#i just love seeing people do kinktober and all the kinks r like

[sorikkung]

one of these days when i actually have the executive function to write im gonna do a kinktober challenge with actually deranged prompts and half of them will be piss. god bless

[mononijikayu]

pillowtalk — fushiguro toji.

So one evening, when the house is peaceful and the two of you are sitting together, watching Megumi’s small chest rise and fall as he sleeps, Toji finally lets the words slip out. “Do you think… Megumi’s lonely?” His voice is soft, almost tentative. He’s not used to sounding uncertain, but this feels like new territory for him. “Like, maybe he’d do better with a sibling?” The question hangs in the air, unspoken emotions carried within it, waiting for your response.

GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence!;

WARNING/S: fluff, romance, nsfw, r-18, smut, rough sex, breeding kink, overstimulation, body praise, kissing, p-i-v sex, fingering, pet names (baby, babe, wife, mama, etc), profanity, love, humor, light-hearted, married life, being in love, sexual intercourse, slice of life, domestic life, family, depictions of sexual acts, depiction of body praise, depiction of naked bodies, mention of sexual innuendo, mention of sexual intercourse, husband! toji, mamaguro! reader;

WORD COUNT: 7k words

NOTE: i think about how mamaguro was taken too soon from toji and megumi and how maybe they were thinking about wanting another kid and just how domestic their life was. i like to think about toji!househusband too fr. like if there was a character that could be the way of the househusband, it would be fushiguro toji, thank you. thank you for listening to my tedtalk!!! anyway, i love you all <3

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HIS LIFE NOW WAS A FAR CRY FROM HIS OLD LIFE. Toji Fushiguro never thought he'd find peace, much less happiness. His life had been a series of battles, betrayals, and constant survival. But then you came along, softening the sharp edges of his world, bringing warmth where there had only been cold.

He remembers the day he first saw you. It was as if the world had found itself in a tailspin and he was in it. His world changed when you came into his life. Everything felt like it was worth finding wonder in.

With how you looked at him with eyes full of understanding, tenderness. There was nothing of pity or grievance. There was always warmth. Warmth he didn't think he would ever deserve. Somehow, you'd seen something in him worth saving, something worth loving. 

You gave him a family, a real family—not just in the blood that runs through his veins but in the small, everyday moments that fill the spaces between. You gave him everything he could ever want. Everything that he thought could only be achieved in dreams.

Mornings over coffee, the sunlight streaming through the kitchen window, your laugh echoing softly through the room. The gentle way you cradle your son, Megumi, in your arms, whispering stories to him with a voice so full of love it makes Toji’s chest ache in the best possible way.

Every time he looks at Megumi, he feels a rush of gratitude so overwhelming it almost brings him to his knees. Your son has his eyes, that piercing gaze that cuts through the nonsense of the world, but he has your smile, that Toji was sure of. He was just as much happy about it too.

When he looked at Megumi, he could find that small, quiet curve that seems to promise the universe that all will be well. It was waiting for him on his son's beautiful face as much as it was on your own beautiful lips.

Fushiguro Toji never thought he’d care so much about something so trivial, but here he is, caring more than he ever imagined possible. His son's smile brought him as much joy to see as it does when you too smile at him.d

He watches Megumi toddling around the living room, his tiny hands grasping at the air as he learns to walk, determination etched on his face. Toji's heart swells with a fierce kind of pride.

In moments like these, he understands what people mean when they talk about the best things in life. It’s not the money, the power, or the next fight to win. It’s his son’s first steps, the weight of your hand in his, the soft, steady rhythm of your breathing beside him at night.

You've given him a home—not just a house with walls and a roof but a place where he feels like he belongs, where he isn't running from shadows or haunted by the ghosts of his past. A place where, for the first time in his life, he feels like he deserves to stay.

Toji never thought he’d be here, never thought he’d be the kind of man who could love so deeply, who could feel so much. But you changed that. You changed everything. And as he stands there, watching Megumi, he knows that this right here, right now is the happiest he’s ever been.

Toji’s gaze shifts from Megumi to you, who are quietly watching the two of them with a serene smile. Your presence brings a calm to the chaos that once defined his life. The way you hold Megumi’s tiny hand as he wobbles toward you, the soft encouragement in your voice, it all creates a sanctuary that Toji never thought he’d find.

In the evenings, when the world quiets down and the house is bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, Toji often finds himself reflecting on how far he’s come. He thinks about the days when his future seemed so uncertain, when the idea of a family felt like an impossible dream. Now, every moment spent with you and Megumi feels like a precious gift, a beautiful reality he’d only dared to hope for.

As Megumi eventually collapses into a giggling heap on the floor, Toji chuckles softly. You come over and join them, your laughter mingling with his as you all enjoy the simple joy of being together.

Toji sits back and watches, his heart full. He thinks about the sacrifices he’s made and the battles he fought. Each scar, each hard-earned lesson, has led him to this moment—the sweetest victory of all.

In the quiet moments, when it’s just the three of you, Toji often finds himself lost in thought. He marvels at how you’ve created a life filled with warmth and love, and how Megumi is growing up surrounded by everything he never had.

He realizes that his past, with all its pain and darkness, was worth it for the chance to build this future with you. He feels a profound sense of gratitude, not just for what you’ve given him, but for the strength and resilience you’ve shown in building this family together.

When he tucks Megumi into bed at night, he’s reminded of the importance of the little rituals. The way Megumi’s eyes flutter closed as Toji reads him a bedtime story, the way he clings to the small toy you both picked out together, and the peaceful sigh he gives as he drifts off to sleep. Toji knows that these moments are fleeting, but they are precious.

As he stands by the doorway, watching over his sleeping son, Toji reaches out and takes your hand. You squeeze it gently, a silent promise of the love and support you’ve always given him. He turns to you, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings.

“I never thought I’d have a life like this.” he says softly, his voice filled with emotion. “You’ve given me everything I never knew I needed. I don’t know how to thank you, but I hope you know how much you mean to me.”

You smile, your eyes glistening with love and understanding. “You don’t have to thank me. This our family, our home, its all I ever wanted too. We’ve created something beautiful together, and that’s more than enough.”

Toji wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as he gazes once more at the peaceful scene before him. In that moment, he knows that he has everything he could ever ask for. The life he shares with you and Megumi is his greatest achievement, his greatest joy. And as he holds you close, he realizes that this is exactly where he’s meant to be—home.

The nights are often filled with a gentle stillness, punctuated only by the soft sounds of Megumi’s breathing as he sleeps. Toji finds these quiet moments to be some of the most precious. He cherishes the tranquility that envelops your family, feeling as though he’s finally found his place of peace after years of turmoil.

In the early mornings, when the first light of dawn filters through the curtains, Toji enjoys watching you and Megumi. He loves the way you wake up with a soft smile, the kind that says everything is right in the world.

As you prepare breakfast, Toji often stands by, watching with admiration. You move through the routine with an ease and grace that mesmerize him, the way you hum a soft tune or how you softly chat with Megumi, turning the mundane into something magical.

Mornings are Toji’s favorite time to bond with his son. He takes Megumi in his arms, holding him close as he prepares to start the day. They play together, their laughter filling the room with an infectious joy that makes Toji’s heart swell.

He sees so much of you in Megumi; Everything he loves about you blossomed in your beautiful son. Megumi had the same curious eyes, the same warm smile—and it makes him fall in love with both of you all over again.

On weekends, the family often goes on small adventures. Whether it’s a stroll through the park, a visit to a nearby museum, or a picnic by the river, Toji treasures these outings.

He loves seeing the world through Megumi’s eyes, watching as his son discovers new things and experiences the simple joys of life. He takes pride in being a part of these moments, knowing that he’s helping to create cherished memories for his family.

At night, after Megumi is asleep and the house quiets down, Toji and you find time to connect. These moments of solitude are a chance to share your thoughts and dreams, to reflect on the day and plan for the future.

The conversations are often deep and meaningful, touching on everything from hopes and fears to the little details of daily life. It’s in these conversations that Toji feels most connected to you, realizing how deeply you understand and support him.

Sometimes, Toji thinks back to the days when his life was filled with chaos and uncertainty. He can’t believe how far he’s come, how much he’s changed. And every time he looks at you or Megumi, he’s reminded of just how much he’s gained. The family he’s built with you is a testament to the love and resilience you both share.

As he drifts off to sleep beside you, Toji feels a profound sense of contentment. The days are filled with laughter and love, the nights with peace and connection. He knows that his past is behind him, that he’s finally found the life he was meant to have.

In the quiet darkness, Toji holds you close, grateful for the life you’ve created together. He’s found something he never thought possible—a home, a family, and a love that makes everyday worth living.

And as he whispers a quiet “thank you” into the night, he knows that the greatest gift he’s ever received is the love and happiness you and Megumi have brought into his life.

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HE REALLY THINKS THIS IS THE BEST LIFE ANYONE CAN ASK FOR. Fushiguro Toji enjoys the life you’ve built together. He really does. But lately, a thought has been lingering in his mind, one that keeps surfacing during the quiet moments.

He wonders if maybe life would be even better, fuller—if you and he were to give Megumi a sibling. It’s not that he doesn’t love the way things are now. Ever since Megumi was born, everything shifted naturally; your priorities changed, and together, you’ve navigated this new life of parenthood seamlessly. 

But still, Toji can’t help but worry. Megumi is growing up fast—already past his first birthday and nearing his second. He’s independent in his own quiet way, rarely showing interest in playing with other kids when given the chance. Toji wonders if maybe it’s because Megumi feels a little lonely, being an only child. 

Toji doesn’t voice these thoughts out loud often, but they weigh on his mind. You’ve both done well to balance your lives, your love, and your responsibilities. But he imagines another child, a little sibling for Megumi—someone to share those quiet afternoons and keep him company.

Maybe it’s time to think about it, he muses. After all, family has always been at the center of his thoughts, and adding to yours feels like the natural next step.

Your husband hasn’t brought it up yet, not directly. It’s hard for him to find the right moment, the right words. He’s not one for long conversations or deep discussions, but you know him well enough to notice when something is on his mind.

Lately, he’s been watching Megumi more closely, observing the way your son plays quietly by himself, content in his little world but lacking the spark of excitement that other kids seem to find when surrounded by their peers.

He’s seen it when you’re both at the park, Megumi clinging to your leg instead of running around with the other children. He doesn’t push it—Megumi is still young, and Toji knows better than anyone that everyone moves at their own pace.

But the nagging thought remains: maybe what Megumi needs isn’t just more playdates or time with other kids. Maybe he needs someone at home, a sibling to grow up with, to bond with. Someone who’ll always be there, someone who’ll understand him in a way only a sibling can.

In those quiet moments when the house is calm, and Megumi is tucked away in bed, Toji imagines what it might be like. The sounds of laughter from another room, two pairs of small feet running down the hallway.

The way you’d smile, holding another little one in your arms. The thought makes him feel warm, something he doesn’t experience often. It’s not just about Megumi anymore, he knows that too well. It’s also about the life you’re building, the family you’ve already started. And deep down, he knows he wants to keep growing it.

Still, he wonders how you’ll feel about it. You’ve both been so focused on Megumi, on making sure he’s happy and cared for. Will you think it’s too soon? Will you worry about the shift it would cause in your lives again, the added responsibility?

These thoughts swirl in his mind as he considers how to approach the subject. He doesn’t want to push, but the desire is there, quietly persistent, tugging at him with each passing day.

So one evening, when the house is peaceful and the two of you are sitting together, watching Megumi’s small chest rise and fall as he sleeps, Toji finally lets the words slip out.

“Do you think… Megumi’s lonely?” His voice is soft, almost tentative. He’s not used to sounding uncertain, but this feels like new territory for him. “Like, maybe he’d do better with a sibling?”

The question hangs in the air, unspoken emotions carried within it, waiting for your response.

You pause for a moment, taking in Toji’s words. It’s not a question you expected, but knowing him, you realize this has been on his mind for a while. His concern for Megumi is clear, and the idea of giving your son a sibling is something you’ve thought about before, though not as seriously. But now, hearing it from Toji, you realize it’s more than just a passing thought—it’s a real possibility. 

You glance over at Megumi, fast asleep in his crib, peaceful and unaware of the weight of this conversation. He’s always been a quiet, introspective child, and it’s true—he doesn’t seem to enjoy the company of other kids all that much.

Your little boy is happy to be around you both, that was true enough. He always loves spending time with you both. But with other kids? It's a tough crowd when it comes to your little boy. 

But you’ve always assumed he’d grow out of it, that he’d find his own way to connect. Still, there’s a small part of you that wonders if Toji is right. Maybe Megumi is lonely, and maybe the best thing for him would be to have a sibling to share his life with.

You shift closer to Toji, resting your head against his shoulder. “I don’t know, baby.” you admit softly. “Maybe. He does seem to keep to himself a lot… but he’s still so young. Do you really think a sibling would make a difference?”

Toji lets out a low sigh, his arm wrapping around you as he considers his words. “I think it could. I mean, I didn’t grow up with much family, and I turned out…” He trails off, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Well, let’s just say I don’t want that for Megumi. He deserves more.”

You smile at his attempt to lighten the mood, but the thought lingers in your mind. Toji’s childhood was different—lonely in a way that you know he doesn’t talk about often. Maybe that’s why this means so much to him. Maybe he wants Megumi to have something he never did.

“You think we’re ready for that?” you ask, glancing up at him. It’s a big decision, one that would change everything, again. But there’s something comforting about the idea, too. “I mean with how busy we are and Megumi…”

You’ve seen Toji with Megumi, the way he’s softened since becoming a father. And you love it. More than anything, it was what you think that fulfilled your life — making Toji a father and building a family. him.

But you haven’t thought about it just yet. But now that you’re thinking about it….the thought of adding another little one to your family, watching Toji bond with another child, feels right in a way that you hadn’t fully realized until now.

Toji meets your gaze, his expression more serious now. “I think we are. It’s not gonna be easy, but nothing ever is, right? We made it work with Megumi, and we’ll make it work again.”

His confidence reassures you, and the weight of the decision starts to feel less overwhelming. You’re not just thinking about yourselves anymore; you’re thinking about Megumi and the family you’re building together.

You lean into him, letting his warmth and the quiet of the evening wrap around you both. “Okay, okay….” you say softly, the decision settling into your chest. “Let’s think about it. For Megumi. For us.”

Toji presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you. “Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice full of something deeper than just words. “For all of us.”

But thinking was one thing. Acting on it, especially when the two of you were so deeply drawn to each other—was something entirely different. Whenever the subject of expanding your family surfaced in conversation, it wasn’t long before the connection between you and Toji shifted into something more intense, more immediate.

There was an undeniable pull between you, something that seemed to ignite in the quiet moments when you were alone together, reminding you just how much you desired one another.

It would often happen in the evening, after a long day of work. The two of you would settle into the comfort of your apartment, exhaustion slipping away as you relaxed on the couch after dinner.

Toji would always keep you close, one arm draped over your shoulders, his hand absently tracing patterns on your skin. The world outside would fade as you settled into your quiet bubble, just the two of you in the stillness of the night.

And then, it would happen slowly at first, with a shared glance, a quiet breath, and the unspoken understanding that there was something deeper simmering beneath the surface.

Toji, always so sure in his movements, would gently guide you from the couch to the soft embrace of the bed, laying you down against the pillow with deliberate care, as if you were something precious. His hands would roam, teasing and familiar, as he removed your clothes piece by piece, his fingers gliding over your skin like he’d memorized every inch of you.

By the time his hand slid between your thighs, you were already lost to him, to the way he touched you with a practiced skill that sent shivers down your spine. His fingers worked their way inside you, slow and deliberate at first, drawing out every bit of pleasure as your body responded to him. 

The feeling was electric, the tension between you mounting with each passing second. Toji’s gaze was fixed on you, dark and focused, as if nothing else in the world mattered but the way you were falling apart beneath his touch.

You couldn’t think about anything else in those moments, not about the future or about giving Megumi a sibling. All you could focus on was the sensation of Toji’s fingers moving inside you, the heat of his body pressed against yours, and the sound of your breath hitching in your throat as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge.

Toji knew exactly what he was doing. He always did. The way he touched you, the way he whispered your name in that low, gravelly voice; it drove you wild, leaving you breathless and aching for more. You were wrapped up in him, in the way his fingers curled inside you, his thumb brushing over your most sensitive spot with a precision that made your head spin.

Your back arched, hips instinctively rolling against his hand as the pleasure built, your thoughts scattered in every direction except the present moment. Toji’s lips found your neck, his breath hot against your skin as he whispered, “You’re all mine,” his voice thick with want.

And in that moment, you were. Completely, entirely his. The rest of the world faded away, and all that mattered was the feeling of being lost in him, your body responding to his touch as you let go of everything except the pure, unadulterated pleasure he gave you.

Toji’s fingers moved with a deliberate intensity, his pace quickening as he watched you unravel beneath him. His focus was sharp, every movement calculated to drive you closer to your limit.

You couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped you—soft gasps, whispers of his name, every noise pulling him deeper into his need for you. His lips brushed against your skin, kissing along your neck, while his other hand gripped your waist, holding you in place as your body arched against him.

"That's it, baby." he murmured, voice rough and low. The heat between you was almost unbearable, the air thick with the tension that always seemed to surge whenever you were alone together. 

He was lost in you, in the way your body responded to his touch. His fingers curled inside you, hitting just the right spot that made your breath catch, your hips instinctively lifting toward him as the pressure built in your core.

You were so close, the pleasure winding tight within you, and Toji could sense it. His thumb circled your clit with just the right amount of pressure, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through you. 

"You’re gonna come for me, aren’t you?" he whispered, his lips grazing your ear, the command in his voice leaving no room for anything else. "Let go. I’ve got you."

And just like that, the tension inside you snapped. Your body tensed, then released in a flood of warmth and sensation, a wave of pleasure crashing over you as you cried out, hands clutching at the sheets beneath you.

Toji’s fingers didn’t stop, drawing every last bit of pleasure from you as he held you through it, his lips pressed against your skin, murmuring soft, unintelligible words of praise.

Your body trembled beneath him, the aftershocks of your orgasm still pulsing through you as you tried to catch your breath. Toji slowly withdrew his fingers, but his touch remained gentle, his hand trailing softly along your thigh as he looked down at you, a satisfied smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“You’re perfect like this, baby.” he said quietly, almost to himself. His hand moved to brush a strand of hair away from your face, his eyes softening as they met yours. “Always so damn perfect.”

Your body is still coming down from the high when you look at him, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin as he hovers above you, his smirk deepening. There's a glint in his eyes, that unmistakable fire, as if the conversation you’d had earlier is still echoing in the back of his mind. 

You don’t even have to think too hard about it; it’s like an instinct when you tell him, voice breathless, “I want to give you a baby again.”

Toji’s grin widens, his brow arching slightly. “Oh, is that right?” he teases, his hand trailing lazily down your side, lingering on your hip. But then he leans in closer, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “What’s stopping you then, huh?”

You shake your head vigorously, letting out a soft hum of disagreement, not entirely trusting his intentions. Toji’s always been a dirty fucking liar when it comes to things like this, promising things he knows will make you weak, things you know he’ll never deliver on. 

Yet somehow, even knowing that, you still find it in yourself to love him. And maybe that's why, despite everything, you still let him have you like this, completely bare, letting him slide into you raw, no barriers between you.

He wastes no time, pushing your legs back, your knees nearly pressed up to your chest as he thrusts into you. The intensity is overwhelming, each deep stroke driving you further into the mattress, making your body shake under his relentless pace. 

Toji's grip is strong, controlling, one hand pinning your thigh back as the other rests on your waist, holding you in place like he owns you. And in these moments, it feels like he does.

He has a hold on you in ways you can’t quite explain, two different kinds of control—one physical, the other something deeper, emotional, binding you to him in a way that’s undeniable.

“You’re really getting into it huh, sweetheart?” His voice drips with mock sweetness, but there’s a dark edge to it, each word paired with a heavy, punishing thrust that knocks the breath out of you. “You want me to fill up that sweet little belly?”

His words are a tease, malicious in the way only Toji can be, his voice laced with cruel affection. His grin matches it, sharp and selfish, as if he knows exactly what he’s doing to you, how every filthy promise pushes you closer to the brink. Your mind is spinning, caught between wanting to resist and wanting to give in completely.

Then, his pace slows slightly, his hand gripping your jaw as he forces you to look up at him, his gaze locking with yours. The teasing drops, replaced with something far more commanding. His eyes burn with an intensity that makes your stomach flip, and his voice, low and rough, sends shivers down your spine.

“Gimme fuckin’ words, baby.” he growls, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. “I need words.”

Your breath hitches, the weight of his command settling heavy in the pit of your stomach. You know what he’s asking for—he needs to hear it from you, needs the affirmation that you’re his, that you want this just as much as he does. His pace haughtily picks up again, a merciless rhythm, every thrust driving deeper as he waits for your response.

“I—” you try to catch your breath, your voice shaky as you struggle to form the words. But the sensation is too much, the way he’s filling you, stretching you, making it hard to think about anything but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through your body. “I want you,” you finally manage, voice barely above a whisper.

Toji’s dark green eyes narrow slightly, unsatisfied with your answer. He grabs your chin harder, his pace growing even more ruthless. “That’s not enough, baby.” he growls, his voice a dangerous rasp. “Tell me. What do you want?”

Your mind is foggy, body trembling beneath him, and you can feel yourself on the edge again, teetering close to the point of no return. His dominance over you in this moment is absolute, and you can’t fight it, can’t resist the pull of his command. 

“I want you to fill me up, babe.” you finally gasp, your words spilling out in a rush, almost desperate. “I want your baby, Toji.”

His response is immediate, a low, satisfied groan rumbling from his chest as he picks up the pace, driving into you with a newfound intensity.

“That’s my good girl right there, hm?” he growls, his grip tightening as he slams into you with brutal force, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’re gonna take all of me, aren’t you? Gonna let me give you exactly what you asked for.”

Your body answers for you, already falling apart beneath him as his words send you spiraling into another wave of pleasure. Every thrust pushes you deeper into the mattress, your legs shaking, your breath ragged as Toji takes what’s his, just like he always does.

And even through the haze of pleasure, you know there’s no escaping him. Toji has you—mind, body, and soul—and there’s nothing you wouldn’t give him, nothing you wouldn’t do for him.

Toji’s grip on you tightens as the intensity between you both heightens. His hips slam into yours with an unrelenting force, each thrust harder and deeper than the last, driving you closer to the edge with every movement.

Your husband was too good at playing this game of pleasure. You were hanging on for dear life, stuck in a pleasurable pandemonium. The rough rhythm of his body against yours, combined with the filthy words spilling from his mouth, sends shockwaves through your entire being.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby.” he growls, his voice dark with possession. “You’re gonna let me fill you up, huh? Make you mine all over again, just like you want.”

You can barely form coherent thoughts as your body responds to him, legs trembling with the sheer force of his thrusts. The sounds of your shared breathing, the slap of skin against skin, and the creak of the mattress fill the room, an unspoken rhythm between you two that’s as primal as it is intimate.

You’re completely at his mercy, pinned beneath him, helpless to do anything but feel. This man occupies everything in you as easily as you breathe. And you wanted him. You wanted more of him.

“Toji—” you gasp, his name leaving your lips like a prayer, your nails digging into his shoulders, holding on to him for dear life. Your whole world narrows down to this moment, the heat of his body on yours, the way he’s completely taken over your senses.

He releases one of your legs, shifting slightly to lean down, his lips brushing against your ear, hot and heavy with every breath. “You’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you?” he murmurs, his tone laced with both a command and a dark kind of affection. “Every last drop.”

His words send a jolt through you, pushing you closer to the edge you’ve been teetering on. The pressure builds inside you, winding tight in your belly, threatening to snap at any second. And Toji knows it. He can feel the way your body clenches around him, the way your breath hitches with every thrust.

“Say it again, baby.” he demands, his pace somehow growing even more brutal, hips pounding into you relentlessly. “Tell me what you want.”

Your heart races, and it takes everything in you to gasp out the words between broken breaths. “I want you to fill me up… I want your baby, Toji, please—” Your voice is desperate, the plea tumbling out before you can stop it.

The satisfaction in his eyes is unmistakable, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he growls in response. “Good girl.”

And with that, he pushes you over the edge. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, your body convulsing beneath him as the pleasure crashes through you, wave after wave, your voice breaking as you cry out.

Toji doesn’t stop, his thrusts driving deeper, harder, drawing every last bit of pleasure from you until you’re left trembling, barely able to catch your breath.

He’s close too; you can feel it in the way his movements grow more erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as he chases his own release. He lets out a low, guttural moan, his pace faltering for a moment before he slams into you one final time, his hips flush against yours as he fills you completely, the warmth of him spilling deep inside you.

Toji’s body goes tense for a brief second, and then he collapses against you, his breath ragged and heavy as he rides out the last waves of his release. His hand moves to brush a strand of hair from your face, his eyes softened now, the intense fire in them dimmed into something more tender.

He presses a kiss to your forehead, still holding you close, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. “You’re perfect, perfectttt. Just like that, baby.” he murmurs, his voice quieter now, the raw edge gone. “Every damn time.”

You’re still catching your breath, your body exhausted but sated, the warmth of him pressed against you grounding you in the moment. There’s something comforting in the way he holds you after, a quiet reassurance that, despite his teasing and rough exterior, there’s a deep connection between you both that runs far beyond words.

Toji’s body stays pressed against yours, his breathing still heavy as he recovers from the intensity of what you just shared. The room feels warm, the quiet between you filled with the soft sounds of your breathing, the lingering sensation of him still deep inside you. For a moment, it’s peaceful, like you’re both floating in the afterglow.

But that peace doesn’t last long.

You feel him stir against you, his lips brushing over your skin, trailing soft kisses along your collarbone. His hand slides over your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare skin. There’s a shift in the air, a subtle change in his energy that you recognize immediately. He’s not done—not even close.

Your husband recovers so fast, you couldn't even help but wonder what sort of super human he is. When he gets excited, he won't stop until he makes that excitement have fulfilment. And Fushiguro Toji will take an take. His monster of pleasure demands to be full.

“Toji…” you whisper, your voice already betraying the anticipation that’s starting to build again. You feel his smirk against your skin, the low chuckle that vibrates through his chest as he kisses his way up to your neck, nipping softly at your pulse point.

“You didn’t think I was finished with you, did you? Need for my come to take, baby. Need to give you as much as possible.” he murmurs, voice dark with intent. His hand moves down, fingers grazing the inside of your thigh, teasing, as if testing your readiness for what’s to come. “Besides, baby, Iknow you can take more. You always do.”

Before you can even respond, Toji pulls out of you slowly, the absence of him leaving you aching, only to have him slide back in a moment later—deeper, harder, the sudden stretch drawing a sharp gasp from your lips. He groans softly, his hands gripping your hips as he starts moving, this time with a slower, more deliberate rhythm.

His hips roll against yours, each thrust precise, dragging out the sensation with agonizing slowness. You can feel him fully, every inch of him stretching you, filling you up completely as he starts to build up the intensity again. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, urging him to take more of you.

“Toji—” you moan, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back as he presses you deeper into the mattress.

“Shh, baby. ” he whispers, leaning down so that his lips are inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m gonna take my time with you, like I always do. You'd let me, won't you, mama?”

And he does. He moves at his own pace, each thrust measured and controlled, as if he’s savoring every second of being inside you. His eyes lock onto yours, that commanding intensity from earlier returning as he watches every reaction you give him.

It’s almost too much, the way he’s making you feel so exposed, so vulnerable beneath him, but you can’t tear your gaze away. You’re completely at his mercy. Perhaps even more than before. It was just the way it was between the two of you. And you can't help but want it.

His hand moves between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, rubbing in slow, tight circles that send sparks shooting through your core. The combination of his deep, deliberate thrusts and the focused attention on your most sensitive spot is overwhelming, and you can already feel the pressure building again, faster this time.

“You’re such a good baby girl, my little wife, huh?” he groans, his voice gravelly with desire. “You love it, don’t you? Love the way I fuck you, mama.”

You nod, unable to form words, your body reacting to him instinctively. His thick thumb presses harder against your clit, and your hips buck up toward him, chasing the pleasure that’s building so quickly it’s almost dizzying.

“Use your words, my baby. I need your words to be clear, hm?” he orders, his voice sharp and commanding. “Tell me how much you love it.”

“I— I love it, babe. I….Oh–” you gasp, barely able to get the words out as the pleasure coils tight inside you. “I love how you fuck me, Toji.”

“That’s it, baby. Good girl, my pretty wife.” he groans, his pace picking up as he drives into you harder now, more relentlessly. “You’re gonna come for me again, aren’t you? Like the good little wife you are? Gonna make me a daddy again, huh?”

You can feel yourself getting closer, every nerve in your body on fire as he takes you right to the edge again. His hand doesn’t stop, rubbing firm circles against your clit, and the pressure inside you becomes unbearable.

“Toji, please—” you moan, your voice desperate.

“I know, baby, I know.” he whispers, his pace quickening, his thrusts becoming rougher, more erratic as he chases his own release. “Come for me. I want to feel you fall apart again.”

His words push you over the edge, and your orgasm crashes through you, harder than before. Your body clenches around him, back arching as your eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure almost too much to handle. Toji groans low in his throat as he feels you tighten around him, his hips slamming into yours as he rides out every wave of your release.

You’re barely coming down from your high when you feel him thrust into you one last time, his grip on your hips bruising as he finally lets go, his own release hitting him hard. He moans your name, the sound of it rough and primal, as he fills you completely, his body going rigid above you.

For a long moment, neither of you move, the room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing, your bodies still tangled together. Toji’s weight is comforting against you, grounding you as you come back down from the intensity of everything that just happened.

Finally, he pulls out slowly, rolling onto his back beside you. His arm reaches out, pulling you close so that you’re curled against his chest, your head resting on his shoulder. There’s a soft, satisfied hum in his throat as he presses a kiss to your forehead, his fingers lazily stroking your arm.

“You’re something else, baby.” he murmurs, his voice full of lazy affection, though there’s still that edge of satisfaction in it, like he knows exactly how much control he has over you.

You don’t need to respond—he already knows how deeply he affects you, how much you need him just as much as he needs you. And as you lie there in the quiet, wrapped in each other’s warmth, you can’t help but think about how, despite all of Toji’s roughness and teasing, there’s no place you’d rather be than here, in his arms. And you wish, so desperately, that you could give him another child. 

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epilogue

The next morning, you’re still tangled up in the sheets, but it’s not out of luxury. You try to move, but as soon as you shift an inch, your body protests with an aching reminder of exactly what Toji had done to you last night. Every muscle feels like it’s been through a battle, and you can't help but groan as you flop back onto the bed, surrendering to the pain.

From the doorway, you hear the sound of little footsteps padding across the floor. Megumi toddles in, clutching a stuffed animal under his arm, his wide eyes peeking over the edge of the bed. Behind him, Toji strides in, smirking like the smug devil he is.

“Morning, baby.” Toji says, far too chipper for someone who’d spent the entire night wrecking you. He’s holding a tray with what looks like breakfast—eggs, toast, and even a small bowl of fruit—but what stands out is the cup of coffee that you need more than air right now.

“Morning.” you croak, wincing as you try to sit up, only to immediately regret it. “I can’t feel my legs, babe. Pretty sure you broke me.”

Toji lets out a low chuckle, clearly proud of himself. “Yeah? Thought you liked it when I went all out.”

“Liking it and being able to walk after are two different things, you know.” you grumble, pulling the blanket up higher as Megumi stares at you with that same curious expression.

Toji sets the tray down on the bedside table, then leans down to kiss your forehead. “Guess I’ll have to carry you everywhere today, huh?” His voice is thick with amusement, and you shoot him a half-hearted glare, but honestly, you’re too tired to fight back.

“Please do, babe. I’m basically a noodle.”

Just then, Megumi climbs up onto the bed, his little hands gripping the edge as he pulls himself up with determination. He plops down beside you, his stuffed animal tucked under his chin. You smile, your heart warming despite the soreness, and Toji hands you the tray, still smirking like he’s king of the world.

“Breakfast in bed, as promised,” he says, crossing his arms like he’s just done you the biggest favor in the world. “Made it with Megumi. Though, uh, you might wanna avoid the toast. He helped with that.”

You glance down at the toast in question, one piece charred to a crisp, the other half-raw in the middle. “I see his culinary skills are coming along nicely.”

Toji laughs, sitting down at the edge of the bed. “Hey, he’s learning. Can’t all be naturals like me.”

You raise an eyebrow, but before you can shoot back a sarcastic remark, Megumi climbs into Toji’s lap, looking between the two of you with that innocent, wide-eyed look only toddlers can pull off. “Hm, hm. I love my good house husband, really.”

“As you should, baby.” He snickers back at you. “No one else will be like this for you but me.”

“I know, I know.” You say as you continue to eat.

He smiles and kisses your head. “Good.”

“Toji, babe….” you say, setting the tray aside and carefully reaching out to ruffle Megumi’s hair. “If I can’t walk today, you're on diaper duty.”

Toji looks genuinely horrified for a split second. "Now, wait a minute—"

"All your fault, Mr. 'let me give you a baby,’" you tease, biting into your eggs while giving him a pointed look. "So, now you get to deal with the consequences."

Megumi looks up at him, blinking with his bright big eyes, and Toji sighs dramatically. "Fine, fine." he says, giving you that classic Toji smirk. “But next time, you’re gettin’ the easy job.”

You roll your eyes, though there’s a playful smile on your face. “Next time, maybe go easy on me so I can still stand.”

Toji grins, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips, voice low and teasing. “No promises, baby.”

And with that, the morning unfolds with you lounging in bed, Fushiguro Megumi occasionally wandering over to offer you his stuffed animal, and Toji trying (and failing) to get through diaper duty without swearing under his breath. You can’t help but laugh at the sight of him, the big, tough man reduced to toddler chaos.

But despite everything;

the soreness, the teasing, the burnt toast—you wouldn’t have it any other way.

This is life.

[tokkiwrites]

summary: you are staying with your aunt this summer. she loves talking you to places only she enjoys, so when your night together was becoming increasingly irritating, a handsome stranger shows you that jazz clubs aren't so bad.

tags: pwp, old man logan, human logan, age gap, mention of divorce, afab reader, sex with a stranger, sex in a public space, p in v unprotected (that's spooky!! don't do it), creampie, dirty talk, a few pet names, sir kink, a little breeding kink (for like a line).

/ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ happy spookytokki kinktober!! I'm kicking this off with a logan fic because i can't be stopped. this is around 3.1k words, so i hope you enjoy it. omg, my 2nd kinktober guys, yeppeee. IF YOU SEE ANY TYPOS NO U DIDN'T

The people here don’t rush—they settle. its something you had to learn the hard way, now that your parents left you with your aunt for the summer. She enjoyed the finer things in life, like pearls that had to sit perfectly, right above her clavicle, aged whiskey with no ice in it, and jazz clubs.

"Oh, I wish I grew up during those times... the roaring twenties. Everything was much more sophisticated andㅡ what's that word..? oh, polished." she went on. "Yeah, and more racist." you perk up. "Young lady! Your dad left you with me so you can straighten your act up. Now you speak when I tell you to." her voice was stern.

"Oh, now I truly feel like I'm in the 1920s, next up, my lobotomy!" you say with a strained smile whilst doing the infamous 'jazz hands'. By the time you finish, your aunt is red in the face, and it wasn't from the absurd ammount of rouge she had on. You clear out your throat and get up from the table. "I'll go use the washroom. Sorryㅡ" the woman scoffs as you turn around and leave "We'll talk about this home."

holding in your giggles, you swiftly make your way to the bathroom, finally letting go of the laughs you were keeping down as you close the door behind you. you didn’t hate your aunt, you hated that she tried to be something she wasn't; those pearls were not 'swanky originals' as she would say when people asked, but a $7 gift from her cheating, ex-husband. then again, maybe that why she felt the need to create this persona when others are around. and maybe that's why your parents sent you away from home, as to not hear about their inevitable divorce. it's not like you were a child. you were their child, but an adult nonetheless. alas, you were 22, stuck in a jazz club with your divorcee aunt, laughing all on your own.

well, almost.

"What's so funny, young lady?" what. the. fuck. why is there a man in the woman’s bathroom? and why is he talking to you? "Excuse me, old man, this is theㅡ" you raise your voice, and you turn around to face him but the words get stuck in your throat as you lay eyes on him. he was stunning, incredibly handsomeㅡ to say the least. His dark hair, streaked with the slightest touch of silver at the temples, was slicked back with utmost precision. A neatly trimmed beard framed his strong jawline, the salt-and-pepper strands giving him a distinguished air, as if life had brushed him with just the right amount of experience without taking away any of his vitality. His eyes, a deep, knowing hue, carried the weight of someone who had seen the world, yet still found wonder in it.

"Lady? Hey, 'r you okay?" he pulls you out of your trance. "What, oh- I, yeah! What are you doing in the ladies room?" you finally speak up again and he raises one of his brows before questioning you again. "You sure? 'm pretty positive the door distinctly said 'mens room' then againㅡ" he point to the sign printed on the door "I'm just an old man, so you might be right." oh, how you regret calling him that. even though he was oldㅡ not the old you meant when you said it. with your face scrunched up you turn around and read the sign.

fuck.

"What's it say, sweetheart?" he prys as you let out a defeated sigh. "mens room.." you reply. "what's that? sorry, I'm so old I can barely hear ya." you ball up your fists in embarrassment and say it louder. "mens room."

"Yeah...mens room." you can hear the sound of his footsteps coming closer from behind you. His voice was low, teasing, the kind that sent shivers down your spine despite your frustration. You could feel him standing behind you now, the warmth of his presence far too close for comfort. His breath brushed against the back of your neck, and you bit down on your lip to suppress the strange rush of nerves rising in your chest.

"Looks like you wandered in here by mistake," he said, voice smooth and almost amused. "But I won't hold it against you. Happens to the best of us, sweetheart."

Sweetheart. There it was again, the casual endearment that somehow made your skin prickle. You turned around to face him once more, trying to muster some semblance of composure, though it was nearly impossible with him standing near you. Up close, he was even more disarming, his gaze sharp yet somehow warm, like he was in on some private joke you hadn’t quite caught on to yet.

"I'm sorry," you muttered, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. "I didn't mean to—"

"Don't worry," he cut you off, one corner of his mouth lifting into a crooked smile that sent your pulse racing. "No harm done. Besides, it’s not every day I get to have a conversation this... interesting in a bathroom." he motions his hands around.

"I didn’t mean to call you old. That was... uncalled for."

He let out a low chuckle, the sound rumbling through the air between you. "Don't sweat it. I've been called worse, trust me. Besides, a little gray never hurt anyone, right?" He ran a hand through his hair, almost like he was flaunting it, as if daring you to disagree.

You found yourself at a loss for words again, caught between wanting to melt into the floor and the strange, undeniable attraction pulling you toward him. a little gray never hurt, indeed. "So," he continued, breaking the silence as his gaze roamed over your flustered expression. "What’s a lady like you doing in a men's room anyway? Trying to stir up trouble?"

You rolled your eyes, finally finding your footing again, and crossed your arms over your chest. "I could ask you the same thing, considering you're not exactly rushing me out of here."

"Maybe I’m just enjoying the company," he said, his voice dropping just a bit lower, sending a flutter through your stomach. "Or maybe I’m just waiting to see if you figure out how to get out of this mess." the man takes a step closer. Before you could stop yourself, you let out a small laugh. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you?"

"Maybe," he replied, stepping even closer, his voice now barely more than a murmur. "But you're still standing here, aren't you?" his palm now sitting on the small of your back, and it feels like you've been waiting for this your whole life. it was disarming, intoxicating—how effortlessly he touched you, as if he’d always known you, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

You drew in a shaky breath, trying to steady the pounding in your chest, but the way he looked at you made it impossible. His eyes, deep and piercing, held you in place, like they were pulling you into some unspoken dance, something wild and unnamed.

"Not saying much now, are you, sweetheart?" he whispered, his lips so close to your ear you could feel the heat of his breath. His fingers splayed ever so slightly against your back, and you swore you could feel your pulse thrum beneath his touch, like a melody. You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. Every nerve in your body was screaming at you to moveㅡ to break away from him this instant, but your feet were rooted to the spot.

"I'mㅡ" you tried to speak but your voice betrayed you. The curve of his mouth shifted into a slow, devilish smile as his hand slid a fraction lower, just above your hip, a silent invitation pulling you nearer.

"See?" His voice was like velvet, wrapping around you. "Maybe you didn’t wander in here by accident after all." he tuts. "Your daddy was right, you do need straightening up, sweet thing."

"Y-You know my dad?" and he can only chuckle. "I don’t, baby," he drawled, "But that little fight you had with your aunt a few minutes ago? Well, it was heard by more ears than you think." You’d thought your quarrel was contained, tucked away in a corner where no one could witness the messy unraveling of your family drama. But apparently, you were wrong—so very wrong.

"I-It wasn't really a fight.." you huff, trying to fight the growing warmth in your core. "Right, you were just being a brat. I got that, too." your eyes find his again, heart plummeting into your chest. "I'm good with brats." god, how wrong it all felt, yet you couldn't find a way. you didn't want a way out. your aunt was waiting, but you were dripping with arousal in the arms of an older man who was a complete strangerㅡ not to forget you were in the bathroom of a bar, where anyone could walk in on you at any moment. but was it so wrong to want what's wrong?

"So...You gonna let me teach you some manners, young lady?" The words hang between you, igniting something you couldn’t name , but you felt it, burning, spreading. But you couldn’t bring yourself to care. No, you didn’t want to care. you felt drawn, tethered to him by something far more primal, more consuming. The risk, the recklessness—it was intoxicating. You couldn’t deny the hunger that twisted in your belly, the way your body leaned into his touch despite the alarm bells ringing faintly in the back of your mind. Maybe you’d always been waiting for something, or someone, to break you out of the mold you were supposed to fit into.

"You're thinking too much, sweetheart," he teases, his voice low and rough, sending warmth coursing through you. "Just let go. You know you want to."

The last piece of resistance crumbles. You don't want to fight anymore. You want to see where this will go, consequences be damned. You want the wildness, the chaos, the thrill of stepping outside the boundaries you've always kept yourself within.

Without thinking, you tilt your head up, meeting his gaze with a mixture of defiance and submission. His eyes darken, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, as if he's won some battle. "Good girl," he breathes, his thumb brushing the edge of your jaw. The contact sends sparks through you, and your skin burns where he touches.

"Can you at least...tell me your name? please?" You’re caught in this moment, teetering on the edge of something dangerous, and part of you needs to know who has you under their spell.

"My name’s Logan, sweet thing," he says, the name rolling off his tongue with a rough edge, like it holds more than he’s letting on. His fingers trail lightly along your shoulder and down to your cleavage, the contact making your breath hitch. "But you won’t be needing it for now," he adds. "You'll be calling be sir. Understand?" whatever happens next, you're no longer in control so you nod your head eagerly, but he isn't satisfied. "Speak, girl."

"Yes, sir." you force the words out. The moment you say it, you feel the world tilt, like something has shifted between you, pulling you further into the depths of whatever this is. The man's lips curl into a smile yet again, he reaches behind you and you close your eyes. you hear a faint click and then a soft chuckle. "Let's hope no one gets a hold of the key, wouldn't want anyone to interrupt our time here, unlessㅡ" your cheeks heat up, your thighs now pressed further together. "You'd like us to get caught, huh? Dirty girl." those last words send your head spinning and you swear you could come just from his voice alone. you never thought you'd be in a situation like this, but deep down, you wished someone just walked through that door only to see you splayed out under Logan.

without any hesitation, he spins both of you so that you are facing the large golden mirror above the counter. Logan groans, rolling his shoulders back as he bends you over the sink, your hips snug in his grip. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, baby."

"Thank you, sir." this earns you a tug at the hair, his face right in the crook of your neck. "Say that again, baby." and you do. even if to you he's just a stranger, the need to obey him burns at your insides. you can feel his hard-on rubbing against your ass, so you press up against him making logan hiss. "You getting cocky, miss? Or are you just that excited for an old man to fuck you?"

you look down. "Please.." The man shakes his head and lands a hard smack on one of your asscheeks, making you yelp in the process. He takes his time pulling up your almost see-through dress, finally taking a look at your soaking panties that were barely covering anything. His calloused thumb makes contact with your clothed folds, dragging it up and down, in painfully slow circles. Without a warning, you hear the material rip and feel the flimsy undergarments fall on the cold tiled floor. "Pretty pussy." he mutters under his breath, undoing his trousers. he pulls them a bit down, enough for his manhood to spring free and slap against his covered bellybutton. you can see it all in the mirrorㅡ it's huge. you gasp softly as you feel him drag the tip of it against your swollen bud, and you hide your gaze, head hanging low. this doesn't last long, as you feel his rough palm grab at your face and pulling it up again. you're making eye contact with him through the mirror and you see him shake his head. "No, no. You watch while I fuck you, understand?" you shake your head, agreeing, but that isn't good enough so he slaps your cheek with the back of his hand, lightly. "Words, baby, words."

"Yes, sir." he drags the pulsing tip up and down, up and down as if he didn't make you wait long enough, turning you into a whining messㅡ truthfully you never wanted it to end, so maybe him teasing was his way of making sure this lasts. after he thinks its sufficient, logan starts to push inside, and godㅡ your breath gets stuck into your throat, from the feeling laden with thorns; every prick of discomfort is countered by an unexpected surge of delight. Your tears fall down onto the surface under you, little moans gripping your throat as he slips inside further. "You're okay, baby, you're okay. C'monㅡ" he assures you, asking you to surrender. "Take it all- there we go.." he praises, lifting your hips a bit to get a better angle. Logan moves gently at first, each stroke hitting deeper within your core, the pain soon converging with ecstasy right as he alerts his movements.

his hips dive down with force, one of his palms snaking up and wrapping itself tightly around your throat, assuring you see how good he's destroying you. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, knew you could take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made wrapped around Logan. "Fuckㅡ sir, please.." you manage. pulling at your hair he starts "What if your sweet aunt walked in just now, huh? What ifㅡ fuck! What if she saw how good you take this cock? Yeah, nice and deep, there ya go, baby, there ya go." while thrusting relentlessly into you, your legs barely holding up anymore.

Feeling you tightening, the hand that was around your throat slips down to your clit, while the other makes you spread your legs wide again for easier access, giving you a chance to take in a big gasp of air. "want me to breed this pussy, huh? feel you up with my babies? let people inside this room, let them see your pussy filled with my come- you want that?" the room spins around you, body floating as if ready to plummet back down, you try your best to reply. "yes, yes- please, please, sir, I'mㅡ"

"Go ahead." the man succeeded to say, between his breathy groans. "Thank you, thank you, oh god, thank you so much, sir!" you say as if praying to him whilst he keeps fucking into you. The man buries himself into you as you come down from your high, body almost too limp to register your surroundings. he slaps your ass, and watches you writhe under him. With a few more snaps of his hips you know he's close, nails digging roughly into your skin as he finally paints your walls with white ropes. "God fucking dammit!" you know that you'll be bruised tomorrow.

the bathroom feels sticky, and the mirror in front of you is all fogged up, but you can just barely make out your face, all tearstained and messy. You moan as he pulls out, the sudden feeling of emptiness leaving you shivering. Logan watches intently as his seed drips out of you, your body beautifully splayed out right under him. You squeeze around nothing, licking your lips, as you feel the warm beads of come trickling from inside of you, down your thighs. you're both quiet for a bit, catching your breaths. you feel like you are floating.

The sounds of the world fade away, leaving just the echo of your heartbeats. The weight of what just happened presses down on you both, thick and suffocating as you exchange glances through the mirror. Finally, you break the silence. “What do we do now?” The realization sinks in. What's done is done. "We clean you up and pray no one heard anything, baby." Logan laughs reassuringly, sensing the uncertainty in your voice.

maybe jazz clubs nights with your aunt aren't so bad after all.

[slutforfictionalwomen]

New things

Kinktober day 16

Wanda M x Natasha R x Fem Reader

Main kinks: Bondage, hypno kink.

Word count: 1,7K

Summary: You've been in a dom/sub relationship with two dominant women for a year, when they decide they want to level things up a bit.

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub, bdsm, bondage, pet names, hypnosis, cunnilingus, strap on use, use of vibrator, playroom, rough sex, hair pulling.

A/N: This is not the accurate representation of hypnosis. This is more like a mix with Wanda's power.

Your dominant Natasha doesn't often invite you to her office. But yesterday, she told you there was something she and your other dominatrix, Wanda, wanted to speak to you about. Since it was a bit secretive, it sparked excitement in you. You know they love you too much to dump you, so it can't really be anything bad that is going to happen.

You got dressed in the dark purple dress Wanda picked out for you. You probably wouldn't have chosen it for yourself, but when you tried it on for Wanda, you thought it suited you. Wanda put a bit on top of that, saying you looked like the cutest little plaything in it, only for her and Natasha.

You put on the expensive Docs Natasha insisted on buying you. You once said you thought they were pretty, then you saw the price tag and immediately said they were way too expensive. Natasha said she didn't mind the price, but you didn't want her to spend all that money on you. She then bought them after threatening to punish you if you kept up the back talk.

You look at your final outfit in the mirror. You put on some eyeliner and mascara earlier, but that's it. You know your girlfriends prefer you without any concealer or foundation, your unclear skin makes you look more youthful, which they somehow like. You decide that you look fine. It's time to meet them.

~

You receive a tight 'yes' when you knock on the door of Natasha's office. You walk in to see your partners sitting at Natasha's desk, Wanda has her usual tea and Natasha her coffee. "Hey," you greet them with a smile whilst sitting down.

"Good evening, pretty girl," Wanda says, pushing a few documents over to you and gently grazing your fingers when she can.

"We've been in this relationship and dynamic for a year today, we thought it was about time to renew the contract we made to keep boundaries clear," your other dominant speaks. She speaks less flirty than Wanda, as usual, but she gives you the sweetest smile.

You take a second to look at them in awe, both of them in their work suits, and you in your pretty little dress. "Okay, so I just.. fill this in?" Immediately after asking, you receive a nod from both. You pic up the pen they put down for you and start thoroughly reading and filling in the documents.

~

You're almost done, but at the last one, you start questioning it. Hypnosis. Last time, you said no. It was your first time being in this type of relationship and put hypnosis as a hard limit. This time, you're curious. You want to experiment.

Wanda seems to notice your struggle. "What's wrong, dear?" She gives you a kind smile, willing to explain anything to you.

"What do you mean by hypnosis exactly?" You look up at them and point at the word. Wanda and Natasha share a quick look, then Natasha starts speaking.

"Hypnosis is often used in the bdsm scene for multiple reasons. Wanda has the ability to hypnotise people very easily, which makes this one we are very interested in trying. Would you like to try?" Natasha quickly explains it.

You look at them, then back at the paper, then back at them. Wanda gives you the sweetest smile. She would never hurt you. You trust her. "I'll try it."

~

At Halloween night, when the kids have stopped coming by the door and have probably all gone to bed, Natasha in her cop costume puts her handcuffs on you after randjmly asking if you could. You then realise they are not the usual handcuffs for a cop costume, but your actual own leather playroom handcuffs.

"What is this all about?" You ask Natasha as she guides you to the play room, where she and Wanda have all the tools. When you think of Wanda, you come to the thought that you don't know where she has gone.

"It's all part of the plan, baby." Natasha gets you on the bed, facing up. She clicks the handcuffs to the special designed headboard, and you naturally start tugging on it.

Wanda comes in, still wearing her witchy costume, though she always dresses a bit witchy. Your black cat costume, which they picked out for you, finishes it all off.

"Okay baby, I want to hypnotise you, but you have to fully consent to it. You also have to do what I say for me to be able to put you under hypnosis in the first place. What do you say to that?" Wanda kisses your forehead, another sign that you are safe with her.

"That's okay, mommy. I like the idea and I will listen." You reply in the best way possible, trying not to seem nervous.

"That's a good girl, just do what I say. First relax, get into a comfortable position, and close your eyes." You do exactly what she says, allowing for this to begin.

~

It took a lot of listening and relaxing, but Wanda finally got you into a hypnotised state. You instantly love the feeling of fully giving up control in a literal way. It feels somehow hazy.

Natasha takes off your handcuffs, so you are basically free to go, but you aren't. Something is holding you back. Something is between the signals from your brain to your arms, which means you are not putting them down next to you.

"Put your arms down, love," Wanda says, and immediately, you are able to put them down beside you. "Now get up and strip."

Again, you do what she says. You try resisting a bit, but you really can't. You take off your top, then your skirt and thights.

"Make her sit down and take her underwear off, then spread her legs to show us her wet pussy." Natasha is standing behind Wanda, her hands on the other woman's waist and her mouth by her ear.

Wanda visibly shivers but goes through with it. "You heard her, sit down. First your bra, then your pretty undies."

Said and done. You sit down to give them the show they want. Your pussy is dripping wet, Natasha audibly moans at the sight, coming to get a closer look.

"I'm having too much fun with this, Natty." Wanda looks at Natasha, pouting. She then turns her attention back to you. "Let's try something. On the floor. Ten sit-ups, I want to see your legs wide."

You didn't know what to expect, but it most certainly wasn't this. You don't want to do this. It's humiliating. You can't resist the force, and so you start doing the sit-ups she told you to do.

After doing ten, you see Wanda and Natasha looking at your pussy with amused expressions. It makes you blush.

"Wands, I can't wait any longer." Natasha poles Wanda, then starts taking off her outfit, only keeping on her black lingerie.

You feel the force to get up before Wanda speaks. "Sit down on that bench, legs wide." When you sit down like she told you to, she sits down on your side and starts kissing you.

Captured in the kiss, you didn't notice Natasha kneeling down to start licking your pussy. She starts off with kitten licks but soon goes into a pattern of sucking and licking and sometimes nibbling. You can tell she enjoys it from her noises.

Wanda chuckles when she notices your effort to try and close your legs around your mistresses head, but obviously failing due to the hypnosis. Natasha starts to add pushing her tongue into your aching hole to the rhythm, which makes you even more desperate and loud into your snogging session with Wanda.

When you are really close and almost there, Natasha pulls away, and the hypnosis is being lifted. Wanda also stops kissing you, delivering a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Whyyyy," you whine out in frustration. Wanda is now leading you back to the bed. Natasha again accompanies her. She is now wearing your favourite strap and back to putting handcuffs on you. This time, you get pushed onto the bed facing the mattress, and the clip of the handcuffs is detached to the headboard.

"Because this is part of the plan. Ass up," Natasha commands you. When you disobey, because you can now that you're out of hypnosis, you receive a hard smack.

When you do as Natasha says, Wanda lies down beside you in a way that she has a view on your pussy. You can see her bringing up a wand vibrator, the only warning before it's being turned on and pressed against your dripping cunt.

After a minute of Wanda drawing moans from you with the wand vibrator, Natasha joins in, thrusting her strap into you. Your mistress immediately goes deep, setting up a nice pace.

When you mewl at the intensity, Natasha decides you grab your hair and pull your head back, fucking into you harder. She chuckles at the cat eats you're still wearing from the costume, and her hand goes to wander over your bare tits. You're gorgeous, just their plaything. Even without the hypnosis, you do anything they tell you to do.

"Mommy!" You suddenly scream out when Wanda turns up the vibrator to the highest level. Natasha sees this as a sign to pound into you even harder.

"Are you close yet?" Wanda asks in the most seductive voice you have ever heard from her. You had been close for what felt like ages, but you somehow didn't care to say it.

"Yes, mommy. So close." You whine out. Your legs start to tremble. You have to try hard to keep yourself up.

"Do you want to cum for us, sweety?" Natasha's voice is dark as always, the most sadistic one of the two. Her pace keeps going up, and when you think she can't speed up anymore, she picks up the pace only last time.

"Yes, please mistress. Please let me cum!" You try to pull back from her thrusts to avoid coming without permission, but that behaviour is noticed as Natasha delivers a smack to your butt.

"Go ahead, cum for us." You don't even recognise who said the words when the hardest orgasm you've ever had races through you. One moment, you were cumming hard. The next, you went completely black.

[scarletemeraldpurple]

Kinktober Day 1: Pet Play

Yelena Belova x Sapphic Reader

Daddy as a title, reader is called puppy a lot, kink exploration, oral (r receiving, genitals vague), tit sucking (Yelena receiving)

You had been seeing Yelena for a few weeks now and things were going well between you two. Tonight she had taken you on a lovely date, so lovely, that now you were being invited into her appartement.

You started to follow her into the kitchen where she was going to get the two of you some water. She looked back at you and chucked to herself.

“You, sit.” She said, pointing to her couch.

You did as she asked.

“Now stay, I’ll be back in just a second.”

And she was. You had no idea how she was so quick

“Here. Drink.” She said.

You took a few sips of water, then just held the cup so your hands had something to do .

Yelena eyed you. A look of amusement on her face. You felt self conscious, unsure what you did that was so funny.

“Could you put the glass down?” She asked.

You found a coaster on the table and did so.

“Good girl.” Yelena said. Hearing the praise in her accent made you blush.

“You know something, pretty girl? You are a bit like a puppy.

You looked at her quizzically. You realized you were tilting your head and quickly readjusted.

Yelena chuckled. “See! It is okay! Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Yeah right.” You muttered

“It is not,” she moved closer to you, “You are cute and follow instructions well. Nothing wrong with that.”

You looked at her. She smiled at you. “Do not worry puppy, I will make all my instructions very clear, easy to follow.”

You nodded.

“Now be a good girl, and kiss me.”

She was gentle, but clearly in control. Her hands cupped your face as you melted into it.

“See?” She said when you two broke apart, “See what good puppies get when they follow instructions?”

You flushed with embarrassment, you were so turned on.

“Aw are you warm puppy?” She stroked your cheek. “Still embarrassed?”

You nodded, then you leaned into her hand.

“Oh you poor thing,” Yelena said in mock sympathy. “It is okay malyshka, you do not need to hide what you are from me.”

You closed your eyes and enjoyed her touch. She used her free hand to scratch your scalp and you gasped.

“That feel nice, puppy?” Yelena asked, earnestly.

Your eyes shot open. Embarrassment hit you again.

“Oh shh shh shh, just enjoy puppy. Don’t think so much. It is okay to feel good like this.” Yelena cooed, alternating between petting and scratching your head.

“It’s not weird?” You asked.

“Mmm, maybe to some. Those people are lame though, they probably think positions other than missionary are ‘kinky’.”

You both chuckled.

“But seriously. I kind of figured you already knew you were a puppy. There’s nothing wrong with being one. I can tell you like it.”

You broke eye contact before admitting to her that you do.

“Ah there’s a good puppy, being honest with me, good girl.” Yelena tilted your chin up to look at her.

“Now come along, let’s see just how well you follow instructions, puppy.”

—

She led you into her bedroom and kissed you again before looking you up and down.

“Can you sit on the bed for me?” She asked.

You sat on the edge, fiddling with the collar of your shirt.

“Good puppy. Still nervous? Poor thing.” Yelena sympathized as she sat down next to you.

You met her gaze. She stroked your face, brushing your cheek with her thumb.

“Daddy will take care of you, sweet puppy.”

Your face went red. You kind of hated how much that sentence turned you on.

“Ah you liked that.” Yelena said with a grin. She removed her hand and gave you a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, then several soft ones to your neck. Her lips were so soft. You shivered.

“Ah, and you liked that too I think.”

“Yes Daddy.” You said softly.

Yelena pulled back and looked at you with a smile. “A Very easily trained puppy, aren’t you? So good for Daddy.”

“Th-thank you Daddy.” You felt something deep inside you shifting, unlocking. You didn’t have time to be self conscious about how good it felt to say her title because her lips were back on your neck. This time her kisses were wetter, and she dragged her teeth teasingly along your skin.

“Wish I could bite you here, puppy. Mark you up for everyone to see. But I do not think your work would appreciate that hm?”

Your eyes were closed and you were clenching your thighs together, a little embarrassed at how riled up you were.

“Oh puppy. Needy for Daddy? That is okay. That is what I want. Now, let me help you get out of these clothes. You looked very pretty tonight, but that very pretty outfit is in my way now.”

Nimble fingers undid your top and bra. Leaving you exposed before her.

“You are gorgeous darling.” Yelena’s eyes darkened as she took you in.

You wordlessly moved your hands towards her collar to unbutton her shirt, but she grabbed your wrists.

“Ah, ah, ah. Use your words. C’mon puppy, speak for me.” She said with a smirk.

“I-I wanna see you too Daddy.”

“There’s a good girl. Of course baby. You may unbutton me now.”

Your fingers weren’t as skilled as hers and they trembled a bit the further down you got.

“Sweet girl, you are doing so good.” Yelena tried to reassure you.

Her buttons were all undone and she took off her dress shirt, revealing that she had chosen to forgo a bra. Your eyes widened at the sight.

Yelena smiled. “Daddy would love to see your mouth on her chest, do you think you can do that puppy?”

You nodded eagerly and she pulled you to her. You started kissing the tops of her breasts before experimentally giving one a bite.

“Got some fucking teeth on you don’t you puppy. Gonna mark up your Daddy puppy?”

“Is that okay?”

“Of course darling. Puppies need enrichment hm?” Yelena said with a chuckle.

You buried your face in her chest.

“Sshh, it is only natural. It is okay. It is okay to feel good. Let Daddy help you feel good. Put your mouth on my nipple baby.”

You did as she instructed.

“Good puppy! Such a good girl for me. So obedient. And that’s all you need to be. Puppies don’t need to think. And they certainly don’t need to be embarrassed, as cute as it may be.”

You sucked and licked at her nipple. Maybe she was right. Maybe you could just trust your new Daddy to take care of you. Just be her good puppy.

“I can see how much you are calming down. Good girl. Your mouth feels so good on me baby. Can you give the other side some attention?”

“There you go, good puppy.”

Good puppy. Don’t need to think. Just make Daddy feel good.

Yelena scratched and petting your head as you suckled at her. “Daddy’s good puppy. Being so brave tonight, sweet girl. I think you’ve earned a nice reward.”

You looked up at her, your mouth still full of her tit.

“Oh when you look at me with those big wide eyes… okay puppy, lay on your back now. Daddy is going to take care of you.”

She unbuttoned your pants. You lifted your hips as she shimmed them down, along with your underwear.

“Such a good puppy, so pliant for me.”

She got on top of you and kissed your lips, then your cheek, then down your jaw and neck.

“Such a sweet pet.” She murmured against your skin. She trailed her way down to your chest, leaving a few gentle bites before kissing her way down your tummy.

She nudged your legs apart gently. “I cannot wait to taste you, sweet girl. Look how excited you are for Daddy.”

She took you in her mouth and moaned. You bucked up into her. She moved her hands to your hips, holding you down.

“Puppy is getting excited, hm? Be a good girl and stay still for me.”

“Yes Daddy.” You gasped out.

“Puppy, you are so perfect.” Yelena said sweetly before putting her mouth back on you. Her technique was perfect. Giving just enough attention to all the right places, with perfect rhythm. You had no idea how she was doing it.

“D-daddy, I’m close.” You said unexpectedly soon.

Yelena just looked up at you, a satisfied look in her eyes.

“Daddy please, please can I cum, please I wanna be good.”

Yelena detached once again. “Tell me you’re a good puppy, and I’ll let you cum baby.” She said. She grabbed one of your hands before getting back to work, building you back to that edge.

“I-I…I’m a good puppy. Your good puppy.” You practically whispered the second part, but Yelena could hear.

She squeezed your hand and sucked your most sensitive spot until you fell over the edge.

You came with a cry of “Thank you Daddy, thank you Daddy, thank you Yelena.”

Yelena lapped up all of your cum, before resting her face on your thigh, looking up at you lovingly as you recovered.

“C-can you come here please?”

Immediately Yelena moved to cuddle you.

“Hi sweet girl you did so good for me. Such a brave little thing. I’m very proud of you.”

You glowed at her words. “I-I was a good puppy?”

Yelena smiled at you and kissed your forehead. “A perfect puppy. My perfect puppy.”

“I think I like being Daddy’s puppy.” You admitted.

“I never would have guessed.” Yelena chuckled.

“So can I um…can I be your girlfriend too?”

Yelena’s eyes brightened. “I would be honored to call you my girlfriend. As well as my sweet puppy.”

—

When the two of you got settled to go to sleep, you had your head on Yelena’s chest. Her hand had found the back of your neck…you were being scruffed. You thought to yourself.

You don’t remember the last time you had fallen asleep so quickly.

[svgvru]

nsfw hcs for buggy??? (sub buggy)

✮ 𝗦𝗨𝗕𝗕𝗬 𝗕𝗨𝗚𝗚𝗬! submissive headcanons of the genius jester, buggy the clown!

𝗗𝗨𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗖𝗧! ꒰ buggy d. clown / dom, m!reader ꒱: hairpulling, degrading, praise, spanking, voyeurism, incorrect use of his devil fruit, idk be cautious. ꒰ n: thi is like my 5th buggy request. yall love him sm lol. also, there r hints towards the 2nd kinktober buggy fic ꒱

𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇... the fact buggy is needy. that man is deprived of love, affection, and attention. yellow chrysanthemums are his flower. never has he been granted the affection that he desperately craves and needs. that deprivation translates into the bedroom as well. and one fact is that because of that neediness, or that clingyness, leads to: obsession, possessiveness, and idiocy. your affection. your attention. your love, matters over everything else. and again, that translates into the bedroom. he'll do something downright stupid to get you to fuck him.

buggy can and will be a bratty little shit. but he'll be a submissive, whining baby as soon as once you put him in his place. he'll whine and cry when you give him tender kisses and deep slow thrusts. an "i love you" would make him cum.

he'll purposefully irritate you. whether that be not doing something you've asked of him, rubbing up on another crew member, or fucking with you throughout the day with his devil fruit. "hey gimme a hand will ya?!" there's a little tap on your shoulder and you turn to see a severed hand waving at you. "BUGGY—" "COMING!!"

he'll be a brat and boast about how you can't "handle him" until you to manhandle him to the bed and bully your cock into him.

despite how much he seems to distaste pain, he loves it when you inflict pain onto him. no matter how big or small.

when you step on his cock for not doing what you asked? he's sobbing, but he can't help but buck his hips towards your boot and he'll cum when you press down harder. his chest will be stuttering and his makeup is dripping down his face from the tears, he's promising "i won'do it 'gain!" but you know damn well he's going to.

if you can't tell, he's somewhat of a masochist. but of course, he has limits, don't push him too hard. though, you'll likely allow him to pick the safeword and he'll pick something related to the circus. it'll be stupid as hell, but it catches your attention. and while engaging in his kinks, its something you desperately need. because he's dirty. when he first told you his kinks he was nervous how what think of him after. some of his kinks 'n things he's into are likely something like:

degradation / humiliation; ꒰ despite how much he seems like he hates it. when it comes from you, he's hard. call him a whore and he's shaking while shooting ropes. dirty talk to him while showing him off??? ꒱

voyeurism; ꒰ speaking of showing him off. he has this large fantasy of you fucking him on his "throne" in front of an audience. his victims will see more than just his terrifying smile. dirty talk while your fucking him in front of these unsuspecting people? "oh? you like this don't you, bugs?" "you like being shown as a whore to them?" it'll only get worse if you interact with the audience. "what are you doing? clap. your showrunner deserves some praise for cumming, yes?" ꒱

praise; ꒰ while he's whore for degradation. praise will have him going insane. yes, calling him demeaning names could bring him to tears, praising him will have him sobbing. y'know how i said that his love deprivation translates into the bedroom? being tender with him, pressing kisses all over his face, especially on his nose?? "good job, bugs." "your doing so good baby, keep going." "mhm, you were super flashy and strong today." "that's my boy." "good boy..." affirmation that he's doing okay, that's he's so handsome and fantastic will have him cumming and sobbing in your arms. ꒱

mirror sex; ꒰ his devil fruit 100% allows him the option to watch from afar. seeing the buldge from your cock appear and disappear. but even if its just full nelson, which he loves btw, he loves having a mirror in front him to watch you fuck him ꒱

oral fixation; ꒰ for some reason, buggy with an oral fixation comes into play. but of course he gets ashamed about it, because his nose often gets in the way of giving you head or anything else like that. one thing his nose doesn't in the way off is your fingers. he loooves sucking on your fingers. he gets ecstatic when you ask him to, needing to stretch him out of course. he whines when you pull your fingers from his lips. he needs something in his mouth at all times. when your plowing into him from behind he'll laying on the pillow with two of your fingers in his mouth. im telling you he does! don't get me started on making afab!buggy taste himself once you've fingered him! ꒱

creampies; ꒰ amab! or afab! he's in love with the idea of you filling him up. doesn't even have to be about breeding or pregnancy, he'll have you cum in him so he can feel "warm inside." he'll make creampie joke if he's amab! ꒱

spanking; ꒰ he enjoys some of the punishments you give him. specifically, spanking. he did obey you one particular time and you bent him over your knee, spanking him till his ass was red and raw. he was sobbing, but there was pool of cum on the floor from him. with your hand or a belt, he's loosing it. imagine he was afab! slapping his pretty clit until he came. even as amab! slap his tip, which is super sensitive, and he's shooting ropes. ꒱

CBT; ꒰ speaking of slapping his tip, and like i mentioned earlier stepping on his cock, it gets him hard. bulling his poor cock will having him screaming and crying for you to stop, but he'll never actually say the safeword. he'll let you bully him allllll you want to and make a mess of himself with cum! ꒱

hair pulling; ꒰ he has alll of that hair! why not pull on it. like i said with the pain thing, everytime you pull his hair he'll let out the sweetest whimper and allow to pull him to wherever. this has the biggest affect when your fucking him from behind. pulling his hair and making him form a perfect arch while you plow into him?? his eyes are rolling back and his tongue is lolled out. he just genuinely likes you manhandling him. ꒱

choking or just manhandling; ꒰ just like with hair pulling, choking is the same thing. over all, he enjoys you pulling and slapping him around. yank him towards the bedroom, pull him by his hair, pick him up and bring him somewhere. simply bullying him to do something will him hard. ꒱

now the positions he's into are something else. he'll likely be into anything, and his devil fruit allows him to try anything. he does have favorites. certain positions will have him cumming in seconds actually. his favorite position you put him ꒰ from favorite to least favorite ꒱ are likely "basic ones" but here:

doggy; ꒰ esp. when you shove him head into the pillow and rail him. your tip shoving into his prostate. he's moaning around your fingers n shaking. this one is likely his favorite. ꒱

full nelson; ꒰ his second favorite is full nelson. he's surprisingly flexible and can take the position very well. whether it be watching through a mirror, or forcing his head to be pointed down so he watches you fuck him. that gets him cumming quickly. this is 100% his second favorite. ꒱

mating press; ꒰ mostly because of the "being filled" thing. he may or may not have a breeding kink, but if he does this position does wonders. he's in love with it. especially if he has a cunt?? your cock feels so much deeper n big in this position. often times he'll beg you to put him in a mating press. ꒱

spooning; ꒰ while some of the other ones offer great intimacy, he values the intimacy of this one the most. its the best for sleep sex too! which he really loves. he loves you holding him so tenderly, this is a time where the love deprivation translates. if he's not in the mood for something extreme, he'll as you to hold him gently n fuck him to sleep. ꒱

overall, he's a whore for your attention ꒰ and cock ꒱. most nights are likely tender and lovey dovey nights, especially if something had gone wrong, maybe a plan or something. so its typical for him to be a little whiny n clingy when things like that happen. just shove some fingers in his mouth and fuck him good, he'll shut up.

꒰ n: i promise you im in love with him n i got srsly carried away making this ꒱

[v3nusxsky]

for the smut prompts number 3 pls i’ll love you forever🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Wildest dreams 18+

*Authors note~ happy Halloween guys! I would like to thank you all for following along with my first ever Kinktober! Enjoy guys, also @prettybuckybaby you should love me forever bc I added Bucky :)*

Trigger warnings~ Mistress kink daddy kink mommy kink sir kink? Oral sex sex toys Bucky x r, Larissa x r, lesso x r, Natasha x r, lesso x Wanda (punishment only) bondage blindfolds humiliation? Praise kink degrading kink Voyeurism, r getting shared around um smut ? Idk if it’s in need of anymore warnings

Prompt~ see ask

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“Leo! I’m sorry” you whined as the fiery red head continued to fix your bindings and place the extra thick blindfold over your eyes. “I simply don’t care Kitten, you earned this so you’ll shut up and take it like a pretty Kitty for your Mistress, or I’ll just cancel your surprise” she threatened making sure to attach the little vibe to your aching clit. “I’m sorry please, Leo I’ll be a good girl” you promised, but you both knew that it was an empty promise. When you get bored you tend to become bratty, and that was something Lesso loved. Putting her pretty Kitten back in her place was great stress relief. However, it being Halloween the Dean had a surprise lined up, but you’d have to take the punishment first.

Flicking the vibe on Lesso just watched as you thrashed against the bindings, “oh dear! I must have set it to high, my mistake” she taunted watching how your body was forced to be still. Your pleas and empty promises flowing from your mouth like a river had the red head desperately dipping a hand into her underwear to tease herself. “Quiet kitten, or you’ll not get to hear how turned on your Mistress is for you” was all that was needed to have you biting your lower lip to try and silence yourself. Being rewarded with her whimpers and groans of pleasure had your poor core practically leaking with need.

Leonora must have took pity on you as she turned the vibe off throwing it somewhere around the room before straddling your thigh. “You don’t mind if Mistress uses you kitten do you? You’ve got me awfully turned on, and it’s only right you fix it isn’t it? You wanna make me feel good right?” Her words we murmured right down your ear as you immediately agreed begging her to use you and take what she wants. Anything for her pleasure. “I just want to be a good Kitten for you, please let me help” you whined as the redhead began to rut her hips against your thigh, her panties adding the extra stimulation, aiding her to get to that edge faster, after all she is on a time crunch.

“I wanna hear your beg, beg for your Mistress to cover you in my cum, beg for me sweet girl” she groaned coming closer to the edge, but wanting to hear you say how badly you need her to cum. And that you did, like a good kitten you begged and pleaded until her warm cum was spread over your thigh. Moving off your thigh the red head informed you your guests of honour had arrived. “Leo? Guests? What’s happening Leo?” You whimpered only to be silenced with a kiss. “Ahh sweet girl, I read your book, and decided as a special treat to find these people. You took your punishment now here’s the next part. Let’s great them shall we?”

You lost count of how many people had now joined the room but by the gasps of want and desire you could tell this would be interesting. Your body bound and littered in your lovers marks was on full display now leaving your curiosity to run absolutely wild. “She’s a free slut for you all, nothing is off limits apart from her cumming. Her safe words is the traffic light system and a fist if she can’t freely talk, have fun” the red head command before growling “You however know what to do.”

Lesso had found your note book of pure porn without plot, a book featuring a variety of people that you knew didn’t even know of your existence. It was flattering really, you included her in every single story you wrote and she just knew she had to treat you to this. Something not even your wildest dreams would comprehend. After all it wasn’t hard to locate the Realms of these people.

Larissa was first, The schools for Goof and Evil having worked together recently meant she was already familiar with Lesso’s pet and was more than happy to play along, she found you rather adorable and well fuckable. Lesso explained your stories and Larissa immediately recognised what her students were calling “fanficton” that she had confiscated from some of the older students of Nevermore.

It was decided Larissa would play with you first, after all she has Nevermore to run. So it was no surprise to anyone really that Larissa crawled up your body to litter it with kisses of her own, praises flowing freely as she took in your body. “Such a pretty girl, mommy wants to sit on your face darling” she murmured before nipping at your neck. “Mistress?” You whimpered looking for the okay only to be treated with a harsh smack to your thigh, “do as your told kitten, don’t keep mommy waiting little slut.”

Larissa’s pillow like thighs settled either side of your head as she lowered her now exposed cunt to your awaiting tongue. “Oh good girl, such a good little girl” Larissa murmured as she began to grind her hips down against your mouth. “Pretty girl, they are all watching your pretty pussy flutter around nothing, you’re so good darling” Larissa mewled as you sucked on her clit forcing her to her orgasm quicker than she would’ve liked. “Fuck! Good fucking girl, right there Y/n. Oh fuck Leo she’s so perfect” Larissa complimented as she drenched your face in her juices. You carefully brought the woman back down so she could climb off your face and steal a kiss. She immediately took control and forced her tongue into your mouth effectively tasting herself on your tongue. “Mm so fucking sweet pretty girl, until the next time” she murmured leaving a kiss on your cheek before finding her original spot.

“Mistress, thank you-“ you whimpered but were cut off by the bed dipping by your bound foot. “Gonna be good doll?” A male voice sounded the room and you instantly knew who it was. “B-buck?” You whimpered causing Leonora to laugh, “oh kitten, you weren’t this shy in your stories, go ahead Bucky, fuck her.” See there was no need to get you ready, Larissa and lesso had done a good enough job of that and well, Bucky would be lying if he said he hadn’t been lazily stroking her hard cock to the sight of you being a whore. It was a massive turn on. Making quick work of applying a condom he settled himself between your spread legs. “Ready for me dolly?”

Lining himself up with your awaiting core he immediately slipped in, you letting out whimpers, a mix of pain and pleasure, at the stretch. “God Dolly you’re so tight! Does Mistress not fuck you well enough? Hmm?” He taunted setting a slow and steady rhythm. “You just needed Sir’s cock hmm? Lesso, look how cock dumb she is for me, might want to be carful or I’ll take the slut back with me.”

“Watch it Barnes” lesso growled, she was all for it, watching you be shared around, but you are hers. And that was clear. “Mistress is best- fuck oh god I - at fucking me” you attempted to get out amongst the moans he was pulling from you, the bulbous head of his dick bumping against your cervix, “Mistress, close please! Can I” you whimpered hoping she would take pity on you. “Pull out Bucky, she isn’t to cum” Lesso damned only to be met with a disgruntled noise from Bucky as he did as he was asked. There he stripped the rubber from his painful hard dick before crawling up the bed.

From there he got a good look at you, desperate and pouting at the denial. The feeling of his cock rubbing at your lips had you gasping in shock, just before he thrusted himself down your throat. “Suck on it dolly” he demanded as he fucked your face, forcing you to swallow every last drop of cum. Tears now leaked from the blindfold as you coughed and spluttered around his pulsating member. “Fucking whore likes choking on cock, I wonder” he panted pulling out from your swollen lips to place his large hands around your throat, “you look so much better with my hands around your throat doll.”

Bucky soon left the room leaving you so fucking desperate and yet no clue what would happen to you now. That’s when you heard the Russian accent. “Oh she’s so pretty, wands what are you doing” the Russian spat causing Wanda to whimper, fuck she’d been caught. Although they were here to play with you she was still very much Natasha’s submissive and this was her reward. One that she’d just lost. “Leonora, could you deal with that needy bitch of mine while I fuck this sweetheart to high heaven?” Oh fuck no, you struggled to free yourself from the bindings, Leonora is yours and you couldn’t get to her, Wanda being free and touchable had lesso agreeing knowing she was setting off your jealous rage.

Natasha’s black widow skills came in use as she skilfully undid the bindings to reposition you and quickly tied you back up. This time the blind fold was removed and you had full access to watch Wanda being caned by your lover as Natasha slotted herself underneath you and quickly entered you with one swift thrust of her faux cock. “Oh Dekta you’re still so tight even after all of that? Oh you poor girl, must wanna cum for daddy hmm?” The redheads taunting combined with the speed her thrusts and the hits Wanda was receiving was dizzying, you could see the other avenger beg for mercy and you knew how that would fall on deaf ears. “Daddy” Wanda sobbed causing Leonora to growl, “daddy is busy, it’s Mistress you should be focused on or are you that much of a slut all you can think about is daddy fucking my Kitten over there” lesso was never one to mince her words and it was clear that she was getting just as much power from punishing Wanda as Natasha was from punishing you. “Mistress. I’m close please please let me cum” you whimpered taking Natasha’s brutal thrusts. “So sensitive no more please.”

“Oh you’ll fucking take what daddy gives you my precious girl” she grunted giving you one harsh thrust before pulling you off her strap and calling over Wanda, “come here pup, she made a mess of my cock.” Wanda immediately crawling over to her lover and taking the strap deep in her throat moaning at the taste of your slick that was covering it. You were too far gone into your sub space to even register the rest, the need to have an orgasm being painfully obvious now.

Somehow, somewhere Natasha and Wanda left, Lesso informing you everyone but Larissa was staying over at the school for Evil tonight, but you weren’t leaving this room, they’d had their fun and she had hers, that was all that mattered. Undoing you from the bindings, the red head laid you on to the bed and subtly grabbed the small vibe from earlier and attached it to your overly sensitive clit. From there she decided to change her plan, the tears stained on your face were enough of a punishment so she situated herself so that she too could rut against the small vibrating toy.

“Mistress please please i need” you whined in coherently only to be silenced by a deep hungry kiss and the command to cum over her cunt. And that’s exactly what you did. You’d never came so hard in your life, drenching Lesso in cum as you squirted so hard you passed out from the pure pleasure. Seeing that had Lesso over the edge, she was now sensitive from teasing her self while the others fucked you, and truly she could see you all being friends. Maybe a repeat in the near future but for now she settled on cleaning you up and magically changing the sheets before bringing your unconscious body to lay on her chest.

Hands trailing through your hair as she cooed words of love and praise waiting for you to come back to her. “Come on sweet girl, come back to me my love.” You whimpered as the first thing you registered was your overstimulated pussy and the second being Leo. “Mmm did okay?” You mumbled, she knew the ways you were after a particularly fun night so she had everything ready. “So good sweetheart, come on have some water and then we can cuddle okay? You did so good and I’m so proud of how you handled your treat.” Drinking your water with simple encouragement and lots of praise you soon found yourself snuggled into your lover and sleepily mumbling, “m sorry you found the book and tonight but im only yours. I love you Leo” before promptly slipping back into the land of slumber

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Public Sex with Kageyama

DAY 9 OF KINKTOBER

Kink: Public Sex

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, public sex

You love your boyfriend, but he’s always been a little uptight.

He’s vanilla in bed and, while you enjoy every moment of it, you wish he’d be a little more adventurous. That’s why, when the idea occurs to you, you decide to put your plan in action as soon as possible.

The movie isn’t one you particularly want to see, but you pretend like you’ve been wanting to go see it your entire life. A chick flick, something Kageyama would also find no interest in.

Kageyama trudges over, balancing a huge bucket of popcorn and two sodas. He knows you well enough to guess which one you’ll want and puts on the exact amount of butter that you both like. He’s an amazing boyfriend.

You take the sodas from him so he’ll have an easier time and the two of you make your way to theater 3, where the movie will start in just a few short minutes. When you walk inside, you thank your lucky stars that there’s not too many people inside and no kids. The back rows are all empty and Kageyama’s surprised that you head for a back corner.

“Don’t you want to get a little closer so you can see?” He asks, confused.

“No, not this time,” you hope that you don’t come off as too suspicious. You don’t want him to insist. Thankfully, he just shrugs and follows you into the row.

The movie starts after a few commercials and it’s just as boring as you’d predicted. Kageyama looks about ready to fall asleep. You wait until the main character starts kissing the love interest to make your move.

Your hand sneaks onto Kageyama’s thigh before sliding onto his crotch, giving his dick a gentle squeeze through his pants. You feel it immediately spring to life in your hand, hardening a little.

Kageyama whisper-yells at you, “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Just trust me, babe,” you pout, “Please?”

To your surprise, Kageyama leans back in his seat and, although his gaze is unsure, he gives you a small nod. Through his jeans, your hand strokes his hardening length until there’s a visible bulge in his pants.

Your fingers make quick work of the button at the top of his jeans and then the zipper. Your hands dip inside his boxer shorts and wrap around his hardened cock. Quickly, you pull it free and the cock springs up, hitting Kageyama’s shirt, oozing a little precum onto it. 

You rub a finger against the head of his cock, making large circles and sliding across the slit. Kageyama lets out a soft hiss and he tries to contain his reactions to the pleasure. Your hand slides lower and grips the base, moving upwards, feeling every vein against your soft skin. 

Kageyama’s shifting in his seat, his hands in tight fists and his lip pulled under his teeth. He’s obviously doing his very best not to moan out loud, considering he’s surprisingly vocal in bed.

You stroke up and down, your thumb still playing with the mushroom head. You push down a little, opening the slit a little more, before rubbing against it again.

Precum coats your thumb, but you don’t care. If anything, it turns you on more.

You lean over and lick the head, tasting the salty pre on your tongue. You hold back a moan of your own as you start to take him into your mouth. You bob your head as you take more and more of him inside, swirling your tongue around his length.

Kageyama’s letting out muffled moans now, a hand shakily resting on the back of your head before gently pushing down, forcing you to take even more of his cock into your throat. You move up and down, tracing a particularly large vein with your tongue as you do so.

Kageyama’s fingers tangle in your hair, warning you that he’s getting close. On the movie screen, you hear the couple moaning and assume that they’ve gotten to the scene that gave it an R rating. Perfect!

Kageyama lets out a grunt, slamming his hips upwards until it hits the back of your throat, making you gag a little. Cum coats your throat as he hits his high, and you gratefully swallow it all, running your tongue across the tip to greedily gather up every drop.

You pull off of his cock with a pop and grin at him, licking your lips before tucking his spent member back into his boxers.

“You never really wanted to see this movie, did you?”

“Not even remotely.”

[muselin]

TXT Soobin NSFW alphabet

Kinktober 2021 Day 6 🍁🎃

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Practical with his aftercare. He'll get you water, change the sheets if need be. He'll give you a sweet kiss goodnight but don't expect pillow talk, he's out like a light after that.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself his shoulders. On his partner - total boob/chest man. If he could live with your nipples in his mouth 24 hours a day, he totally would. He might do this even in a nonsexual way, he's addicted.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He's not very messy about it but he loves to cum inside you. Someone say breeding kink? Soobin's got you. In fact if he doesn't cum inside you in some way, in your pussy, mouth or ass, it's a waste to him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

His dirty secret is that he has far more dirty fantasies than he wants people to think. He's a closeted perv and a freak and his pure image is nothing but a burden a lot of the time.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He has a good amount of experience for his age. 2-3 partners. Definitely knows his way around the bedroom and is equally happy with someone less or more experienced than him.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Missionary with variations. Loves being in control and loves being able to see your boobs/chest as he's railing you, and having free access to squeeze, to tweak your nipples or bend down and suck on them as he goes.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be a little goofy during foreplay but once you start moaning seriously, it's on. He doesn't like to break the spell, he keeps it up with dirty talking.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Trims once in a while but usually lets it be.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Soobin has a tight grasp of his emotions and he's used to being in charge. Sex is sex to him and he doesn't always have an easy time being open and vulnerable during it, he usually shows love in other ways outside the bedroom. He loves it when his partner is intimate and comfortable with him and he tries to reciprocate but it's just one of those things that doesn't come very naturally to him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Man has needs even if you're not around and is not shy one bit. 3-4 times a week.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Light torture. You pissed him off at lunch? Well at dinner you are sitting with a vibrator in you and he's got the remote. You're doing overtime at home? You're doing it topless with clips on your nipples and he's got the chain attached to them. Expect no mercy from this man.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mostly at home, but his favourite place is those forgotten storage closets around Music Bank. Yep. Soobin's worked there long enough to know when he can sneak you in, where no one uses the rooms, where to get the keys, and when there's breaks in the program and no one would miss him. He likes a safe risk, so to say, and the small possibility of someone looking for him and knocking on the door of the room where you're fucking is very exciting for him. Best quickies of your life.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your confidence at first, and then shattering it by wrecking you in bed. Soobin likes a genuinely confident partner as this tells him they can handle him being in charge without it causing any real issues. It's a big turn on for him that you think you're in charge at first because he gets to prove you wrong and watch you realise that he OWNS you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Soobin doesn't like to share. He has a jealous streak and would not initially agree to any partner swapping, threesomes or similar. If you manage to get him to do it at all, it would take a whole lot.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Loves when you give him head. Loves to guide you through it, hands in your hair, pushing your head further to make you take more or him. Not averse to making you choke on his cock either. He likes to give head too and he's good at it but tends to reserve it as a reward.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and often rough. Soobin doesn't come to mess around. If your legs are not shaking by the time he's done with you then he's going again.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Loves them. Doing it in public is a turn on for him and quickies are usually the way to go there. Oftentimes there's a competition of who can cum first.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Soobin is capable of leaning into the BDSM side a little and will try a lot of things as long as you're into it and he's in charge. He doesn't take big risks so he's not too bothered if something doesn't work out because there are always other things to try.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Two rounds at a stretch. Soobin has good control of himself and will last a long time the first round, but going hard as he does, it takes it out of him so the second round is a push.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Pretty big collection and varied - dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, nipple clamps and chains, a flogger or three. Mostly used on you but if he's feeling extra horny and generous he might make use of them on himself as well and let you watch.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Loves to tease and torture. No reservations, except it doesn't last too long because what he actually wants to see is you getting wrecked and he'll up in the intensity quickly to achieve that.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Soobin is quiet but that doesn't mean he's not expressive. He will usually hum blisfully when he's feeling good, some gruff moans and a hiss of pleasure here and there. His face will definitely show you if he's having a good time.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Cockwarming. If he's tired but still being a 6'1" little shit and wants to torture you, you'll have your evening TV time with his cock inside you while he sits comfortably watching his show. And when you're mewling and begging him to move and just do something, he'll finally turn the TV off.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Definitely doesn't disappoint. Boi is fucking tall and his cock is proportionate in that way. 6"-6.5", slightly on the thinner side.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

A little above average. Up for it most days of the week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pretty quickly, after he's made sure you're okay and the bed is in a usable condition.

[burnedbyshoto]

m a s t e r l i s t (n - z)

updated: 9/27/2020

▹ - sfw

▸ - nsfw

notes: this list is put in alphabetical order by last name and then from oldest to most recent fic. please do not judge any of the older pieces too harshly as they were pretty bad! as of january 2020, drabbles will no longer be added to masterlist.

this is the masterlist for characters with last names n - z

masterlist for characters with last names a - m

do not repost any of my fics without permission.

sero hanta

▸ pocky challenge — kinktober day 10 (scenario)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ colors — you can see peoples colorful auras (scenario)

shigaraki tomura

▹ kitty cat — shigaraki is a cat hybrid with a rash (hc)

▸ ready player one — kinktober day 5 (scenario)

▸ ahegao face — his reaction to your ahegao face (drabble)

▸ power — you were known to bring powerful men to their knees (scenario)

shindou yo

▸ twice — kinktober day 30 (drabble)

shinsou hitoshi

▸ cat lingerie — shinsou catches you in cat shaped lingerie (hc)

▹ ignored — in which he doesn’t acknowledge you anymore (drabble)

▹ don’t do this — being a hero means making hard calls (drabble)

▹ blood — please don’t close your eyes (drabble)

▸ torture threesome — in which shinsou is your third with bakugou (drabble)

▹ soulmate shit — you two just can’t be seperated can you (drabble)

▸ fantasy — you’re hot and you flaunt it (drabble)

▹ heartbreak — shinsou’s hiding a secret from you (drabble)

▸ here, kitty, kitty — kinktober day 9 (scenario)

▸ trust — kinktober day 25 (scenario)

▸ dom!shinsou — what’s he into when he doms (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▸ scarves — using a capturing weapon in bed is a thing (drabble)

▹ study dates — studying with shinsou is always a trip (drabble)

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▸ jealous — when men touch you, shinsou gets jealous (drabble)

▸ sensei — being a pro hero means having a will of steel, too bad for shinsou that will of steel has one major kryptonite: a schoolgirls skirt. (scenario)

takami keigo (hawks)

▸ situational — you two are stuck together and tension rises (drabble)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ caught in the act — kinktober day 15 (scenario)

▸ heats — how takami is during his heats (drabble)

▸ his ahegao — you react to his ahegao face (hc)

▸ ahegao face — takami reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ overstimulation — how he overstimulates you (hc)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▸ booty — slap his ass (drabble)

▸ dorm room — in which takami sneaks into your dorm room (drabble)

▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)

▸▹ dating — hc’s for dating takami (hc)

▹ because I love you — he broke up with you to save you, but he still wants you (scenario)

▹ frosting mishaps — baking with takami is disastrous as always (scenario)

▹ do you trust me — will you take the birds hand or die? (drabble)

takeyama yu (mt. lady)

▸ lingerie dreams — kinktober day 21 (scenario)

todoroki enji (endeavor)

▸ seven — rich and powerful men can marry seven different women in a wild attempt to produce the perfect heir. todoroki enji is one of these powerful men, and you’re his seventh bride. (scenario)

todoroki touya dabi

▹ stronger than you — dabi is a dad now and his son is just like him (scenario)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ werewolf lover — they’re horny and you’re asexual (hc)

▹ stay in bed — dabi doesn’t want to let you go in the morning (drabble)

▹ wedding date — youre desperate for a date, and dabi wants a kiss (drabble)

▸ louder — make dabi a subby bitch (hc)

▹ 2 am call — you need dabi at two in the morning (drabble)

▹ laughter — dabi’s laugh is not cute but thats okay (drabble)

▸ scream my name — dabi won’t stop until you’re screaming (drabble)

▸ add another — how many fingers will fit in you (drabble)

▸ blindfolds — with no sight you sit and wait (drabble)

▹ glass doors — you run into a glass door (drabble)

▸ no boundaries — dabi will fuck you anywhere no matter the mood (drabble)

▹ you missed — getting stuck in a closet is always weird (drabble)

▸ 4 times dabi wanted you; 1 time he got you — kinktober day 1 (scenario)

▸ piercings — what piercings does he have? (hc)

▸ ahegao face — dabi reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ size — dabi with a size kink (hc)

▹ happy birthday — sometimes dabi just needs a hug (drabble)

todoroki natsuo

▹ todoroki-sensei — todoroki natsuo is an esteemed trauma surgeon, and you’re the volunteer that won’t leave his mind (scenario)

▸ study breaks — natsuo needs a break and you’ll give him one (drabble)

▸ mamihlapinatapai — mamihlapinatapai: the wordless yet meaningful look shared by two people who desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to start. (scenario)

todoroki shouto

▹ strawberry milk and watermelon seeds — first piece on tumblr (scenario)

▹ childhood lover — going from childhood friends to lovers (hc)

▹ seven days late -  part two— shouto leaves for seven days and has nothing to say for it (scenario) 

▹ sleeping — how the two of you sleep together (hc)

▹ not ready — shouto reveals the horrors of his childhood (scenario)

▹ welcome home: the series — part one  part two  part three  part four  part five the adventures of your family with shouto and your baby, kaito. (scenarios)

▹ captured — in which youre captured by villains and chaos starts (hc)

▸ and they were roommates: the series — part one  part two  part three modern!au. there are many issues when getting a new roommate. you just never expected your issue would be fucking your hot roommate every chance you had (scenario)

▹ i love you? — shouto realizes he’s in love with you and needs help (hc)

▹ lip synch queen — you enjoy lip synching songs to shouto (hc)

▹ I think I’m pregnant — you believe you’re pregnant with your ex’s baby (hc)

▹ meeting the todorokis — shouto introduces you to his family finally (scenario)

▹ concerts and songs — shouto takes you on a date to a concert (scenario)

▹ staying home — you like to stay home and thats okay (scenario)

▸ I hate you - part two — shouto is a villain and you’re the one he’s after (scenario)

▹ gone for too long — long distance relationships suck sometimes (scenario)

▹ hollow — youre an assassian; shouto is your target (hc)

▸ dominate him — you’re a lady in the sheets and a freak in the sheets (hc)

▸ my girl — jealous lovers and work don’t mix (scenario) part two

▹ drinks — shouto is upset and you are on the receiving end (drabble)

▹ confessions — you’re dying and you have to confess (drabble)

▹ come back — shouto doesn’t want to leave the bed (drabble)

▸ fuckboy — in which shouto is a fuckboy and you’re his target (drabble)

▹ dumbass — you threaten shouto with a good time (drabble)

▹ you never came — shouto never shows up to a date (drabble)

▹ apologies — shouto apologizes for being mean (drabble)

▹ hold me — shouto’s quirks come in handy to keep warm or cold (drabble)

▹ what’s happening — shouto bangs his head really hard (drabble)

▸ broken hopes — makeup sex is bittersweet (drabble)

▸ dirty talk — you help shouto improve his dirty talk (drabble)

▸ spring showers — bodies slick with rain, lips dancing with passion (oneshot)

▹ sickness and affliction — shouto burns you (scenario)         part two  alt ending  actual fluff ending

▹ believe in me — all you want is for shouto to believe in you the same way he believes in momo (scenario)

▸ body swap — you trade bodies with shouto, hormones ensue (drabble)

▸ shut up — shouto fucks you on the common room couch (drabble)

▹ tsundere — you’re a bit of a tsundere (hc)

▹ done — theres always bitterness in cheating (drabble)

▹ my heart — shouto is a fighter and youre the girl who cant watch him dance with death anymore (drabble)

▸ like ice — you’re as cold as ice and shouto has to warm you up ;) (scenario)

▹ cupcakes — you make cupcakes with shouto (hc)

▹ gone — youre gone and shouto is not okay (drabble)

▹ drinking — you get drunk with shouto (hc)

▹ phoenix — you have a quirk that gives you the hero name phoenix (hc)

▸ awaken — kinktober day 4 (scenario)

▹ faint — you wont let shouto die, not now (drabble)

▹ trust me — kissing a pretty girl is always a good distraction (drabble)

▸ orders — shouto orders you to touch yourself (drabble)

▹ ships — you make a cardboard ship with shouto (drabble)

▹ because of you — shouto gives a lovely speech about you (scenario)

▸ attraction — kinktober day 27 (scenario)

▸ sugar daddy — shouto as your sugar daddy (hc)

▹ of love and flowers — you’re in love with shouto, but is it a tragedy? (scenario)

▸ usagi and hito — kinktober day 31 (scenario)

▸ foursome — todobakukiri foursome (hc)

▸ sub — how he is as a sub (hc)

▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▸ orgies — more todobakukiri now with shinsou action (hc)

▹ happiness: the series — soulmates have the name of their other half inked on their wrists on the youngest eighteenth birthday, but why is yours rejecting you?            happiness part one  bravado part two  amelioration part three

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ marshmallow kisses — roasting marshmallows with shouto (scenario)

▹ fools — shouto is in love with you, but no one wants to confess (scenario)

▸ bathtub memories — you masturbate to an old memory (scenario)

▸ under the mistletoe — the mistletoe tradition is known by all, and if used correctly it can end in a sweet moment. too bad shouto believes that people fuck under the mistletoe and not kiss under it.

▹ distractions — you can never focus when you study with him (drabble)

▹ tortillas — you use shouto to make tortillas (drabble)

▹ writers block — you have writers block and shouto comforts you (scenario)

▹ replacement — momo dies and you and shouto try healing together (scenario)             renewed part two

▹ love letters — shouto writes a letter for every day the two of you are together (scenario)

▹ fifteen kisses — fourteen different kisses you give shouto; the one different kiss he gives you (scenario)

▹ exchange — shouto would do anything for you, even dying for you (drabble)

▸ desperate — shouto takes teasing to the extreme (drabble)

▹ too late — shoutos realization is too late (drabble)

▸ please leave — you wake up to see pro heroes shouto and ground zero naked in your bedroom (drabble)

▸ house sitting & concupcience — in which Endeavor asks Shouto for a favor, and Shouto decides to take his payment by fucking you on his bed. 

▸ winner takes it all — shouto wins a contest where the grand prize is getting to have you sit on his face.

▹ memories — shouto loses his memories, and you can’t do anything but watch as your world falls apart.

▸ wall fucks — shouto fucks you against a wall in endeavors agency.

▸ seven minutes — shouto signs up to have anonymous sex; you’re the lucky bitch who gets him. 

▹ a brush of luck — in a world where soulmates exist you can communicate yours with a brush of a pen. It just doesn’t help that you are a certified idiot with a skill in misplacing things. 

▸ forehead fantasies — you can’t help but fantasize on your boyfriend’s forehead that always remains hidden.  

▹ pay attention to me — you want shouto’s attention, but he’s a bit too occupied with trivial things. 

▹ shallow or deep — “why would you want a guy with such a large and disgusting burn?” he whispered, his tone thoroughly rejected, broken. it was then that it hit you: did he think he wasn’t good enough for you?

▹ model-worthy — sleepy mornings in with shouto.

▸ deception — “don’t you see what he’s doing to you?! he’s hurt you way more than what’s acceptable in a sparring march! you’re bruised and hurting, and he sure as hell doesn’t seem to care that this is the state he’s left you in.” — or in which, hawks manipulates how you view your boyfriend, shouto.

▸ aphrodite — “aphrodite is just a stage name, but the persona is still you. you might be a total dork, but the person you think you present has always been apart of you.” — or, in which pro hero shouto falls in love with a dominatrix cam girl, only to find out that she’s quite a weirdo in real life.

▹ eternal love — a simple love story between a tattoo artist and a flower shop owner.

▸ taoreta — the world is in ruins, but there’s beauty in everything. shouto is reminded of that when he crosses paths with a survivor who kisses him at the first meeting. 

▹ strawberry milk and strawberry milk (rewritten) — how to get through the worst summer heat: have a sweet drink, eat sweet fruit, and have someone with the sweetest kiss around.

▹ before you go — before you go, tell me this meant something to you.

▸ hole in the wall — in a party for the ages, Shouto comes across a room with holes in the wall that has him coming back for more. 

togata mirio

▸ teasing — touching yourself means teasing mirio (drabble)

▹ dead — you died and now mirio can’t live (drabble)

▸ until the last one comes — kinktober day 7 (scenario)

▸ ahegao face — how he reacts to your ahegao face (hc)

▹ sunflower — mirio tries figuring out a nickname for you (oneshot)

▸ the big three — they want you (hc)

▹ asexual — he finds out you’re asexual (hc)

▸ itadakimasu — mirio always says one thing before eating, yes that includes you (drabble)

▸ doggy style — mirio fucks you good (hc)

▹ christmas morning — mirio gives you a wonderful christmas morning (scenario)

▸ unbreakable — mirios afraid to hurt you, but you want more (drabble)

▹ soulmates — soulmates don’t exist, but mirio thinks youre his (drabble)

toyomitsu taishiro (fatgum)

▸▹ alphabet hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc)

▹ mornings after — taishiro always knows how to make mornings the best

uraraka ochako

▸▹ villain uraraka hc’s — nsfw and sfw alphabet (hc) 

usagiyama rumi

▹ that final phone call — miruko is one tough rabbit, but eventually even the toughest of people need a helping hand. (scenario)

utsushimi camie

▹ home for the holidays — camie meets your family (scenario)

yagi toshinori (all might)

▹ years — youre sir’s sister who was in love with all might for years (drabble)

yamada hizashi

▹ back off — even aizawa is prone to jealousy (scenario)

▹ ice skating — you go on an ice skating date with hizashi (scenario)

▹ swimsuit tops — losing your bikini top is never a good memory (scenario)

▹ sweater — you lost you sweater, you wonders who has it (drabble)

▹ laughter — hizashi has never heard you laugh before (drabble)

▹ under the mistletoe — holidays are for lovers, and you’re married (scenario)

▸ sexy times — just some headcanons (hc)

yaoyorozu momo

▸ never have I ever — kinktober day 11 (scenario)

yoarashi inasa

▹ passion, passion, and more passion — childhood friends to lovers (hc)

▸ too hot — you play a game where you’re only allowed to kiss (drabble)

▹ laughter — inasa’s laughter is loud and contagious and you love it (drabble)

▸ sensitive — inasa exploits your sensitive nipples (drabble)

▹ pounce! — inasa jumps on you (drabble)

▹ stay warm — please don’t pass out, please don’t... (drabble)

▸ fantasy — you make his wildest dream come true (drabble)

▸ bday fun — you let inasa have fun on his birthday (drabble)

▸ high sex — high sex with inasa includes (hc)

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could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺

「 learning the alphabet. 」

feat. bakugo.

summary: bakugo isn’t the most patient person in the world, but he’s going to take his time teaching you things you won’t ever forget any time soon ;)

warnings: nsfw content.

[ all character’s are aged up appropriately. ]

word count: 2k

request: @anon — ❝could u do the alphabet with bakugo?🥺❞

@anon — ❝hey! can i get bakugou with a, b, i from the alphabet? thank you so much :)❞

@anon — ❝your writing is so nice! can i request the alphabet for Bakugou plz?❞

@anon — ❝Can you please do the alphabet for bakugou?🥺❞

a/n: here is a little treat before kinktober! i hope you all enjoy it, and i can’t wait to write more for you all! ♡ — shelbs.

submitted — [09.30.20]

nsfw below the cut.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

⚘ for bakugo, aftercare depends on the sex.

⚘ during more intimate moments he’s more willing to care for you after, showing you just how much he loves you through these smaller actions.

⚘ giving you an extra pillow or rubbing small circles into your back, you name it.

⚘ but if you two are just fucking?

⚘ good luck with that.

⚘ he’s much more focused on catching his breath and getting comfortable under the covers but regardless, cuddles are a definitely happening.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⚘ he’s absolutely obsessed with your thighs.

⚘ the way he sees the muscles in your thighs work as you sink yourself down on his cock over and over, your breasts bouncing in every direction as you set the hard pace.

⚘ he loves gripping his fingers into them as he tries to control your movements, your breathy moans urging him to go faster.

⚘ for him, his favorite body part is his arms.

⚘ he spends a lot of time working out and toning his body for hero work, so when he sees you enjoying his handiwork, he gets pretty smug.

⚘ but also because he loves the feeling of you wrapped in his arms after, protecting you from anything and everything that might try to hurt you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

⚘ bakugo never has a bad orgasm with you, he’s always giving you everything he’s got.

⚘ there’s no way he couldn’t, with just how your walls milk him after every time he makes you cum around his cock.

⚘ when bakugo cums, he cums hard.

⚘ and that means an even bigger mess to clean up.

⚘ honestly, it’s a surprise how you haven’t ended up pregnant...

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⚘ he secretly likes when you take control in the bedroom.

⚘ he’d never tell you this, of course.

⚘ but sometimes, he likes the idea of you throwing him back onto the bed and just fucking riding him until he’s a whimpering mess.

⚘ other times, he wants to feel loved too.

⚘ instead of making love to you, he wants you to make love to him.

⚘ if that makes sense.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

⚘ now this is just my opinion here but-

⚘ i think bakugo wouldn’t be very open to having sex with just anyone.

⚘ he’s very tsundere when it comes to liking someone, and his personality can be a bit much for people at times.

⚘ not to mention he’d be so focused on surpassing deku and becoming the number one hero, that relationships wouldn’t be something he’d want to commit to.

⚘ so depending on when you two become an item, bakugo might still be a virgin.

⚘ now that’s not say he wouldn’t ever have sex before you, but the possibility is there.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

⚘ he loves fucking you from behind.

⚘ his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they leave bruises, while he pounds into you until you can’t even see straight.

⚘ he gets better leverage this way as his hand comes down to force your head into the mattress as he continues slam his hips into you.

⚘ he’s also really into sixty-nine.

⚘ your mouth wrapped deliciously around his cock and he delves his tongue into your slick folds.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

⚘ he wouldn’t be humorous AT ALL.

⚘ unless he’s teasing you, but that’s another thing all on its own.

⚘ he’s too in the moment to be joking around, wanting instead to focus on you and all the ways he can make you scream his name in ecstasy.

⚘ would definitely still call you ‘dumbass’, even in your more intimate moments.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep his pubic hair trimmed and not too messy.

⚘ doesn’t mean it might not get out of hand sometimes.

⚘ but he’s pretty good at keeping everything neat and well groomed.

⚘ it’s the same color as his own ashy blonde hair, with a little of the same jaggedness to it as well.

⚘ although, since he keeps it trimmed, it’s not as messy as his own hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

⚘ he’s not very romantic when it comes to sex, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be.

⚘ when it comes to special moments between the two of you, he’s more likely to slow down and take his time with you.

⚘ but bakugo likes having sex.

⚘ like a lot.

⚘ so more often times than not, he’s going to be fucking your brains out, feelings be damned.

⚘ that’s his way of showing you how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

⚘ he doesn’t jack off as often when he’s in a relationship.

⚘ why should he now that he has you?

⚘ like i said, bakugo likes sex.

⚘ he’d much rather be making you cum all over his cock than simply fisting it by himself.

⚘ the only time he really takes the time to touch himself is if you two are doing it together or he’s away for work.

⚘ otherwise, your pussy is the only thing that he wants wrapped around his dick.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

⚘ teasing is a big one for him, he loves to make you all hot and needy for him.

⚘ and the way you practically beg him to just put it in and fuck you already, well...

⚘ let’s just say, you’re lucky bakugo still has some restraint.

⚘ otherwise, there is no way you’d be walking straight ever again.

⚘ because when it comes to you, all he wants is to show you whose cock you belong to.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

⚘ get him aroused enough in public and there’s a good chance he’ll fuck you as soon as he gets the chance.

⚘ and especially if you’re acting like a brat.

⚘ he likes how easily he can take control in situations like these, you being too caught up with his actions to protest.

⚘ but on the other hand he doesn’t want anyone seeing you in such a vulnerable state that’s meant for his eyes only.

⚘ but god, if he doesn’t enjoy hearing you desperately hold back your moans as he’s fucking you.

⚘ “shut up, dumbass... you don’t want anyone to hear us, do you?”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

⚘ i think the better question is, what doesn’t turn him on?

⚘ he’s down to fuck whenever and wherever, doesn’t matter the circumstance.

⚘ it’s hard enough for his to resist you as it is, with you being so goddamn sexy and all.

⚘ sometimes he just can’t help himself, he just HAS to have you right then and there.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⚘ while bakugo can be rough at times, there is no way he’d want to actually hurt you.

⚘ he cares about you too much to see you in any significant amount of pain.

⚘ now that’s not to say he won’t punish you, of course.

⚘ especially when you’re being a goddamn brat.

⚘ spanking your ass until it’s nice and red, maybe a little love bite here and there.

⚘ but at any point if you’re in pain or crying, he’s right there to calm you down and whisper sweet words of affection while rubbing circles into your back.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⚘ he won’t lie to you, he definitely prefers receiving than giving.

⚘ that’s just how he is.

⚘ doesn’t mean he won’t take his sweet time sitting himself between your thighs, lapping at all your sweet juices as he holds you down in place.

⚘ bakugo is NEVER one to half-ass things, especially when it comes to you.

⚘ and while he would much rather receive than give, he’ll never disappoint you in the slightest.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

⚘ bakugo likes to keep a hard and fast pace when he’s slamming his hips into yours.

⚘ he’s fascinated by all noises that he can draw out of you when his cock is buried into your heat all the way down to the base.

⚘ and god, does that not feel so fucking good.

⚘ sometimes he’ll want a slower and more sensual pace, but that’s usually saved for special moments.

⚘ like when the two of you are celebrating your anniversary, or when you both decided to make a little brat of your own.

⚘ but, on rare occasions, he just wants to make love to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

⚘ he really likes quickies.

⚘ like i mean, he really likes them.

⚘ you two have some extra time to yourselves? might as well let him fuck the shit out of you.

⚘ and he’s not going to stop until you’re practically begging to cum.

⚘ then, and only then, will he reach his fingers down to press tiny, fast circles to your clit.

⚘ he’s going to give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had in your entire life.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

⚘ he’s down for some experimentation.

⚘ as long as it’s nothing too extreme and you both agree to do it, he’s more than willing to go along with whatever you might want to do.

⚘ remember kids, safety first!

⚘ however, i don’t think bakugo would want to be pegged.

⚘ at least not without some solid convincing on your part.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

⚘ he can last for about 2 hours maximum.

⚘ what can he say? he’s got a lot of stamina, especially for the woman he loves so goddamn much.

⚘ he’d be more than glad to fuck you for two hours straight, and god only help you if you let him.

⚘ needless to say, you won’t be walking for a few days.

⚘ now for bakugo, the rounds depend on how needy the both of you are for each other.

⚘ and for that, the highest he can go is five rounds in one night.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

⚘ he would be totally down to use sex toys with you.

⚘ i mean, this man can fuck you good enough on his own, but sometimes you got to throw something new into the mix.

⚘ he’d even be down to go with you when buying them, but he’d probably not say much.

⚘ as much as bakugo would want to do it, he still has his shy side when it comes to certain things.

⚘ especially when it comes to buying something as lewd as sex toys in public.

⚘ he’s a tsundere, after all.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⚘ this can go one of two ways; he gets too worked up himself and gives in or, he teases you until you’re absolutely begging for his cock.

⚘ there is no in-between.

⚘ sometimes bakugo doesn’t have the patience to tease you.

⚘ but other times, that’s all he wants to fucking do.

⚘ either way, he’s going to be making you cum so many times that you’ll both lose count.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

⚘ he’s not very vocal when it comes to moaning during sex.

⚘ expect a few grunts and curses here and there, but moans...

⚘ nope.

⚘ he’ll get louder the closer he is to cumming as he pounds his hips into yours, the sound of skin slapping against skin reverberating around the room.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

⚘ something bakugo would never tell you, is that he really wants to start a family with you.

⚘ as i said before, bakugo would need to like you a lot to even consider dating you let alone have sex.

⚘ so if he’s with you, it’s for the long road.

⚘ and that includes having kids of your own.

⚘ this is probably not until much later in your relationship though, as kids are a big commitment and he doesn’t want to get into that right away.

⚘ but thinking about you all big and regnant with his kid, is definitely something he won’t want to stop picturing any time soon.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

⚘ he’s 5.8 inches, circumcised.

⚘ his cock is a bit on the thinner side, with a nice, long vein running from the underside all the way to the tip.

⚘ he goes absolutely feral whenever you run your tongue up and down along it.

⚘ and don’t even get him started on when you swirl your tongue around the tip, he fucking loves when you do that.

⚘ just know what you’re getting yourself into if you even tease him the slightest, you’re asking for a whole world of trouble.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

⚘ bakugo has a pretty high sex drive.

⚘ no no, i still don’t think you understand.

⚘ he has a pretty HIGH sex drive, like he wants to fuck ALL THE TIME.

⚘ it’s almost surprising... almost.

⚘ but really just give him an inch and he’ll take a fucking mile.

⚘ he doesn’t even need an excuse to fuck you, he just HAS to.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⚘ he can be pretty quick to fall asleep afterwards.

⚘ especially after you two just had a round of rough sex.

⚘ what can he say? you take a lot out of him.

⚘ in only the best ways, of course.

⚘ he loves showing you just how much he cares about you when it comes to sex...

⚘ and with bakugo, there’s no way he’d ever let you forget it.

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Kinktober - October 17 (Romani, Gudako)

Impregnation kink

“Gudako, I need your eyes on me,” the man murmured.

His hand was holding hers, keeping her from moving away from where their bodies were lining up with one another. She could feel the sweat running down her back, the artificial light of the lamp on her nightstand giving only the barest of light to the room.

“We have to do this together,” he murmured, leaning in closer. Those lips were moving to her ear, breathing hot air onto her skin. The heat billowed beneath her hair, sending a shiver through her body. The red hair was tumbling down his shoulders, brushing against her face.

“R-Romani-“

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” the doctor whispered. “I kept thinking about how you looked, dressed in those cultural robes. I kept seeing the back of you, being driven insane by how tightly that fabric was clinging to you. I could trace your very outline in those robes you had on.”

He-

“I kept thinking about bare your body was, how alone you were, surrounded by those others. I kept thinking about my own hands there, holding you close. I kept thinking about how much I liked the look of your chest peaking out. I liked the way you looked so tired when you came back.”

His body was moving closer, his lips sealing hers before she could react.

The room was so dark with these long cast shadows. There was no denying the look of those golden eyes of the doctor’s, the feel of his hands running over her body as he pulled her slowly to the tip of him.

“W-we should-“

“I’m going to make love to you, Gudako.”

Her mind stopped.

His chest was in front of her, toned and fit. His words were echoing around and around in her head, banging against the walls in there as she felt him twitch against her legs, where she was wet the most.

“I’m going to take this part of you that I have been thinking about all day. I can’t take it anymore. I won’t. You are too much for me. You are undeserving of being alone, so I am going to take you so long and so hard that there is another of you and another of me roaming this place. I am going to take you until your body cannot think of anything better to do with me than to produce a child. I will fill your entire womb-“

Her lips parted, preparing to ask him what was going on.

Romani was a stuttering mess at the talk of womanly bodies. He shied away from looking at her for stitching her up. He wouldn’t-

His hand caught hers as she tried to move it away.

“You need to feel us together. You need to accept me or we will end this here.”

End things?

Her face pulled back, her head lightly tapping against the headboard of her bed.

His bangs were falling into his face. His hair wildly around his shoulders as she felt his fingers touching at her center.

“I want to be here,” he murmured. “I want to drink every drop of what you have here and drown in the taste of you. I want to run my tongue over every single mark that remains from my treating you, until my lips and time itself make the scars fade. I want to pour myself into you until you can’t think or move without the thought of me on your mind.”

“That’s… Romani-“

“Need me.”

“I always need you,” Gudako argued. “I just- This is-“

Something slipped, delving into her before she could think of the words to say. The finger was larger than she had expected, curling in a way that was running along her inner walls.

“Gudako,” Romani urged.

“R-Romani, that’s… That’s ah…”

“You feel so soft in here,” he replied, that silver tongue wagging away. She could feel his lips kiss along her collarbone and further, finding her ear again. “I knew you would be this warm. I knew that you would prove to be every bit as intoxicating on the inside that you were on the outside.”

“We should… I mean…”

Her face was leaning towards his, finding him turning and stroking along her inner body. She could feel him all but petting with that digit, the strange feeling sending her thoughts into spirals.

“I’m all yours, Gudako,” Romani murmured. “Do you feel how your body welcomes me in? Do you feel how it drinks up all the attentions that I give you?”

“I’ve al-always liked you.”

She had never thought of this.

She’d never considered-

“I worship you,” the doctor seemed to breathe, his hot breath running along her naked body. “I pray to nothing less than the knowledge that you are so strong, Gudako. I pray to the sight of your golden eyes and your soft lips. I pray to the body that lures me to sin.”

“Romani, you’re making me… wet.”

“Do you not like it?”

His lips pressed to a spot this time, a spot that had her spine weakening, another one of those strange tremors running through her.

“Do you want me to tell you what I think you are thinking, my sweet Master?”

He wasn’t a servant.

There was no reason to call her his master.

“I think you like the feeling of me inside you,” Romani purred. “I think you like holding me inside of you. You love the feeling of me holding you. I can feel you pulling me in.”

“Romani, I-“

“Tell me you want this, Gudako.”

His finger dared to leave her, her hips sliding forward a bit to hold him a second longer. She could see those golden eyes gleaming, watching her.

“I will not take an unwilling woman. Tell me that you feel this too. Tell me that you feel this connection between us, that you also feel like you could just breathe me in like air and still need more of me.”

“I…”

There had to be something wrong with her to think this way. Her hands were weaving into that red hair, noting the stray white strands here and there. Her eyes looked up into the smoldering pair, her body aching for his return.

“You would be beautiful in this bed with me,” he purred. “You drive men into madness, smiling with that face of yours, charming with that laugh you have.”

He pressed his lips to hers.

“Lead me to you, because you and I both want this. Take me into you and welcome me in again. No fingers, no tongue; my body will take yours in the way that people have since the dawn of time. No gods or demons can tear us apart, not with your strength.”

“You’re just,” she had to pause, her hand holding that weeping stiff erection in her hands. “Bold.”

There was no better word.

“Fortune favors the bold,” he replied, leaning in as she felt his tip against where she needed him more. “You will need to hold onto something.”

“Listen, we-“

He shoved in, finishing what she was starting. Her head fell back, but she found her hips slid forward, her body moving with his before she could hit the headboard with her head.

The sheer size alone brought tears to her eyes. The thickness to go alongside it-

“You will be a beautiful mother,” the man purred. “I will hold these breasts as they grow, laving them whenever they ache. I will rub this body down until the muscles cannot stand to complain. And then when I climb into this bed with you.”

His cock was moving back.

She could feel him emptying her body of him.

“N-No-“

His body slammed in again, her scream as the surge of pleasure ran through her body making the sound echo in the room.

“Romani!”

“You are so tight against me, Gudako. I feel like your hold body is clinging to me. Will this be the only time you need for us to climax and bring forth our child? How many times do you think we should do this to assure my tiny Gudako? She will take after you, I have seen it.”

“More-“

“You will make me such beautiful children, Gudako,” the man breathed, his thrusts increasing now. One of his hands was holding her waist, his other teasing at one of her breasts. “I want to see you love me more, until you can’t possibly love me any further. I want to hear my name on your lips when you climax, your body still holding mine.”

The bedding wasn’t helpful for gripping. Her hands were clinging to him, pulling him closer, but his strength was more than she’d thought the doctor even had.

She tugged, he held back.

“Please.”

“No more kisses until you beg to me,” he teased. “I want to hear you ask for this baby. I want to hear your own lips beg for our progeny. Tell me you need me-“

“I like you, Romani-“

“Love. The word you need is love.”

“Please, Romani. Please- Just touch me. Come here!”

“How close are you?”

“More-“

His hand grabbed at her leg, lifting it, changing the position a bit as she pulled slightly out of her. The new position began to make her feel him deeper. He was hitting something. Her vision was turning white as the bubbly feeling flooded her.

“R-Roman…”

“I love you, Gudako.”

The bubbles in her adrenaline were burst, the feeling of mounting pressure reaching its climax. Her voice screamed to the room, her hands clinging to the doctor over her. Her nails ran down his back, tearing into his skin as the man went on.

“You haven’t begun to feel me yet.”

“Romani-“

“Spread for me more, Gudako. I must reach that point with you this time.”

Gods and demons help her:

She couldn’t breathe at the knowing look in those eyes.

“Say you love me, Gudako. A child should hear their mother tell their father so.”

[storytaeme]

blood love – day 15

spoopy kinktober drabbles – NC17

➵ Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Kim Taehyung

➵ Prompt: Incest (Stepbrothers)  ↪ content: anal sex, taboo relationship, brief daddy kink

➵ Word Count: 2,788 words

Taehyung had been seventeen when his mother had remarried. It had been a long time coming. After having been widowed for so long, she had met a man who Taehyung had deemed to be equally as lovely as she was—deserving, in other words. They had gotten along well, so well that a year into their relationship his soon-to-be father quickly invited them to move into his bigger house to fit them all.

That had made him a little hesitant—not because of their relationship no, Taehyung loved how smitten they were with each other, but it was because of his new stepbrother. One whom he had never met before and only heard stories of. Kim Namjoon seemed more like a myth than anything, partly because his academics were through the roof while Taehyung barely got by and that he was unbelievably capable of everything if what his stepfather said was true.

He shifted uncomfortably by the doorway, holding tightly onto his duffle bag as his mother rang the doorbell. Seungcheol was a dashing man, that was no doubt, but as he greeted them early in the morning dressed in silk robes and the most brilliant smile on his face, Taehyung understood why his mother had been so enamored.

“Good morning, darling,” he smiled and kissed both her cheeks, taking her bag on instinct. “Good morning, Taehyung, how are you doing?”

“G-good, sir,” he stuttered nervously, bowing.

Seungcheol laughed, “No need for formalities, Taehyung. After all, your mother and I are to be wed soon, you can call me dad.”

Taehyung nodded obediently, shyly.

“Come on in, I was just preparing breakfast in the kitchen and Namjoon should be up shortly. Then you both can meet him,” Seungcheol’s eyes seemed to sparkle in excitement, which bubbled up another nervous round of butterflies in Taehyung’s stomach. He led them both inside the place, a humble abode that had a generous amount of space to squeeze in a family. After setting their bags in the living room, they settled in the dining room as Seungcheol had practically prepared a feast for them. “Here you go, Taehyung,” he smiled, setting a bowl down in front of him. The scent invaded his senses almost immediately, the savory aroma making his mouth water.

“Thank you so much, this is my favorite,” Taehyung beamed gratefully at him.

“I know,” he winked, “made it just for you this morning.” Taehyung hid his blush and moved to dip his spoon into the steaming broth, taking a cautious sip. The flavor was absolutely delightful.

When they fell into light chatter about their daily lives, Seungcheol asking Taehyung and his mother questions about how the packing went and whether they needed anything else, footsteps dropped the room into a hush. “Morning.” The voice was silky smooth, sweet, and had Taehyung tingling to his very bones.

A tall man, taller than Taehyung, stepped into the room and walked from behind Taehyung to the seat across from him. He bowed politely at his father and then at Taehyung’s mother, before directing his attention to Taehyung. “Namjoon, ah, good timing. Please, meet our new family.”

Namjoon was a polite man, a very charming man who had his mother smiling and blushing in an instant. He turned to Taehyung then as Seungcheol and his mother moved to the kitchen to prepare more dishes. “You must be my new brother. Taehyung, right? I’m Namjoon.”

Taehyung stood up and bent down, “Good morning, it’s nice to meet you, Namjoon-hyung.”

Namjoon’s laugh was similar to Seungcheol’s the kind that had his heart calming and beating a little louder at the same time. “Please, I’m going to be your brother, just relax. It’s nice to meet you too, Taehyung.”

Breakfast went by relatively uneventfully, filled with pure introduction with his mother asking plenty of questions to Namjoon and Taehyung eyeing the father and son combination curiously. The resemblance was uncanny. Seungcheol’s dimples seemed to have carry down to Namjoon, his brilliant smile and his undeniable charms as well. They really were alike.

“Taehyung,” his mother nudged him. Taehyung drew out of his thoughts and realized that he was staring right at Seungcheol who looked amused by his sudden stupor.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Namjoon was asking you about your extracurriculars,” his mother cleared her throat, quirking an eyebrow in silent question if he was okay.

He offered her a reassuring smile before turning to his stepbrother. “I’m in student council, treasurer. I also picked up volunteering at the local daycare.”

“What an honorable man,” Seungcheol noted, nodding in approval, as Taehyung flushed again at the attention.

“Yes,” Namjoon said slowly, “I’m sure you have a great variety of interests.” There was something in his tone Taehyung couldn’t decipher, but he chose to brush that aside, instead focusing on the conversation.

When Seungcheol and his mother went out to buy a few necessities to help them settle in, Namjoon was left with Taehyung as he unpacked in his new bedroom. “Sorry about this, hyung,” Taehyung said sheepishly, “you’re stuck helping me on your day off.”

Namjoon chuckled, waving it off as he carried another one of Taehyung’s boxes into the room. “It’s really no big deal, Taehyung. Look, we’re family now, if you ever need anything—anything at all—don’t hesitate to ask okay.” Taehyung tended to be a little bit oblivious but his brother’s words seemed to process as nothing more than a sweet sentiment from a sibling, the twinkle in the older boy’s eye indicating nothing of his true intentions.

As the months went on and the seasons changed, the family grew closer and closer. Namjoon lived at home but spent the majority of his time in university and at his internship. Meanwhile, Taehyung was picking up the last of his high school years and graduating with honors before planning out what would be best years of his life. The family was close, they got along well. Taehyung loved Seungcheol’s addition to his family, loved how supportive and kind the man was. Namjoon was the same, always looking out for Taehyung and always seemed genuinely curious about his life and interests.

However, Taehyung was still a boy—a boy with a lot of needs, which was why he was grateful for the comfort of his individual room. He fired up his browser and pulled up his site, punching in familiar key words that he always used. Of course, he was at least smart enough to use headphones to listen into the slick sounds and the filthy moans from the video. With his eyes glued to the screen, he pulled his pants down and cock out.

He had been too deep into the lustful haze, too caught up in the voices in the video to realize his door cracking open behind him. He had his fingers around his cock, pulling and stroking with the  cheap lube he had picked up from the store. It wasn’t until he heard the door slam shut that he turned around, on his desk hair, bare waist down. He let out a small squeak, quickly covering himself with his hands as he looked at Namjoon who eyed him with a raised eyebrow. The video was still playing, but the only thing he could hear was the thundering of his heartbeat.

“H-hyung,” he breathed, hands scrambling for his pants.

Namjoon approached him and placed the scissors he had borrowed from his beloved stepbrother days ago on his desk. He was silent as Taehyung struggled with his sweats. “Just wanted to return these.”

“R-right,” Taehyung stuttered, wondering why in the fucking world Namjoon wasn’t laughing at him or running screaming for the hills. It was then he realized that the video he had looked up was still on the screen—a man fucking into another man. His eyes widened as his hand reached to close the tab.

Taehyung was gay—undeniably fucking gay. But no one knew, not yet. He was planning to keep it on the down low until university when he was surrounded by open-minded millennial. His mother didn’t know, Seungcheol didn’t know, and Namjoon sure as hell didn’t know. Until then at least.

“Interesting choice,” Namjoon noted, his voice sounding more subdued and curious.

The younger cleared his throat, looking everywhere except Namjoon.

“You like boys, Taehyung?”

Taehyung hiccuped, looking at Namjoon warily. “N-no, I was just—”

Namjoon gave him with a stern glare that shut him up. “Don’t lie to me, Taehyung. I don’t like people lying to me.”

He bit on his bottom lip before nodding in embarrassment, keeping his head ducked as he squeezed his eyes shut, readying himself for any sort of repercussion. However, he opened his eyes when he heard the soft thud, seeing Namjoon’s knees on the floor before feeling his fingers on his chin tipping his head up.

“Why are you so scared, Taehyung-ah?”

“Y-you’re not mad?”

Namjoon looked humored. “Why would I be mad? I had an inkling of an idea, but you just confirmed it.”

“How—what—wait—”

“You have a noticeable infatuation with our father.”

Taehyung felt his heart drop to the ground. Being gay was one thing, but having a teensy crush on his stepfather was another. The man was nice and generous, he didn’t look at Taehyung as if he was a mere child but rather a son he was proud of even if they weren’t blood-related. Rather than saying it was love, maybe Namjoon had labeled it rather better. Infatuation.

“Noticeable?” He sounded feeble because his knees had gotten week. If Namjoon had noticed then maybe—

“Don’t worry,” Namjoon said, lips quirking up at the ends, “I’m a little more perceptive than others. I highly doubt father noticed anything, neither does your mother.”

Taehyung let out a breath he was holding, leaning back against the seat. His hand felt clammy and gross and his dick was still hard in his pants and twitching. He wanted to get off so badly, it was even worse now that Namjoon—attractive, beautiful Namjoon—was in front of him. “Okay, and you won’t—you won’t tell mom right?”

“No, love, of course not,” Namjoon whispered, brushing his bangs away from his face. “This will be our secret.”

“Thank you, hyung,” Taehyung breathed a sigh of relief. “Sorry you had to catch me like this.”

Namjoon huffed a laugh, “Don’t be embarrassed. And remember, Taehyung, I’m always here to help if you ever need anything.” It took him a while, but the meaning behind Namjoon’s words finally dawned on him, sinking into his soul and lighting his body on fire.

“Wait, are you saying—”

“Only if you want to, Taehyung,” Namjoon smiled. Gentle, sweet. “I’m not pressuring you into anything.”

Taehyung’s teeth caught his bottom lip as he fiddled with his finger in his lap. “I-isn’t that weird though? We’re brothers.”

“Stepbrothers,” the elder corrected.

Taehyung still looked hesitant, wondering if this was really okay. He did want to, but the fear of getting found by their parents made him a little doubtful.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Taehyung,” Namjoon assured him, “just a suggestion. I’ll see you later, yeah?”

His hand caught Namjoon’s absentmindedly, holding onto his fingers tightly as he stared up at the standing man with big eyes. “Wait, I’m—I want to—I mean, I want to try. I just—I haven’t really done anything so I don’t know much and oh my god, I don’t want to mess up and—”

Namjoon’s hand came down to stroke his face as he leaned down to level his face with his brother’s. “Do you trust me?”

Namjoon was kind and honest. He knew the elder would never lay a hand on him without his consent. Taehyung looked up at him, resolved with his decision. “Yes.”

“Good,” he smiled back, “we’re going to have so much fun, Taehyungie.”

The knock on the door brought him out of his daze, fear licking up his skin like the flames of hell coming after him. “Taehyung? Are you in there?” His father’s voice sounded through the barrier. “Dinner’s almost ready, just to let you know.”

Taehyung—Taehyung was rather occupied. Namjoon slid into him again, harder this time, hard enough to jolt him forward against his desk. He squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed his moan, because fuck, he could feel everything inside of him. Namjoon’s thick length was buried deep inside of him, his body quaking with the fullness.

Namjoon leaned over him, breath ghosting the shell of his ear. “Answer him, Taehyungie. Don’t want to keep father waiting.”

His lips quivered as Namjoon bit his earlobe, nibbling hard enough to have him holding back a pleasured squeak. He tried to compose his voice as best he could but it was proving difficult when Namjoon was grinding against him. "Yeah, I'll be right down!"

There was a silence and the two of them expected their father to disappear then, to leave them be so Namjoon could go back to splitting his stepbrother's ass in two. Taehyung felt so nice and snug around him, his ass fit perfectly around his cock. The first time they did it, Taehyung had wept and sobbed into his pillow over how painfully good it was. By then, Taehyung was already taking dick like a champ. Taehyung muffled his voice into his arm as Namjoon rolled his hips just right to rub the tip of his cock against his prostate, the sensitive spot delighting in the friction.

"Hey, Taehyung," his dad called again and Taehyung froze, and so did Namjoon. All three seemed to be stuck in a standstill for a few moments in which Taehyung's voice had disappeared altogether. However, Namjoon broke the trance by fucking up into Taehyung again, harder and faster this time. There was a thump from when Taehyung bumped against the table, but hopefully it had been small enough to be ignored. "You know if anything's going on with you, you can talk to me right?"

Holy shit. Holy shit. Taehyung closed his eyes and clamped his lips shut so he wouldn't groan over how incredible Namjoon felt pushing up with his hips to reach deep inside Taehyung, how good it felt when Namjoon's fingers circled his cock and began to stroke.

"You've been a little distant lately and I just want you to know that," his father added again.

Taehyung wanted to throw himself out a window. He could barely process two of his father's words when Namjoon's movements were making a jumbled mess of his mind. "Answer him, Taehyung," Namjoon growled, "answer daddy."

His ass clenched instinctively with Namjoon's words. A gasp choking in his throat. "Yeah, I got it." Taehyung called back.

"Anything at all, Taehyung," his father pressed again. His words were an echo of Namjoon's just months ago when he had propositioned Taehyung and the thought sent him down another spiral of lust as Namjoon chuckled knowingly behind him.

"Yep, got it, dad."

That provoked Namjoon to tug on his hair, jerking his head back as he fucked Taehyung forward with his hips. "You call him daddy too, baby?" Taehyung whimpered. "Who's your daddy, baby boy?"

"Y-you are," Taehyung gasped.

"That's right, I am," Namjoon enunciated every word with a thrust of his hips. His cock filled tight in Taehyung's ass. "Daddy fucks you good, doesn't he, Tae?"

"The best," the younger bit down on his tongue to stop himself from moaning aloud again. The last thing he needed was his stepfather realizing that his own son was fucking his stepson.

The next response came from their father again. A sigh. "Okay, Taehyung, I'll see you downstairs." With that, the following footsteps seemed to be an indication for Namjoon to break all his restraint as he began to pound into the boy, skin slapping on skin echoing in the empty room. Taehyung wailed quietly into his hands, his ass felt raw and numb at the same time, oversensitive to every single thrust.

"That's a good boy," Namjoon grunted, "taking daddy's cock like a good little slut."

Taehyung babbled something incoherent, he wasn't sure what he said but his words must've satisfied Namjoon because the boy was telling him to come, come around his cock and all over the table, knowing well that his baby boy would make such a mess with his filthy come. Taehyung was always the compliant one—and so he came and he came hard, a white pool forming on the floor from where he dripped. He leaned his forehead against the desk, breaths weighing heavy in his chest as he tried to keep his wobbling knees up.

Namjoon's arm swooped around him to bolster his weight as his own breaths kissed Taehyung's damp skin. "Proud of you, baby," he whispered.

Taehyung smiled, "Thank you, Daddy."