, but you'd probably pocket one too if you were good enough at stealing. Instead of speaking you take the first drag, craving the uncomfortable burning at your lungs.

"She's lucky," You tip your chin towards the cat in Remus's hoodie pocket, "She doesn't have to pay rent. Or get a job. Or deal with mean people. She just naps and gets pet all day."

"Well settle in, then," Remus grins, arms open after he takes the joint from you, bearing his lap. You take the offer without much thought, settling into the space where his crossed legs dip the furthest towards the mattress. It lands your face directly beside the cat's, and you can't help but to pucker your lips and smooch the kitten on the nose.

She doesn't wake, but she does stir. In her sleepiness she snuggles further into Remus's pocket, but her head nuzzles into your own.

"'Think we'll have to share her," Remus decides, his hand smoothing tentatively over your head. It's reminiscent of the way he'd pet his cat, and you decide to pick up the slack for the poor creature. Your hand comes up to run through the kitty's fur as Remus strokes the smooth skin of your forehead down your scalp, and you notice yourself sitting up less and less for another drag.

It's Remus that finishes the joint off, tossing the roach out of his open window. You barely notice the way his legs shift when he does it, brain too blissed out from the feeling of his nails gently scratching at your scalp. You're fairly certain you're drooling on his thigh, but Remus doesn't care, leaning forwards to take hold of a blanket on the end of his bed. He stretches it to drape over you, from the tips of your toes to the angles of your shoulders that he hooks it over.

"Get some rest," He murmurs to you, though you're already doing it. He swipes his hand down from your hair to cup your cheek, the skin heated under his palm. He lets out a low chuckle into the silence of his room, glancing around at its filth, "We've got a long day tomorrow."

[sunatooru]

Head full, only Sugawara, Kuroo, Osamu, and Akaashi breeding their gf senseless after seeing how domestic and sweet she is to them. Ranging from making meals, helping around the house, and seeing how good she is with kids.

Thank you for requesting xx

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warnings: minors dni, 18+ content, time-skip spoilers, time-skip!characters  x female!reader, raw sex, breeding kink, creampie, mentions ‘kitten’, mentions ‘daddy’, mentions ‘bunny’- that’s it I think

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Sugawara

* He needed an extra hand at a school event and was so glad when you offered to help

* It was a get to know the community thing, where the school he worked at were hoping to connect with the community more

* And with that came an influx of families and many, many young children

* He was used to dealing with kids, greeting parents politely and making sure that the kids were well behaved

* But what he wasn’t expecting was the way his heart clenched at the scene of you playing with some 5 year olds

* You looked so cheerful and fun and the kids seemed to love you

* He couldn’t help but think about you having his kids and that’s why he has you pinned against the bed as he slips himself into your cunt

* “You did so well today..” he kisses down your neck, his tongue running over your vein as he thrust forward

* He groans at the way your walls clamp around him, your lips parted when his mouth finds your bare tits

* “So good with kids....looked so motherly...” he hums, bending one of your knees higher

* “Will be so good with our kids...” he feels your pussy flutter at his words, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks up and raises an eyebrow

* “Oh yeah? You want that? Want me to fill your sweet pussy up and get you pregnant?” The way you shakily say yes has him picking up his speed

* He groans when you pull him into a hard kiss, hips connecting with yours before he shivers

* “Fuck..” he moans before pulling out after a few seconds, using his tip to catch any falling drop of his load

* He smirks seeing his thick cum filling your hole, pushing his cock back inside softly

* “Need to make sure it stays there.”

Kuroo

* He’s such a busy man

* His life consists of business meetings, business calls, business papers and non-business you

* He knew he would neglect you sometimes, his work load was huge and even though you told him it was okay and that you understood, he still felt guilty

* Today was another late night at the office

* He was so tired and just ready to have you cuddle him to sleep

* When he finally makes it home, he’s ready to be smothered by you but instead he’s met with silence

* It’s only when he reaches his office that he sees you carefully tidying his mess

* He watches you hum to yourself as you straighten out his paper pile and for some reason his cock twitches at your domestic side

* He strides towards you, dropping his bag on the floor startling you

* “Ah! You scared me. Welcome ho-“ cups your jaw and silences you with his lips

* He picks you up and presses your hips against his, walking towards his desk and making a clean spot for you to sit

* He grinds against you, his cock straining as he fiddles with your clothes

* He looks down at your half naked body, biting your lip as he teases your hole

* He pushes through your folds, hissing when you clench around him

* He moves his hips, mouth on your neck as he speeds up

* “Gonna fill you up with my cum, you want that, kitten? Fill you up and give you a baby? Fuck..so tight...mmm okay kitten, let daddy give you that.”

* Smirks at your open mouth, sticking his tongue in and chuckling when you whine

* Pins your wrists against the desk and snaps his hip hard, groaning as his hot load shoots into you

Osamu

* He practically lives in the kitchen

* Always trying new recipes, cooking for the two of you and just finding so much comfort there

* He doesn’t think he can love it anymore until one day he comes back from grocery shopping to see you, in his shirt, cooking something on the stove

* The way you look, so calm and natural, has his balls twitch

* He quickly puts the bags on the table and wraps his arms around you from behind

* “What ya making, sugar?” His voice is husky, nose rubbing against your neck as he draws your ass to press against him

* He takes in your scent and growls, pulling you away from the stove, turning it off and bending you over the counter

* “Fuck, cookie, do you know how sexy you look right now?”

* Lifts the shirt up and grabs your ass, spreading it and dragging a finger over your underwear

* Strokes himself and grunts when he pushes into you

* Slaps your ass, smirking at your whines and kisses your nape

* He watches the way your wetness coats his cock, glistening as he stretches that little hole

* “Mmh bunny... sucking me in so tight...”

* gives you hard deep strokes, both hands on your hips as he snaps against you, rolling his eyes back when you clamp around him, the throbbing of your walls has him filling you up with his cum

* “Gonna fuck you after we eat...wanna see the stomach swollen soon, pretty.”

Akaashi

* It was such a small and simple thing that you did

* You were up in his study and decided to do a little tidying as he grabs his second coffee

* So focused on cleaning, you didn’t realise him standing there with his heart beating erratically

* He watches you carefully clean the lens of his glasses, wiping them down gently and then placing them carefully

* Such a small thing, but his cock found it most arousing

* You smile at him and suddenly he places his coffee down and drags you to the bedroom

* Stripes you naked and sucks on your nipples, tugging and circling his tongue around it before letting go with a pop

* Runs a hand through his hair when he spreads you legs open and sees how aroused you are, dragging a finger over your slit and taking a quick taste shyly

* Slides his cock in slowly, closing his eyes when he finally bottoms out, kissing your lips hard, slowly thrusting until you beg for more

* “Princess, you feel so good. Such a good girl. You feel good?” He whispers in your ear, your knees bent as he stuffs his cock into your cunt

* “That’s it baby, you’re doing so well. Hmph...can’t wait for a mini you- fuck- yeah?” He kisses your jaw when he feels you tightening around him

* “Want me to fill you with my cum? We could start a family...and fuck, mini you and I running around.” He moans loudly when your tug at his hair

* He caresses your cheek as he shoots his warm sticky cum into you, slowly riding out his wave and grinning at you

* “You’re so pretty, princess, our babies will be so beautiful.”

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Our Favorite Girl (Slight gore warning)

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Leggo!

...(Trigger warning, stabby stab)

“Hey newbie!” 

You looked up from your textbook to find Stu Macher prancing up to you. With a polite smile, you greeted him.

“Hi Stuart.” you said. “How are you?”

“Hey! I said you didn’t have to be so ‘oooh hi Stuart I’m so prim and proper.’ “ he laughed out loud. “We’re friends aren’t we?” 

“I guess so.” you laughed nervously. “ Um...what’s up?”

“I’m havin’ a party and you’re coming!”

“Parties?” You frowned. “I-uh...” you wanted to reject the idea. You hated parties and your parents would probably blow a fuse if they knew what was going on around town. ‘Stuart, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why not, kitten?” he winked. “Afraid to be seen with little ol’ me?” there was a darkness behind his words that you couldn’t ignore. “Don’t like being out after dark?”

“I’m not the partying type is all.” you shrugged. “If you hadn’t noticed, I’m not the most popular person around here.” you stared down at your shoes. “I just don’t wanna ruin your party. I’m the last person you wanna be seen with.”

“It’d make me real happy, kitten.” he stepped forward and slipped his fingertips under your chin and made you look up. “Please? Just for a few minutes.”

Call it weakness, but you couldn’t say no to him.

“Okay.” you smiled lightly. “I’ll go”

“Great! Don’t worry, it’ll be super memorable.” he winked as he skipped off. 

Later on, you were walking to your locker only to bump into Adam. Typical bully. “Hey Y/N. Heard you were going to Macher’s party tonight...you gonna wear a dress for me?”

“No.” you answered curtly. “It’s amazing how you don’t seem to have anything better to do other than shove your nose into my business.” you hugged your books to your chest. “Can I go now?.”

“Hey...is there a problem?” you turned around to find Billy Loomis stalking up to you. You had seem him a handful of times but never actually talked to him before. “You...where do I know you from?”

“I sit behind you in English. We had a project together once.” you replied sheepishly. “Stuart forces me to sit between him and his girlfriend at lunch when they’re fighting. You talk to me from time to time...”

“Stuart...” he raised an eyebrow. “You mean Stu?”

“mhm! You probably don’t remember me because I never reply...” you nodded. 

“You goin’ to his party or somethin’?”

“He asked me to go.” you trailed off. “You’re going too, right?”

“ Why? Excited to meet me there?”“ he smirked, totally ignoring Adam at this point. 

“I mean...” you stared down at your books. “I was hoping someone I’d know would be there.”

Billy raised an eyebrow at you. You gave off a shy aura and for some reason he was into that. He and Stu had been planning a massacre, and they were gonna blame that damned Sydney Prescott. It was the perfect crime. 

“Hm...I’ll see you there.” he winked at you, then sent a death-bringing glare at Adam. “Problem, handsome?” he sneered as he passed the athlete.

... at the party

“Not even three hours in and I have to hide...” you cursed yourself out. “Damn asshole...!” 

Adam was informed that you had arrived and was looking for you, shit!

You ran into the kitchen, losing your breath. “Billy?” 

The suspect in question whipped around. Billy was holding what you assumed was the house phone and instantly hung it up. “Hey...”

“Am I glad to see you.” you sighed.

“Somethin wrong?” 

Billy was in the middle of executing his plan, but for some reason he couldn’t help but want to talk to you. 

“Adam is looking for me.” you sighed. “Could I...stay here with you? Please?”

Billy smiled, darting out his tongue to run across his bottom lip. You were absolutely adorable. “I have a better idea.” he smirked, walking up to you. “Why don’t we send him a little message?”

“You have a girlfriend.” you put a hand on Billy’s chest. “I c-can’t.”

“Not anymore...she dumped me for Randy.” he tusked. ”Figures right?”

“Well...that’s her fault...you’re pretty cool.” you bit your lip.

“So...” Billy tilted your head up towards you. “Let me-”...he gently kissed your lips. While it felt wrong, you melted into him. He held the side of your face in his hand. Sidney wasn’t your friend, not by a longshot, but you still respected her. The fact that Billy was so willing to kiss you, like this.

“For once...stop worrying about other people.” he mumbled against your lips. “Just live in the moment...shit I know what I want...you know what you want...so act on it damnit.”

“Are we still talking about getting Adam off me back or-”

“Shush...don’t think.”

“Kinda hard to when your girlfriend is in the other room”

“Shut up.” he shushed you, tightening his arms around you. You kissed him back with just as much urgency. How would the others react, seeing this...seeing you. Billy backed you up against the counter. Before it could get any farther, you both heard screaming, girlish screaming. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked, feeling your heart race.

“Stay here.” Billy ran in the direction of the noise, leaving you to stand there in terror.

You could hear screams and cries for help, followed by what sounded like gleeful laughter. You were left frozen in place as a man with a mask on his face kicked open the kitchen door. 

You immediately braced yourself with a kitchen knife.

“Stay back!” you warned. “I will cut you!”

“Easy kitten, I’m not gonna kill ya.”

Call it ignorance. Call it instinct, but there was something familiar about the way this stranger spoke to you.

“What did you just say?” you dared ask this man. “Did you just call me kitten?”

“You’re naive, childish...and adorable...like a little kitty cat.” the way he laughed under the mask led you to believe he was laughing with his tongue stuck out.

There was only one person that you knew who spoke like that. You slowly lowered the knife and walked up to him cautiously. The figure didn’t move in the slightest. You were standing toe to toe with him. 

You cautiously raised the mask only revealing the bottom half of the strangers face...only they weren’t a stranger.

“Stu.” you concluded.

“....You said my name.” he flirted.

“Care to explain?”

“In a bit...got something to take care of.” he straightened his mask again before disappearing again.

It was only less than a minute before Stu came quite literally crawling back into the kitchen.

Stu doubled over, holding his stomach as you rushed over to his side. “Stu?” you put a hand on his forehead. “Stu, please don’t be dead!” you winced. “It’s okay, you’re okay.” That damn Sidney...she must have had something to do with this.

“Y/N...it hurts.” Stu moaned in pain. “Hold me?” 

You wasted no time in gathering him to the best of your abilities. He rested his head in your knee. You hummed thoughtfully, shushing him while you used his sweater to apply pressure to his stab wound.

“Y/N, are you sure you aren’t an angel?” He shamelessly flirted, smiling through his pain.

“No, I’m not.” you giggled. ”Save your energy.”

“I’d have more if you just gave me those lips of yours...” he winked. Just to shut him up, you kissed his forehead. 

“Not what I meant, but works for me.”

 As you chided the poor boy, Sydney ran into the kitchen, screaming at the top of her lungs while Billy also wounded stumbled behind. 

“Billy??” you gasped in horror. Seeing you must have caused him to loose his footing, because he slowed his movements. You laid Stu on his back and urged him keep his sweater over his wound. 

You scrambled to your feet, eyeing Sidney with a glare no one had ever seen you wear.

“Y/N! You’ve got to believe me! They’ve been the ones doing this.”

“I find that really hard to believe that when you were just standing over Stu with a bloody knife.” you seethed. “Your own boyfriend? Really?” you dared step closer.

“Y/N! They’re manipulating you!” she began crying. “You have to see it!” She was obviously hysterical.

“Then give me the knife.” you faked calm, cautiously stepping towards her. “Give me the knife...and we can-” you stopped yourself. You looked over at Billy, praying he wouldn’t be mad. “We’ll call the cops.” you you held your hand out.

“WHAT?” Billy seethed. You avoided his gaze. Hopefully he wouldn’t sense your fear. 

“Trust me...” you said, just barely above a whisper. You were mostly talking to Billy, but had to make it look like it was directed at her. “We can get out of this...”

Sidney (very stupidly) outstretched her hand, the one that was holding the knife. Once it was within your reach, you grabbed her wrist, and grabbed the blade with your free hand, throwing it to the side. You tackled to to the floor and held her down.

“Crazy bitch.” you mumbled. She began thrashing, and screaming bloody murder. You were eventually able to get the best of her. “Whoever is the least dead...COPS...NOW!” You struggled as Sidney screamed. “This bitch is out of her mind!.”

“I have a better idea.” A seemingly fine, and now very much not dead Stu rose to his feet, a sick smile plastered on his face. The knife had slid over to him and you hadn’t even realized. You were too focused on keeping Sidney on the floor.

Suddenly you were yanked back into Billy’s arms as a sharp object came down from above, plunging through Sidney’s chest. 

“Oh my god!” you buried your head into Billy’s shirt, trying to block out the terrible sounds you heard the terrible sounds of skin ripping. 

“Shhh it’s over babe.” He shushed you. “It’s okay.” he stroked your hair with his bloody hand. Stu laughed manically as he wiped the sweat off his face. 

“Some party huh.” Stu cackled. He wasted no time in sandwiching you between himself and Billy.

“You had us thinking you’d betray us, Kitten.” Stu dug his head into your shoulder.

“Y/N would never do that to us...she’s our good girl.”

“You guys are-”

“Absolutely.”

“And this party was-”

“Smart girl.”

“And now that you know our little secret, we’re never letting you go, kitten!” Stu laughed. 

“And if you tell anyone, we’ll have no choice but to take you down with us...but you won’t do that to us, will you?” Billy asked, nuzzling his head into your neck.

[sinfulcries]

reader filming him and kenma fucking without his consent and black mailing him the next day, telling kenma that he won't leak the video if kenma becomes his slave. despite reader being toxic, kenma catches feelings for him and when he confesses, reader says he feels the same way and fucks kenma only to crush kenma's hopes by saying he was just joking & that he would never like him hehe.

tokyo afternoons . kenma x male reader

authors notes. holy shit this was really long and it took me a few weeks to write. i was planning on writing 2 smuts for this but i lost inspiration at the end </3 anyways, virgin kenma hits differently

word count. 3.1k

tw. blackmail, non consensual filming, manipulation, toxic && douche-y reader, sadistic reader, virginity loss, corruption, size difference, unprotected sex, ignorant kuroo, obsession, spitting, noncon at the end.

The air was hot. Tokyo has always been so warm but it was never this hot. Kenma’s pale skin started to sweat, cheeks flushed as golden eyes peered at the man who was sitting beside him. You always left a warm feeling in his chest-- always left his heart drumming loudly whilst his cheeks were flushed a bright red. You were addictive, one of the people who managed to effortlessly bring a smile on to Kenma’s face.

“You’re staring at me.” You broke the comfortable silence with a chuckle, Kenma snapping out of his trance as he turned away to avoid your hot gaze. “Sorry,” Muttering a half hearted response in reply, the blonde averted his gaze to the sky-- watching the harsh sunlight spread over tokyo’s vast horizon. “You know, You look really pretty when you were staring at me earlier.” Another sentence that came out of your mouth broke the comfortable silence once again, and Kenma eyed you cautiously, not wanting to believe the compliment. 

“Do you say that to every person you hook up with?” Furrowing your eyebrows at his response, you planted your arms on top of your thighs, resting your head in the comfort of your palms as you looked at the shorter blonde seated beside you. “Believe it or not, I’ve only said that to you.” 

A sweet-talker. That’s what you were. Trying to lure Kenma in with your velvety voice and your captivating stare. Again, you were addicting. And Kenma was bewildered that he managed to hook up with you, the most popular and well loved guy in his university. “You seem like the type of person to call your partner a slut in public.” 

“I do call my partner’s ‘slut’ in public. Not with you though.” You snorted, grinning as you faced the sky, taking occasional glances at the male. “And why is that?” Confusion laced in his voice, and eyes narrowed at your taller figure, you only smiled softly in response, lashes fluttering against soft skin as you whispered faintly, “You’re just different.” 

Kenma could barely form a response with how his skin turned hot quickly-- The heat of the sun accompanied by your words only making him more of a mess than he already was. Hearing the speakerphone play the familiar tone signalling that their break was over, you grabbed the back of the smaller boy’s neck before pulling his head in to connect your lips with his. You took the opportunity to tug on his bottom lip between your teeth before pulling away. 

“I’ll see you at my place, Kozume.”  You sing-songed whilst simultaneously standing up to catch your next class. Kenma was left to stare at your retreating form, cheeks dusted with red as he felt the warmth in his chest spread every time he thought of your lips on his own once more.

Time seemed to tick slowly-- and Kenma had to begrudgingly go through the whole day without thinking of you or the intimate little moment that you had with him a few hours ago. It was pure torture-- not having you by his side or seeing your smile or hearing your shameless attempts at flirting. It was embarrassing, but he knew that he was getting used to you and your presence. Running a hand through his coarse hair, he spotted you leaning against the wall outside of his classroom, a greasy smile plastered on your face as you diverted your attention from the ladies beside you to the small blonde. 

Kenma’s heart dropped. He knew you were popular and that he didn’t have the right to get jealous because you were never his to begin with, but did that intimate moment mean nothing to you? Did that kiss mean nothing to you? He was snapped out of his thoughts when you tapped his shoulder once again-- your deep voice ringing in his ears as you cupped his cheek tenderly. “-ma, Kenma hey?” 

“Sorry I zoned out again.” He apologised, forgetting about what upset him for a moment before removing your calloused hand that rested on his cheek. You frowned at the action but soon relaxed, taking his small hand in your own. “Don’t worry about it. Should we get going?” You asked, and Kenma tensed, heaving a sigh as he mustered the courage to remove his hand from your hold.

“I don’t think i can go to your place today. Just choose one of those girls to go instead.” he murmured, bowing dejectedly. Tilting your head in confusion, you slowly grabbed his chin, tilting his head softly so that his golden orbs could meet yours. “Are you jealous, Ken?” you cooed, pressing another kiss onto his lips as he could only hear the whispers of his classmates in the background.

Kenma started shaking, instinctively moving closer towards you, turning his head so that he could bury his face into your chest. Noticing Kenma’s change of behaviour, you glared at the group of girls gossiping, instantly shutting them up. “Mind your own business.” Your loud voice was heard throughout the semi-crowded hallway and the people who had witnessed the sight of you kissing kenma nodded frantically, scrambling away to leave you and kenma to your own devices.

“They’re gone now baby. You can stop hiding.” Grabbing his hips gently, the blonde slowly scanned his surroundings before hugging you again, a soft whimper leaving his lips as you stroked his hair soothingly, “T-Thank you.”

Smiling fondly you replied, “No problem. Let’s go, baby.” 

As the two of you made your way towards your apartment, Kenma couldn’t help but stare at your taller figure, huddling closer to your side once he felt the chilly afternoon air hitting his skin. “We’re almost there, kitten. Sorry I didn’t bring my jacket.” You apologised, instead removing your blazer and placing it on top of his shoulders. “You’ll get cold, y/n.” Kenma murmured worriedly, “I’ll be fine baby, don’t worry.”

His chest rose and fell quietly. The faint sounds of footsteps and your occasional humming were the only sounds that he could hear in the empty street. You both arrived at your place quite quickly. You politely opened the door for the setter, leaving your backpacks at the doorstep and discarding your shoes before making your way towards the kitchen. “Do you want something to eat, Ken?” You called out, opening your fridge to scan over the snacks you had. 

“No thank you.” Kenma declined from the couch, unbuttoning the first top buttons of his dress shirt and tossing his tie to the side. “Suit yourself.”

Making your way towards Kenma’s hunched form-- a grin wormed its way onto your lips, ruffling his hair once you crept up behind him. “Wanna go to my room instead? You can lay down more comfortably over there.” 

Kenma gratefully accepted your offer, taking small and reluctant steps towards the mattress. “A-Are you sure I can lay down here?” The blonde shyly inquired, unable to focus once your scent hit his nose. You smelt so good-- fresh and clean, just the way Kenma liked it. You laughed at his flustered expression once more, jumping onto your mattress before pulling him in so that he was on top of you. “You’re light.”

“A-And you’re really warm....” His voice was so faint that you could barely hear it. Kenma looked to face you, cheeks dusted with red as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip thoughtfully. “What’s on your mind?” 

“I was wondering i-if you c-could…” Kenma tried his best not to stutter.

“If I could, what, kitten?”

Closing his eyes, Kenma took a deep breath before murmuring, “If you could kiss me again....”

Not giving the setter a chance to repeat himself, you leaned in to kiss him-- snaking an arm around his slim waist possessively as you started to jerk your hips against his clothed cock. Kenma whimpered into the kiss, eyes shut tightly as he failed to notice your free hand propping your phone on the nightstand-- giving the camera a perfect view of what you were doing to the poor boy. 

“Ruin me, y/n-kun~” Kenma didn't have to tell you twice before a dark smirk made its way onto your lips-- hitting the ‘record’ button before trailing your kisses downwards, kissing and sucking on the skin of his jawline and neck. 

“Mm,” Kenma whimpered, grounding his ass against your growing erection, earning him a deep growl of his name. “Yeah baby keep grinding against my cock like that,” you praised, only making the smaller male comply. 

A whine left the blonde’s lips as he started humping his ass against your thick cock-- his head fuzzy and vision clouded with lust. He loved this so much-- feeling your bulge against his ass. If the tent in your slacks was already big enough to prod at his clothed entrance, he couldn’t imagine how big you would feel deep inside of him, rearranging his guts and fucking him like the useless cock sleeve he was.

Feeling your big hands caressing the soft skin that hid beneath his dress shirt, he yelped as your thumbs pressed against the flesh of his hip before moving upwards to roll his nipples between your thumb and index finger. “You’re so sensitive, kitty. Such a cute little boy…” you cooed, tugging on the hardened bud.

Kenma keened at your touch, leaning against your chest as you moved to unzip both his and your trousers, making both of your hard cocks spring free from its confinements. Kenma’s intense and love-struck gaze was trained on your hard cock, the sight making him subconsciously lick his lips. “Don’t just stare at it, Kitty. Put it in your mouth.”

He gulped. His pupils shaking and his hands sweating as he struggled to even touch your length. “I-I don’t think i-it would fi--!” You were getting impatient and soon you grabbed him by his hair, forcing him to take your fat cock in all at once. “Stop making excuses and take it like a good boy.”

You started fucking his warm throat-- a low groan leaving your lips once you felt the tip hitting the back of his throat. Kenma was inexperienced and you could tell by the way he was sobbing, frantically tapping your thighs signalling that he couldn’t breathe. You rolled your eyes, lifting his head up so that he could gasp for air only to fuck him a second after. “Breathe through your nose baby.”

Kenma’s tear filled eyes met yours and eventually, he started getting used to the feeling of your cock wrecking his pretty little mouth. His face was ridden with drool, the sound of gurgling, your deep groans and his frantic whimpers around your cock the only noise filling the room. 

“I’m about to cum, doll--!” You rasped, thrusting into his mouth a few more times before holding his head in place, spilling your hot cum down his throat. Your free hand came to cup his cheek, spreading the cum that dripped down his chin onto his cheeks, mixing it with his drool and his tears. “So fucking pretty.” you grinned, making him smile weakly in response.

You effectively flipped Kenma so that you were on top of him, Your fingers teasing the rim of his puckered hole as he squirmed beneath your bigger figure. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?” You mused, grabbing the bottle of lube from your night stand before coating your fingers generously with the cold gel.

Kenma blushed, turning his head to avoid your gaze as he felt his heart thumping loudly in his chest. “Y-Yeah..” He murmured.

Your gaze on the blonde softened, wanting to at least prep him properly before fucking him senseless. “Okay. I’m going to stretch you out first, Is that fine with you darling?” A curt nod was Kenma’s only response and You wasted no time in stretching his hole out. You started with one finger, thrusting it in and out of him until he got used to the feeling before moving onto two fingers. You took your time with him, making sure that he felt good before he told you that he was ready to take you in.

Glancing at the camera once more you grinned darkly before snapping your hips forward, burying every inch of your cock inside of Kenma’s ass. The smaller male mewled helplessly, arching his back as he felt full from your cock. 

“Mmm, Your cunt’s so nice and tight f’me” You moaned against his taut skin, snapping your hips forward to meet Kenma’s. The smaller male jolted forward, attempting to meet up with your pace only to rake his nails helplessly against your back.

Kenma felt your lips clasping around his hardened nipple, Your warm and wet tongue swirling around the swollen bud. The blonde cried out in bliss, toes curling as he came without warning, an amused chuckle leaving your lips. “You’re so sensitive, Kenma. You came so easily.”

“S’Cause you’re too big…” Kenma laughed breathlessly, feeling the bulge in his stomach as you moved inside of him. A fond smile replaced your hot expression and soon enough, you were peppering kisses all over his sensitive body, a string of whimpers leaving Kenma’s mouth as he begged for more.

As much as Kenma enjoyed the hot afternoon in your embrace with your cock buried inside of him. He failed to notice the beeping sound of your camera once the two of you were done with your little session.

The next day seemed like a blur to the man. After you approached him, Showing the video you took with a shit-eating grin on your face, He instantly begged you not to show anyone-- Even getting on his knees to suck you off in the senior’s empty classroom. Your smile was different-- it wasn't genuine and soft just like the one you had flashed him yesterday-- your smile was wicked, condescending. And it only made his heart break much more, seeing how mean and ruthless you actually were. Your actions were undeniably fucked up however Kenma still couldn't bring himself to despise you, And he hated how much you still made his flutter even if you were hurting his feelings without a care in the world. 

“Kuroo can I tell you something?” Kenma asked timidly, asking the chemistry major, making him nod attentively. “Yeah go ahead man.” 

“You know Y/n L/n right..?” The blonde’s voice was slowly becoming softer and Kuroo only hummed, “Yeah the attractive senior what about him?” Kenma gulped before continuing, “I-I… we had sex and he b-black mailed me..” 

Kuroo scoffed, laughing loudly at the words that left Kenma’s mouth. “Y/n? Fucking someone like you? I'm sorry Ken but fantasies are waaay different than reality. Have the video games been getting to your head? He’s way too out of your league.” Kuroo shook his head, trying to stop himself from laughing more and Kenma sighed exasperatedly, trying not to cry. 

“You’re really not helping, Kuroo.” He murmured as the rooster head only raised his hands up in defense, “I'm just saying! He would more likely go for me you know,” The older male cooed teasingly, wiggling his eyebrows. “Well I have a class to catch, Ken! Let’s hang when you’re less busy and also, get lots of rest.”

Kenma sighed at the man’s words as he was left alone to ponder. If his best friend didn’t believe him then, no one would. However as much as the thought consumed him, He soon craved to have you touch him lewdly once more. He craved you, Confusing infatuation with love. Kenma wasn’t in love with you, No, He was obsessed with you. And to think that he would have such feelings for, you, out of all people, made his situation much more pitiful. 

Before the blonde could think of anything to make his situation less worse, He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket, a text message that had been sent from you illuminating brightly on the screen.

Y/n-Senpai: Come over after class.

Although the text was simple and straightforward, Kenma couldn’t help but think about it for the rest of the day. Why did you want him to come over? Were you gonna delete the video? Several thoughts spiralled in his head but none of them seemed to answer any of his questions.

“Relax, Kenma, I’m not going to do anything.” You laughed heartily, making the blonde seated in front of you shuffle nervously. Your words were not exactly the most convincing, especially paired with the mischievous glint in your eyes. But he decided to keep shut, letting you speak first.

“Do you like me?” You spoke bluntly, And Kenma tensed at the question, hanging his head down low to avoid your gaze. You soon frowned at the action, grabbing the smaller male’s chin, forcing him to look you in the eye. “C’mon, Ken. Answer me.”

It was now or never. You were giving Kenma the chance to confess! He wouldn’t just throw this opportunity away, No! He was going to tell you how he felt right here, right now. “Y-Yes.” He mumbled embarrassedly, only to blush once he saw you smiling at him softly.

He was too innocent! You almost felt bad for playing with his precious little feelings, however, as much as you loved making the naive boy smile, You would much rather see him crying and wailing for you to reciprocate his feelings.

“Are you gonna say anything else…?” Kenma piqued anxiously, and you hummed in response, inching your face closer to his, “Do you want me to say anything?”. God-- How could he form a proper reply when your lips were merely inches away? The younger only nodded before you leaned in to kiss him. 

“I wanna fuck you.” Were the words that came out of your mouth. “I- Don’t think I want to-” 

Giving him no time to protest, you pinned him onto your couch, pressing your body closely against his as he let out a silent mewl. “Don’t be such a killjoy. I thought you liked me?”

Your change of personality only caused Kenma to sniffle, tears forming in his eyes as he clutched onto the couch’s fabric tightly.-- “I do but, I don’t want to--!”

He looked so pathetic! And it almost made you cum, seeing him look so pitiful and helpless. Your touch on his skin was hot-- Blazing and painful; It almost reminded Kenma of the hot tokyo afternoon he spent with you a few days ago, except this time, you were torturing him and taking advantage of how weak he was, especially when it came to you. 

You effectively shut the male up by spitting into his mouth, forcing him to swallow your saliva as your predatory gaze landed on his shivering body. “You don’t want to? Well then you’ll leave me no other choice but to force my cock inside of you, Kenma.”

[seijohsbabe]

i need more of akaashi nii

Tw: minors dni, stepcest, names as Princess

Wordcount: 2,0k

A/n: Hello there, hope it’s Good ^^ it didn´t got a second read, so sorry for mistakes!! Oh and Im close the 300 followers :) Thank you c: Any wishes for a special?

Akaashi nii was always a observend person. He saw and heard everything. Especially with you, he was very careful and caring. Every night he brings you tea and talks with you until you fall asleep.

 So when you came up with your new boyfriend one night, he already knew, so he wasn´t that surprised, still, it nagged on his nerves when you talked about him, how lovely and caring he is. Of course, he´s happy that you're happy, but he already knows that he´s just another fucker who tries to get you n his bed. He should tell you, but you have to learn it the hard way, it´s your first boyfriend and he doesn´t want to be the bad one at the end. Akaashi knows how beautiful you are, he isn´t blind, but he is still the reasonable big brother. One or two times (or more) he couldn´t hold himself back and grabbed some underwear from you (of course only fresh ones) And not to forget the feeling of your tits firmly pressing against his chest after a long day of school. You seem not to care or not to think that much about it, oh you're just so naive. And like he predicted, on a Saturday night you came back home, face stained in tears, hair in a mess. Like an automatic reaction, he opened his arms as you stepped in. Your sobs muffled by his t-shirt because your head buried deep in his chest was too comforting to leave. So he just had one arm around your waist and the other over your head, rubbing comforting circles on it. "Akaashi-nii, he´s an asshole. I hate him, I hate him so much," you mumbled in his chest while his chin rested on your head. Slowly he led you into your bedroom to let you softly onto your bed. He wanted to get up to make you tea, but your hand clamped on his t-shirt while you looked him in the eyes with your wet ones. "Please, don´t go," you whispered so quietly, he almost didn´t understand you. But he heard you and laid beside you while he took you in his arms again, his hand on your back, rubbing it. "It´s okay Princess, I would never leave you," Akaashi said while smiling down on you. You can hear his heartbeat, and with that, you came down from your anger, and just listened to his heartbeat with a little smile plastered on your face. How could you be so lucky? You had the best stepbrother in the world. "So, do you wanna drink some tea hm?"  his hand patted on your back to let you know that he´s speaking to you. "No, just cuddle please Akaashi-nii." Your face buried in his stomach. How could he say no? And maybe just maybe...? "You know, I could make you a little bit happier, how does that sound?" he smiled while he got up a little bit, to get a better view of you. He risked something here, but now your emotional unstable it was the perfect opportunity. "But I am! Because of you Onichan." Now you got up too, to smile up to his face. Should he risk it? Should he, should he, should he? His hand came up to cup your cheek in his warm hand, you even leaned in. "Oh, but I think you will like it," he mumbled, still in his thoughts. "Hmmm, all right I trust you akaashi-nii."   But what if you will never trust him again after this? Too many thoughts and no action. Whatever, now or never. He grabbed both of your arms to pull you under him on your bed in just a second you couldn´t even realize. With doe eyes you starred at him, his arms directly beside your head, to hold himself up above you. His hand landed on your chin, to hold your head up. One thumb rolled over your plump lips. Oh, these lips. With a little hesitate e bend down to land his lips on yours. your eyes widned in shock but closed directly because it felt so...good. His lips were warm, soft, and let your hair on your neck stand up. He was careful, he doesn´t want to scare you, so after some seconds he pulled away and looked at you with concerned eyes. It wasn´t your first kiss, but your best one for sure. When neither of you said something, he slowly got a little distance to your face, but you just grabbed his neck and pulled him down again to let his lips meet yours again. And with that, Akaashi´s little voice in his head finally shut up. Now he was braver and more demanding. His tongue slipped through your mouth and took your breath away. Your eyes closed again while your hands, still behind his neck, fondled his hair. After some time he trailed with his mouth a wet trace down your throat until it met your blouse, there he stopped and looked at you again, searching for any regrets or disgust, but they only starred at him back with pure lust. He knows it is wrong, it´s so wrong, but he can´t resist. And with that, he nudged at your blouse to show you to take it off. Your hands trailed down to the hem of the blouse to tug it up to pull it over your head. You had to blush, his stare at your bare chest was so intense you got a little shy now and put your hands up to cover yourself. But Akaashi directly pulled your hands away. "Don´t be shy Princess, you're beautiful, come on," he muttered to you. His hands wandered over your stomach up to your chest to fumble with one of your nipples. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, to suppress your whimpers, Akaashi narrowed his eyes. He has to hear you, so he let his mouth glid over your sensitive nipples while his other hand slowly wandered down to your core. His hand was skillfully playing with your core through your panties under your skirt, and he had to smile. "Already so wet for me hmm?" he hummed into your ear, his hot breath fanned against your skin and let you tremble. Your hands went up to tug on his t-shirt now. Shily to looked at him up, "Please Onii-chan, take- take it off." "Anything for you, little one." He got up on his knees and kept eye contact, while he grabbed at his collar to threw the piece of clothing over his head down beside your bed. "I think this piece is not really necessary isn´t it?" He pulled your skirt down in one go. He admired you for a little while until he got over you again to kiss one of your boobs. His mouth went further down until he stopped right before your panties. "can I?" he asked politely. You just nodded and let your hands down on the bedsheets. His eyes literally glued on your glistening cunt, this is real perfection he thought. "Don´t stare," you mumbled with a little shame in your voice. This was all a little new to you, except one kiss from a boy, you never experienced something in that way. but he just chuckled and got in his stomach to be right in front of your cunt with his face. He started with a little kitten lick to look how you react. So when you let a little whine out he started with more licks. His hands were around your thighs to keep your hips in place. The pace with his tongue went faster and faster and explored every inch of your cunt. Now you couldn´t hide your whimpers and moans anymore, your hips went up every time he licked over your clit. You thought it couldn´t get any better until he inserted two of his long, trained fingers. He started right away with a fast pace. He reached so deep with his fingers, it was an amazing feeling. Your eyes almost rolled out of your head, and you couldn´t hold the knot in you anymore. Your hands clamped on his black hair. "Nii-san, It´s too much-" a long moan escaped your mouth, and with it, you came right on his face and fingers. The feeling was overwhelming, your limps kept shaking, your hands fall beside you as Akaashi let go of your thighs and got up to you, to hold your face in his hand while his thumb caressed your warm cheek. Slowly you recovered from the high, your hand went up to his hand on your cheek, to smile at him. "Thank you Akashi-Nii, this was beautiful," you breath out exhausted. "Oh, we're not done yet, little sister." His grin widned while your eyes widned. His hand was gone in seconds as he stood up to let his joggers and boxers down in one go, to expose his hard member. It was big, well you don't have a real comparison but how should this thing fit in you? His little laugh let you come out of your thoughts. Completely naked now he came on your bed again. His hands went between your legs to pull them apart, to make himself comfortable between your legs. He stroked himself a few times until he looked at you one more time. "Now take deep breaths for me princess." His voice was calming while he leads his cock to your breath-taking cunt. His head finally went in, and the feeling was way different. When the first centimeters went in you thought he will tear you apart. "Nii-san, ´s too big," you whined, but he just shushed you, and went further in. He was slow while getting in, always waited a few seconds after a few centimeters, but now, when he's fully sheeted inside you, almost kissing your cervix he was almost losing his self-control. But he remembered that this is probably his first time and It should be nice, so he bites his lower lip while his hips went back just to go forward again. You whined, you could feel every inch of his cock, how it dragged against your gummy walls. While he started to create a pace he grabbed your hips, to gain a little more strength behind his thrusts. Surprisingly, you quickly got used to his cock, so he got a little bit bolder and snapped his hips more. The hardness of his thrusts made you scream. Luckily your parents aren´t home. "N-n-nii-chaaan" you moaned, it was embarrassing, but you couldn´t care less, he´s fucking your brain out right now. His pace went up, his arms planted right next to your face, and you could feel his chest on yours. He smiled at you, but his hips snapped so fast, with such a force that you only could roll your eyes back in your head. The second knot was forming inside you, and it went even tighter when his mouth got attached to your throat and sucked as his life depends on it. "Aka-ha-Akaashi-nii, stop, people will a-ask." Surely your throat will be full with red-blue spots. "I don´t care"  he just mumbled. You didn´t care either now, the knot in you was about to explode. Your hands searched for anything to hold on to and found his big shoulders. Your nails dug in his skin, which spurted him on even more. "Fuck-I´m cumming y/n" he went up again head in his neck, your hands fell on the bed which you grabbed on now. His thumb rubbed big circles on your little nub, his pace got sloppier. "Cum for me Princess." And so you did. You just saw stars while your eyes closed and your legs trembled. Shortly after he followed and shot his semen inside you, deep down. A loud groan echoed through the room until it went all silent. He crumbled down right beside you, only your loud breath filled the room. You could feel the white substance dripping out of you. "I love you Akaashi-nii," you mumbled only to fall into a deep slumber. But one thought swirled through your thoughts, didn´t you learn in school that sex could make women pregnant?

[the-piece-of-spadille]

Hey!!!! Can I ask ummmm nsfw scenario of Trafalgar Law x shy! fem! S/O? Okay, Law use this prompt 37, 43, 50. So, I have read that I can use 3 prompts. But I have choose one character so... I hope that's alright for you.... And that's it. Take your time.😊

Hey Anon! Thank you for requesting. Sorry this took so long to make. I’m a little rusty in the NSFW department. I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it out!

Warning: NSFW 18+  

Word Count: 1.7k

Hell must have frozen over to allow both Trafalgar D. Water Law and Eustass Kid to lay anchor at the same island and run into each other at the bar. Both crews are watching from afar on opposite sides, placing bets on what’s going to happen next.

It’s not like Law to get jealous. He’s confident in himself and in the relationship the two of you formed in stone. He knows whole heartily he’d never have to worry about cheating, but that bastard Eustass Kid just rubs him the wrong way. If it weren’t for him already having made a promise to you earlier in the week for a weekend without violence, he’d probably being fighting right about now.

You were only meant to go to the bar and get a few drinks for your table when you grabbed the attention of the scarred pirate captain. Eustass found out easily that you’re rather shy and took advantage of that. He managed to talk his way into you into taking a seat at the bar next to him while waiting for the bartender to come over.

Truth be told Eustass just wants to cause trouble per usual and see just how far he can go until he gets under the Surgeon of Death’s skin. And if he’s lucky maybe a fight would break out. He made causal bar talk and you only replied to be polite and to keep things civil. You knew of his reputation and all you wanted was a night of peace. Eustass however, decides to kick things up a notch. He throws out his charm and starts to get a little flirty to see if you’ll take the bait.

Eustass doesn’t know that you’re dating Law, in fact nobody does for your safety. He just sees a pretty girl that happens to be part of Law’s crew, but he had his suspicions. He can feel the Surgeons eyes watching him ever since you walked up to the bar. And to your luck just as the bartender walks over, he says he has to go retrieve more sake from the cellar.

You let out an audible sigh at having to wait longer while the rival captain smirks. He moves closer and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, but you quickly shrug it off. You turn and look up at him to tell him to knock it off when you noticed his attention elsewhere again. 

Every time he made some type of advancement or flirty comment, he wasn’t looking for your reaction, but your captains. He was using you to get to your captain, but for what? Deciding to play into this little game, you stay seated to figure out his intent with your lover no matter how anxious your starting to feel.  

Law thus far has remained calm, only giving Kid an unreadable expression. It wasn’t until Eustass offered you his drink to ease your discomfort that Law visually saw how nervous you were getting. You were used to fighting other captains and the like, not sitting next to one at a bar, and certainly not being flirted with by one. Eustass nudges his drink over to you in hopes to calm you. You’re not his target for the night, he doesn’t wish to make you uncomfortable.

Law isn’t sure what it is about that drink that makes his blood boil. He knows it’s not poisoned; he’s been watching Kid like a hawk and just saw him drink from it. Maybe it was the fact it was Kid’s own drink that he’s drank from at the bar. It was childish of him to get jealous over your lips touching the same glass as Kid’s. It’s not remotely the same as kissing, yet Law felt the need to cut him in half with the full intent to leave him that way.

At first you tried to decline the drink nicely, but he insisted, saying that it looked like you could use one to ease your nerves. He gave you a smile, though in his true devilish fashion. When you picked up the glass just as expected, Eustass’s attention again went straight to the man standing in the back corner. You figured if you played your cards right, you’d get closer to finding out what he wanted with Law and so you throw your head back, downing the drink. Eustass then has the audacity to smirk over at Law.

Trafalgar having enough of Eustass’s childish games uses “Room” to create a spherical territory. It quickly enveloped the entirety of the bar, grabbing the attention of all the pirates and other guests. In an instant your body is teleported by his side and an empty shot glass in your place next to Eustass. Wasting no time Law grabs your hand and quickly walks out the bar leaving behind an amused Kid.

“That was dangerous (Y/n)-ya,” continuing to pull you away from the bar and towards the safety of your home for the night. “I was just trying to keep things civil- Hey! Slow down a little please.” He didn’t. He kept the same pace until he reached the door only stopping to unlock it.

“I only wanted to know what his deal was with you” you state innocently. “He wasn’t interested in me.” He opened the door and stepped aside to let you in first. Inside he closes the door a little harsher than he wanted to, he’s not angry at you, just angry that Kid was getting under his skin. That he was flirting with you right in front of him. He grumbles as he reminded himself about the stupid drink you shared and grew jealous again.

Law pulls you against him and urgently covers your lips with his own. Hands cupping your face while he feverishly kisses you with passion, cleaning your lips of any trace of that damn liquor. Grabbing his coat to keep yourself balanced from the sudden kiss, you almost yelp when he bites down on your bottom lip.

He picks you up, giving your ass a generous squeeze before crossing the small home, laying you down onto the soft bed. You take this opportunity to catch your breath from the unexpected kiss while Law stands at the foot of the bed and starts to shrug off his layers of clothes. His golden orbs sinfully watching you, running all over your form as he undresses.

He only manages to take off everything on his upper half, before leaning over your much smaller frame, caging you underneath him, his weight anchoring you in place. Your face flushed from how he looks at you. Law gently licks at your sore lip from where he bit you, giving you a much gentler kiss to say sorry as you run your hands through his dark raven colored hair.

Ever so slowly his hands trail down your curves and starts undressing you while his tongue dances sinfully with yours. Tossing away your clothing, you lay only in your bra and panties while he grinds his clothed cock against your dampening core. Pulling away to let out a soft moan. “You like that Kitten?”

Continuing his motions with his hips, Law starts moving his lips away from yours, leaving a wet trail of kisses down the jaw and neck. Making sure to leave a few marks on your neck that will surely darken. “Law please” you cried.

“Please what, love?”

Your face flushes at the thought of asking. It doesn’t matter that you’ve done it before, asking to feel his lips where you’re most sensitive still leaves you bashful. Law knows what you want but he loves teasing you into saying it. His sweet little Kitten always so shy to ask him to give you oral.

“Please Law I need you.”

“Where do you need me baby” he says in that deep seductive voice, looking into your eyes. You can see that start of a smirk forming across his face. His hand trailing down, “right here?” The pad of his finger lazily stroking over your clothed damping core.

“Yes! Right there” you exclaim as your hips buck. With one last lingering kiss to your lips, he starts his slow decent towards your aching core, removing that last barrier of clothing that’s keeping him from you.

Law rubs his finger across your slit, placing small kisses on the inside of your thighs leading closer and closer to your core. You need more friction and try to move your hips, but Law holds you in place. “Patience baby. All good things come to those who wait.” He toys with you a little longer before making sure his finger is coated in your slick, pushing it inside to earn a light moan from you.

He gives you a few more thrusts with his finger before giving you a gentle lick. “Fuck” you moan, tossing your head back into the pillows. You can practically feel the smile on his face. Adding another finger to the mix to help get you ready for what’s to come.  “So pretty and wet, just for me.”

Law’s tongue licking at your folds while his thumb rubs mercilessly at your clit with just the right amount of pressure. “Let me hear you Kitten.” You do as he says. Needing something to hold onto, you reach down and tug at his hair, making him groan into you. Hips squirming at the jolts of pleasure, “Show how loud I can make you. Let that red headed bastard know who you belong to.”

You can feel the feel yourself getting closer to the edge. Finding it hard to stay still, your hips squirming, being so close to becoming undone. Law pushes his fingers back inside and attacks your bundle of nerves once again with his mouth. Turning you into a moaning mess. “Law! I’m close!” He can feel you tightening around his fingers.

“That’s is baby. Cum for me.”

Law’s other hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers together just as you find euphoria. Squeezing your eyes shut at the pleasure finally going over the edge. Moaning his name so loud, you hope no one else is around to save you from embarrassment.  

Law giving your sensitive cunt one last kiss before making his way up to you, giving you a searing hot kiss so you can taste yourself on his lips. Pulling away so you can catch your breath. You can feel the prominent bulge in his pants, rubbing against you. Telling you the night has only begun. Law places a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Good girl.”