#i cut my hair off (so i could rock back and forth without thinking of you)! i threw away my first ever docs! and i already feel lighter

[hearditinapastlife2019]

trying to move away from identifying with my c-ptsd and identifying as a traumatized person so much because i feel like at this point in my healing that over-identification is stifling real hard growth. but it’s hard to figure out how to detach myself from that identity and those experiences when it impacts the fundamentals of my selfhood every day in everything i do. something to meditate on!

[itadodori]

#note: obsessive nanami with a breeding kink?? i think tf yes!

obsessed!nanami who necessarily doesn’t like to show how head over heels for you he is. he’s the type that likes to cover it up, keep it a secret just in case it creeps you out. however, he couldn’t very well hide his addiction to you when he was inches deep in you, thinking about changing both of your lives for the better.

he’s been begging to try for a baby for months now, and he was getting really fed up with your answers. you would always say yes but when it finally came down to it you’d make him pull out. what type of shit was that?

“so what d’ya say baby? gonna let me fill this pretty lil pussy up? give ya’ all my babies?” his hands flew to your hair, pulling it so hard that your head was forced back. you couldn’t even give him a solid answer with the state you were in.

not with the way his hips were snapping back and forth to meet yours, or the way his lips roughly sucked on your neck— leaving marks which were very well intended.

your shaky hands involuntary found their way to his stomach, trying to push the man out of you so you could catch some type of break.

“k..k..kento please! t’s too m..much i-“ your words were quickly cut off by him smacking your hand. you should’ve knew better honestly, he never liked when you tried to push him away, but that still didn’t stop you.

this time, you used your foot to try and push him away—but again.. you should’ve known better. as soon as he saw your leg move he was quick to slap your thigh, causing you to hiss and put it right back where he had them pinned.

“you didn’t answer my question princess.. can i?” now his thrusts were even faster than before, and he made sure to give your clit some extra attention as well, slowly teasing it by rubbing small circles around the throbbing bud.

now that was enough to drive you insane, nanami knew what he was doing, he always did. he was purposely trying to overstimulate you because he knew how easy you give into him when you’re in that state.

with curling toes, and a wide mouth you tried to escape from his grasp— well, more like you quite literally tried to run away from him.

you knew exactly what he was planning and you weren’t giving in that easily, that’s what you hoped at least.

his face fell into a frown when he realized your weak attempted to escape him, you did this every time the two of you had sex.. you could never last for longer than thirty minutes, and usually he would let you off the hook.. but this time, he had other plans.

when nanami finally got fed up of you trying to run, he became more serious. his touch was no longer passionate and steady, it was sloppy and rough.

the hand he was using to hold your legs up soon became the hand he used to grip your neck. it caught you off guard at first since he’d never done it before, but you soon became used to the feeling, and it only added to your pleasure.

“stop tryin’ to run from me. i told you about this before, keep it up and you just might get fucked up.” it was a small warning. the way his eyes locked with yours, and held that familiar gaze of seriousness, you knew he wasn’t fucking around.

you didn’t miss the way your pussy clenched tighter around him at his words, or the way you suddenly got the feeling to let him do whatever with you.

this time was different than all the other times you two had sex.. usually he wouldn’t be so— aggressive. not that you were complaining though.

you knew he was finally getting serious when he let go of the hold he had on your legs, what was he planning next? he pulled out of you without a word, and your face studied his for some type of answer.

confusion quickly took over your body, but you weren’t left confused for long.. nanami rocked his hips backwards before slamming back into you without any warning, continuing his previous goal.

the scream you let out was loud, all your neighbors most likely heard it too, probably wondering what the hell was going on.

nanami’s hands gripped on your waist, keeping you still since he knew you loved to fucking move, or better yet run. “what do you have to say to me, darling?”

“’m sorry baby— fuck! ‘m so sorry.” you had no choice but to stay still this time, you knew he wasn’t letting you get away again. even if you never really got away in the first place— he’d make sure you never thought about running from him (or his dick) again.

by this time nanami was already too far gone to listen to you. the way your pussy was squeezing around him like this, and sucking him in.. he couldn’t listen to you. not when he had a job to do.

the more your walls sucked him in, the more he felt his rationality slipping away. he couldn’t hold out much longer.. you knew he wanted kids from the beginning right? plus, it’s not like you didn’t want this. you told him yes many times before, so why not just get it over with already?

“pussy’s suckin’ me in so fuckin’ good princess, gonna fill you up real good. m..make your tummy all nice n’ round with my babies. fuck.. you’re gonna look so beautiful. tits all swollen and shit,”

his hand involuntarily came down to your stomach— carefully rubbing it as if there was a baby in there already.

you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on. just as you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to carry this man’s children.

feeling him rub on your stomach while mumbling such vulgar words.. it was enough to throw you over the edge.

“oh fuck ken! ‘m cumming baby, please ‘m gonna-” he pushed down on your lower stomach, knowing that’d be more than enough to get you where he wanted you.

without warning, liquid starting pouring out of you and it was only then that you realized it wasn’t just cum.. you had squirted. and because of that, nanami wasn’t too far behind you.

“yes mama, milk this shit. let me give it all to you.. this pretty lil pussy takin’ me so well- shit!” as you were still riding out your orgasm, he was right behind you, finally filling you up with the warm cum he’d been storing so long.. just for you.

“mm yes ken. wanna have all your babies, my love. give it to me please!” little did you know, he had a lot to give, poor guy had been waiting for this moment for years now. and it was finally here.

the two of you couldn’t keep quiet even when you both already finished cumming. nanami didn’t want to pull out, he wanted to stay buried inside of you forever. the feeling of your pussy gripping him was something he’d never get tired of.

sadly, he eventually did have to pull out. you kept fussing about wanting to go to sleep, and how you didn’t want to go to sleep with him inside of you because of what he did last time.

“fine, but before you go to sleep let me just..” he got on his knees, holding your legs up just like before but this time he had a clear view of your pussy. no, his pussy.

she looked so worn out, and even now she was still clenching around nothing— clearly missing the feeling of his dick. however, what peaked his interest most was his cum spilling out of you.

well we surely couldn’t have that, could we? what was the point of all that hard work if it was all just going to go to waste..

without a second thought he ran his fingers down your folds, lapping up all the liquids that were already spilling out, earning a low moan from you.

“w..what are you doing?”

he ignored your question— focusing on collecting all the spilled out cum purely with his bare hands. once he felt he’d done enough, he wasted no time plunging his fingers into you, pushing back all of the cum that tried escaping.

“go to sleep. im going to stay like this for a while, i don’t want a single drop wasted.”

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[droopycoquette]

WAG Life || Lucy Bronze x Reader

Summary: Lucy’s obsessed with the idea of you being her WAG

Warnings: established relationship, smut, strap-on, lucy having a domestic kink

Word Count: 2.6k

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The plane rocked back and forth due to turbulence as Lucy scrolled through her Instagram feed and her heart stopped when she saw her girlfriend. Instantly liking it, she thumbed through the photos of the recent post. It was mainly pictures of you at the women’s World Cup but she felt herself pause when she saw one; a photo of you cooking. She could feel herself heating up but it all came to a point when she read your caption: 

Living my best WAG life.

She had always liked the idea of you being her little wife in the stands cheering her on and not having to work for anything. Only taking care of her, never wanting for anything, and relying solely on her. It was enough to make Lucy combust. You had no idea what you were doing to her, playing right into her fantasy without even realizing it.

"Fuck," she mumbled to herself.

As she scrolled through your posts, she noticed that you had posted a lot more homemaking content. Pictures of you cooking, cleaning, or rearranging things. If she didn't know better, she would think you were doing these things on purpose.

"Lucy, we're touching down soon," Millie called.

"Okay," Lucy mutters, not taking her eyes off her phone, off of you.

Lucy's need to see you doubled. She couldn't wait to get to your shared apartment and just be with you. You were all she could think about when the plane touched down. You were all she could think about when she was driving to the apartment. And you were all she could think about as she walked up the stairs.

Her insides tingled as she approached the door, unlocking it quietly and entering the space. She could hear footsteps on the hardwood floors before she could see the person they belonged to.

"Lucy!"

"Darling!"

You flew into her arms without a second thought, forcing her to drop her luggage to be able to catch you. Lucy automatically brought her hands under your butt to support you, groaning when she realized you weren't wearing pants

"You're home," you sighed into her neck.

"Damn right, I am."

"I missed you," you mumbled into her skin.

"I missed you," Lucy grinned, making her way over to the kitchen counter. "You know what else I missed?"

She could feel you shake your head.

"Your kisses."

You brought your face out of her neck finally and looked at her.

"I missed kissing you," you confessed, bringing your lips closer to hers.

Lucy couldn't take it anymore, softly placing her lips onto yours. The kiss was sweet and gentle as if you both were afraid to break the other. Lucy softly set you on the counter, the cold marble against your bare skin causing you to shiver.

As the footballer breaks the kiss, she looks around the apartment.

The last time Lucy had been in the apartment, you both had just bought it. It was empty save for a TV, a sofa, and a queen bed in the shared room. Now, it looked completely different. It looked like a home.

"You've been working," Lucy gawks.

"Do you like it," you ask shyly. "I wanted you to come home to something nice. You've worked so har-

She cut you off as she connected your lips once more, not being able to be away from you for long. Lucy could feel her insides melting at your words. This is everything she ever wanted.

"Everything is perfect," Lucy whispered in between kisses, rubbing your bare thighs. "It's beautiful."

Lucy watched as you beamed at the praise, a smile gracing your features.

"I was about to get started on dinner," you began. "Is there anything specific you want?"

Lucy almost moans at your question, "No, anything you make will be good."

You nod, giving her one more peck before getting to work and shooing her off to put her luggage away.

When Lucy returns, she can't keep her eyes off of you. The raven-haired woman was forced to watch as you hummed and twirled around the kitchen, cooking for her. You were cooking for her. It was enough to drive her mad.

"Luce, do you want to help me," you ask with a smile.

"No. I enjoy watching you," Lucy says simply.

"Okay."

As she watched you it dawned on her, you were wearing her old kit, the number 2 and the name "Bronze" showing proudly on the back. You really did have no idea what you were doing. Completely out of touch with how much you were turning your girlfriend on. Lucy could feel herself growing wetter and wetter by the minute.

"I think I'm going to go take a shower, love."

"Okay, I think everything should be in the shower caddy on the side. And the towels are in the cupboard under the sink," you explain, turning around and wiping your hands on a towel.

Everything you were doing was doing something to Lucy and it kind of annoyed her. She needed you so bad.

"O-okay," she stuttered walking off to the bathroom.

As she undressed, Lucy couldn't help but continue to think about you. Your words, your actions, your touch, all of it made her want you more and more. She turned the water on and stepped under the warm spray, closing her eyes and letting out a deep sigh. It felt amazing to be home and with you again.

She can't help but replay the scene in her head. You were cooking for her, taking care of her. She couldn't believe how lucky she was to have you in her life. The steam filled up the bathroom as she lathered her body with soap. After a little bit, she hops out and quickly dresses in a sports bra and sweatpants.

She rounds the corner with her hands in her pockets and is greeted with a set table and you doing the dishes. She leans against the wall and watches you for a bit, nipping at her bottom lip and adjusting her glasses as she thinks. You hadn't noticed her yet, your attention focused on cleaning. So focused that you didn't notice her coming up behind you until you felt her hand around your waist and the other around your throat.

"Hello," you smile, the hand around your neck forcing you into an arch to face her.

"Hello," she smirked back, pecking your lips. "I was hoping you would join me in the shower."

"I'm sorry," you frown. "How about we take one tomorrow morning."

If you can walk, Lucy thought to herself.

"I love you being like this," Lucy sighs, releasing your neck and allowing you to turn and face her.

"Like what," you asked confused, loving the feeling of her arms around your waist.

"Like my little housewife," she sighs. "I love that you don't have to work and that you can just be home, taking care of me."

"I love doing it," you reply, wrapping your arms loosely around her neck.

After a beat of silence, you ask, "What are you thinking about?"

"You," Lucy whispers.

Her eyes stayed on yours as your breath hitched. You raised yourself up on your toes to shyly peck her lips, your hands loosely playing with strands of her hair Her hands trail from your waist to her shoulder blades.

"Jump."

You obey and wrap your legs around her waist, your lips automatically finding hers in a rough heated kiss. She devoured you, her tongue intermingling with yours as she did. She carried you to your shared bedroom, setting you down against the wall.

"What are you doing to me," Lucy asked, her accent thick.

You stared at her with doe eyes, confusion clouding them.

"Fuck, you've ruined me. I can't describe it. But, you've ruined me for anyone else."

You groan as she kisses your neck, her body pressed against yours firmly. Your moans only fueled her as she descended down to your core. Glancing up at you, she smirks as your brain begins to fizzle out, she can see it.

"What's got you so worked up, love," Lucy asks, her nose rubbing against your clothed slit. "Tell me."

"Fuck," you whimpered, your back pressing against the wall.

"I won't do anything until you tell me."

You gasp as her thumbs press against your hip bones, her hands holding the small of your back.

"Fuck," you whimpered. "I love being your housewife. It makes me feel really good."

Lucy moans into your thighs at your confession, her own thighs pressing together. Still kneeling, she raises herself up to kiss your stomach. Placing little pecks on your skin causing you to buck forward.

"Yeah? What else?"

"And, I love," you gasp as Lucy's tongue drags against your clothed core. "I love how you take care of me and how I don't have to think when you're around."

Lucy watched as you began to grind yourself onto her tongue, your hips shaking as your clit caught on the ridge of her wet muscle. She couldn't move as she watched in pure shock and awe. How were you so perfect? It was as if you were reading her mind.

Lucy's fingers hooked on your underwear as her eyes found yours. A smirk found its way onto her lips as your eyes quickly looked somewhere else, unable to handle the intensity. Cute.

Lucy slowly pulled your underwear down your legs, flinging them somewhere over her shoulder. You began to take your shirt off.

"No, love. Keep it on. Please keep it on," Lucy begged.

Your hands dropped the hem of the kit immediately.

"Love seeing you in this, baby," Lucy breathed, lifting one of your legs onto her shoulder. "Can't wait to fucking make you a Bronze."

You shuddered against her as her nose rubbed against your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. Your hands moved to her hair, gripping it, keeping your girlfriend in place as her tongue lapped at your clit. You couldn't stop the sounds coming from your mouth, your head falling back against the wall.

You whimpered as your hips bucked up into her face. Lucy cooed at your embarrassment, smirking as you brought your hands up to your face.

You were the cutest little thing ever, your mouth open as you threw your head back against the wall. Lucy's fingers finally entered you, stroking your walls in a way that had your juices running down her arm.

"Look at that," Lucy groaned, lips still coated in you. "Did you need me that bad?"

"Please," you whimpered, hips bucking into her face.

"Please what," Lucy panted. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you baby. But you have to tell me."

"Hm? I can't hear you, love. You're gonna have to speak up."

"Fuck me, please," you gasped, as Lucy tapped on your clit.

Her muscles bulged as she stood, now towering over you.

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?"

She lifted you up, wrapping your legs around her waist before connecting your lips. She was sure you felt it, the bulge in her sweats. Just to be sure, she began to grind her hips into you, loving the way you moaned into the kiss.

You knew Lucy loved wearing her strap around the apartment so you don't know why it shocked you. You had missed this feeling. Her tongue entered your mouth, wrapping around yours and deepening the kiss. You didn't know whose breath was who's.

You whimpered as she sat you down on the edge of the bed.

"Get on all fours for me," she commanded her accent coming out even more. "Don't fucking make me wait."

You're breath hitches at her roughness, immediately complying. Slowly moving to your knees in the the center of the bed. Your chest rose and fell rapidly from the anticipation as you felt the bed dip from Lucy's weight.

Lucy couldn't stop the warmth that spread through her chest at the sight of your eager submission to her. The way you slightly wiggled your hips in need, you didn't even realize you were doing it.

The older woman stroked the black silicone toy, groaning as if she could feel it. Tapping it on your entrance, she watched as a string of your juices connected the toy and your core.

"You don't even know how fucking hot you are, love."

You both groaned as Lucy pushed into you slowly, your back arching.

She began to pump into you, her hips grinding into you at a pace that was slow, yet deep. She loved watching your head hang and your hips push back against her in ecstasy at her slow but hard thrusts.

The defender leaned down to kiss your nape, her skin burning yours. She could hear your sharp and breathy whimpers and it drove her to pound into you.

She had missed this dearly. Your sounds and need for her. She missed her ability to touch you whenever she wanted, claiming you as hers.

"I don't know how I went this long without you," she groaned into your ear, her fingers reaching down to your clit.

You bucked up against her at the sensation, your stomach beginning to tighten. Lucy watched you with fervor, gazing as you took what she gave you. You were perfect, just for her.

Her fingers continued to rub against you and her hips rocked slowly.

"Please cum," she begged. "I want it so bad."

Your back arched as her fingers got rougher.

"Fuck," you groaned, throwing your head back.

Lucy's thrusts began to quicken, becoming harsher. She needed your pleasure and wanted to see you come undone. Lucy had always put your pleasure above anything else and right now was no different.

"Give it to me, my love."

Her begging continued to spur you on, your gut reaching its boiling point. You came harshly, Lucy's hips milking your bliss and lengthening your orgasm.

Her movements didn't stop. Instead, she flipped you over, your body slamming into the bed. She clasped her hands with yours and brought them over your head.

"I'll never get over watching you cum," she moaned, her clit catching on the strap.

Her hands gripped your hips, pulling you down to meet her thrusts. Her fingertips dug into the fat of your hips, loving the flesh between them.

You watched her arms flex as she held you down, her triceps on display. Sweat rolled down her quivering abdomen as she continued to pleasure you.

"Please," you groaned out, your body still spasming.

"Please what, sweetheart," Lucy smiled, her hips continuing to slam into you, leaving a burning sensation on the back of your thighs. "Tell me what you want. Do you want me here?"

She held both your wrists with one hand and allowed her fingers to return to your clit, tapping gently against the small nub. You gasped out at the overstimulation.

"You always were so needy," she grinned. "And I've always loved it."

"Lucy, please," you babbled, your body writhing beneath her. "A break, please."

She pouted mockingly and continued to thrust in and out of you.

"You want to be my little WAG in the stand, right? My little trophy wife?"

You nod, your cheeks heating, "Yes."

"Well, then you have to keep me happy. And what would make me really happy, baby, is for you to keep taking this cock."

[hysteria-things]

hii again !! so sorry but i just thought of another idea after watching the new sam and colby video w the Sturniolos and is it possible for you to make a smut abt that clip where matt wore the robe in the hotel?? i just love your writing and tbh you're the only acc i go to if i have a request

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: (soft?) dom!matt x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: after a long day of doing activities on your weekend getaway, unwinding is a must.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT with a pinch of fluff, swearing, fingering, praising, p in v, possessiveness if you squint, unprotected sex (please no!)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 625

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: for @skadltmf :)

no need to apologize! you’re so sweet and thank you for the kind words💕 hope you like it!

a glimpse of matt’s wet hair catches your vision. you guys went away for the weekend of your anniversary, and you just got back from doing activities around the city.

you’re sitting on the bed in your suite. you try to look away, but your eyes feel magnetic toward your boyfriend.

he rubs the steam off of the bathroom mirror to look at himself, tying the robe that shows just enough of his chest. you bite down on your bottom lip.

“you’re staring.” matt says, snapping you out of your gaze that was on his fidgeting hands playing with the robe.

“nuh-uh.” you lie terribly, and he chuckles. you squeeze your thighs together as he walks over to the bed, hovering over you and kissing you on the cheek. “you sure?” he says lowly in your ear, nibbling your earlobe.

his hand runs down your chest to the waistband of your shorts. his fingers tug at it, a whine coming from you. “matt.”

he kisses your jaw and slips his fingers in, rubbing at your clit. you squirm under his touch. “so wet for me already.”

after rubbing in some circles, he slips two fingers into you. you arch your back and moan, feeling how well you wrap around his fingers. he leaves marks on your neck while pumping slowly, but you need more.

without thinking, you find the knot in front of the robe and start untying it, causing matt to slip his fingers out of you. he yanks your hands away. “matt, please.” you groan. “i need you so bad.”

the only downside is that you guys don’t have condoms. it’s rare when you guys go unprotected, but matt 100% has a good pullout game. still, you guys like to use one just in case.

he smirks, tugging on the robe to reveal his hard-on. “you want to feel my cock sliding in and out of you, baby?”

“i need it so bad,” you repeat in a whine. he pulls down your shorts and starts to tease his tip at your soaking entrance. your lips part in a loud moan when he starts thrusting into you.

your body rocks back and forth at his pace, your legs finding his waist and wrapping around it. “f-fuck, you feel so good.”

he grunts, slamming his hips down harder into your pelvis. you could feel every inch of him inside you, and the feeling sends your eyes rolling back. “s-shit, matt! holy go—” your screams are cut short by a hand covering your mouth.

“you have to— jeez,” he starts before fluttering his eyes closed and having his mouth agape. he takes in how fucking amazing you feel clamping around his dick. “b-be quiet. don’t want people to know how good i fuck my girl behind closed doors.”

however, it’s still obvious with the headboard banging against the wall. he releases his hand from your mouth, the same hand now holding onto the headboard for stability.

you grip onto the front of the robe; high-pitched squeals leave your lips before biting down on them, but it’s no use. “so fucking beautiful, baby.” matt praises, and that alone forms a knot in your stomach.

he rests his head on your shoulder and moans. “this perfect pussy is a-all for me. f-fucking love it.”

you exhale matt’s name when the knot snaps, cumming all over his base and the sheets. he pulls out and paints your stomach white, collapsing on top of you as he pants in your neck.

the two of you lay in comfortable silence before he finally picks his head up to look at your face. he smiles lazily, his eyes filled with lust. “happy one year.” he mumbles, kissing you soft on the lips.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

@bunbunbl0gs @lexisecretaccx @thy-mission @angelic-sturniolos111 @sophssturn @mattsneezing @janiellasblog @blahbel668 @meg-sturniolo @hearts4chris @mattslolita @sturnbaby @imwetforyourmom @tillies33ssss @sturnifyed @mayhem-72

[rxmqnova]

I miss you

Y/N: 4 years old Story: Y/N calls Natasha from Wanda's phone while she's on a mission… ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV It's been only 3 days since Natasha left for a mission, but those 3 days feel more like 3 years to Natasha's little daughter Y/N. The todler misses Natasha so much, cries for her every day, especially when Wanda puts her to sleep. The feeling is mutual, Natasha misses her little one as well, but she needs to finish her mission.

Wanda's busy with cooking right now and Y/N's with her in the kitchen, busy with her coloring book. That's until the little monkey spots Wanda's phone on the table. She glances at Wanda, seeing her aunt's attention is fully on the food she's cooking, so she reaches for the phone before quietly running upstairs to her mother's bedroom.

Y/N climbs the bed, making herself comfortable before opening Wanda's phone. It's not really a problem for her as she knows Wanda's password. She's watched Wanda opening her phone multiple times.

Y/N taps on the icon with a phone on it, trying to find a contact with her mom's picture. Once she finds it, she clicks on it and the phone starts ringing. The little girl brings the phone up to her ear, patiently waiting for her mama to pick up.

"Wanda, I'm pretty busy right now. What is it? Is Y/N okay?" Natasha asks, her voice full of worry. Wanda never calls her on missions unless something happened to her daughter.

"Hi, mama" Y/N greets her mom, happy that she hears her voice again.

"Y/N/N, sweetheart, what are you doing with auntie Wanda's phone?" Natasha asks softly while shooting the hydra agents that are coming at her.

"I miss you, mommy" Y/N says sadly, her little eyes filling with tears.

"Детка, I miss you too, but mommy needs to finish her work, so she could come back home to you" Natasha explains to her daughter who's just sitting on the bed with her head down. "I'm sure you're having fun with auntie Wanda, aren't you?" (baby)

"Mhm" Y/N sadly nods, looking down at her knees.

"I'll be back soon, baby. I promise" Natasha says, a small smile forming on her face on the thought of her cuddled up on the couch with her little daughter, watching Y/N's favorite cartoon.

"You cheeky little monkey, where did you go?" Wanda asks, walking into the room. She knew Y/N'd be here as the todler spends here most of the time when Natasha's away. "Is that my phone, missy?" She raises an eyebrow, Y/N's cheeks turning red as she's shaking her head no and hoping her aunt will believe it while hiding the phone behind her back. "You little liar. What are you doing here?" Wanda chuckles, sitting down next to Y/N and taking the phone. Her eyes widen when she sees Y/N's been calling with Natasha. "Nat, are you there? I'm so sorry. I was cooking and Y/N/N-"

"Hey, hey. It's okay. I'm almost finished here anyway" Natasha says, cutting Wanda's sentence off. "I should be back tomorrow. Is everything okay there?"

"Yeah. All good. Y/N misses you a lot, but I think we're managing here pretty well" Wanda smiles, running her fingers through Y/N's hair who's avoiding eye-contact with her aunt now.

"Okay. Good. I gotta go. But see you tomorrow" Natasha says before hanging up.

Wanda sighs before looking down at her niece who's looking at her knees, feeling guilty about taking Wanda's phone without a permission.

"Honey, I know you miss your mommy, but you can't call her when she's working, baby" Wanda says softly, hooking her hands under Y/N's armpits and pulling Y/N onto her lap.

"But I miss mama so much" Y/N mumbles, tears forming in her little eyes. She looks up at Wanda who presses a kiss to her forehead and rubs her back.

"I know, Y/N/N. Your mommy will be home very soon, don't worry" Wanda smiles, pressing another kiss to her niece's forehead.

Y/N wraps her arms around Wanda's neck, hiding her face in the crock of Wanda's neck before letting out the tears she's been holding.

"It's okay, honey. I'm here" Wanda says, lifting Y/N up and rocking her back and forth, rubbing her back and pressing kisses to her head as an attempt to comfort her little niece.

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Natasha lets out a sigh when she finally steps into the compound. She walks around the compound to find her daughter, desperately needing a hug from her little one.

Natasha smiles when she sees Y/N playing with her toys in a fort. She walks closer and sits on the ground in front of the entrance to the fort.

"What are you doing, детка?" Natasha asks softly with a huge smile on her face. (baby)

"Mommy!" Y/N shouts as soon as she turns around and sees her mother. She immediately wraps her little arms around Natasha, hugging her mama tightly on which Natasha smiles and presses a few kisses to Y/N's head. "I missed you, mama" Y/N mumbles, looking up at Natasha.

"I missed you too, sweetheart. So much" Natasha smiles, holding her daughter tightly and pressing another kiss to Y/N's forehead.

"Mommy no go away again" Y/N pouts, looking at Natasha seriously. The redhead smiles at her daughter, booping her nose which makes the little girl smile.

"Mommy's not going anywhere for some time, sweetheart" Natasha assures her little one, standing up with Y/N in her arms. "But I believe it's almost dinner time, детка. We should go and check up what we're having for dinner" She says, already walking towards the kitchen with Y/N sitting on her hip while the little one is kicking her legs happily. (baby)

Y/N knows she's not letting her mommy go away for that long ever again.

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I'll miss you forever, Nat…

Natasha Romanoff masterlist

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[poppy-metal]

thinkin abt you getting hurt super bad protecting jordan in a battle or smth like that and you're on the ground, just about to succumb to the overwhelming urge to close ur eyes, but then they're there--holding your face and cursing under their breath and pulling you so, so gingerly into their lap, trying to pretend there aren't tears running down their face.

they r trying to stop u from bleeding out n they're panicked beyond belief but they're still talkin to you all sweet, chastising you for getting hurt for them, mumbling "why would you do that, baby? you know i can't live without you." and "you're gonna be okay. shh, it's gonna be okay." through shaky breaths and when you look up at them n force out an "i love you" they can't bring themself to say it back--just feels too much like a goodbye.

lmao that's so much heavier than i thought it would be 😭 n the injury probably s no biggie they're just freakin out over a big cut or smth

i wanna cry not the "why would you do that, baby?" they're rocking you back and forth lips pressed to your forehead, trembling, feeling like the world is ending <//3

when you get healed up because thankfully it was nothing serious the switch is instantaneous. from big worried cow eyes, to dark as flint because they are angry as fuck. "what the fuck were you thinking." they snap, hands clenching and unclenching at their sides, "jumping in front of me like that. are you stupid? you could have fucking died."

the contrast from how tenderly they were holding you in their arms to the venom in their voice makes you lower lip tremble. "you were - you hadn't shifted and they. they were coming after you-"

they were only indestructible in their masc!form and you'd acted on instinct. jordan shakes their head like this fact is minimal. "it wouldn't have hit me as bad as it hit you."

"so i was supposed to just let you get hurt for me?"

"fucking yeah!" they yell, and you flinch. "jesus. baby, you're not - you're not as strong as me. you know that. i need to know you're fucking safe and behind me or I'll-" they run a hand through their hair in stress, making the hair stand up. "you can't fucking do that shit to me."

tears fill your eyes. you feel chastised n scorned. you look down at your hands in your lap.

"you think I'd be any better off if you were the one in my place..." you sniffle. you know they're just scared, when jordan gets scared they get mean. still, it hurts.

you feel the bed shift as they sit down on it - a hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb wiping under your eye, swipe away the tears. "hey," they sound much gentler now. they turn your chin till you're looking at them, "I'm sorry for yelling I just-" they sigh, looking down at your lips. you see their eyes melt, "i thought i lost you for a second. and I can't fucking - i can't fucking deal, if you're gone."

the hand moves till its cupping the back of your neck.

"i need to be the one protecting you," jordans thumb is doing that thing where it rubs into your skin like you're a cat. has the same effect, makes you want to start purring. already you feel more relaxed. "I know its not healthy and toxic or whatever, i dont give a shit. i need you to be okay."

you want to argue, you want the same thing. but you know they wont hear it. know this means alot to them, being able to protect you, taking care of you. putting you first. so you just nod, looking up at them with big apologetic eyes and you see the moment you have them.

eyes softening they lean down to brush their lips to yours. two hands cup your face like you're made of glass as they coax your lips apart.

"c'mere," they murmur against your mouth, hands reaching down to your waist, gently maneuvering you until you're on their lap. wrapped in their arms. "my fucking hero." they allow, kissing down your cheek, your jaw, feathering kisses all over, "dont ever do that shit again or I'll beat your ass."

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 14 - Kniveplay]

Pairing: gangster!Yoongi x f.Reader

Kinks: dom!Yoongi, sub!Reader, knives, rope bondage, blindfold, tears, choking & breathplay, praise, good girl kink, dirty talk, slight possessiveness but in a sexy way, body worship, strength kink, oral (f.&m.receiving), edging, vaginal penetrative sex, squirting, face fucking, cumming on face, sweet aftercare

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: i am 👁👄👁💧 i’m not saying that this is the hottest fucking shit ever but i am exactly saying that *yells*

Jungkook texted you. Told you that the boss refuses to talk to anyone and that you should come home. You arrive twenty minutes later.

The air is tense the moment you step into the mansion. Jungkook, right hand man and skilled with his fists, is sitting with the others. Taehyung, driver and skilled with the machete, is sitting next to him. Jimin, your best dealer and skilled with the gun, is currently being taken care of by Seokjin. He was your lawyer on most days, but serves as a doctor tonight. Hoseok, bodyguard of Jimin during the deals, is bleeding from his eyebrow, right eye bruised to the point of no recognition.

“Well fuck. You guys look fucked”, you say, calling their attention, “how are you?”

“Could be better”, Jimin says and hisses in discomfort as Seokjin once again drills the needle through his skin to close up the deep cut on his back.

“Sorry man, we’re almost done”, Seokjin mumbles, brows furrowed in concentration.

“What happened?” you ask.

“There was an ambush. The whole deal was a fucking trap. We lost five men, the twins barely escaped and the rest of us is fucked up”, Hoseok answer you, pointing at his bruised eye.

“Fuck. Where is he?” you ask them.

“Your bedroom. I wouldn’t go in there, he’s murderous”, Namjoon, financier and consultant, answers you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fine”, you assure him, abandoning them in the sitting room to hurry upstairs.

They exchange a look of worry with each other.

“Think she’ll be fine?” Taehyung asks.

“I hope so”, Jungkook says, rocking back and forth nervously. He’ll never forgive himself if you get hurt just because he texted you.

“Boss. You’re back. Welcome home, boss”, the guards outside your bedroom doors greet you, bowing their heads at you.

"Is my husband in there?" 

"Yes, boss."

“Good. Leave”, you order them, flicking your wrist dismissively.

“Boss”, they say, nodding their heads in understanding. They leave you afterwards, finding their new post downstairs.

You knock on his door three times, waiting for an answer. It doesn’t come, obviously.

“Honey, it’s me”, you try, knocking twice.

“Come in”, his voice sounds poisonous even from behind closed doors.

You turn the doorknob and push, slipping inside your bedroom. The door closes quietly. The lock falls into place.

The lights safe for your bedside lamp are turned off, the curtains are drawn closed. The room smells like a mixture of blood, disinfectant and whiskey. The blood-soaked pieces of cotton wool scattered all over your leather couch give you an idea of what causes the stench. The open bottles of whiskey and disinfectant on the floor answer the rest.

Your eyes flit to your husband. He is sitting on the bed with a glass of whiskey tangling between his fingers and his hair a dishevelled mess.

Shadows surround him, claiming his black hair as theirs and dragging their spindly fingers over his face as well. He is still in his suit. Jacket discarded on the couch and tie thrown on the floor. His shirt is open, soaked in blood at some parts and revealing the huge cut on his left pec now hidden behind bandages.

“Holy shit, honey. What happened? Who did this to you?” you gasp.

Yoongi clenches his jaw, guiding the glass of whiskey to his lips. He drinks it without any kind of reaction, setting it down on the floor afterwards.

“What do you want?” he hisses.

“They told me what happened. Who the fuck dared to ambush you?”

“Tzt”, Yoongi looks to the side, “who the fuck you think? The fucking Dragons.”

“Fucking bastards, fuck”, you say, hurrying to your husband’s side. You cup his face and turn his head so he was looking up at you, “I’m happy you’re still here though”, you say, smoothing over his tightened brows, “does the cut hurt a lot? Should I look at it?”

“No”, he answers you dryly, trying to turn his head away but you force it to fall against your stomach. He is tense and silent, face contorted in anger you know not to be afraid of. Not you, because you know how to handle him when he wants to kill the entire world.

“It’s gonna be alright, love”, you whisper, running your fingers through his dishevelled hair, “you’re gonna kill those fucking bastards, I’m sure of it. It’s what you do best.”

Yoongi exhales loudly and closes his arms around your waist, turning his head so his nose was buried in the softness of your tummy and he was drowning in your scent.

If any other person in this fucking organisation tried to force him into this kind of hug, they’d have already lost their arms. But not you. You’re his fucking treasure, his light, his better half and you can break every single brick of those walls around his heart with just one touch.

He inhales deeply, twisting the fabric of your shirt desperately.

“It’s alright, love. I’m here now”, you assure him, kissing the crown of his head.

Yoongi lifts his head because of that, nose brushing against yours and half-lidded eyes glued to your lips. He even flutters his lashes, parting his lips slowly. You feel the tension instantly. This addicting kind of tension which, years ago, made you fall so goddamn deep for him. Tension filled with dangerous attraction, leaving you craving more and more with each passing second.

Yoongi reaches up and takes your chin between two of his fingers. His eyes lower even more, his head tilts back further. With a gentle tug, he makes you move, claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. He tastes like whiskey and anger, feeding it to you with hungry lips and an eager tongue. You squeeze his cheeks softly, kissing him back happily. 

You know that your husband is the best in the business. He isn’t the boss for no reason. But still, you can’t help but be worried for him each time he leaves for a mission. And now that he is back, almost unharmed, you want to never ever let him go again. 

He breaks the kiss a second later, gazing at your lips as he squeezes your chin gently.

“I need you”, he rasps.

“I’m here now. Just tell me what you need”, you whisper.

“Wanna fuck you.”

“Okay”, you rasp, feeling heat tingle in your stomach. You were hoping for that.

“Wanna tie you up for it”, he whispers, pulling you down until your lips are brushing against his.

“I’m okay with that.”

“Wanna blindfold you.”

“Yeah?” you press your legs together, “with your tie?”

“No. The real shit. Need you unable to peek.”

“I’m fine with that.”

“Fuck. Baby”, Yoongi gets out breathily and pulls you back into a kiss.

You moan desperately, feeling dizzy from just how hungrily he kisses you. Held willing hostage with your chin between his fingers and your head dizzy from anticipation.

Yoongi breaks the kiss with a throaty growl, letting the strings of saliva break between your lips before he tilts his head back, dragging his lips up your nose in the process. His eyes are closed, his brows are relaxed, letting you know that your presence is already helping with relaxing him.

“You’re the living fucking proof that god is a woman, baby”, he rasps, turning your limbs into complete mush.

“Yoongi”, you moan, letting yourself fall on top of his lap, “I need you so bad.”

“Same”, he says and then picks you up just to lie you down on the bed, “you know what to do”, he adds and turns his back to you. He slips his shirt off as he does, dropping it on the floor. Like this his sculpted back is exposed to you. It is covered in a few new scratches but looks healthy otherwise. The faint shine of the bedside lamp is casting big shadows on it, making his muscles look even bigger.

You watch him strut to your dresser where your toys are stored. You take on your favourite position in the meantime, taking off your clothes until nothing but your lingerie is keeping you humble. Then you rest back, head sinking into the soft pillows and skin getting caressed by your silken sheets.

Yoongi turns, black bondage ropes in one hand and a silk blindfold in the other. He studies you from head to toe, rolling his shoulders as a sign that the view is affecting him. Good. You’re wearing one of the sets he bought for you. Black lace from the highest quality and fitted right to your body. You know for a fact that the way the lamp is shining on your body and hiding parts of it in shadows is affecting him deeply.

“You look so fucking sexy”, he says, strutting to the bed in heavy steps and his head tilted to the side just slightly.

“It’s the set you got me for Christmas”, you say, writhing on the sheets just for his viewing pleasure.

“I know. I never forget a set”, he answers you, dropping the ropes on the bed to open them, “especially not one like that. You wore it on Bali.”

“Yes and in Osaka.”

The right corner of his lips curl into a small smirk. He hums and nods his head, opening his hand for you, “hand”, he orders.

You place your hand in his palm, tingling when he closes his fingers around it and caresses your skin gently. You watch with sparkly eyes as Yoongi tightens the rope around you in a beautiful braided cuff tie. He finishes the tie by tugging on the rope and forcing your arm into its supposed position.

“Good?” he asks.

“Yeah, good”, you whisper, feeling hot all over.

He nods his head, tightening the rope on the sturdy ring on your bed’s headboard. Afterwards he rounds the bed, repeating what he did on your other hand. He didn’t even have to ask for your hand and you were already presenting it to him, oh so eager to get tied up by him. He asks you for your comfort to which you say that it felt so nice and then he tightened the rope on the ring. He rounds the bed again afterwards, stopping by the foot end. You wait with bated breath for what he will do. His fingers close around your ankles and then he tugs, making you squeak in surprise. Strong and aggressive until your arms are stretched widely and the rope is taut. Like this your head is resting on the mattress.

"That was fun", you giggle, making Yoongi show a small toothless smile. 

"Mhm." 

Yoongi wraps the rope around your leg right above your ankle, tightening it after making sure two of his fingers are fitting in between the rope and your body. With one tug to the side and your left leg opens widely, now getting tied into the position on the bondage ring.

You feel so out of breath because of it, trying your hardest not to squirm.

Yoongi repeats the tie on your other leg, fixating it into position with expert knots. Like this your legs are opened far, unable to close on him.

“Done. Are you comfortable?” he says, running his hands up and down your legs.

“Yeah, so comfortable”, you answer him, sounding just slightly out of breath.

“Good. Say the words when it starts to hurt.”

“I will”, you promise him, not getting any answer from him. You wanted to lift your head to check on him, but decide against it when you feel his lips on your body, kissing their way up your inner thigh and stealing your breath in the process. 

You moan, enjoying the sensation with closed eyes. His lips are so soft and warm, worshipping your skin with so much tenderness. Truly, Yoongi can be the cruelest man on the job, but not once did he bring any of it into your bedroom. You feel like a queen when he is with you.

He leaves out your pussy purposefully, kissing your lower tummy right along the hem of your panties. Maybe he is still a little torturous but you love that kind of torture. His hands run up and down your sides in the process, sending electric tingles over your skin. He is still not fully on the bed, one knee between your legs and slacks stretching around his thighs. For just one more second because then he kisses too far up your body, forcing his other leg to lift from the floor to instead rest on the mattress as well, knee digging into the sheets right next to your leg.

Yoongi hums in approval as he dances his lips over your clothed breasts, cupping them with his big hands as he does. His warmth seeps right through the material, making you ache for the unfaltered sensation.

One flick of his fingers and he manages to tug the material down far enough to expose your nipples to him. He grunts in approval, lowering his lips to them to suck them until they are swollen.

"Oh god so good", you moan, feeling short of breath. Yoongi just knows how to really get you going, giving you the sensation long enough to rile you up but not long enough to fully satisfy. He's an expert in that kind of torture. Damn.

“So fucking sexy”, he murmurs raspily, abandoning your tits in sake of marking your collarbones with hungry hickeys. He sucks on your skin until it stings and you arch your back for him, moving on to the next spot to repeat the sweet torture. When Yoongi is finally happy with the results, he managed to reduce you to the point where just his breath against your neck makes you want to pray to his name. Luckily for you or perhaps sadly for you, Yoongi never lowers his lips, lifting his head before he does to instead look down at you with half-lidded eyes. His knees are on each side of your armpits, his clothed bulge looks so huge from your point of view. Yoongi grips your cheeks with soft fingers and squishes your face to the point where your lips pout involuntarily. He turns your head from left to right, letting his eyes race over your features obsessively.

“You’ve got the prettiest fucking face”, he says, loosening his tight grip to instead run the back of his hand down your face. He places his pointer finger under your chin, caressing your skin with his thumb, “gonna fuck it later.”

You gulp, ogling his cock. 

"Want that, baby?" he asks 

You nod your head, painting a proud smirk on his face.

"That's my girl", he rasps.

You feel your cheeks heat up under his praise, eyes lighting up in happiness.

“Close your eyes for me”, he orders.

You follow happily.

“Keep them closed”, he orders next and then you feel the softness of the blindfold on your eyes. He lifts your head for you, tightening the blindfold with a comfortable knot, “is it tight?”

“No, it’s good”, you sigh, sighing again when he places your head back down. Darkness surrounds you. Darkness and the uncertainty of what happens next. Your skin is prickling because of it, becoming so sensitive that even the air in the room feels like too much.

His fingers walking down the sides of your neck remind you that there is something even more unbearable than mere air. His touch. Oh it is so unbearably good when you don’t know where he will place it next.

His touch leaves you again, the bed dents as if he was climbing off of it. His steps on the wooden floor let you know that you were right.

“Honey? Where are you going?” you ask panickedly.

“Relax. I’m not leaving”, he assures you, steps very clearly moving away from you.

Silence. The sound of a drawer opening. Fumbling with something. The drawer closes again. Steps. They come closer and closer again. The sheets ruffle, the mattress shakes. Your breathing speeds up.

You turn your head to where you think your husband is sitting, waiting with a racing heart for the moment he touches you again.

The silence is unbearable. There is this rhythmic clicking sound of something opening and closing and you can’t for the world of you figure out what it was. It continues. Yoongi’s presence is unbearable when he doesn’t act.

“Yoongi?” you ask quietly.

“Yes, love?” he answers you.

“What are you doing?”

“Looking at you.”

“What are you holding?”

“My knife”, he answers you, sending bolts of pleasure through your body without even touching you. He watches in delight as you squirm and tug on the ropes just slightly. He knew that this would affect you.

“W-what knife?” you stutter.

Click. Yoongi most definitely opened it.

Cold metal touches your stomach. The area of touch is small, letting you know that he is pressing the tip of it into your skin. You feel dizzy in an instant.

“Guess”, he says, voice heavy in arousal. He dances the knife up and down your tummy, making sure to never cut but to still apply enough pressure to leave goosebumps behind.

Your husband owns many knives. Next to buying you the finest clothes, collecting knives is his favourite hobby. Trying to guess which one of his huge collection he decided to use on you tonight is almost impossible. Especially when he traces your torso so incredibly good.

“I, I don’t know”, you stutter breathlessly.

“Try harder”, Yoongi orders, flipping the knife so the flat of the blade was between your tits. He makes sure to press the dull site into your flesh while letting the sharp side barely miss your soft skin. The shaky breath you take, makes his stomach twist in arousal. 

He knows that you won’t be able to guess. He only used that knife on you once, it would be a surprise if you guessed right. He still loves the game, playing it like an addict.

“T-the silver one?”

“Silver one? Which one? Be more specific”, he says, slipping the knife from your sternum to instead dance the tip over your left breast. He holds it in place for it, making sure the flesh was gathered enough that he can trace every inch of it.

“The, the one with the red handle?” you try, feeling shivers run down your spine constantly. The skin on your tits is so sensitive and now Yoongi is using the knife on it. You want to twist the sheets because of it, but have to twist the ropes instead.

“Wrong”, he says and with just enough pressure makes sure to leave a tiny mark. It doesn’t bleed, stinging for just a second before a deep burn digs into your fibres.

You whimper for him, chasing it with a soft arch of your back

“Two more guesses", he says, soothing the spot with his thumb.

“Two, two more?” you stutter, panting heavily.

“Mhm.”

“What happens then?”

He moves closer, making the mattress creak.

“I’ll cut you”, he rasps, breath swirling against your lips and fingers closing around your throat softly.

“Yoongi”, you mewl, chasing him and gulping under his fingers. Oh how you wish for him to press down on your veins and steal just a little bit more of your sanity.

“Continue, baby. Keep guessing”, he says, keeping his hand around your throat as he swirls the tip of the knife over your face.

Your entire body feels charged. You aren’t scared. Not even a little bit. You know that Yoongi would rather ram that knife into his own thigh before accidentally hurting you. You know that he would never cut you, not unless you beg for it. So you trust him with the sharp blade on your face, but you still can’t help but feel charged to the point where you are shaking. To have his big hand wrapped around your throat as the knife is against your skin as you have no way to escape, fills you with aching pleasure.

You try to concentrate. He took that knife from a drawer, which means it must be one of the knives he keeps in his nightstand. You have one in yours as well, but that doesn’t open and close.

Yoongi slides his hand from your throat to the back of your neck, lifting your head like this. It tilts back, revealing your vulnerable throat to the blade. Yoongi flips it and presses the sharp side of it against your skin, making you gasp in surprise.

“Guess. Now”, he orders, voice dark and dangerous. You feel your pussy throb because of it.

“I, I don’t know. The silver one from the nightstand?” you stutter.

“No. Wrong again”, he says and punishes you by dropping your head and replacing the blade with his hand, cutting off just enough of your airflow to turn your body limp in surprised bliss. Your head starts pounding, you feel like moaning out a gag. The knife rests on your tummy as he caresses your skin and basks in the quick movements you do from all the gasping he forces you to do.

“I’m gonna count to five and then let go of your throat and I want your answer by then”, he rasps, lips ghosting over your cheek, “can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yeah”, you croak, brain working overtime to guess right.

“Trust me, it’s gonna be worth it to get it right, so think hard. One….two…” he starts counting, making you tremble in charged desperation.

Yoongi has four knives in his nightstand. One kukri knife with a brown handle, which doesn’t open and close. His cousin gave it to him during one of their missions as teens. A small bowie knife you gave him for his birthday, it opens but was your second guess so you know it to be wrong. One of his customised daggers which opens with a press of a button and doesn’t sound that sharp. That leaves…

“…four and…five”, Yoongi finishes counting and releases your throat.

You gasp for air, arching your back from the rush of blood going back to your head. Yoongi caresses your sides until you calm down enough to talk.

“The black steel one. The s-spanto blade”, you croak.

“Good job, you guessed right”, he says, carrying a smile in his voice.

You bask in the praise with a fluttering heart, grinning proudly.

“It wasn’t even that hard”, you say, making him chuckle.

“Of course not”, he says, caressing your tummy. He moves down your body, dancing his hands down as well until he has your soft thighs under his fingertips. He kneads them, sitting right between your open legs.

You have already figured out by now what reward he was talking about, barely handling the anticipation.

“Fuck baby”, just the tone of his voice makes your pussy throb in desperation, “you’re fucking soaked”, he says and laughs lazily, eyes glued to your wet panties.

“What are you gonna do with me?” you ask him.

“Whatever the fuck I wanna do”, he answers you, hooking his fingers in the fabric just to tug it away from your body and use the blade to cut through it. He rips it off your other leg, throwing it behind himself without looking.

“Yoongi, I loved those panties”, you whine and whimper, chasing something. You have no idea what you were chasing. Maybe his hand, maybe the cold air on your pussy, maybe your lost panties. You just know that all you want to be is to be touched.

“I’ll buy you new ones, just want that pussy”, he dismisses you, lowering himself to you without warning.

You yelp up, almost smothering him if he wasn’t pinning down your hips, growling against your pussy as his lips are wrapped around your clit.

You hadn’t expected that. You expected him to play with you with his fingers, but not for him to bury his tongue between your folds.

“Holy fuck”, you croak out, tugging at the ropes with all you got, “fuck, holy fuck.”

Yoongi growls deeply, looking up at you with furrowed brows and his arms tensed from pinning you down. The rings are making such nice noises as you fight against them, your tits looks so pretty now that you are gasping for air. He knows that your eyes are squeezed shut behind that pretty blindfold, you always do that when he eats you out.

Yoongi is right. All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut and gasp for air. Having him worship your body with his blade left you so riled up. You didn’t even realise just how turned on he got you until he wrapped his lips around your clit. Hot and wet he sucks on the sensitive bundle of nerves until it is throbbing for a break. Yoongi gives it to you in the form of fast licks, the kind which shoots involuntary shakes through your thighs and which make those ropes around your ankles feel like torture. You want to close your legs, throw them over his shoulders, bend them by their knees. Anything other than forcing them to lie and shake without having any kind of control over them.

Yoongi tries to soothe some of that shaking with his hands running down your thighs, using his nails when he dances them back up again. It doesn’t help. It just makes it worse.

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive”, he growls, breaking away from your pussy. He lets the drool drop from his lips, covering your dripping pussy with it, “you’re shaking like crazy.”

You make an embarrassed sound, tugging at the ropes around your legs and failing to move. Yoongi chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That was adorable”, he taunts, sticking out his tongue to drag the flat of it through your folds. He starts at your soaked entrance and ends it at your swollen clit. He uses his entire head for it, repeating the movements while his hands pin down your hips again.

“Yoongi please”, you cry out, feeling chills all over your body. You arch your back as best as the ropes allow you to, soaking the blindfold with pearls of your tears.

“Cute” he moans, basking in the aggressive clench your pussy does. He knows that he’s got you close. He knows you. Knows every change your body does when he’s got his hands on it. He knows that a blade against your skin turns you on like nothing else and that he can get you there instantly when he decides to use his tongue on you. He’s a little disappointed that he already has to stop, lifting his head despite his tongue begging for another taste.

You writhe, fighting the ropes. Only now he sees the tears seeping through the blindfold, smiling darkly because of it.

“Please”, you beg, fighting the strong hold he has on your hips.

“What’s wrong?” he asks nonchalantly despite his own shaky breathing. He feels so fucking good when he gets you so riled up. It’s the only rush of power he truly needs.

“Something, g-give me something please.”

“Hm”, he hums and then his hands leave your body.

You listen with a dizzy head. He climbs down from the bed. What you hadn’t expected however, was Yoongi untying the knots on the leg hooks. You wiggle in the newfound freedom, gasping when this earns you his strong grip around your thighs.

“Stay still”, he hisses.

“What are you doing?”

“Making sure you don’t close your legs”, he says and forces your left leg to bend. He holds it into position by your shin, wrapping the rope around it and therefore securing the position.

You moan in excitement, bending your other leg already for him. You love this position so much.

“Good girl”, Yoongi praises, working diligently to make sure you are comfortable but also tied up right. He rounds the bed afterwards, loosening the tautness of your arm ties and grabbing a pillow. He returns to the foot end of the bed, pulling your body right to the end of it until the arm rings hook back into place.

You laugh out a moan, enjoying the manhandling with all your being.

“Hm”, Yoongi chuckles softly, lifting your butt just to place the pillow underneath it. Like this your hips are tilted just right to give him the best view of your pussy. 

He drags his palm down your inner thigh, resting it over your pussy. His pointer finger he flicks over your entrance, playing with your juices mindlessly. The desperation in your moans seem to leave him cold. 

"You've got the prettiest pussy, baby", he rasps, dancing his finger to your clit to trace her slowly, "I thought of you today. You and your pretty pussy got me faded, baby." 

"Yoongi please fuck me", you beg, feeling close to crying in desperation.

"I will", he says and pulls his hand away.

You are back to listening again. 

His belt opens. His zipper gets pulled down. Then the distinct sound of slacks being pulled down and hitting the floor. You can barely breathe in excitement. Finally. Fucking finally you’ll get his cock. It’s all you want. Nobody fucks like Yoongi does. You need it so bad.

He steps closer, lying his cock down over your pussy. He slaps it against your clit a few times, making you keen and writhe. 

"I can't wait to fill you up", he speaks slowly, letting you know with it that he is suffering from just as much desperation as you do. 

He spanks your clit one last time, dragging his cock down your pussy afterwards. One circle over your weeping entrance then he finally pushes inside, letting out a desperate grunt as he does. 

You whimper loudly, feeling your toes curl in pleasure. Yoongi fits like no other. The stretch is hot as fire, leaving you lightheaded and addicted to it. 

"Almost there baby, your pussy's taking me so well", he lulls, watching with blown-out pupils as his swollen cock sinks into you. You fit so perfectly around him, as if you were made for him. Just for him.

He bottoms out, furrowing his brows as he does. Wet, hot, tight. 

"Fuck I'm in", he presses out, "are you-' 

"Good", you interrupt him, "Yoongi", you moan your best moan, tugging at the ropes.

"Shit you’re so fucking sexy", he presses out and grips your hips to finally begin moving. He goes slow and makes sure to really draw out the movements, slipping out of you to the very tip of his cock until slipping back inside to the very base. He needs to make sure your pussy remembers the shape of him, while remembering the sensation of your wet walls himself. 

Your moans are like music to his ears. He answers them with whispered curses and throaty grunts, staying quieter for the sake of hearing you. Your sounds seriously get him off so good. 

He looks at his cock. It glistens in your pussy juices, veins swollen and skin dark from all the blood rushing through him. You are so fucking wet that you managed to dirty his pubes by now too. Good. He wants to be marked by you just as much as he wants to mark you. 

Yoongi spits on your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You giggle his name, making him smile his distinct lazy smirk. 

"Keep moaning for me, baby. Wanna hear how good I fuck you", he orders, picking up his spit with his thumb to use it on you. He rubs your clit slowly, timing the movements with his deep thrusts. 

"Fuck! Ah, Yoongi!" you moan loudly, arching your back as best as possible. It is a little difficult when your legs are tied and your arms are unable to move. But you still try because all you want to do is writhe. 

"Keep going baby. Moan my fucking name", he rasps, speeding up his hips in desperation. 

"Yoongi", you moan, "Yoongi, ah Yoongi!" 

He's got you trembling and clenching. Your pussy's so sensitive, his cock feels so huge because of it. His thumb is callused and the roughness of it almost feels too much. In the best way possible. His movements remind you just who gets you into such a state. He does. Only he can. Only Yoongi.

"So pretty. You sound so fucking pretty", he growls, "louder baby, louder. Let those bastards downstairs know who fucks you that well."

You totally forgot about everyone else. The moment you set foot in the bedroom, the rest of the organisation was gone from your mind. And now that he reminded you, all you want to do is tell the whole world who owes you to the core.

"Yoongi", you wail, "Yoongi! You fuck me so well. Yoongi!" 

"Fuck", he growls and grunts, fighting the urge to close his eyes, "good girl. Such a good fucking girl. You’re my best girl with the best fucking pussy."

He drills his cock into you, keeping you from slipping back with his strong hand twisted in your leg tie. You need the support, he makes sure of that by keeping up the rough rhythm. Like this his balls slap against your ass each time he is deep inside you. Like this you squeak like the prettiest little toy and your pussy sounds so goddamn wet that Yoongi has to look down at her again. 

It runs out of you and soaks the pillow, droplets of it are sticking to his dark pubes, his cock's tripping each time he pulls out. He can also feel it cover his balls, chasing the sensation with a circle of his hips each time he is buried to the base inside your wet, tight cunt. 

"Take me, fucking take me", Yoongi growls angrily, slamming into you with madness in his movements.

"Yoongi please don’t stop" you beg him, voice contorted in pleasure. The blindfold is so soaked from your tears, your head is pounding unbearably.

"No. I won’t. You belong to me. You should remember that", he spits, writing his name right against your g spot. He pulls out afterwards just to slam into you roughly, pulling you on his cock at the same time and making it feel twice as deep, "you're my pretty girl. Mine", he rasps, "wanna keep fucking your pretty, little pussy."

You are barely human at this point, praying for any kind of strength to keep you alive. Yoongi fucks like a madman tonight. Normally the job drains him way too much for fast fucks. On normal days you get slow and deep fucks or if you want to you can ride him stupid. So to have Yoongi rut into you like a crazy animal steals your sanity from you. Because Yoongi’s a goddamn natural in rough fucks. He just needs to be pissed enough for them, fueled by anger at the world and with boiling rage in his stomach. Only then Yoongi fucks fast and rough, using your pussy to punish his demons and wind down in the process.

You won’t ever complain. You love being his stress ball. That shit feels so fucking good to be. 

So good in fact that Yoongi’s next flick of his thumb forces a surprise high out.

"Yoongiii", you scream up, dragging out his last syllable as you shake out of control.

"Shit! Fuck!" Yoongi gasps loudly, hips stuttering in surprise, "shit baby, urgh fuck", he throws his head back, "so fucking tight." 

"Yoongi oh god, Yoongi please", you keen. You swear that a part of you dies in that high. And resurrects again a second later when Yoongi slips out of you solely to give your cunt the freedom to squirt all over the pillow. It seeps out of your well-fucked hole, soaking the fabric and own skin. 

"Good girl, that’s it. Squirt for me", he rasps, rubbing your overstimulated clit to force even the last drop out of you. 

"Yoongi please", you sob, crying the hottest tears. The ropes are way too strong, you can't fight them. Holy shit you are victim to his maddened touch if you wanted to or not, "please honey please ah.."

"It's okay baby, almost there. Almost there", Yoongi soothes you. He circles his thumb and forces those last two convulses out of you. They were terribly stubborn, almost making him believe that they would never want to come out. 

You wail and fight the ropes. Yoongi almost feels pity for you, but doesn’t. Not when your pussy looks so happy squirting for him. He is so obsessed with it. It’s the visual proof that only he can fuck you that well, that all those years with you made him an expert in your body. Yoongi feels invincible in those moments.

"Please", you barely get it out, trying to close your legs as best as possible.

"It's okay love. You’re already done", he says softly, abandoning your clit to caress your tummy instead, "see? It wasn’t that bad, was it?" 

"Yes it was", you whine, sobbing softly, "I'm, I’m so w-weak now." 

Yoongi chuckles, "adorable", he rasps, jerking off his cock lazily. 

"Don't laugh at me", you whine, "it's your fault."

"I know, I take the blame completely", he says, bending down just to kiss your tummy, "good job, baby. You’ve done so well", he whispers against your skin.

The praise makes you feel so fuzzy and happy. You did a good job. You were his best girl.

"Can I be rewarded?" you ask shyly.

"Rewarded?" Yoongi lifts his head to look at you.

You open your mouth and stick your tongue out. 

"Fuck yes", Yoongi full on moans, squeezing around the base of his cock, "I'm the luckiest fucking bastard, baby. You’re so goddamn perfect." 

He climbs on the bed behind your head, hovering his cock over your face. You can smell him so well like this. Sweet like your pussy and addicting like his cock. 

You tilt your head back, sticking your tongue out further. 

Yoongi curses and cups your cheek just to move your head into his prefered position. Seconds later you feel his cock glide into your mouth. He tastes like you and his own pleasure. Sweet and a little salty. It’s a nice combination because it tastes like a good and satisfying fuck. 

"That's it", he rasps and sucks in air through his teeth, "fuck", he releases it again.

Yoongi keeps holding your face, using his other hand to support his cock. He rocks back and forth slowly, watching in delight as your lips move around his girth. 

"Good girl, the best girl", he rasps and scrunches his nose in bliss, "fuck baby." 

You moan around his cock, basking in the sensations like a hungry animal. You love getting your face fucked by your husband. His cock tastes so goddamn good. 

He laughs lazily and rolls his hips deeper, hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. You whimper happily, welcoming him with a tingling stomach. 

"So good, that’s so good", he lulls with a dizzy head. 

His fingers slip from your face to trace your throat instead. He feels it bulge each time he bottoms out, basking in the sensation of your gag and the happy moan that follows. He can feel his balls rub against your face, cursing them for being so goddamn heavy and sensitive. If they weren’t, he wouldn't have to shiver each time he feels your nose against them or the softness of the blindfold. 

You moan around him again, throat tight and wet and oh so warm. 

"Seriously", he hisses, eyes falling closed, "I'm close baby", he croaks out and finally moans. He doesn’t care that he overshadows your sounds. He feels them around his cock nonetheless and he needs to let those sounds out before he goes insane. Holding back as he fucked your pussy was bearable but not this. Not fucking your face. It feels like fucking paradise and Yoongi needs to moan.

Somehow you seem to begin meeting his movements because of his moans, sucking on his cock as if your life depended on it. Your husband has the sexiest voice, crafted especially for moans. You love when he lets go and lets them out.

"I'm really fucking close", he croaks, breath trembling and throat rattling in a deep moan. He is throbbing inside you, dripping down your throat. Every movement feels like sweet torture, his balls are so fucking tight that he could explode. 

You encourage him with a sweet moan, sending the vibrations of it all through his body. You need his cum so bad.

"Baby", Yoongi growls loudly and pulls out just to fucking abuse his cockhead with rapid jerks of his hand, "baby now", he moans deliciously, thrusting his hips against nothing as his cock squirts all over your face. He is shaking like crazy, head thrown back and cock fucking his own hand. 

You love this so much, welcoming the warm facial with your tongue sticking out and your eyes producing happy tears. 

Yoongi comes down with a graphic curse, slacking and falling on his butt right behind you. 

"Holy shit", he croaks, panting heavily. 

You mewl and tilt your head back. With one lick your lips are cleaned. You swallow happily, making Yoongi purr deeply.

"You're so sexy", he rasps, "fuck baby, give me a moment. I'll free you." 

Yoongi opens your hand ties first, soothing your wrists with soft kisses. 

"Good girl", he praises, “does anything hurt, baby?”

“No, it’s just a little sore, but it’s not bad.”

“Okay. I’ll massage them for you later, promise”, he says, kissing each of your wrists once more before moving on to your legs. 

He cuts through the ropes. That's what he does. He uses the knife to cut the ropes and it is glorious.

"Really? Again?" you laugh, "we lost so much rope already because of you.”

"I'm too lazy. I can’t be bothered", he says in a chuckle, helping you move your legs to stretch them out and get them relaxed again.

"Mhhm honey, that’s nice", you sigh. 

"That's good. You did really well with the ties", he praises, setting your legs down so they were tangling over the edge of the bed. 

He pulls the ruined pillow from under you, throwing it on the ground.

"That one's ruined", he says.

"It's your fault", you throw back, making him chuckle.

"I know, I don’t feel guilty", he says, pulling you into a sitting position to take off your blindfold. 

You have to blink a few times to get used to the new freedom. When his face finally appears out of the blurriness, he is smiling. He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears away. 

"You cried."

"It felt so good", you answer him, making his eyes soften.

"My pretty girl", he whispers, tilting your head up for a sweet kiss.

You feel so giddy, melting in his hands like a chocolate drop in the sun. 

Yoongi breaks the kiss just to continue gazing at you. 

"Thank you", he whispers.

"For what?" you whisper back, holding his waist.

"For taking my mind off of today. I seriously wanted to set the whole world on fire."

"Don't. You know I’m always here when you need me", you say, making his eyes sparkle in adoration.

"And I'm here whenever you need me, baby. You can count on me. You know that, don’t you?" he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"I know", you promise him, reaching up to twist his hair just to make sure he doesn’t leave, "I know baby, I know."

Yoongi nods his head and caresses your temples, letting you know that he is so, so grateful for everything you do but most of all for your existence.

"Fuck", he exhales deeply, "now all I gotta do is go down and face them. Shit, I don’t wanna. I don’t know what to tell them."

"Then don’t. Take a bath with me, let me take a look at the cuts and forget about them for tonight. Sleep. Rest. I promise you'll think of something. There's still tomorrow." 

"I guess you’re right."

"I'm always right", you say, making him chuckle and peck your forehead. 

"You're lucky I love you", he whispers with a smile.

"I love you too", you say with a grin, standing up just to pull him into a kiss as you guide him to the ensuite bathroom.

And Yoongi follows gladly, forgetting all about the messy future waiting for him tomorrow. 

[wolfjackle-creates]

How about Tim Drake and Danny Fenton with 7 and/ 54!

7. Trapped in a room/closet/elevator

54. Kidnapping

Well, doesn't that just give ideas. I'm going with Tim POV on this one.

Word Count: 1.6k

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Tim came back to awareness with the feeling of ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles and the absence of a mask on his face. He was tied to a very uncomfortable chair.

His head hurt, but more like a hangover than physical trauma so he must've been drugged. Where had he been?

The museum, that's right. He'd been at the museum. There'd been a class of out-of-state high school students visiting and they were acting strange. Bruce sent him to check up on them, make sure they were who they'd said they were.

Without moving, he mentally checked his body. Nothing to be alarmed by. Maybe a new bruise or two and his wrists and ankles would be sore. He was wearing his shirt and pants, but his shoes and socks had been removed along with any of his possessions.

So he let himself focus on the rest of the room. An arrhythmic tapping sound was coming from just a few feet away. But his head was still foggy from whatever he'd been drugged with and he couldn't figure out what it was.

He couldn't hear anything else.

So he let himself moan slightly and shifted his weight as if he was only just waking up. He opened his eyes slightly and didn't bother hiding the wince of pain at the light from the bare bulb that hung from the ceiling.

"Hey, cool! You're awake!" exclaimed someone. They sounded young.

Tim looked over and saw a boy about his own age also tied to a chair. The tapping noise had been him rocking back and forth on his toes. The room they were in was small, more of a closet really. About five feet by five feet and shelving had clearly only been removed recently. The door had no window. No way to know how long he'd been out.

"Where are we?" asked Tim. "What happened?" Tim narrowed his eyes against the light and looked closer. The kid looked familiar, where had he seen him?

"You okay?" the kid asked.

"Killer headache. Better than a concussion, I guess, but these drugs, man. Did they not get you with them?" And then he placed the kid, he'd been part of the group he'd been following.

The boy shrugged. "Things like that usually wear off for me pretty quickly. I'm Tim. Who're you? This your first kidnapping?"

"I— What? I'm Tim."

"Huh, cool. We have the same name. They kidnapped us because my dad's Bruce Wayne and they want ransom. When they found two boys of a similar age with black hair and blue eyes in the museum, they took us both rather than waste time figuring out who was who."

And suddenly it made sense what this kid was doing. He was trying to trick them into thinking he was Tim. Perhaps so Tim could escape or just to sow confusion. Tim shook his head and winced when that just caused throbbing pain. "What are you talking about? I'm Tim Drake, adopted son of Bruce Wayne."

"Dude, why are you lying? We both know I'm Tim."

"You're the liar," he shot back. He couldn't let a civilian take the fall for him.

But before their argument could continue to cycle, the door banged open, making the pounding in Tim's head worse. Two men stood there: one holding a gun, the other a phone. Most likely he was videotaping them. Both of them wore more guns and knives openly.

"Look like Sleeping Beauty's finally awake," sneered the one holding the phone.

Tim pretended to be afraid as was protocol for civilian kidnappings. "Who are you? What do you want?"

His companion, however, did not seem to get the memo. "You'd better let us go right now or you will regret it."

"Looks like we've got a feisty one on our hands, eh?" asked Gun-kidnapper.

"Smile at the camera, boys, we'll be sending this to Daddy Wayne. Better pray he pays up. Otherwise worse'll happen."

"Worse than what?" demanded his companion. "I've been in detentions worse'n this."

"Shut up!" hissed Tim.

"You better listen to your pal, boy, because you just volunteered for our first demonstration," said Phone-kidnapper. "Hear that, Brucie? We're gonna shoot your boy, or maybe not your boy. And you'll pay us the demanded ransom if you don't want us to do it again. Every half hour you delay, we'll put another bullet in one of these boys."

Without delay, Gun-kidnapper raised his weapon and shot. But he missed as Tim's companion managed to get enough leverage to knock his chair over.

Not that it was enough to stop the kidnapper who simply shot again. And this time he didn't miss. Tim watched as blood quickly began dripping from the boy's thigh onto the floor. At least his position on the floor meant it was elevated.

The two kidnappers laughed before leaving.

"Shit, are you okay? Why'd you do that?" Tim pulled at his bonds. The other boy needed medical attention ASAP. Worth using some of his Robin Training to help out the brave, idiotic kid.

The kid chuckled through clenched teeth. "I've had worse, it's fine."

"Worse? That's a gunshot wound!"

"And last Tuesday, I was hit by a spear and lasers, bit by a vulture, and punched through a wall over the span of, like, four hours."

That gave Tim pause. If that was true, and he seemed oddly unconcerned about a bullet wound for it not to be, he was clearly not a normal teen. "Who are you?"

The boy grinned. "I told you, I'm Tim Drake! Now, do you trust me?"

"Trust you to do what?" Tim had almost gotten one hand free.

"We're getting out of here, Timbuk-two."

Before Tim could blink, the kid did...something...and all his bonds fell away. Then he lunged at Tim, pushing him out of the chair and into the wall. They came through into what looked like an average Gotham warehouse.

Tim bit his tongue as they continued flying through the wall and ended up outside. It was still daytime, but dusk was getting close.

"What the hell?" whispered Tim. "You're a meta?"

"Not exactly, but close enough. I'm Danny. I can keep us invisible and intangible, but I can't block sound. So only speak when needed. Want to figure out who these guys are or leave?"

"You need to get medical attention. Much as I want to know who these guys are, we're leaving."

"I'm fine! I've had worse."

Tim looked down from where they were floating and noted the blood dripping to the ground. "Dude, you're bleeding. We're leaving."

That seemed to knock Danny out of it. "Oops. Suppose you're right. Where should we go?"

"There's a doctor in crime alley who treats everyone. She won't talk about your meta status and she'll be able to contact Bruce for me to let him know we're out."

Danny hesitated a moment before asking, "Can you promise she won't talk? Because there're people who'd like nothing more than to strap me down and cut me open to figure out how I work."

"Fly a few buildings over and land on a roof so I can get a tourniquet on your leg. Are those the same people who hurt you last Tuesday?"

Danny did as directed. "Believe it or not, no. That guy wants me to be his son."

Once the landed, Danny let him go. "What the fuck?" Tim patted himself down hoping that the kidnappers had left him with anything useful only to sigh. He'd have to make do with his shirt.

"I know. He's a total fruitloop. Nah, it's the government that wants to vivisect me. And a few others, but I think they'd stop once they realized who I am." Danny looked him up and down. "But it looks like you might have a story or two to tell as well."

"You are going to tell me everything, Danny," said Tim as he set about tearing his shirt into strips. "Bruce would totally take you in if you need a safe place to stay. Especially after you helped me escape."

"And what can you do about it? There's laws that make experimentation on people like me legal."

That made Tim pause in what he was doing, but only for a minute. "If that's true, I happen to be friends with two very good investigative journalists who would love to do a series of articles. They've a good track record of getting unjust laws overturned."

Danny didn't say anything for a moment and Tim looked over at him. It seemed like he was actually contemplating the offer. "Really? I'll want proof before I talk. And I'll need to reach out to some friends for a second opinion."

"Only sensible. Okay, this is as good as I'm gonna get it. I'm going to bandage your leg now."

"Just do it."

Looking at the wound, Tim could see the bullet hadn't passed through Danny's thigh but had seemed to have fallen out. Perhaps when he'd density-shifted them? But then why did their clothes remain intact? He'd have to ask later. Instead, he focused on making a bandage and tourniquet out of the strips of his shirt.

"Okay, that's as good as it's going to get. How high can you fly?"

"Higher than you can breathe."

"I see. Well, fly us up a bit so I can figure out where we are in the city, then I'll give you directions to Leslie's clinic."

"Will do!"

With how well Tim knew the streets of Gotham from the sky, it was the work of moments to get his bearings and fifteen minutes later, they were using the back entrance to Leslie's clinic.

A week later, Wayne Manor had a new resident and Clark Kent and Lois Lane published their first joint article on the Anti-Ecto acts.

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I honestly went into this one without a plan, something I usually hate doing. But I like how it turned out! Let me know what y'all think.

I've one more prompt to fill which should happen by the end of the week. Still accepting new ones, but the turn around will be a bit longer I'm afraid.

[aliveinacoffin]

AHH I LOVE UR FICS SO SO MUCH ❤️❤️ COULD U DO MAYBE A SMALL FIC OF A FEW CHARACTERS LIKE HOW THEY WOULD ACT AS UR BF? MAYBE LIKE IZUKU,BAKUGO,KIRISHIMA,AIZAWA, DENKI,PRESENT MIC, IDK UP TO U! WHATEVER CHARACTERS ARE EASIEST! THANK UU 💗💗💗

AAA OFF OFC, I LOVE YOUUU, I decided to do all because I'm a people pleaser \^-^/

My Hero Academia Imagines

"Your Boyfriend"

How would these characters act as your boyfriend? What are their quirks and flaws? How do they act on those lazy Sundays? How do they talk about you to others?

Izuku - First date

Izuku Midoriya is such a nervous man when it comes to dating

When you two became friends, he was just fine around you

But when he realized he liked you, he reverted to that blushing, melting stuttering mess of a teenage boy

Even if he was an adult, he'd revert back to his teenage habits

While dating you, he'd think he was constantly he was doing something wrong or not doing enough, sometimes even thinking he was too much

Poor boy didn't know much about romantic relationships and would get insecure

It would take him a while for him to open up, embarrassed about his naivety.

Likes PDA, but doesn't go overboard: Handholding, pecks, and hugs

Anything more leaves him blushing and stumbling over himself

He confesses before you two can go on a date, and after figuring out your relationship he'll shyly ask you out on a dinner date because that's what they're supposed to do, right?

Was it obvious he didn't know what he was doing?

-A ringing from your phone gets your attention, and you pull away from getting ready to check your phone. When you flipped your device over, you smiled at the contact name. 'Izuku<;3'. For the past couple of months, you and the green-haired boy had been dating. The other week, he must've realized that he hadn't taken you out on a date, so he very apologetically asked you out. Without a shred of hesitance, you accepted. "Hey, Izu." You greeted. "Hi! Um, are you ready?" Izuku's voice was slightly shakey, nerves getting the better of him. "Yup! Are you here already?" You walked over to your window, peeking out the window. You smiled at his small form standing awkwardly in front of your home. "Yes, I hope I didn't come too early." You saw him adjusting his tie, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet. "You're alright, I'll be down in just a sec. By the way, you look cute in your suit." You laughed, pressing your warm face against the cold glass. Izuku hummed in confusion and jumped when he looked up to see you. He waved at you, and you returned the gesture. Quickly, you grabbed your shoes and raced down to the front door, hurriedly putting them on while you opened the door. Izuku's blush deepened when he took in the sight of you, absolutely enamored by your beauty. "You look handsome." You complimented him, and he was just frozen on the spot. "Y-you look stunning! You always look beautiful, but just tonight you're so pretty, not that you usually aren't-its just-" You cut him off, pressing gentle fingers to his rambling mouth. "I understand, thank you." You tipped towards him and gave his a chaste kiss, heading towards his car. He hurriedly followed after you, holding the door open for you before he got in the driver's seat. You both made light conversation on the way to the restaurant, you trying to ease his nerves and him rambling. When you arrived at the destination, your eyes widened in surprise and wonder. It was the nicest restaurant in all of Japan, reservations were almost impossible to get unless you were literally made of money. "Izuku Midoriya, how much did you spend?" You gaped at him, now it was your turn to be in shock. He shook his head, grabbing your arm to lead you to the entrance. "Don't worry about it. Anything is worth it for you." Izuku smiled brightly, his smile so wide and bright it almost blinded you. A fancy-looking waiter scattered you to a very nice table, surrounded by decorations and people that just screamed money. The rest of the dinner he wasn't as nervous, he was blushing the entire time, but you could hold a real conversation with him. When he drove you home from the dinner he paid for, (despite your many protests) he stopped you before you could reach your door. He ran to the back of his car and pulled out a bouquet of roses and a teddy bear in your favorite color. "Izuku." Your eyes softened, and he tentatively stepped up to you. "I wanted to give these to you at the start, but I thought it'd be better to surprise you at the end." Izuku admitted while he tried to hide his head in his shoulder. You grabbed his face and pressed your lips against his. He was surprised at first but quickly melted into the sweet kiss. You pulled back, hands cupping his face while you two just gazed at each other silently. The moment was beautiful, he was lit by your porch light, highlighting him against the dark night sky, he was your light in the darkness. Izuku knew it was too late for him, the night casting you in a shadow, giving you a beautiful halo. You were his angel, sent from heaven up above. "Best first date ever." You smiled at him, and he just pulled you in for another kiss.

Bakugo - Better Than Anyone

Katsuki Bakugo who doesn't realize his feelings for you at first

Someone else has to point out his own damn feelings, which he denied to no end at first

'If you don't like them, why are you making their favorite meal right now?'

He may or may not have blasted them away, now thoroughly pissed off

He would never like anyone, they'd just get in the way of his dreams

Plus, you were too weak for him anyway, you could never be on his level!

So why was he making your favorite meal at eight AM for you to take to for lunch later?

Why was he texting you to make sure you ate, what time you got out, what your schedule was

Whatever, it was nothing! Just something he did to make sure your dumbass ate

It took you almost dying for him to realize how much of a dumbass he was, and he immediately told you to go out with him

Yeah, told you

Thankfully you agreed, and quickly your relationship grow and form

He already talked about you a lot before, but now it was ten times worse

It seemed like he was shit-talking you, but don't be fooled by his cruel words

-"What the hell did you just say." Katsuki Bakugo growled. His shoulder hunched over and teeth gritted while he loomed over the offending person. A new intern at his agency, some random high schooler from that shitty hero school in the west. They were now cowering in their chair, hands gripping the sides as they tried to sink into it. "I-I was just agreeing with you, sir. Your partner seems to be very annoying-" They stuttered, now panicking. "You don't know anything of my partner, you little shit. If you ever talk shit about them again, I will personally make sure you never become a hero." His thick gloved hands now caging them in, face dark and scary as he threatened the young student. "Y-y-yes sir!" They squealed and managed to run away from his terrifying form. Katsuki glared at their fleeting form, fists clenched at his sides. A hand found it way to his shoulder, and he mean mugged the offender. Eijiro was giving him a nervous smile, more concerned than anyone else. Katsuki shrugged him off and started to stalk off. Katsuki internally groaned when he heard the other man's footsteps catching up to him. "What?" He snapped, and Eijiro just gave him a face. "What was that about, man?" He asked, hand pointing behind him. The other man just growled and glared at anyone who met his gaze. "They were talking shit about my partner. I'm not going to allow that." He replied as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Katsuki expected Eijiro to readily agree with him, to say something about how it was the 'manly thing to do' or some shit. Instead, the words that left his mouth made Katsuki stop and slowly turn to him "Yeah, but so were you?" At those words, Katsuki blew up. Literally. "The fuck I was?!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, "I love my dumbass of a partner! They may be stupider than shit, but they're better than everyone in this building combined!" Katsuki's shouting continued, his blasts getting more and more violent. Eijiro backed up, hands raised in the air in defense. "Hey man, I was just saying!-" "Well then shut the fuck up!" Over time, everyone in the office would realize just how important you were to the angry man.

Kirishima - Your Friends Too

Eijiro Kirishima who would be kinda oblivious to his feelings for you

He genuinely wouldn't question why his heart would race around you, why he felt so hot and nervous all the time, or why he would consistently check up on you

When you two started dating, you realized he was oblivious to a lot of things

He'd always have this need to protect you, and it was annoying at first, but you knew he was just trying to love you

Eijiro knew his friends could be a lot, and would try to introduce you to them

If you were the shy type you'd be immediately overwhelming with their large personalities and volume

If you were extroverted, you'd feel left out with their numerous inside jokes

He wouldn't notice that you were uncomfortable, and it would take you or someone else saying something to notice

-"And then!-" Mina tried to say between laughs, doubling over while holding her stomach. "When your foot got stuck in the goo! Like the time when you got caught in melted tarmac! Or when-" Mina kept going, everyone else joining in on her rumbustious laughter. Eijiro was practically doubled over, tugging on your arm while he gasped for breath. All the while, you just stood there fake giggling to at least feel included. The conversation had started how their day went and then turned to all the crazy and silly stories they had gone through as heroes. You job hopped, constantly switching between one profession to another while trying to find the one. But even with your extensive job history, being a Pro Hero was not on the list, and there was no comparison you had to that job. The closest one was a cop, which you had never had, of course. So you stood there awkwardly listening in to their history they all shared. Hell, even Bakugo was smiling fondly at the loud group, seemingly happy as well. "Aww, babe, I'm sorry. You just had to be there." Eijiro stood back up fully, wiping a tear from his eye while rubbing your shoulder in reassurance. It did nothing to sooth the ache in your chest and the tight feeling in your throat. "It's alright, I understand." You said, trying to brush off the negative feeling. Your smile was fake so as not to show you disappointment. Still, you were quiet the rest of the outing. At home, Eijiro questioned why you had turned mute during the impromptu hang out. "It's just, they're you're friends Eij, they're not mine. We have no common interests, and I can't relate to your stories." You admitted, sadness pricking the corner of your eyes. Humiliation filled you at such a childish feeling. "Babe, I'm so sorry you felt that way." He was at your side at an instant, strong arms enveloping you. "I never want you to feel that way. My friends are your friends, they really like you. Even Kats likes you! And he doesn't like anyone." You both laughed together, and he grabbed your hand. "Tell me if that happens so we can include you more, 'kay?" He kissed your cheek and squeezed you tight. "Thank you." You whispered, voice teeming with emotion. "Of course."

Aizawa - Lazy Sundays Are My Favorite

It's not that Shouta Aizawa doesn't want a relationship

He just doesn't have the time

He has two jobs that take up both night and day

But somehow, along the way, he found you

And it didn't matter what time it was with you, as long as he had you he was okay

Shouta isn't one for big fancy dates or grand gestures

Hes definitely words of affirmation and quality time kinda guy

He secretly loves praise and love just existing with his loved one

Most of all, he values you above anyone, and everyone teases him and calls him whipped

-You groaned, tugging Shouta closer to you. You could feel his strong fingers trying to pry you away, but your grip was unrelenting. "Just stayyy." You whined, pushing your head into his neck. His dark hair tickled your face, but you stayed persistent. "I have a meeting, let go." Shouta sighed, still trying to tug you away all the while attempting to sit up. "It's not mandatory." You peeled open your tired eyes, vision blurry while you tried to look into his dark eyes. "Please? I've missed you. It's been so long since we've had a day together." And it was true, it had been weeks since both you and Shouta had even just one day where neither of you had work. You barely had dinner together, let alone breakfast and lunch. Shouta called your name softly, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. You softened your grip but still continued to stare at him. "I know, but I'd rather learn what's going on first-hand than relying on Kayama or Hizashi." Shouta finally pushed himself up, sitting on the side of the bed while he rubbed sleep out of his bloodshot eyes. "I'll be back before lunch, I promise." He said and turned around when his response was met with silence. "You say that all the time, and then something comes up, and then you're not even home at dinner." You said while playing with your hands, too emotional to look in his face. Shouta was going to shoot something back, how his job was important, or that you can't be so emotional, it comes with the job. But really, when was the last time you both had breakfast together? Or lunch or even dinner? How long had he been able to take a break with his spouse and just watch trash TV while doing nothing. Shouta got up with a grunt and left to go into the bathroom. He heard your disappointed sigh while he left, and it made his dromach twist in guilt. He picked up his phone and dialed his boss, "Shouta? Will you be able to make it?"No, I've got a stomach bug or something. And I can't make it into work tomorrow either, I've got a family emergency." Shoutas voice was blank, leaving no room for lies or argument. "Ah, I see. Well, I'm just glad you're spending more time with your partner!" With that, the little mouse hung up, and Shouta stared at his voice in muted shock. He shrugged and walked out of the bathroom and crawled into bed. Shouta tugged on your curled up form, pulling you into him. He pressed kisses up and down your neck, and you jolted at the feeling. "Sho? I thought you that meeting?" You turned around and faced him. He shook his head, "They'll be fine without me for a day. I also got tomorrow off." You smiled, and pulled him into your chest. "Thank you." "Of course, I missed just spending time with you."

Denki - Anything With You

Denki Kaminari who subtly hits on every girl in all his classes/that he meets

You miss all the shots you don't try, right?

Well, when you reject him the first time, he'd usually give up and move on

But he doesn't

Instead, he pestered you until you gave in

And by that time, it was too late

He was madly in love with you and would spend all of his time with you if he could

If you like video games, great! He'll find all the two player/multi-player games for you two

If you like movies, he'll sit down and watch all your favs and more

The list goes on

But what if you like something mundane and 'boring'?

Something that would leave the electric man all wound up with excess energy?

-"Baaabe? What'cha doinnnn?" You heard your boyfriend's voice call out to you from somewhere in the depths of your home. For the past year or so, you two have been living together in bliss. The weekends were a time you both had together. You didn't go to a fancy hero school like him, so your climb to the top was slow. Not that you wanted to, though. The life of a billboard hero seemed stressful, so you were content with being a local hero. On the other hand, Denki often had his week loaded with the work of a pro, so you understood that he was out most days. So, most weekends were your downtime to just relax around one another. Usually, Denki played games with his online or irl friends, and you read out in the book nook. Content with just each other's presence, but when you heard the padding of his feet come closer to you, you knew he had a devious idea planned. He called out to you, and you marked the page of the book you were currently reading to look up at his bright form. "Whatcha doin'?" He rolled back and forth, hands clasped behind his back. "I'm readin' Denki. What are you doing?" You smiled all the while looking at him with suspicion. "Nothing." He crawled up beside you, snuggling into your side. "Will you read to me?" You made a surprised face, but you couldn't resist his puppy dog eyes while he pulled you closer to him. "I'm really far into the book. You might be confused, but....yeah, I will." True to your promise, you continued to read but aloud this time. After a paragraph or two, he seemed to grow restless. He started to play with your hair, then moved to pulling threads of the plush cushions, and just couldn't stay still in one position. "Denki? Are you alright?" You questioned, confused at his restless state. "Yeah! I'm just...fidgety, I'm sorry." Denki immediately stopped his movements and sat up, his attention now one hundred percent on you. "It's alright, you just don't seem very interested." You replied, mouth pulling to the side in a neutral motion. "It's not that! I just, I want to spend more time with you, and I know you're not super into video games, so I thought if you read to me then it'd be cool, but I just can't stay still. I'm sorry." His shoulders were hunched down, and he looked genuinely apologetic and sad. "No, it's alright, I should've figured someone so active would be bored by this." He perked up at your words and was about to protest before you cut him off. "Why don't I just read in your gaming room? Body double with you?" You asked, open to the idea. Denki immediately shot up at the idea, turning into an excited puppy. "Hell yeah!" He shot up and dragged you by the hand to his room. Later, he'd show his gratitude with cuddles and kisses.

Hizashi - Working Days

Hizashi Yamada works a lot

For an easygoing and loose guy, he really does have a shit ton of work

He tries to make time for you, he really does

He did warn you before you started dating that his job(jobs) were important

He wasn't just a celebrity pro, no, he did pro work, on top of being a radio host, on top of being the head of director for the emergency broadcasting system and the director for all hero communications, on top of being a teacher

So yeah, he had his work cut out for him with four fucking full jobs

Least to say he was exhausted most of the time

He made as much time for you as he could, he really tried and he really loved you

He just worked, literally everyday

He tried to be as attentive as he could be, but being as hyper and stretched thin as he was

He was forgetful

-"Hizashi." You called out to him from the kitchen. "Hizashi?" You called out again when you were met with silence. You peeked out from the kitchen, trying to search for him in the early hours of the morning. Suddenly, he burst out of the darkness, and you wanted to laugh at the hilarity of him. Hizashi was hopping around, trying to put his leather pants on while trying to lace his shoes and trying to brush his teeth. "Amor, stop." You laughed, putting two hands on his exposed chest. He looked up at you and mumbled a response through a toothbrush and toothpaste. "One thing at a time, remember?" You leaned down to tie his shoes for him, and Hizashi continued to scrub angrily at his teeth. You continued to dress him, pulling up his pants and butting his shirt. When you made eye contact again, you kissed his cheek. Hizhashi then rushed to the kitchen and spit out the foam. "Thank you love, he pressed a toothpaste-y kiss to your cheek, and you rubbed it away. "I made you lunch and breakfast." You whispered, voice still croaky from last night's dreams. "Oh, thank you so much, I don't have time this morning to prep, and I didn't last night." He rubbed his mouth clean and disappeared to the bathroom to finish his hair. You sighed in disappointment, feeling a little sad at the thought Hizashi might’ve forgotten what day it was. Today would mark three years of your relationship and two years of living together. You sighed and turned back into the kitchen to reflect over to the empty sink. You knew Hizashi was a busy man. The money he made from his jobs was enough to show for it. You just wished he had more time for you, but most importantly, for him. No one knew he had dark eyebags. The concealer he wore every day hid his exhaustion. The coffee and energy drinks he basically lived off of hid his sluggish nature. Truly, he was a living, breathing facade. If it weren't for you, you weren't even sure he would even eat. You heard him rush out the bathroom again, adorning his usual get-up. You met him at the doorway, swaying with sleep. Usually, you didn't even get up before ten, but for him, you got up at five to make sure he got out in time. Hizashi kissed you, and the both of you stayed there for just a moment. He pulled back and looked into your eyes. "Swing by for lunch, alright? I have a surprise for you." He smiled, and even though you couldn't see the crinkle of his eyes, the sound of his mouth growing wider assured you it was real. "Okay." And with one last kiss, he left. Later in the day, when you did infant, swing by, you were greeted by cherry blossoms and the whole of UA lining up to greet you. At the end of the line, where students and staff threw the sweet leaves at you, was your darling boyfriend. Hizashi said your name with such emotion that it made you tear up. "I've loved you the moment I saw you, and I knew you had to be mine the second you opened your mouth. All these years, you've stayed by my side through hell and back. So, in honor of our three year anniversary, I wanted to ask you an important question. Will you marry me?" Bursting into tears, you babbled your answer. Even though Hizashi's work schedule was hellish, you knew he'd stick by your side no matter what. Every opportunity he tried to spend time with you, and he was always an adoring and attentive husband. Willing to do whatever you wanted, whenever. So, the answer came easy to you. "Yes!"

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This took,,,,so long LMAO I was in the middle of a miguel fic and I got this request and I was like awww. This was a BEAST. Writing fics on mobile is a B.I.T.C.H, plus YELLOW DOESNT FUCKING EXSISY ON HERE SO I COULDNT COLOR DENKIS STUFF but anyways,,, here yalls go

edit;; fixed the missing yellow now that I'm home

[howyouloveyourdragon]

could you maybe do some yandere alpha daenerys x brat omega reader please with some NSFW please as i see you havent writen for her yet.

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖘 : 𝖘𝖍𝖊/𝖍𝖊𝖗 (𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔦𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔦𝔡𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔰𝔬 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔰𝔥𝔢/𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔦 𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔞𝔱𝔬𝔪𝔶)

( 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 : 𝔡𝔢𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫, 𝔫𝔣𝔰𝔴, 𝔶𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔱, 𝔰𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔭𝔥𝔶𝔰𝔦𝔠𝔞𝔩 𝔳𝔦𝔬𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔢, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔢 ) 𝖕.𝖘 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔶𝔰 𝔞𝔰k 𝔦 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔯

𝐃𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 against the back of your thigh and glared at the man opposite her. You had been in her care since she was married to the Khal and she did not intend to give you up. You sighed loudly beside her and fidgeted irritably. She grit her teeth and squeezed your thigh. "With all respect," She began, voice clear and commanding. "I already have a betrothed." The man scoffed and Tyrion nudged her. "You will have to marry someday," He hisses. "And to pass your children a throne you need to have one. This is a family that can offer you ships and legions worth of weaponry." Daenerys glared down at him. "And just as I told him, I am to marry someone far superior." Tyrion tried not to let his aggression get the better of him. "Who?" He demanded. She pushed you toward him and raised her brows. His own furrowed. "A wo-?" "An omega." She spat to which his face raised in surprise and horror intermingled. "But one has not been seen–" "Until now as was prophesied. I am the prince that was promised I assure you that she belongs to me." Her tone had turned dark and shot tendrils of madness from her lips. He backed down and gave a grave glance to his fellow lords. Jon shared a nervous glance with his sisters before looking back down. Daenerys' alpha stature held strong over their heads as she reminded them. Her face turned to look at you, narrowing her eyes at your distasteful expression. Your lips pouted and curled while you slouched improperly in your dutiful seat beside her though she stood.

"Cersei has–" Daenerys' gaze cut back onto him. "I am the rightful Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and I will not have myself sold for alliances so easily made. I have garnered my soldiers with respect and strength. I will not sacrifice myself to such slander." Without any other backlash she dismissed them and turned her harsh eyes onto her beloved. "What were you thinking?" She asked calmly, annoyance seeping through only lightly. You were always so good for her, why were you acting out? She ran her fingers over your arm as she lowered into a seat and tugged you onto her lap despite the resistance. You huffed. Daenerys' eyes flashed to look at you carefully. She wrapped a tight enclosed fist around your hair, triggering a low whine. "Answer me." She demanded, rocking your head gently back and forth. "What," Her breath fanned over you. "were you thinking about?" "You." You finally answered in shaky breaths, a moan dropping from your lips when she leant closer. She began to smirk in pride. "What about me?" She mocked, voice raising to a teasingly high pitch. Her fingers dipped under your dress, dragging another moan from you. "Always my perfect girl, huh? What happened to my good omega, still made for me?" Her index rolled slow circles over your clit–too slow. She halted abruptly when your voice was starting to sound helpless. "Answer your Queen." She commanded harshly, delivering a resounding slap to your cunt. An excited whimper came from you as you closed your eyes. "Was thinking about you taking me like you told me," You're cut off by your own whines as she begins to roll your clit between her fingers. "Good girl...go on." She utters in quiet praise. "Keep telling me what'll happen but never do." Your groan is emitted as she stops once more and raises the same hand to slap against your face. "Look at me." She demands, regal presence permeating. You shake your head only for her to slap you again, careful not to hit too hard. When you obey, she clasps your jaw and stares into your eyes. "You want to be my whore do you? My silly little whore. I am here offering marriage, wealth, titles and all your stupid little brat brain can comprehend is the fucking I'm going to give you. You just want to carry my heirs don't you?" She scoffs meanly and ignores your cry for attention. Her grip on your hair strengthens. She bobs your head back and forth through the air.

"Please." You moan. Her fingers dance along your lower stomach. "Only obedient girls get rewarded. The longer this war goes on, the longer you wait so be good and stop pushing me." To emphasise her point she delivers a blow to your hip and pushes you abruptly to kneel before her. She moans once your face is pressed snug against her heat. "Tongue." Daenerys ruts across your face, holding in the gasp when your nose makes contact with her clit. Your tongue is desperate as it flicks into her cunt. She throbs against you Daenerys refuses to relinquish her hold entangled in your hair even when yelp at a pull too hard, she only berates you. "Don't even know what you want do you?" She mocks, pushing your face even closer. Her hand reluctantly lets go as she wraps her thighs around your head and pushes against you. "Acting like a whore rather than my wife." She tuts, a low growl of pleasure escaping narrowly. Your tongue roams her and you're suddenly brought back to the evening before, how her hand played and teased you under the table until you were whining and begging her for more but as always, she didn't take kindly to insolence. The loud slaps that struck your behind as she drove your face into the pillows. Vibrations shot through Daenerys' clit as a moan escaped from you unwillingly at the memory. She pulls you from her once she's found satisfied and snickers at your dilated wanton gaze. She wipes a gentle thumb against your wet lips.

"Have you learned your lesson, wife?" She says it with a strong domineer. Your Queen holds your chin in her hand and stares through you as though anticipating your next words. A sense of desire rolls through you in a never-ending loop. The memory of the night before rears its magnificent head. It urges your next words.

"Make me, your grace." The mocking tilts a smirk to her mouth.

[qphiltits]

Since @inkredi got their wisdom teeth out I felt they needed something to speed along their recovery <3 please enjoy this phil/enderking for you inky

I have no idea how long it is because i write it here on tumblr ahdkdjd also unedited because I'm tired I'm so sorry

See my other phil and Enderking drabble here!

Contains: bondage, cage, overstimulation, cnc (kinda?), micro/macro if you squint for 2 seconds and mentiones of cervix penetration <3

"I think at this point, I really should just keep you."

The King's voice was a low hum as he looked into the gilded cage, eyeing his pet with obvious interest in his strange purple eyes.

"Just look at you. Squirming around. You would be lost without me."

Phil was on his back, arms tied behind him and calves tied to his thighs, forcing them apart. He truly was a magnificent sight, covered in sweat and moaning stupidly as he squirmed on the floor. There was a mess of slick between his legs, spurred on by the unrelenting vibrator stuck to his clit.

He hardly registered the cage door squeaking open, or the large hand moving towards him, so lost in pleasure and overstimulation.

The Ender King delighted in his crows surprised gasp as he played with his chest.

"Such a little slut you are." He chuckled, low in his throat. "I bet you just want to be filled, hm? So much toying and for what? You know your purpose, don't you."

He watched with a teary eyed gaze as the finger retreated, and the King's size shrunk. He was still nearly double Phil's height, but much more reasonable compared to his full God size.

Phil nodded as he arched his back, pressing up against the finger toying with him. "Yes! Gods- yes m'just your stupid slut-"

When the King removed the vibrator, it was like a puppet had been cut from its strings. Phil's body went limp aside from his legs twitching in overstimulation.

Phil took deep breaths, dizzy from however long he'd been stuck in here, endlessly cumming. It was during one of these deep breaths, with his mouth open, he found his breath cut short.

The Ender King didn't waste any time, he simply shoved his too large cock down Phil's throat.

Phil's eyes widened and he looked up at the King through his lashes, pleading silently for rest, but he knew that wouldn't happen. Unless he safe worded, the King could do whatever he pleased.

He loved it.

"My precious crow." The King cooed, rocking his hips back and forth, slowly pushing more and more past Phil's lips and down his throat. "You don't disappoint me."

More tears welled in Phil's eyes as the cock pressed further back into his throat, making him gag. Everything about the Ender King was too big, but that didn't stop him from using Phil like his play thing.

Even as he started slowly fucking his throat, he pet Phil's hair like he was something precious.

Just when Phil felt he might pass out from lack of oxygen, the King pulled his head off. He gasped for breath desperately, his jaw sore.

The world spun as the Ender King lifted him, placing Phil in his lap. With his legs still bound apart, he was positioned right over his enormous cock, purple and ridged, dripping with a strange glowing liquid.

"Wait- wait I can't-" Phil begged, squirming in his grasp. "It's too big!"

The King just laughed, and let Phil go.

A sob rang out as gravity took over, impaling Phil on the King's cock all in one go. He could feel every ridge, feel the pointed tip bullying it's way past his cervix and into his womb.

He was speechless, making mindless babbling sounds.

The King hushed him, kissing him lovingly and petting his hair as he began to raise Phil back up by holding his hips before dropping him back down.

The pain on the edge of the immense pleasure he felt was so perfect, he couldn't describe it if he tried. He swore he could feel the massive cock in his stomach, and when he looked down there was an obvious bulge.

Every movement was perfection, the ribbing of his cock causing continuous stimulation to his g-spot, even when he wasn't looking for it, the tip pressing into his cervis.

Phil sobbed as he came, his hole growing tighter around the King's cock.

"Greedy bird, you're practically sucking me in." The King growled.

With Phil obviously spent, he decided to chase his own release, uncaring how overstimulated his pet was. He was his, after all.

He pressed Phil onto the floor and held his hips roughly as he pounded into him, taking immense pleasure as he watched how his body molded itself to his cock, like it was welcoming him.

Phil couldn't stop moaning and whining, writhing in the floor as his brain turned into static. He didn't think he could come again, but his body was burning on the edge-

He screamed, throat going raw as cum flooded his abused cunt and spilled into his waiting womb, just like the King wanted.

The King pulled away after a moment, watching Phil's hole flutter with immense satisfaction.

"I'll be back soon, birdy." He slipped the vibrator back onto Phil's clit before exiting the cage, relishing in the shouting he heard from behind him. He was already looking forward to breeding his pet again.

[tourturedfolkloredepartment]

So last night me and @moonheart1313 were having a 2 almost 3 hour conversation about a season 2 and 3 rewrite of Hannibal and here’s the idea.

So basically Will can play the banjo and one day Hannibal is over at Will house and Hannibal kinds bragging like “yeah I’m classically trained in many instruments “ and Will like “ i can play the Banjo” and he whips out the banjo and starts playing it with Hannibal looking at him like this “👁️👄👁️” the entire time and the dogs who are so used to Will playing the banjo are so confused as to why Hannibal confused/shocked.

Well the next day he (Hannibal)goes into he’s telling everyone “yeah Will can play the banjo “ and Will starts gaslighting him into thinking he’s crazy like “Dr lecter are you ok, because even if i did play a banjo….and i don’t know let’s remember that….i would say something”

Well all of season 2 is just Will gaslighting tf out of Hannibal making him think he’s crazy for even suggesting Will plays the banjo, and like Hannibal goes absolutely Insane because he’s telling anyone who will Listen that Will can play the banjo and the whole running joke for will is “i don’t even know what that is Or how to play one”.

And this causes Hannibal to end up in Baltimore state hospital and he’s rocking back and forth like “Will can play the banjo “ saying it over snd over again and Will will visit him and taut him just playing banjo noises , and at one point Hannibal has one of those fucked up dreams like Will did.

Where Will is sitting in the middle of the woods in overalls, a tooth pick in his mouth sitting on a tree stump and playing the banjo and he tells Bedeila about this and she like “all it took for you to look inside yourself was a southern Louisiana man, who you had a wet dream about???? I need a drink “

And like as Hannibal is slowly losing his mind Will is enjoying life, like he’s smiling at coworkers being like “ hey sue that s new hair cut” and everyone is not sure weather to be happy or scared.

And the funniest part about this is the end of season two is done like a How i met your mother style and the last episode opens with Will and Hannibal in Cuba telling his and Hannibal future kids about the great Banjo incident of 2013 and sometimes Hannibal will leave Banjo prices at a crime scene for Jack to find and at one point Jack like “ i knew he could play the banjo “ and Alana scolds him like a mom does her child like “ did you jack did you really “ and Jack just sighs like “no”.

Bonus scene:

When Will relizes why Hannibal liked gaslighting him so much in season one, and Will relizes he likes gaslighting Hannibal. But he Text Hannibal “ sorry” without any explanation and turns his phone off to leave Hannibal spiraling a bit, until Hannibal shows up at his house looking for the banjo he tore Will place apart looking for it and the dogs are just watching him like “👁️👄👁️” .

And the next day Will shows up to work like “ yeah i think one of the dogs trash my places up or maybe a raccoon…i don’t know, i think whatever happened they we’re looking for something…like a banjo…which i don’t know how to play” .

[cal-puddies]

Open My Mind for Ya // Calum Hood

notes: This all stems from the photo drop Cal did that contained the picture in the upper left, enough said.

Big shouts to my otter half @kindahoping4forever for cheerleading this one.

Warnings: Boyfriend!Calum, Kink exploration in an established relationship including: spitting, exhibitionism, dom like behavior, dirty talk, and rough sex

Word Count: 7194

Cass Masterlist // Ko-Fis linked in bio

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

It’s always quiet in the comedown. Your head rests on your boyfriend's bare chest. His fingers draw shapes on your bare back while yours trace over the tattoos on his arm. He sweeps the hair off the back of your neck and gently traces the hickey he left there. Your skin is always too clean when he gets home from tour, so he likes to mark you. 

“What’s on your mind, darlin’?” He whispers. 

You turn your head to look at him. “Just thinking.” 

His hand trails down your back and slips under the covers to grab your ass. “About?”

You chew your lip for a minute, deciding whether or not to spill. Cal slides his hand up to your waist; your lack of answer makes him nervous and you can tell. You finally sit up and pull your knees up to your chest, facing him. His hand slides to your mid thigh and he holds on tight, waiting for you to find your words. “So… you remember when we first got together, how we were very… exploratory when it came to sex?” 

“Yeah… that seemed like something you needed… and we both enjoyed,” he responds casually. After a beat, the subject matter sinking in, his face quickly twists up and concern starts to take hold of both his expression and voice. “Wait… Baby, are you… are you saying…” 

You quickly cut him off, “No!” You reassure with a chuckle, “I’m not saying that. Pretty sure we wouldn’t have had to change the sheets just now if that was the issue.” 

He gives a nervous laugh. “Ok, fair point.” 

You continue, “I guess I was just thinking and got curious why we stopped being that way… And wondering if it was maybe something we can start again?” 

He thinks for a moment about what he wants to say. “I think we just got comfortable, baby,” he shrugs. “We figured out how we like to tease and how to make each other cum and we just stopped trying things after that… But I’m always open to exploring with you. You only have to ask.” 

You smile softly at him, relieved. “I just wasn’t sure…”

Cal senses your hesitation and grabs you, pulling you on top of him. “Short of some of the more extreme shit, there’s nothing you could want that I wouldn’t want to do for you. Please understand that.” 

You make yourself comfortable, laying your head on his chest, snuggling into him as you tangle your legs together. He pulls the blanket up to just below your shoulders and wraps his arms around you. You lay quietly for a while before letting out a little giggle. “So what’s off the table then, Cal?” 

He snorts, thinking about it for a moment. “I’ll let you know if it comes up.” 

The conversation was so brief and simple and yet opened you and Cal up to all sorts of new experiences, you’re sorry you didn’t have the courage to bring it up sooner. Calum took the lead during the first month of your experimentation and the encounters all seemed to have a recurring theme. From sneaking in a quickie in Ashton’s bathroom during taco night to making each other cum without tipping off anyone else in the car to having sex on the couch by your pool to Cal successfully going down on you at a restaurant - if you could potentially get caught doing it, Cal seemed to be into it. 

After a while, you and Cal are fresh out of the shower when he snakes his arms around your waist and starts kisses on your neck, up to the spot just below your ear that drives you wild. He rocks the both of you back and forth, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“Circling back…” He begins, waiting for you to meet his eyes in the mirror. “I feel like since we started being more open about exploring, everything has been things I’ve been interested in… and I’m sure you must have had something in mind when you brought it up?” He rests his chin on your shoulder, looking at you expectantly.

Your eyes flutter away from his and you answer too quickly. “I’ve enjoyed what we’ve tried so far.”

“Well, I know that,” he teases, nipping your skin. “But I need to know what it is you want so I can make sure your needs are being met as well.” 

“My needs are definitely being met, love,” you insist.

Calum turns you around and sets you on the counter, his hands resting on either side of you. He presses his lips to yours in a series of soft kisses. “Ok, so your needs are being met but what about your wants? It’s not like you to bring something like this up without a particular reason.” He watches as your ears go red. “What is it, darling? If we were naked in bed, you’d have no problem telling me what you want from me,” he points out. 

You sigh, thinking about how to word what you want to say. You reach up and run your fingers through his drying curls. “I guess this just feels different because I don’t want you to think I’m unsatisfied with what we do.”

He kisses your forehead. “I know, baby, I don’t think that. Trust me, your body tells me otherwise.” 

“Yeah…” You nod to yourself, deciding to be brave. “I guess… I want you to get rough with me. Like… I know you already do sometimes but you kind of back off from it and then course correct and get super loving instead.” 

Cal nods, listening. “Well, I don’t want to actually hurt you and I feel like I don’t really know the limit, we’ve never truly explored that.” 

“So what if we take that fear out of it and use either a safe word or color system or something?” You watch his face and he doesn’t seem to be uncomfortable, so you continue. “You know I love a disdainful Daddy moment,” you whisper teasingly, hiking your legs up to wrap around his waist. 

Cal presses against you, kissing you hard. “I think we could have fun,” he murmurs. “We’ll need to talk more about boundaries but thank you for telling me what you want, baby.” 

Over the next couple days, Cal asks your opinion on a multitude of things: biting, scratching, hair pulling, manhandling, restraints. Where and how hard he can grab you? Would you like to be tossed around? Exactly how rough should he be with you? Each time you give him an answer, you see him mentally file the info away, adding it to what he already knows to be true for your likes and boundaries. 

Armed with his revised instructions from you, he decides to start trying some things the next few times you’re in bed together. He watches carefully to see how you respond to him pulling your hair back while he’s giving it from behind, how it affects you when he wraps his hand around your throat while you’re riding him. And though he backs off a little sooner than you’d prefer, he even feels comfortable forcing you down further on his cock while you’re blowing him. He notes how much louder you are, how much harder you seem to cum during these encounters and he realizes he has more questions for you.

“Baby?” He asks quietly, while you're cuddling in bed, naked, one night. You hum, to let him know you're awake. “Have we covered everything? Is there something else you want that I haven’t asked about?” 

You’re quiet, thinking what to say and he takes your silence as hesitation so he prods further.

“Like… I guess I’m a little unsure of the tone I should be striking here? You mentioned I always back off and get too loving… and then that porn we were watching earlier… he was super degrading to her… is that something you want?” He almost seems nervous to ask; at the end of the day, Calum’s a sweet boy and he’s having trouble wrapping his mind around actually hurting you, physically or otherwise, even if that’s something you desire. 

You press a kiss to his chest, touched at his concern. “Don’t worry, bubba, I don’t need you to call me your ‘filthy little slut’ or anything like that,” you smile. “But… I dunno, Cal… there is like… one thing that could probably be seen as degrading… but…” 

He squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. “Darlin’, I can’t give it to you if I don’t know what it is.”

“Well, I’ve mentioned it to other people before and it didn’t go over great,” you admit with a shrug. Cal rubs your back, trying to encourage you. “Like, ok… I guess… spit…” You trail off, almost shyly, letting it hang there a moment. 

Calum seems unphased, just curious to know more. “Like you want me to spit on you? On like? Your face? Or… in your mouth? On your pussy? To be honest, I have done that before and you did actually really seem to like it.” 

“Have you?” You ask, turning your face toward him. 

“Yeah… those moans still live in my brain… I just wasn’t sure if it was because you were in the moment because we had a super loved up day, or you like… liked it.” 

“Wait… was that…?”

“When I took you home to meet my family, yeah.” 

“Yeah, we were pretty loved up on that trip,” you grin, remembering. You wait a beat before letting yourself blurt, “I mean... face isn’t something I think I’d be into but… we swap spit all the time so… I don’t really see a difference between that and you like… spitting in my mouth during a hot moment.”

He smirks, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “I’ll keep that in mind, darlin’,” he promises, gently pulling you up for a soft kiss. 

A week or so later, you’re relaxing by the pool, enjoying your day off. It’s been a quiet afternoon, spent mostly alone; Calum was already out of bed and in his office working when you woke up and while you were in the pool, he waved to you from the house and called out that he’d was going to run errands and to text him if you needed anything. You thought it was unusual he didn’t invite you to come along but shrugged it off, assuming he didn’t want to interrupt your much needed day of relaxation.

Which is why you’re so puzzled when he calls you a few hours later and asks if you’re getting ready for dinner. A dinner that was never mentioned to you until now. 

You’re super confused, Cal is usually much more courteous, even when he wants to surprise you, because he knows how stressed rushing makes you. You hurry and jump in the shower; your boyfriend comes in a few minutes later and helps himself to the shower as well, hurriedly doing his business and pecking you on the lips before hopping out without a word. If you weren’t annoyed before, you definitely were now. 

You wrap up and exit the shower, entering the bedroom to find Cal shirtless in his dress slacks, examining a few shirts laying on the bed.

“What’s the vibe?” You ask, tone short. 

Cal looks at you out of the corner of his eye. “Dressy,” he answers in a tone that’s either distracted or edgy, you’re not sure which.

You shake your head and walk into the closet, immediately noticing things have been moved around. When you open the drawer you expect to pull your underwear out of, it’s now housing all the socks he bought on tour. 

“Calum! The fuck is my underwear?” 

“Relax, baby… I moved some things around to give you more space,” he explains, coming in and resting a hand on your hip as he pulls open a different drawer. He picks up the matching set on top, one of his favorites, a royal blue lace bralette and matching panties. “Wear this one, please?” He says, pressing his lips just below your ear. 

You stare at the side of his face and he seems unphased by your attention, walking over to the other side of the closet to start thumbing through your dresses. You aren’t used to Calum caring so much about what you wear and you start sensing that something’s up.

He grabs a black dress with thin straps and ruching up the sides; it hits you mid thigh but Cal particularly likes the way it accentuates your ass. He reaches up to your shoe rack and selects a pair of strappy, studded Louboutin heels and you momentarily forget you’re annoyed with him because his back flexes in an oh so delicious way. 

He moves back toward the door and grabs his belt, the one he knows makes you absolutely feral for him. You can’t help but focus on his fingers moving across the leather, threading it through the loops of his black pants. You watch his hands pull the belt taut to begin fastening the buckle and your mind begins to wander, recalling the last time you saw him do that, when the belt was around your wrists instead of his waist. You don’t realize you’re biting your lip until it begins to sting. 

He turns his head just enough to wink at you as you stand there grasping your underwear and towel. “You got a half hour before we need to leave, love.” 

You pass through quickly to the en suite, putting on the underwear he picked out and then quickly working on your hair and make up. Cal is in and out of the bathroom, setting accessories on the counter for both you and himself, including jewelry and his favorite of your perfumes. You lean in to the mirror to do your lashes and lips and he smacks your ass. 

“Ow, Calum,” you whine, grabbing your stinging ass cheek. 

He kneels behind you and pulls your hand away from the red mark, leaving a loud kiss on your skin. “Aww, sorry, baby,” he murmurs, squeezing both cheeks affectionately. 

He stands back up and settles at the counter next to you, reaching for his jewelry. You reach for your setting spray but your eyes flutter over to his reflection at the sound of him sharply hissing. You see him flinch at the coolness of his chain necklace touching his bare skin still warm from the shower and his plight is instantly relatable: you can’t count the times you’ve reacted in the same way when the chain dangles from his neck as he hovers over you in bed, grazing your sweaty skin. The contrast is always surprising yet delicious.

He slowly glides his rings on his long, slender fingers; they click together as he moves and you can practically feel them pressing into your skin, tightly wrapping around your wrists, gripping your throat.

Cal evaluates his reflection, pausing long enough for you to think the torturous show is over but then he reaches for the silver bracelet he wears on his wrist. The veins in his hands flex as he maneuvers to fasten the chain and once it’s done, he shakes his hand out, testing to make sure it’s secure. The action conjures up the image of how that bracelet slides and sways on his wrist when he’s vigorously working his cock, standing over you while you’re on your knees, eagerly awaiting to taste your reward, feel it hot on your skin.

He clears his throat, snapping you out of your vividly lustful daydream. He smiles and gives you a quick cheek kiss as he exits the bathroom. He finds you frozen in place when he returns a few moments later, button down shirt selected and on but still invitingly unbuttoned. He holds up your dress and shoes, silently asking if you want help with them. You cautiously nod and he patiently waits as you slip into the dress; you turn your back to him and he gently pulls the zipper for you, chuckling as you shiver at the warmth of his breath on your neck. You shudder again as he drapes a necklace across you, fingertips grazing your skin as he works the clasp. Before you can react, he’s dropping to his knees to help you into your heels, kissing on your calves as his nimble fingers delicately buckle the shoes. 

“Damn, baby,” he murmurs, as he stands to his feet, eyes moving up and down your body. “Looking so good.” 

“Thanks,” you manage to murmur, “I mean you should appreciate it, it’s basically your work.” 

“I may have picked the pieces but it’s your bod that’s making them work.” He reaches for your hand and pulls it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “I’m gonna go grab us jackets.” He declares, pulling you in for a quick kiss. 

He softly caresses your thigh the entire ride to the restaurant, his fingers climbing higher and higher up your hemline as you reach your destination and you start to wonder if that’s a preview of what the night has in store. You’ve gotten dressed up for several date nights recently that have left you both satisfied with a public orgasm, Cal exploring that side of himself has been a thrill for you both. So it’s not a surprise the second you’re seated, Cal’s hand is back under the hem of your dress. 

He orders drinks for the two of you and when the waitress walks away, he leans in for a brief kiss, lips slotting together easily. He nuzzles his nose against yours before he pulls away. “You look so good, baby. Very kind of you to indulge me.” 

“You’ve got a good eye, baby, I know you like all these pieces separately, not sure why we haven’t put them together before.” 

He smiles, swipes the hair off your shoulder, and kisses on your neck, his lips drag across your skin up to your ear. “Got a goal in mind for you,” he whispers, fingertips dragging up and down the inside of your thigh. 

“Mmkay…?” You murmur back, eyes darting around the restaurant. 

“Look at me,” he says, and the second your eyes meet his, you can already guess what the request might be. His eyes are even darker than normal, lust filled, staring you down like he could eat you up right at this table. He grips your thigh tightly, leans in close, whispering, “Wanna cum in your mouth before dinner is on the table.” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip. “So… you want a blow job or you just wanna finish in my mouth?” You ask for clarity. 

“Just finish, baby, wanna look at you, talk to you while you get me there,” he rasps, pressing his lips to yours. “Wanna hear you ask for my cum.” 

His eyes look over your shoulder and he smiles as the waitress sets your drinks in front of you. He asks for a couple more minutes to look at the menu and you nonchalantly drop your hand to his lap, running your nails against his thigh while you decide on food. 

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that,” he teases, fingers pressing against your pussy. 

“Just waiting till we order,” you shrug, cupping his cock. 

When the waitress comes back, you’re thankful that Cal orders an appetizer before dinner, buying you a little extra time. Based on his grin, he thinks you’ll need it.

When the waitress walks away, you turn towards Cal, sliding your hand up to undo his zipper. 

“No patience, baby?” He grins, shaking his head. 

“Well, handsome, you gave me a goal but didn’t lay out consequences or rewards for meeting it, so I just wanna play it safe.” You tease your fingertips from the base of his cock to the head and back down and you already feel him stiffening up under your touch. 

“Oh, you know exactly what you get for being a good girl,” he replies, voice deep as he swipes his fingers through your folds. “As for consequences… well, I think you remember what happened last time.” He leans in for a kiss, as a way to shield the quiet moan from his lips. 

You whimper because you do remember. How quickly his belt came out of his belt loops once the two of you arrived home, how easy it was for him to bend you over the closest surface, rip your panties off and deliver several hard smacks with the leather. The delicious torture would’ve been worth it on its own but he was also incredibly sweet about it afterwards, making sure it didn’t go too far and you felt well cared for. 

You pull your hand up briefly to discreetly spit in your palm, working your hand over to slick him up. As you run your thumb over his slit, he has to stifle a groan and you smile to yourself. 

Cal’s fingers on your clit start to match your pace on his cock, and you can tell how much he’s enjoying your skilled hand. He watches you, amused for a little while, seeing how much you enjoy what you’re doing, feeling it pool between your thighs, feeling his own precum bead at his tip. 

He moves in closer and lets a little moan out in your ear. “Baby, I think someone’s onto you, that breathy little thing you do is louder than normal,” he teases. 

You follow his eye line and it does seem someone keeps looking over at the two of you, but it could be any number of reasons. 

You work to make it seem less noticeable, what you’re doing under the table, and you're thankful for the long table cloths at this restaurant so no one is getting a full on free show, although the possibility of being noticed was always part of the thrill of this. 

You watch Cal lose his cool a little bit: biting his lip, covering his mouth with his free hand, before reaching to take a sip of his drink, glass shaking. You watch his neck as he swallows. “Baby, think you’re just about out of time,” he tsks, breathily.

“Please, I like to think I know what I’m doing,” you laugh naughtily, twisting your hand around the base of his cock, leaving your thumb hooked around his cock while you squeeze his balls. 

He groans in your ear and grabs your jaw to pull you into a kiss as his fingers work your pussy in a way only he knows how. “God… look at you,” he murmurs. “Working so hard to get your man off in public, knowing you get to taste my cum before dinner. Your lip is so red and swollen from the way you’re biting it, cheeks pink from the orgasm I’m stroking your pussy for. You feel it in your stomach don’t you? You love this, the possibility of getting caught.” He sucks in a sharp breath and you know what’s coming. 

You use your free hand to pull out your phone, fake check it for messages and then pretend to drop it on the ground, giving yourself a reason to bend down and finish him off. 

“You ready to cum for me?” You whisper, looking at his pink cheeks. 

He lets out a puff of air and nods at you. “About damn time.”

You lean down to put your mouth on his cock and as you wrap your lips around the head, he gently pushes you down further to take more of his cock in your mouth. You massage his balls and hollow out your cheeks as you pull back up, flicking your tongue over his slit a couple times and then he’s cumming, filling your mouth. You moan around his cock, continuing to slide your hand around it, milking his cum out, swallowing to make sure you can take it all.

Cal’s grinning wide at you when you come back up; his eyes crinkle as he watches you swallow and then pulls you into a kiss. The plates land on the table while he’s tasting himself on your tongue. “So good, baby… a very good girl.” He smiles at you. 

He lets go and turns back toward the table to dig in, his hand that had just been in your panties teasing you, pulled away, with no indication of when or how he’ll be finishing you. 

You stare at the side of his face and he does a great job of completely ignoring your unspoken inquiry. He takes a bite of his food and glances over at you. “You want a bite, baby? This is so good.”

You side eye him throughout your meal, waiting for the teasing to continue, some sort of plan to be unveiled but besides his hand occasionally stroking your thigh, he’s acting like it’s just a normal dinner date. When dessert comes, you let out a loud sigh.

“Need something, baby?” He looks over at you, giving you the look he does when you’re being dramatic. 

“Uh… well, I got you off before dinner, just like you wanted, so I’m wondering when the favor is gonna be returned,” you huff incredulously. 

“Oh… little lady… Was it not clear? You’re not cumming any time soon.” 

You scoff and stare at him. “Excuse me? I did what you asked…” 

He cuts you off. “Yes, baby, and you did great. But now I just need you to be patient and wait. It’ll be worth it, promise.” He leans in for a chaste kiss on the lips before digging into the piece of cake you're splitting. 

You sigh, crossing your arms and sitting back against the seat. You get the look from Calum but he otherwise ignores your mood shift. You pout your way through the rest of your time at the restaurant and though you let him wrap his hand around yours on the walk out to the car, you resume your annoyed posture once he closes the door and you put your seatbelt on. 

He gets in and when you loudly sigh again, he reaches over and grabs the back of your neck, a gentle but firm warning. “Baby, I’d maybe rethink that bratty attitude.” 

Which only frustrates you more, of course. Cal’s a giver, it’s not in his nature to deny you, especially after a public session, but here he is. You sulk the whole way home and Cal’s sure to let you know it’s not going unnoticed. His last warning about it is accompanied by a knee squeeze that you briefly hope will lead to something but then he completely removes his hand from your body, leaving you in stunned silence once again. 

Once you’re home, you don’t even wait for Cal to open your door, you just fling it open and stomp inside the house. You’re enough ahead of him that you have time to make it to the bedroom before you even hear the front door close. 

Cal calls for you, but you don’t respond, busying yourself with the orgasm you earned and he didn’t give you. 

When he graces the doorway, your teeth are sunk into your bottom lip, dress pulled up around your hips, heels dug into the mattress with your legs spread and hand in your panties, fingers slowly circling your clit. 

“Baby?” You hear him coo. “What’re you doing?” 

“You refused to make me cum so I figured if I might as well do it myself.” 

“That’s a… choice you’re making.” He smirks. “Baby girl couldn’t be patient and wait for me to give her an orgasm, had to rush inside, stuff her hand in her panties and do it herself? Think you might come to regret that.”

You suck in a sharp breath. “But at least I’ll have finally cum,” you snark.

He’s across the room in a second, his jacket thrown next to you on the bed. He makes eye contact with you, making sure you watch as he undoes the top couple buttons of his shirt, rolls his sleeves up to his elbows. He pushes the hair out of his eyes and then runs his hands up your thighs, grabbing your panties and quickly pulling them down your legs. “Might as well commit to it, then.”

His hands rest on your knees and his eyes flick between your face and what your fingers are doing between your thighs. 

“Push 'em in,” he demands.

“I’m sorry,” you pant, pausing to let out a moan. “You lost your opportunity to participate in my orgasm when you wouldn’t give me one.”

Cal smirks and shakes his head. “Baby, what did I tell you in the car? Stop being a brat. You want to get off, you go right ahead, but understand there are consequences for your actions.”

Your body shudders at both his tone and the look in his eye. You decide to follow his instructions and push two fingers in. Cal uses a ring clad hand to smack your thigh. “Calum!” You whimper. 

“That’s good, baby, use your other hand to rub your clit, small circles. Just like I would.” 

He lets you work, waiting for you to get close, something he can easily tell just by the way you breathe. “Eyes on me,” he commands. Your eyes pop open at the tone and you have to watch as he slowly undoes his belt buckle, gently pulling it through the loops, his long fingers sliding over the smooth leather. He folds it in half and carefully drags it up your thigh. “C’mon darlin’, you wanted to make yourself cum and I’m getting tired of waiting on you.” 

Suddenly, it clicks in your brain: his attitude, how demanding he’s being, the fact that you know he plans to use that belt on you in at least one way… he’s attempting to give you what you asked for and he’s showing no signs of breaking character like he usually does.

You take your time, really enjoying your building climax, working your fingers perfectly. Your head turns so you can bite the bed spread as you cum, your breathing indicating how hard it is. Cal watches with disdain as you relax, looking completely satisfied. 

He gives you a look that soaks you again in an instant. He leans over you. “So you think you can do it better than me?” 

“Just showing you I can do it for myself.” 

He stands and pulls at his lip, shaking his head in disbelief. “Get naked, leave the heels on.” 

His tone says not to test him so you quickly push yourself up to strip the dress and bralette off. He takes your hand and pulls you forward a bit, he trails his fingers and the belt across your skin, raising goosebumps as he goes, across your stomach and down the backs of your thighs, across your ass and over your nipples. 

He grabs your jaw for a rough kiss, bites your lip and then turns you around, shoving you face first over the bed. His hand smooths over your ass first, but even still, you don’t expect the spank with his belt right across your ass. He delivers two more that land across your thighs. 

You whimper and you can almost feel his hesitation until he speaks. “What’s your color, baby?” His voice is confident and strong as it leaves his mouth. 

“Green, green, green, so fucking green, Cal. Never been more green in my life.” It almost sounds like begging, even in your own ears.

You quickly lose count after four more spanks but you don’t mind, the sting will live with you for days and at this point you’re craving it. 

“So pretty and red, baby,” he murmurs, using his ring clad hands to squeeze your ass. Your body tenses, the rings are cool and against the sting, it hurts in the best way. “Now, let’s get you in a more agreeable position, yeah?” You don’t answer because you know it’s rhetorical. You whimper as he grabs your hair close to your scalp and pulls you to the floor, on your knees. “Hands” is all he says and you offer them right up. 

Cal wraps the belt around your wrists, securing them together. He taps your hands and you try to pull them apart, showing him they are solidly held together by the leather. His hands cup your neck, thumbs caressing your jaw. “Your mouth is so good, baby, think I wanna feel it around my cock again. Wanna be my good girl?” 

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you nod. “Yes, Daddy.”

You watch his jaw flex as he makes a big show of undressing himself, acutely aware of the way you’re hungrily watching his fingers work over his buttons, the way you lick your lips as even more of his body is revealed to you.

Your eyes become fixated on the way his underwear strains against his hard cock and you wait with eager anticipation for him to peel them off. You know the tip will be red and leaking, and you’re aching to see it. 

Without even thinking, you lean forward, mouthing over the fabric, feeling the warmth radiate from his cock, tasting the salty spot the precum has left. 

He sighs, but it’s not pleasurable, it’s… disappointment? 

“Just when I thought you were starting to behave.” His tone drips with disdain as he pushes your forehead back so you’re upright. He pulls his cock out with one hand, the other gently rubbing your neck and you get an idea of what to prepare yourself for. He strokes himself a couple times, before pushing his underwear down and stepping toward you.

He taps his cock on your cheek a couple times, then drags the tip over your lips, leaving a trail of salty precum. You hold back from licking your lips, even though you desperately want to. He pulls his cock up, runs the underside over your lips until his balls are at your mouth. “Suck,” he instructs. You quickly open your mouth to comply. “Isn’t it more fun when we play together?” He asks tauntingly.

With your mouth full, you agree, moaning around his balls. He pulls away and looks at you expectantly. “Yes, Daddy,” you sigh. 

His lips part in a soft but audible moan. He pushes the hair off your face and grabs his cock again, placing the tip back at your lips. “You ready for this?” He watches as you nod and open your mouth. He lets you slick him up, watching as you take more and more of him into your mouth, trying to prepare yourself. He pushes you back, letting his cock fall out of your mouth. “Don’t think you’re quite getting there, baby… open up.” 

You look up at him, confused as to what you did wrong and when you see the look on his face, you open your mouth as requested. He gives you an intense stare for a beat before leaning down to spit into your open mouth. Your eyes widen and your chest heaves with excitement; a low growl escapes his throat as he watches you react to your fantasy being fulfilled. 

“That what you wanted?” He asks sternly, though his eyes betray him and you can see his desperate need to please you lurking behind them.

“Yes, Daddy, yes,” you babble, heart pounding in your eyes. “Thank you, Daddy.”

“Good.”

You know the thrill is showing on your face, you feel it coursing through your veins, pooling between your thighs. He shoves you back to your knees and pushes his cock past your lips, grabbing your head to set his own quick pace. 

He only slows when he finally works himself into your throat, moaning out loud while you try to moan around his cock too. He holds you all the way on his cock for several long seconds, until he can feel the tears from your eyes on his own skin. He pulls his cock all the way out and cups your chin, bending to meet you at eye level. “Good girl.” 

He pulls you up by the belt around your wrists, only to shove you face down over the side of the bed. He grabs your ass in his hand, squeezing tight. “Baby girl,” he sighs, wrapping his hand around his cock and smacking it across your ass cheeks before spitting between them, the saliva running down your skin making it that much easier for him to rut his cock against your ass. “Been waiting to be in your sweet cunt all night. Didn’t realize how tough you’d make it, how sidetracked I’d have to get.” 

He finally stops fucking around and slicks his tip through your folds. He sinks into your pussy with a deep moan, bottoming out easily, eliciting a loud moan from you. He slowly pulls out and drives his hips back in, producing a loud smack as your bodies meet. You hear his breathing become labored as he picks up the pace. 

“Fuck… Daddy… feels so good,” you moan. 

He instantly responds, grabbing your hair to pull you up against his body. He growls in your ear as you arch against him, his cock hitting deeper. His hand wraps around your neck and he gently rubs it, grunting in your ear. “So fucking hot watching you suck my cock, eat my cum at dinner, always such a naughty little thing for me,” he praises, letting you go and pushing you back down, chest on the bed. 

He continues driving his hips, grunting, growling at you, his hands going to work on your already sore ass. You still still feel his rings digging into your skin as he grabs handfuls of your ass, feel the way they almost bite as he starts moving your body to meet him.

“Oh… fuck.” It’s a gravelly moan from the back of his throat. His hands grip your ass tightly as he slows, his cum spilling into you. He pushes all the way in and leans over your body, his chest pressing into your back as he sweeps the hair off the back of your neck, pressing soft kisses on the skin he’s uncovered. He leaves sloppy open mouth kisses down your spine, slowly pulling out as he goes. 

He grabs your hip and easily flips you onto your back. You bring your hands down and he quickly unfastens the belt, tossing it to the side. He leans in for a kiss, passionate and slow. “Color?” He murmurs in your ear. 

“Still green,” you say softly, pushing his hair out of his eyes. He kisses the tip of your nose and then he’s on the floor, on his knees between your thighs. 

He pushes them further apart, making quick work of the mess his cum has made on your thighs, nipping and leaving hickeys as he goes. He pulls your thighs over his shoulders and wraps his arms around them, quickly licking into you with no other warning. Your fingers are instantly in his hair, moans spilling out left and right. “Oh fuck, Daddy,” you moan, desperately pulling him closer to you. He gently nibbles your clit, enjoying your sounds the way he always does. 

When you feel yourself get close, you let out a breathy “Cal, Daddy, please… wanna cum.” 

He pulls his head back a little and slides his tongue up and down your clit, “Good girl for asking… but I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” You groan as his thumb replaces his tongue on your clit and he goes back to kissing and sucking on your thighs, nibbling your skin. 

He can tell you’re getting too close so he pulls his thumb away as well. His hands set to work caressing your body, feeling over your curves while his mouth continues pressing kisses along your thighs. You whimper out his hame a few times, arch your body into his touch as his hands work up and down your sides and stomach, cupping your breasts, toying with your nipples. You press your hands over his, coaxing him into squeezing harder, feeling more. 

“Baby, please…” you moan. “Just wanna cum for you.”

“I’m not sure you’re ready yet,” he teases. “You were a brat for quite a while tonight.” 

“I know… I’m sorry, Daddy, please just let me cum,” you whine. 

“Ok, baby girl, ok.” He presses light kisses on your thighs, working back up to your pussy. His arms clasp around your thighs, lips wrapping around your clit and he holds you down as he starts to suck and lick over your clit. 

“Ahh, ahh, ahh… fuck!” You moan, pulling his hair, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you finally cum. 

He licks into you, cleaning you up as you come down. You pull him up when you can’t take anymore, pressing your mouth to his, licking past his lips. 

The kisses are noisy and needy, but slowly turn into something caring and reassuring, from both sides. You lock your legs around his waist, keeping him as close to you as possible. You kiss for a while longer and then he’s gently pushing away to undo the heels still on your feet, taking just as much care as he takes them off as when he helped you put them on. 

“I know this was all a little out of your comfort zone so I really appreciate you and all the effort you put into tonight,” you say softly. 

Cal tosses your shoes aside, kissing each of your feet before laying down next to you. He pulls your body to his so he can wrap you in your favorite blanket and him. “It doesn’t always have to be about me, though, baby. You deserve to have everything you want, love. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, I’m glad I was able to deliver on something you wanted.” He kisses your forehead before pulling back to study your face as he asks, “How’s your ass feelin’? I really did a number on you.”

You grin, the dull ache a satisfying reminder of the experience you just had. “It’s gonna be a rough couple days but definitely worth it.”

“I’ve got lotion for it, too. Figure we can shower once we catch our breath and then I can fix you right up,” he murmurs, lips attaching to your forehead once more. “Did I forget anything? Anything you’d change?” 

“My love, it was perfect, from dinner to the bedroom antics to the belt to the spit… once I put it all together… holy fuck, Calum, I don’t know if I’ve ever been so excited.” 

“Bet you thought I was just being moody,” he chuckles, pushing your hair off your face, threading his fingers through. “I’d do anything to make you happy,” he hums, slotting your lips together. 

You deepen the kiss and pull him tighter. “If I didn’t know before, I definitely do now, love. Thank you.” 

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Anonymous:

hi! i love love love your content and i want to know if you write reader inserts? if you do could you please write a Ler!Paul Lee!reader?

Lee: X Reader

Ler: Paul McCartney

Ticklish, Darling?

1965

You had just returned home to the London flat you and your boyfriend, Paul, shared. You hung up your damp rain coat and slipped your shoes off. It had been a long week and you thanked any higher power that today was Friday. You sat down at the kitchen table and put your head in your hands. Your boss had yelled at you over something that wasn't even your fault, you slipped in a puddle of water in the hallway of your office and fell on your butt, and the height of Beatlemania was really getting to you.

Oh sure, you knew that by dating a Beatle (especially the cute one) you would draw a bit of attention to yourself, but you never imagined that you would receive death threats from some angry fans! You were always careful when leaving and coming home.

You thought you heard a noise from outside and you jumped out of your chair and ran to the sitting room and looked out the window, but all you saw was the darkness of the London streets as rain hit the sidewalks.

You breathed a sigh of relief, but your mind couldn't stop racing. You kept thinking someone was outside of the window watching you, but nothing was there.

Tears filled your eyes and your lip quivered. You flooped down on the sofa and you curled on your side as you let a small sob escape you. You hugged a pillow against your chest and buried your face into the soft cushion.

"(Y/n)! I'm home!" You heard Paul's voice enter from the foyer.

"(Y/n)?" Paul's voice became more concerned. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you could maybe just make the world go away.

"Oh (Y/n)..." Paul's smooth voice trickled through your ears.

The only response he received was a shaky breath coming from his girlfriend, who was laying on the sofa crying.

"P-Paul." You whispered, opening your teary eyes to see your concerned boyfriend kneeling next to you.

"What's the matter love?" Paul asked tenderly, stroking some hair from your face. You tried to give him a response, but all that came out was a shaky. breath.

"Alright love. Alright." Paul soothed. He sat down next to you on the sofa and scooped your shaking body into his lap. You raped your arms around his neck and buried your face into his chest. He rocked you back and forth, stroking your hair and rubbing your back.

"Shhhh, it's alright love. I'm here." He cooed into your ear.

After a few minutes, you had your breathing under control. You sniffled and pulled your face away from Paul's warmth. Your eyes met with his doe eyes.

"Do you think you can tell me what's wrong now?" Paul asked, wiping away a few tears from your cheek.

"I'm sorry Paul. God, this is so stupid." You said.

"Hey, hey. It's not stupid." He said in a soft, but serious tone. "Nothing that upsets you this much is stupid. Now what happened?"

"It's just too much." You said, finally letting the wall come down. "It's been awful at work all week. There's been fans swarming outside the office. My boss yelled at me today for that. A-and I've been getting threats from a few of them, saying they were going to break in and try t-to..."

"Shhhh, it's alright." Paul whispered as you started to cry again.

"N-no, it's not!" You sobbed, "I can't go anywhere without worrying that they'll get to me! I can't even sleep without having nightmares of-"

Paul cut you off by hugging you close to him, holding you against his chest, as if he were trying to block out everything that hurt you. He rested his head on top of yours. You curled up against him, as if he was a cave you could hide in.

"What I was saying is that nothing like that will ever happen to you. Brian is already trying to find a way to keep fans away and get better security. I promise, by next Monday, things won't be nearly as bad. It's been hard on all of us. But trust me, I will NEVER let anything ever happen to you, my dear" Paul whispered into your ear.

"I love you so much Paul." You whispered.

"I love you too (Y/n)." Paul said, kissing your forehead. You smiled and wiped your eyes.

"I'm glad you're feeling better love. You gave me quite a scare when I walked in." Paul said.

"I'm sorry Paul. I didn't mean to." You said.

"I know." He returned, "But I think a little punishment is in order."

"What?" You asked, cocking your head to the side.

He grinned with mischief and wiggled his fingers infront of your face. Your eyes grew wide as it hit you by what he meant by "punishment".

You leaped off the couch to get away, but he ponced on you and the two of you fell onto the carpet. He straddled your hips and rested his hands on your ribs, poking them just enough to tease you. You began giggling

"What is it doll?" He asked, with a mischievous look. "What's got you all giddy today?"

"Pahahahaul!" You giggled, "Stohohop!"

"Sorry deary. No can do. Not until you apologize." He said.

You kept laughing as the tickling increased. Paul's hands moved towards your stomach.

"What have we here?" Paul teased, lifting up your shirt to reveal your belly. "Aww! A cute little tummy! And all for me!"

"Gohahahahd Pahahahaul!" You laughed, trying to get his hands away from you as you blushed. "Stohohop ihihit!"

"What, you mean I can't have this little tummy?" He pouted, kneading the flesh. "But it's so cute and ticklish!"

"Nohohoho!" You laughed even harder.

"How about this little bellybutton then, hmm?" Paul asked, scratching inside your bellybutton. "Just let me play with your bellybutton for a little bit. Then I'll leave you alone."

You couldn't muster to say anything because you were laughing too hard, so you shook your head, trying to hide your grin with your hands.

"Aww! Why not?" Paul pouted, teasing you again. "It's so round and ticklish and cute. I just wanna play with all day."

"Plehehehease!" You laughed trying to escape.

"Please what?" Paul asked, now tickling your belly again. "I think you're laughing too hard. I can't understand you."

"STAHOHOP!" You laughed.

"Ohhhhh." Paul said, still teasing you, "I don't know. Maybe I will. Or maybe I'll just keep this sensitive little tum tum and bellybutton all for myself.

"NOHOHOHO!" You laughed.

"What do you say then?" Paul asked.

"I'M SHOHOHORY PAHAHAHAUL!" You yelled through your laughter. Paul's tickling stopped.

"There. Was that so hard?" Paul asked, rubbing your belly to get any lingering tickly feelings out.

All he got in response was a giggling (Y/n) laying on the floor. Paul smirked at his beautiful girlfriend.

"Thanks for cheering me up Paul." You said, once you stopped giggling.

"Anytime love. Never be afraid to ask if you need help. Or if you ever need a good tickling." Paul winked cheekily. You chuckled and hugged your wonderful boyfriend.

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♡ DILFS DILFS DILFS: (n.sfw) thigh riding w/ Denjiro, Kin'emon & afab!reader

a/n: requested by @theluckychemist (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ i was SO happy that you requested the two as pair, hehe. thank you for that and for always being so sweet, your comments often make my heart all fuzzy. hope you enjoy this little fic!

contains: ns.fw under the cut, afab!reader (no pronouns, 'cunt' used to describe genitals), thigh riding, dirty talk, cum play (no pregnancy or breeding implied), anal play, masturbation, hints at breath play at the very end but no throats are squeezed, also a little size kink

word count: 696

“Sweet little thing… So good for us, right, Kin?” 

Two fingers lift your chin up, forcing you to look Kin’emon in the eyes. You could get lost in them so easily, their darkness with tiny speckles of gold pulling you in. His kimono is slipping off his shoulder, exposing his broad chest and as your gaze wanders down you see him fisiting his throbbing cock, a sight that makes your cunt flutter even more.

Meanwhile Denjiro’s fingers dig into your flesh and leave crescent-shaped marks all over, smirking as he watches you grind up and down on his thick thigh, spreading your juices everywhere. You knew he was up for no good when he sat down in that chair and patted his thigh, demanding you to take a seat with your legs spread wide, facing him. But who were you to resist a temptation, especially when it comes in a pair? 

You’ve been eyeing the two men for months, charmed by their broad silhouettes and how they towered over you, their big hands brushing your arm when you walked past each other in the hallway. The stolen glances across the room didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did your panties which you left in the baths with the pure intention that one of them will find and use them wisely. At night you muffled your needy moans with a pillow as you fantasized about taking them both fully, your own fingers leaving you only more hungry and craving.

Your palms rest against Denjiro’s exposed chest, feeling like marble underneath you. Every time your hands wander down, greedy to touch him too, craving to wrap your hands around that thick erect cock of his, he stops you with a little tsk tsk, amused by the tears pricking in the corner of your eyes as you rock yourself further into your high, slowly losing your composure.

“Are you gonna cum for us, love? Show us that pretty face of yours when you do?”, Denjiro whispers in your ear while Kin’emon walks around you, pushing your kimono up to your hips, exposing the lower half of your body fully. You can’t see his face but you hear his heavy breaths as he watches you grind up and down on his friend’s thigh in a broken rhythm. Denjiro spreads your cheeks for Kin’emon so he can get a better view while you cling onto him, fingers tangled in his long blue hair, panting against his chest as you feel the waves coming. 

“Fuck… fuck, this ass of yours, I–”

A few heartbeats later you feel something warm drizzling down the small of your back, followed by a low grunt and muttered curses under his breath, and you know Kin’emon just came all over you. Denjiro chuckles softly at the sight and lets his hands wander, until two fingers find your puckered hole and spread the thick load all around it, making you mewl.

“Think you can take us both?”

His low voice in your ear is enough to push you over the edge and you come undone, sobbing out loud from the intensity of your orgasm that leaves your whole body trembling. Broken moans fall out of your mouth, getting muffled when Denjiro leans down to kiss you while your hips still rock back and forth on his thigh frantically, going feral under his touch. Your whole body feels on fire, like a fever dream.

“Yes… yes…”, you whine and look over your shoulder to Kin’emon who stands there with flushed cheeks, his cock in his fist almost hard again. “I’ll be good, I promise, I can take you both… just fuck me already, please…”

A big hand wraps around your neck without squeezing it, but the touch alone is enough to shoot warm shivers down your spine. Hungry lips seek yours again and now your hands are free to roam down that toned torso of his, palming Denjiro’s throbbing cock through the thick fabric of his kimono. His deep growls make your cunt flutter, and when Kin’emon leans down from behind you and starts kissing down your neck you let out the prettiest little whimpers, feeling drunk on their touches… 

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Couldn't Leave You

Pining, Far Away

Salim was in his garden spreading more mulch and carefully pulling out weeds. He leaned back to wipe some sweat off his brow and caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look, thinking it was Zain coming to check on him. But the figure standing at the entrance to his yard was the wrong size to be his son. It took him a moment to make sense of what he was seeing and even then Salim didn't want to fully believe it.

“Jason?” He dared to speak the name out loud.

“Thank God it's you,” came the reply. He heard the voice so many times in his mind that hearing it out loud was a little startling.

Jason looked different from how Salim remembered. He was no longer in combat gear, of course, and his head was free of the gray cap. His pale face looked flushed and his dark hair was a little longer than Salim expected. Jason was wearing a long-sleeved shirt (probably to hide his military tattoo) and a pair of jeans. He rocked back and forth on his heels like he wasn't sure he was allowed any farther into Salim's yard.

“You're okay,” Salim acknowledged in relief. Jason's lips quirked up in a small smile.

“Were ya worried?”

“Five hours is a long time,” Salim answered. It felt unreal to see Jason again after thinking about him for so long. Salim wanted to go to him but was rooted to the spot. Jason seemed equally unsure of himself, making no move to get closer. How was it easier to approach each other down in those catacombs?

“Glad ta see ya made it home,” Jason spoke up.

“Jason.” There were so many things Salim wanted to say but now that the marine was here, he couldn't manage any of them. “It's hot,” he said at last. “You should come in and get some water.” Jason looked relieved and stepped forward. When he got close enough Salim could see that the younger man's face was indeed flushed and red, strands of hair sticking to his skin. “How long have you been out in the sun?” Salim wondered.

“A while,” Jason hedged. Without thinking, Salim lifted his hand to touch Jason's cheek. It was only when he felt the warmth of the other man's skin that Salim finally believed this was real. Jason's eyes flicked over Salim's face like he was assuring himself of Salim's presence, too.

“I hear you thinkin',” Jason prompted him.

“I'm thinking how happy I am to see you again.” And how much I don't want to see you go. Salim pushed aside that thought and reluctantly let his hand drop away from Jason's face.

“Yeah, it's good seein' you, too. I'd say it's worth the heatstroke.”

“You're just a little dehydrated,” Salim assured him. He got some water and passed it over. “Your face is going to have quite the sunburn. Why aren't you wearing your hat?”

“I got my reasons.” Jason's eyes flicked to Salim's face again, causing the older man's heart to flutter. Jason took a gulp of water. “Is it all right?” he asked. “Me bein' here?”

“I just said I was happy to see you.”

“That ain't what I mean.” Jason squirmed a little and ran fingers through his hair. “I didn't come all this way just to check that you made it home,” he explained. “I came...” He paused, his expression cautious. “I came 'cause I couldn't leave you.”

The air went so still between them Salim was sure they would hear each other's hearts beating. “What do you mean?” His voice trembled slightly at the words.

“Fuck,” Jason huffed, “I donno how to say it. You know how many miles are between here and the U. S.?” Salim gave that some thought. Geography wasn't his best subject. “Too many,” Jason cut in. “It's too fuckin' many.”

“I still don't understand what you're trying to say.” Jason let out a frustrated noise.

“How many feet are between us right now?” Salim stared at him, his eyes widening when the realization hit him.

“Too many,” he answered softly, moving to close the space between them.

“Too fuckin' many,” Jason agreed. He tilted his head at the perfect angle for Salim to kiss him.