#i simply think that [feral drooling and growling]

[remyfire]

Yesterday I was attempting to explain to my wife pictorially the qualities of BJ that I find most aesthetically attractive, and today I am reviewing the caps that I sent her and I think that they are basically the equivalent of a visual keyboard smash

[tonycries]

MONSTA!

Synopsis. Mama, you’re in love with a criminal monster!

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, weréwolf!Toji, rúts, bíting, ghostface!Choso, slight knífeplay, breéding, creampíes, knots, true form!Sukuna, dp, smácking, NÉEDY boys, vampíres, turning, clan leader!Gojo, cúlt leader!Geto, exhíbitionism (Geto), mentions of having kíds, PÚSSYDRUNK, squírting, bódy worshíp, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 5.9k (whoops)

A/N. First post of kínktoberrrr, hope y’all have a lovely month <3

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - FULL MOON FULL YOU!

“Baby–” Toji’s raspy baritone vibrates throughout your squirming body, all the way down to where he was unapologetically stuffing you gapingly full. He’s pressing hot kisses along your face, your neck. Everywhere and anywhere. “Baby.”

You’re never seen him this needy. This unable to hold back. 

And suddenly you’re finding yourself flipped over to straddle his strong hips, the bed creaking strenuously when he jabs up all greedy inches stretching your overfilled pussy open. 

There’s nowhere to run - nowhere to hide from Toji and the way he’s simply dragging you down with five of his thick digits wrapped snugly around your throat. “My baby.”

Truly, he was always so mean to you whenever it was a full moon. 

So determined to make sure you end up just as round and glowing as you are in his wettest of dreams. 

You’re gasping, “Wh-what do you-”

“Whoops” He titters, sucking lewdly on your glossy pout, “Did I say that out loud? But, I mean- really silly girl-” Toji bares his elongated canines at your drunken look of shock. Feral. Depraved. “-what else did ya expect coming to a werewolf in rut?”

Drool trickles down the corner of his mouth when the vicious curve of his fat tip draws relentless glides across your g-spot, mapping you from the inside out. Bouncing you precariously on top of him while he fucked up relentlessly over and over-

“Ah!” you’re yelping when Toji bites down harshly on the tender crook of your neck. Hard enough to draw blood, your hips stuttering down in a lewd thwack! onto his sharper ones.

“F-fuck–” the sharp nails on your fingers just dig into his skin, and it makes him grin. “Right there- hah- right there- need you to cum in me again, Toji-”

“Yeah?” he croons from below, quirking up a dark brow. “Think you can handle it- I mean just look.” There’s a low, sultry growl coming from the very depths of his broad chest when Toji’s pulling out ever-so-slightly. His vice-likehold around your neck tightens even more, breath puffing in raggedly hot pants against your cheek. “Look at this.”

And, fuck, you can’t look away. 

Toji’s gripping the red, angry base of his cock, giving the peak of your puffed-up clit a stinging smack! smack! smack! with the very tip of his weep, rotund head. 

And your overspilling pussy just clenches to coat his throbbing cock in such a milky gloss of cum and saturated slick, dredging down to form a creamy ring at the very bottom of his thick hilt. “Yeahhh- think you can handle it, heh.”

As soon as he’s bullying his length back in-between your sopping wet pussy lips, Toji just throws his head back, darkened eyes rolling to the back of his head.

His mouth just waters, heavy cum-filled balls squeezing so painfully, all the blood in his writhing body flowing into a thick knot at his base. And he has to hold himself back from marking down your neck once again. 

“Fuck- fuck yeah tha’s what m’talking- a-about.” His words are slurring now, heaving. You’ve taken him fully before - but he always grew so massive during this time - all the air knocks out of your lungs at how sinfully he stretched you wide open. “Gonna give ya a baby- gonna- ah- gonna make you such a pretty momma.”

And maybe it was because of the rut - maybe you were just that cockdrunk already - but Toji’s rough handling on your hips were veering into bruising territory. Leaving neat little fingernail patterns along your skin, making use of each and every bit of inhuman strength he had to hammer with such pressurized pummels into your poor pussy.

“Oh-” your jaw slacks open when his sloppy hips jerk you to and fro. It’s like his girth was just molding your plush walls to his size. The calloused curve of his thumb dances upwards to roll over your clit, “Feels so- hngh! So good Toji– oh my god-”

“Ya think god can hear ya right now, baby?” he’s leering, jutting his engorged dick upwards until it leaves a messy puddle of his swelteringly hot cum at your thighs, “Tell me how much you hah- want it.”

Each word is just spat at you, and your breathy little whimpers and moans mumble out into his cushiony pecs. “Want it s-so-”

There’s another mean smack against your sensitive clit. “Nuh uh. No stutterin’”

“Toji–!” Big fat tears are streaming down your eyes, ones he lolls his tongue out to catch. Groaning at the slightly salty taste, “Want it so- hah- so bad. Wan’ you to get me pregnant- ngh!”

Such a deep growl is hissed against your kiss-bitten lips, and it’s all it takes before Toji’s breath hitches - rough - and he cums all over again. 

He barely even slows down, grunting out the hoarse mantra of your name. “Oh fuck-” Toji’s feet plant firmly on the silken sheets, arching his back in a tantalizing curve upwards. Achy cock pushing and pushing until he’s managing to squeeze that fattened knot at the very base of his cock through that first ring of muscle. And then he’s shooting such thick spurts of cum all the way into the very back of your pussy, coating your channel in drippingly wet coats of white. “Yeah- fuck- Take it all- m’gonna make you a- ohhh-” 

As if on cue, his teeth find their way back over where your pulse was thundering rapidly. Marking. Claiming. So filthy that it takes only a few more of his hurried, sloppy swivels before you’re cumming as well. 

You’re breathing out shallowly, smoothing out one of your palms over where you could feel the excess of his seed oozing down slowly along your womb. 

“Oh- don’t do that- f-fuck-” Toji was the one stuttering now, his unsteady hips trying desperately to get back that sultry push and pull from before. Difficult with his knot, he was cockwarming you so thoroughly now, all of his solid inches plugging you full - making sure you take his seed the way he wanted to. And it was killing him. 

“When this thing goes down-” He drags you by the throat to crash your lips against his. Free hand patting at your stomach, “-ya better know m’breedin’ ya once more. Until I physically can’t.”

♡ NANAMI KENTO - BloodLUST

“Hngh- K-Ken-” your syrupy, slurred-out moans sounds so pretty in Nanami’s ears. So greedy just like the way your drippingly wet cunt calls to him, making such a primal part of himself rear its dark little head. ”It feels so- hah– good-”

“Does it now, my love?” Nanami’s intertwining his fingers with yours, gifting a gentle kiss on the back of your hand. His knees spread apart your trembly legs even further, fucking you harder and harder into the cushiony pillows.

God, the mating press he had you viciously folded into felt so torturously good. Exactly his favorite position to have you in - to spear his thick cock into you like an animal. Jostling out your insides until you were stretched tautly around his swelteringly hot cock, stuffed with so many of his solid inches that you could barely speak. 

Yeah, times like this, Nanami was so entranced by your cunt that his pussydrunk self lets his control slip - just a little bit. He could bare his gentle, fawny eyes with something dangerous. Something that had you gulping, nervous gaze flickering down to his sharply glistening fangs.

“Ken-” you’re pulling him closer by his favorite speckled tie - barely even bothering to change out of his work before he caught a whiff of your bubbly sweet scent. Before he just had to have you. Hot breath sending goosebumps down his spine, “I wan’ you to bite me-”

Slam!

Just the thought of that has him heaving his hand down onto the rickety headboard, jaw clenched. Gritting out, “Don’t- fuck, don’t say things you’re not s-sure about.”

And all he gets is your protesting pout, thighs squeezing even tighter around his broad shoulders. Easily swallowing up every inch after inch that slammed so recklessly into your cunt, clingy ropes of precum seeping out of those bare edges. 

“But I am sure.” Your sweet coo makes him just throw his head back, and he can only pant and pant while you’re bringing up a tender hand up to cup his cheeks. Thumbing just barely over the pointed curl of his canines, “I’m sure I want you to f-fuck bite- me-”

It’s like he’s trying to fuck that little plea out of you. Dragging you down those damply silken sheets with one of his big beefy arms. The other smushing your cheeks together, “Tha’s jus’ this needy pussy talkin’, darling.”

“But Ken don’t you wanna be with m-”

“Hush, now.” he’s dragging a slick thumb over the gaping opening of your pretty pussy, eyeing down in wonder at just how much you seemed to clench at this conversation. Your already drenchingly wet channel sputtering out wave after sloppy wave of squelches each time he buried himself to his blond hilt. “Of course- I wish to only be with you for s’long as you’ll have me.” All the way until Nanami was sure he’d leave the lingering convulses of your pussy clamping around nothing, until your eyes were drooping shut, and those pretty whines were all that smart mouth of yours could get out. “But dontcha think s’better to be human? Better than- this-”

Each of his pressurized plunges have the bed creaking protestingly - absolutely no match, and it was a wonder that you hadn’t broken bones. Yet. 

But you knew that Nanami Kento would never hurt you.

It’s what has you dragging him in for a deep kiss, letting him moan harmonically into your mouth. “M’sure.” Drawling out before he could get a second word in, you’re threading your fingers through his undercut, tugging just slightly enough that his breath hitches in a fully deep gasp. “Please- I wanna be with you Ken-” He’s turning to kiss the golden band of your recent engagement ring, slow and lingering. “-forever.”

Nanami just swallows, “As you wish, my love.”

And then he’s biting you - and then you’re cumming. Only, you don’t know which one comes first.

Just that suddenly your fiancé’s surging his hulking body forwards, crushing you under the heavy weight he can’t hold back. Glinting fangs sinking deep into your booming pulse with a raspy groan, you see white - cumming and cumming so hard that all you can do is drag your nails down his muscled back. 

“Oh-” Nanami gasps out, heaving - as if he’d just run a marathon. He’s holding you so sweetly, but fucking you as roughly as your semi-human body would allow. He only parts with your neck for a split-second, before running his hot tongue over and over in long, languid stripes. Drinking you in. Greedy. “Y’taste so sweet- fuck, always smelt so good but- ahhh fuck you taste so- so perfect.”

It’s only a matter of a few sloppy thrusts into your gooey heaven, him just dragging out your high by knocking feverishly into each of your practiced sweets spots. And with a final, slurping lick - Nanami’s cumming.

SNAP!

His thrumming dick flagging once. Twice. Before gushing out in such wet strands of seed, a creamy mess which fills you from the inside out. Only then is Nanami pulling away, letting you see him in all his utterly fucked-out glory - neat hair askew, high cheekbones blushing, mouth snapping with strands of saliva and your blood. It trickles down the twitching corner of his mouth, smearing lewdly when he rests his face atop your jiggling tits. 

His entire body is shaking. Sensitive. Fuck, he’s almost wondering why he didn’t do this sooner.

“Gonna be mine now.” he utters, guttural and deep from within his panting chest. Shallow. Needy. Jerking forwards in addictive little ruts, his furious cock was still beading out pearlescent ribbons of cum. Overfilling you to the brim. It was stretching out your insides full, dredging down each of your sopping wet wall with each fucked out rut. “Mine.”

Nanami takes his hand off of the now-demolished headboard, intertwining his thick fingers with yours. Kissing that metallic band, “Forever.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - Mr. Leader

“Such a naughty girl ya are.” Geto simpers in that dangerously soft tone of his, two of his long, slender fingers draw a sultry circle around the very rim of your sloppily stuffed hole. Just coating it in a glossy sheen of his own cum from earlier tonight, he’s holding it up at the stony-faced crowd on the platform below you two. “Won’t you agree?”

And you can only scrunch your eyes shut in embarrassment at the ripples of whispers - agreement, no doubt, it’s not like anyone had the courage to test your cult leader boyfriend’s patience. Except for you.

“S-Sugu-” you whine. “Don’ hafta be so mean about it-”

You regret the words as soon as they’re tumbling out of your mouth, because that’s all it takes for Geto to unapologetically circle his pretty fingers around the column of your neck. Hauling your pliant self up to straddle his bulgingly angry cock for everyone to see. 

“What was that?” he whispers, lips curling up into a grin. And at your lack of an answer, he’s moving - rocking back and forth in such a slow, purposeful pace. Fingers tightening, “Would you care to repeat that, gorgeous?”

“N-no- ah!” you shake your head, entire body wracking with shudder at the feeling of the absolute mess he was making inside you. Sloshing all over the place, down your trembly thighs, pooling onto the association’s platform. Your hands are jittery once they grab onto his velvety robes, “Didn’t- hngh- didn’t mean it, Sugu…” 

A pout teases its way onto Geto’s face, and with no remorse he’s bending your back into the sluttiest arch for him. Showing off the way those puffy pussy lips of yours were struggling so sinfully around his thick girth, barely being able to accommodate each of the greedy inches you were swallowing so quickly.

“What do you think?” he groans, and you realize with a jolt that he’s not talking to you now. Taunting fingers scissor open your overfilled cunt even more, just having you gapingly held open, “Should I go easy on her?”

Geto doesn’t wait for an answer, instead he’s leveraging that powerful hold around your throat to just drag you down every inch of his thick, throbbing cock. Biting down on his lower lip at the way your gummy walls were so clingy. 

You’re whining an audible ah! ah! ah! at each of his hefty clashes against your g-spot - it echoes all throughout the stage and makes Geto laugh. Laugh.

“They might tell me to go easy-” he’s whispering against your ear, biting down smugly on your jaw. You’re trapped - so utterly helpless in his grasp and fuck do you want it so bad. “-but I don’t know if my girl deserves it.”

Each word of his drips straight to your velvety cunt, clenching in such a lewd pulse that Geto almost considered teasing you about how hard it was to fuck into you just the way he wanted. 

Your sweaty palms cup his face, bringing your lips crashing against his in such a messy, messy kiss. “Please- Hngh- I want it- wanna cum, Sugu. Wanna have you cum in m- mmpf–!”

He’s cutting you off with a harsh suck on your delirious tongue, and another pressurized thrust right into the very depths of your sloppy pussy. You’re all but bawling when he stutters up even harder at his sloppy pace - just rawly bucking up into you, making you take each sweltering kiss his thick head places along your plush walls. 

“Want want want-.” Geto hisses against your lips, gnawing down in warning against them. “All want- I’ve been fuckin’ you for hours now n’ you’re still s-so hah- demanding, gorgeous.” 

His slyly dripping undertone makes you rut your drenched cunt even harder down onto his smackingly sharp pelvis. Another spreading swipe against your sloppily full cunt reveals more of his potent seed dripping out, a sight that makes his mouth water. “Even after I’ve given you so hah- much, still want more, huh?”

And all you can do is nod half-drunkenly, “Want it.” And he has to admire how well you take his bullying thrusts. “Want it, please, Sugu?”

“Well-” that attractively authoritative tone of his voice makes you even more embarrassingly soaked. Planting a slidingly wet kiss against your lips, he raises his voice. “Whaddaya say? Think she’s learned her lesson enough to cum?”

Somewhere in the distance, you think you hear a low “yes.” But you can’t look over your shoulder - not with his steady, vice-like grip still blocking most of your airway. No, but you can just feel the moment when Geto’s bulbously swollen tip just twitches against your cervix, when his smacking balls clench. So hard, so tight.

And the only warning you get - “Cum then, naughty girl.”

Within a few more messy strikes to your g-spot, you do - and it’s all over Geto’s pounding cock, your snug pussy is just gushing all over his crushing hips. Light-headed, vision tinging with black, your nails claw furious red patterns down his wrist at your throat.

“Fuuuuck- yeah, milk yourself. Fuck yourself down on my cock while you cum.” Geto breathes out, voice lilting a few octaves higher than usual. His widened dark eyes lay locked on where your cunt was still coating him in all your slick juices, honeyed and syrupy down into a puddle. “Squirtin’ all over my cock i-in front of- hah- all these people? Ya really are something else, gorgeous.”

Slack-jawed, his glassy gaze only droops in disbelief at the sight of those dredges of cum and your juices dripping down the sopping wet ends of your slit. The way it slipped and slided between you two to make such a glossy mess. “Wastin’ it, too.” 

And you can’t do anything but gasp when his fingers dig even further around your throat, talking - not  you. “Now, do I hafta teach her a lesson about wastin’?”

♡ CHOSO KAMO - “Lookin’ at his t-t-t-FACE!”

“Baby-”

“...”

“Baby, please.” Choso’s gasping, his rounded Adam’s apple bobbing precariously at where you held his pretty little knife deftly to his neck. And despite that, it was the last thing on his mind. “Please- jus’ want ya to fuckin’ move-”

You have to hold back your drunken giggles when he’s practically knocking off his ghostface mask in haste, hurrying to grab a handful of your ass. Squeezing. Kneading. Dragging you downwards to feed inch by fucking inch of his needy cock into your glistening cunt. “Move those pretty hips f’me, why dontcha?”

“Hmmm…” you’re dragging out in that honeyed tone of yours. And it makes the dangerous man just huff so poutily in a way you wished you could kiss away - if only that mask wasn’t in the way, that is. You tug on a soft raven strand of his hair peeking out, “Only if you take that mask off.”

And that makes him keen. It makes him sob. 

It makes him bury his face into the crook of your sweat-sheened neck, easing another riotous half-thrust up into your silken smooth pussy, you’re practically cockwarming him now. “B-but-” Choso whimpers - whimpers. 

One that cracks so lewdly at the end when your cunt gives a clingy squeeze, massaging down the ridges and veins decorating his fat cock. The feeling makes him throw his head back, lips glistening with fucked-out drool. 

He’s trying oh-so-desperately to swivel his achy cock even deeper inside you, hips jutting upwards to rummage your insides tentatively. The very bulbous tip of his cock swirling your insides so deliciously. 

“Please-”

“Take it off.”

Such a pretty cry wrenches out of Choso’s mouth when your glossed lips press a chaste peck onto his mask, accompanied by such a slutty arch of your hip downwards. Snug cunt milking him with just an ounce of what he was begging for. Just a taste. “Please- please please plase- fine- fuck! You win! Just please-” And you’re barely even given the time to react before he’s snatching back the knife in your hands. Cutting off his mask in an easy motion. “-fuck me!”

And oh was this ghostfaced intruder so pretty - his dark, dewy eyes filled to the brim with pussydrunk tears, lids drooping down slowly when he feels himself twitch. Hair disheveled and damp, there was such an innocently rosy blush all over his cheeks. 

With wobbly, ravaged lips, he pleads, “Please. Fuck me, baby. Use me.”

And you just can’t help but slam your stuttering hips so sloppily down onto his, feeling the echoing smack! of his tight balls sting against your ass. Just two seconds of your riding him has him whining, his greedy hands didn’t know where to be now - at your poor, neglected clit, or maybe guiding your tantalizingly perky nipples to his mouth, maybe even letting you take back his prized knife. 

“Oh-” your mouth crashes messily into his. Hypnotic. Each push and pull of your tongues is accompanied by your sopping wet pussy coating him in another wave after wave of syrupy slick. It leaves him speechless. “Such a pretty, pretty boy. What a hah- shame you wear that mask.”

His head was so fucked. Just that little compliment makes him throb, hauling you down even further to feel his syrupy sweet precum sloshing around your gummy walls. The angry rounded divot on his fat head jostling inside you to bang right into your poor g-spot. It just felt so good.

“You- you think I’m hngh- pretty?” He’s batting his long lashes up at you, and you feel his strong arms tighten around the small of your waist. Your hardened nipples scratch so tantalizingly against the fabric of his thick black cloak. “You really- really think I’m-”

Each word is heaved out in-between such sloppy thrusts, and the way you’re sucking him up so needily - so heavenly makes him moan. And you could’ve sworn you felt his achy shaft grow two sizes larger, contorting your elastic walls.

Sucking on your tongue between his pretty lips, “You’re so- fuuuck- didn’t know it could feel this good. Ngh- please- more- want more-”

“So greedy–” you teasing, eyeing down at the way that only makes his blush grow darker. But that doesn’t stop him - no, the very thought of stopping isn’t anywhere on Choso’s mind. 

In fact, he’s only shuddering out a few sloppy thrusts into your gummy cunt before taking your sensitive clit between two fingers. Rolling his thumb gingerly, he mewls through lingering kisses. “Does it feel good, baby?” And oh he can’t take his eyes off of you, rutting upwards to chase after the lewd squelch! squelch! squelch! from down below. “You’re ah- t-taking me so ngh, well. Fuck-” Head just throwing back at the mere sight of your puffy folds stretching out widely around his girth, bulging when he unapologetically bullies every inch of him. “Please- tell me it feels good.”

Your grip just sears across his scalp when you tangle your fingers through his soft strands, baring his entirely pussydrunk face. His fucked-out grin, the way each bouncing pace of your hips had it growing wider and wider, eyes rolling to the back of his head. So pretty.

“Mhm, so good, Cho–” you moan, your fully stuffed cunt flutters at just how shamelessly that makes him throb. Letting you hover his knife just barely up, up, up his heaving chest, nipping lightly at Choso’s pale neck. “Makes me so hah- h-happy when you’re behaving f’me. Like you’re my good boy.”

He’s nodding before you’re even finishing the sentence, one hand tightening at your waist. Bruisingly so. The other drawing insistent, messy little circles, “Mhm, m’your good boy– always gonna be- hngh-” It drags from his throat guttural and raw. Leaning up to kiss such a sloppy kiss against your lips, “N’ I wanna fuck you like I am, baby.”

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - Demon time?

“Tch-” You’re gulping when the towering demon in front of you quirks up his brow sharply. Admonishingly. Crossing all four of his arms over his muscled chest while you sat all pretty and fucked-out on his manspread lap. “How are ya gonna summon the king of curses n’ not even be able to take both his dicks, brat?”

He’s rolling his eyes at you’re protesting little whines, shifting done further on his decadent throne to have his fat cockspearheading even deeper. 

Smack! All five of his thick fingers burn brandingly into the fat of your ass, the very motion makes you jump, your trembly legs tightening around his toned waist. 

“Now now, I didn’t say to jus’ act all cute n’ cockdrunk, did I?” His rough hands push apart your legs even more, another third hand is slotting into the hot core between your legs. And Sukuna smiles at the way you’re so soppingly wet, squeezing your puffed-up folds even further apart to swallow his twin girths. “All I want is for you to- take- it-”

Oh, right now you couldn’t speak. Couldn’t even breathe with the way it felt like Sukuna was stretching out your insides so sinfully. Your pussy being stuffed to her poor limits, both of his hefty cocks bully their greedy way inside you. 

“O-oh–” you’re whining so sweetly in his ear when one of his fat, bulbous tips press up into your g-spot. Slow. Still. But not for long - because that large, ravenous tongue split across Sukuna’s abs open wide to slurp at your pulsing clit. Depraved. “Kuna- oh my god it f-feels so good- hngh-”

“Kuna?” he seethes. Each of his stacked cocks find their way knocking at your womb, marking you where no human had before - exactly how he liked it. “You dare call the king of curses “Kuna” brat?”

Tearily, you look up into his glowingly red eyes, “M’-m’sorry, Sukuna- didn’t think-”

But any and all answer is purposefully being fucked out of your now thoroughly hazy brain. He’s grabbing at your hips to plunge into your drippingly wet channel, brandishing that tongue on his stomach to roll harshly over your clit. Circling the very tip over and over the sensitive nub - all while he simply lounged on his royal throne. 

“Didn’t tell ya to not call me that, did I?” Sukuna scoffs, and if you were in any better state of mind you could’ve sworn that there was a light tinge of red tainting the very tips of his ears. “Tch- now don’t you fuckin’ look at me with those pretty eyes-” He’s giving your ass another clingy smack! Having you bouncing up and down easily along both of his impressive girth. “If ya wanna be fucked by a demon so bad then be fucked, woman.”

And shit- you could already feel the way his sharp hipbones dug into your ass, the resounding thwack! thwack! thwack! of his heavy, twitching balls echoing across the dimly-lit throne room you’d been thrust into. 

“Please- Kuna–” your arms make their limp way around his neck. And the slight change in angle has him assaulting into the line of your cervix, fucking two girthy divots into the spongy bottom. You crane upwards to kiss him in a way that makes him smile at how you struggle. “M’gonna feel ya for the next week, hngh- s’so much better than any human–”

Smack!

“What a naughty little minx ya are.” he jeers, but you could feel the way his throbbing cocks weep happily at your admission. Flooding your cunt with splatters of heated precum, slobbering out of you with each of his animalistic rams. “Really underestimated you, little human- hah! N’ look at you now, about to cum all because of a big bad demon. Aren’t ya embarrassed?” 

You couldn’t shake your delirious head “no” fast enough, and not wasting a moment’s time Sukuna’s planting such a deep kiss on your pouty lips. “Well then, aren’t you an interesting one, huh? Begging for the king’s cock.”

“Mhm–” you’re mewling, gliding your drooling pussy easily down his bulging cock. “Wan’ you- wanna cum- wanna- hah-”

You’re gifted with another one of his mean slaps, “Make up ya damn mind, brat. So greedy.”

But he doesn’t stop - doesn’t even think of it, actually. Because Ryomen Sukuna would never admit it but fuck, were you so perfect like this. So gorgeous. So very his. 

You’re already so full of him that you could almost spot the massive outlines of where he was steadily attacking your sweet spots. Draw a line across where he ended, rotund heads marking their way inside.

That he can’t help but increase that strikingly sloppy staccato of his, fucking you repeatedly stupid. He just lunges forwards to have you riding both his monster cocks and his tongue, the stimulation of it making him bite his lower lip. 

“Oh- yeah–” It takes every embarrassed fiber of his being to stop from rolling his eyes to the back of his head. The fourth of his beefy hands coming up to tweak your hardened nipples, tugging and teasing - just barely treading with his long nails. “Cum all over my cocks then if ya- hngh- if ya like it that much.” His feral hips snap! up even harder, leaving you with a final, unforgettable smack! “Cum for me, my queen.”

“Fuck- m’cumming-” you’re whining not even a split-second later. Head thrown back, your hips stutter down frantically to meet his, over and over- you can’t stop. He can’t stop. “M’cumming m’cumming- fuck fuck fuck, Kuna-”

Two of his engulfing arms wrap around you, pinning you to his cushiony pecs. He’s wrenching out each white-hot spark of pleasure, making your toes curl at every clash against the bullseye of your g-spot, every blissful lick to your clit. He groans throatily, smug grin simpering in place, “Yeah- heh, best believe m’keepin’ you after this.”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Madam.

There’s such a saccharine sweet whine leaving Gojo’s pouty mouth, fingers twitching wildly where they were pinning you down onto the cushiony pillows. “F-fuck- stop- hah, stop squeezin’ me like that or m’gonna cum early on our wedding- night-”

You can only jitter your hips back into his even further, knees aching from holding you up for so long now. Just a few hours ago you’d been wedded to the infamous head of the Gojo clan and now - well, now he was well and fully intent on proving to everyone in this estate exactly why you’d make the perfect madam.

“Toru–” you’re mewling, looking over your trembly shoulder to spy upwards at him. Fuck, the elders would faint if they saw how utterly defiled he was right now. 

His strong arms twitchy and flexing with each hammering thrust, the weight of his muscled thigh hiked up to pummel at the very bottom of your spongy pussy. You felt so soft, so soppingly wet inside with sloshes of his seed from before coating him with each passing second. 

“Heh.” Gojo hovers forwards to pat at your tummy, cutely bloated with all of his throbbingly thick inches. “All stuffed full of me- isn’t that right, wifey?”

“Y-yes.” 

“Nuh uh, louder, sweetheart.” he cuts off your babbling. “Wan’ everyone in this godforsaken house to hear.”

The bed creaks in sinful synchrony with your sappy whines, and the lingering smack! of his hips against yours, achy cum-filled balls sticking to your thighs. Shit, he saw stars behind his eyes with each clingy pull out of your tight pussy - and it drove him mad. 

“I-  I want-”

“Louder.”

“Fuck- yes!” It’s just about all you can get out before he’s crashing his pussydrunken-grin against yours in a messy clash of a kiss. Tongue lolling out to suck on yours, glassy eyes drooping just barely shut. You moan, “I want you to cum inside me again- Now. Gimme an hngh- heir.”

Oh. 

Oh fuck, that did it. 

“You want an heir?” he breathes, and it’s about several octaves higher than normal. Raspy. Reverant. “An heir- fuck!” Suckling softly on your neck, “S’my pretty wife wants an heir, huh?”

The very thought makes him giddier than it should’ve, and oh he’s choking back guttural whimpers. The sensitive divot at the very end of his swollen cock emitting steamingly hot wisps of milky white precum already. 

“Mhm–” you’re nodding, keening at the hefty weight of his muscled body pressing down into yours. Rippling abs rubbing up and down against your back at each jaggedly sloppy thrust, it’s like he’s just hauling you further and further up the decadent mattress. Batting your tearful lashes. “Want it so bad- Wontcha breed me, Toru? Fill me up?”

At this, one of his massive arms comes down to press hard at your womb. And fuck he was practically squeezing you dry, letting the thickly hot dredges of his cascade down your thighs. 

“Ohhhh yes. Look at that.” he’s groaning, the curving head of his fat cock bumping into those various ridges of your sweet spots inside. “Already so full of me and you hngh- w-want more? The new madam is getting bossy, hm?”

God, you felt so good that you’re scrambling towards those plushy expensive covers. Stammering out, feeling so delirious and stupid on his massive cock. “S-so what? What if I jus’ wan’ make you a daddy?”

He’s kissing oh-so-gently against your spit-glossed pout, acting for all the world as if his vigorous cadence isn’t just rendering you half-speechless. “Nothing wrong- ah- nothing wrong at all, in fact.”

That squelching staccato from down below was so loud now that you were sure it would be heard. But Gojo didn’t care - the last thing on his mind in fact. Gojo’s driving even more vigorously to kiss your g-spot with more of his precum. “In fact- I just hope that every one of those fuckers know it.”

And perhaps tomorrow, none of those usually-sneering elders will look you in the eye, and all of the housestaff will blush when they see your state - but right now, all you’re doing is cumming. 

“T-Toru–!” you’re screaming out, letting him grab both your wrists from behind you to drill himself even more solidly. He’s letting all the sloppy mess from before pool down onto the sheets, a lewd puddle that makes him slip n’ slide even deeper inside. “M’cumming- fuck fuck fuck- m’cumming ah-”

And Gojo only flashing you a leering smirk, hoisting you upwards to fuck you through each and every one of those crashing waves of pleasure, those jolts of electricity that have you twitchy so perfectly around his considerably large girth. “Heh- I already know, sweetheart. Can feel ya- hngh- trynna milk me- fuck. This pussy’s too- hah- good-”

His smug smile is dipping away from his pretty face, sweat perspiring like crazy across his lolling forehead. And before long, Gojo’s crying out your name like a broken mantra. Rough hands coming to pin you up against his hard muscled front, just pumping you full of every single one of his sticky ribbons of cum. 

It’s so hot, so potent, barrelling into your gummy walls and making you so soaked inside. His body shakes on top of yours, and you’re flinching at the soft pitter patter of his big, fat tears of sensitivity.

“Oh- my wife- my wife my wife-” he bites his bottom lip raw, head thrown back, throat shot. Cumming and cumming until he couldn’t anymore. Until his sensitive length was weeping nothing more than milky wisps of precum, blanks, even. Pulling out ever-so-slightly, he watches the sheer volume of seed slobber from between your syrupy sweet folds, squelch squelch squelch so loud it rings across his ears. 

Satoru catches your lips in such a gentle, gentle kiss, “Again. I don’t think the entire estate knows they’re having an heir soon, yet.”

A/N. Hnghgh vampire Nanami - also I headcanon that the elders got the Gojo Estate soundproofed after that.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[screampied]

Small itty bitty req 😽😽😽 Vampire! Gojo who cums just from drinking her blood..? 🤕🤕🤕😸

vamp gojo getting a taste for the first time ★

◜ ❦◞ — warnings. fem! reader, vampire au / gojo, mentions of blōod, touch starved gojo, spıt, cowgirl, praise, premature ejaculatıon, biting, mdni.

you were one of his many weaknesses—disregarding the plethora of other vampire known things such as sunlight, garlic, or even stakes. you and your taste alone was enough to bring him to his knees. gojo’s entire body feels scorchingly hot the moment you cream down his cock. he’s still twitching from the inside, gentle honed claws piercing into your skin. “p- please,” he’d pant, pointed tips of his ears burning more and more tepid. a lukewarm breeze sets against his skin before he conceals his face into your neck. “m- my precious little . . human,” and you moan the moment his long, forked tongue licks a stripe near your neck. “i want more of you. please.”

there was a bit of a tremor in his voice - shaky. the more stripes he licked up your neck, the more he became addicted. the vampire’s cock was embed into you, feeling the sheer snug and warmth near the inside before his eyes roll back. with irregular breaths yanking from his lungs, he looks at you, a gentle nail scraping near your neck before he pouts. “can .. can i?”

he wants a taste,

as you’re taking your seat on his lap, it didn’t take you long to realize what he meant. gojo wanted to feed off of you. two broad hands of his grab onto your waist, pulling you close. body against body, skin against skin—your warmth was the only thing that made him pulse.

funnily enough, it’s known vampires don’t even have a pulsing heart, and yet you made him feel alive. it’s ironic.

his dick was still plugged into your gripping, gluey walls before you give him a sweet reply. “go ‘head toru, baby. get a taste.”

your voice,

it was such a treat to listen to, almost harmonic.

the way you spoke in such a pretty tune was enough to have him dump another load into you. and then another, then another.

the vampire lets off a needy moan at your answer, not hesitating to incise his chiseled, sharp fangs into the crook of your neck.

“mhm,” he whines, and you feel a bit of slippery saliva trickle its way near the edge of your neck. you were so tasty that it was enough to make him drool. as gojo licks it up, you hear a long sluuuurp and he’s making sure to savor your metallic taste. to him, you taste like candy.

and already,

he’s addicted. his tongue whisks itself against the growing bite marks and he whines again. pretty frosted lashes of his flutter as he’s relishing in your flavor. needless to say, you were simply drool worthy. “my s- sweet girl, hah, taste even better than i imagined.”

you stay still, remaining to sit on his lap. the base of his cock squishes down a bit the more your ass grinds against the weight. he groans, and the body heat that’s sticking against the two of you grows more heated. as he’s feeding, you can hear a little growl escape from his lips once you playfully try to move away. “mine, s- stay,” he grumbles, making sure to not suck away too much blood. the vampire was well aware of the precautions and didn’t wanna leave you too weak or lightheaded, regardless of how sweet you tasted. “hngh, ‘s good. ‘m gonna c- cum i think.”

“s- satoruuu,” you breathe, taking a moment to swallow and the only thing you ended of gulping down was your sweet, sweet pity.

you felt your cunt start to spasm sporadically, one hand gently wrapping around his throat as he’s collecting more of a taste. “thaaaat’s it, ‘s good. good boy, suck harder baby.”

a snowy wisp of a strand runs down his forehead before he pouts — pointed ears twitching at your praise.

good boy . .

a whine rips from his throat again, and already he can feel himself starting to thrust against you. sloppy thrusts but you still felt every inch rut its way into you. he was so eager, so feral. he couldn’t help it, if you kept teasing him this much he was going to stuff you full.

again, and again, and again.

“oh, you like when i call you that?” you peer up at the vampire, watching as he momentarily breaks away his lips from your neck. a cute fang of his pokes out underneath his bottom lip and there’s metaphoric heart eyes shimmering in his blown irises.

“y- yes,” he nods, a slight crack in his tone as you’re still happily straddling him. gojo’s face flushes deeply and a sharp gasp shortly follows. “ngh, say it again, please.”

leaning in to kiss the tip of his nose, his eyes ultimately widen into the size of saucers. “good boy, ‘toru.”

“f- fuck, woman,” he snarls under his breath, your touch alone able enough to harm him more than pungent garlic ever could.

gojo can’t help but crane your neck slightly to the right again with one hand. he moves it back to it’s original position before sinking his fangs into your neck again. once more, he feels the prodigious tang of saltiness coat against his forbidden buds that run against his tongue. you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure before feeling him starting to sniff you.

as if your taste wasn’t enough - your scent was just brutal.

you giggle at bit at the sensation of him getting off to your naturally sweet aroma. his dick was growing more aroused. its twitching multiplies and you feel every movement from the inside of your stingy walls. gojo’s whining gets louder, and before he knew it, the crown of his cock starts to vigorously thrash and thrash against your cunt. your walls were being greedy, you were barely even moving and yet, your gummy walls continue to hug him tight, never letting go.

because in the end, you didn’t wanna let go,

not now, not ever.

“c- cum, ‘m gonna cum,” he huffs, soft warm lips ghosting against the new bite marks that tattoo against your skin. he stares at his gift to you with the most lewd expression, eyes half lidded and all. feeling himself get more sheepish as each second passed, he whimpers. “i- oh, really gonna make me—”

and it’s a long pause.

it’s almost too long, radio silence and yet it was deadly. right before you could utter out a word, you feel a spurt of hotness ooze its way into your pussy. it’s slow and it’s slimy, coming out in thin velvety ropes. so much to where you feel it shoot into the very depths of your womb. gojo’s a mess, his whimpers reaching higher pitched volumes before he buries his face into your neck again.

shame overtook him—sharp nails of his gently graze against your hips as he’s holding you close, a milky ring around his base shortly painting around his fat base.

whenever he came, it was a lot. piles and piles of it, you weren’t even moving a muscle and you had him this weak. the finish came to him like a truck at full force, it was a constant ringing in his ears.

your hips buck and he grows quiet— his favorite part, listening to the final finishes. ripples of rapture overtake his body as he’s pouring his all into you, and he takes a moment to suck against your neck once more. your cunt squelched and his seed made sounds similar of its own. you mewl out a sweet sob, feeling his tongue flick against the few remnants of blood that were left near your neck before he sighs deeply.

not only was he pussy drunk but he was perhaps he was in love.

“i- i—” he murmurs, still having his face buried deep into your collarbone. gojo didn’t want you to move, he wanted you to stay. “more.”

“more what, ‘toru?” you whisper, still feeling him dump such a heavy amount of cum into you as if it was nothing. it was sticky, gluing against the entrance of your pussy as if it was some kind of adhesive. it was a mess— you were filled, a few strings of cum gluing against your opening, you feel the warmth coat against the outside and the inside. you gingerly pull his head up to look at you and the vampire leans into your gentle, familiar touch. “mm?”

“more of you,” he grumbles, and you let off a gasp once he makes you lie back, spreading your legs.

the vampire strums a soft padded thumb against your pulsating clit that had wads of cum spilling out in nice clumps before he leans down. gojo groans, lapping his own flavor up with his tongue before flickering his pretty cerulean eyes back up at you. giving your pussy a kiss, crooked sly smile forming on his reddened glossed lips. “not done, wanna bite her next.”

and you gulp, chest heaving in and out— you leer down at gojo and realize he was staring straight at your sopping wet cunt.

[danyayeni2]

i can't stop thinking about maybe john wick with a vampire darling Like what if his darling is growing more feral, and stronger, and they manage to pin John to the ground, drooling and growling at him. John knows what they want, he can practically smell the bloodlust radiating off of them- he had to, anyways. In his world, either vampires killed him, or the Director punished him severely. And John, with blood bags on standby, was putting their darling under their arm, and carrying them (So they wouldn't try and so they'd feel security while their brain is going haywire) to get a blood bag, but his darling shook their head, and managed to quickly get out of his grasp, and pin him against something. John felt pink dust his cheek, as his darling gave him a hug. "I want your blood, John. Please." And John simply smiles, holds his darling, picks them up, and sets them down on his lap, as they sat on a sofa. He slowly unbuttoned his collared shirt and revealed his warm, tantalizing neck. and then his darling bit him the end :3

[twst-drabbles]

Malleus 10

Summary: Silver’s little Malleus was deep asleep on your lap, his head on your hand, his tongue sticking out. You couldn’t help but pull it to see how long it was.

Malleus’s visits have been getting so frequent that you’re honestly starting to suspect he sleeps here than he does at his house. This is not a complaint on your part, no, but the fact of the matter is that he doesn’t belong to you. Silver hasn’t said a thing, nor was there anything in his body language or words to imply that he’s concerned for this behavior.

Nope, in fact, Silver said, “If he wants to sleep here with you, then I don’t mind. He’s clearly very happy and comfortable here. I don’t want to force him by my side.”

Honestly, Silver trusts you too much with Malleus, but you won’t chastise him for it. Silver’s your close friend and that trust is endearing, even if it is a little hard to take. The weight of it all was… just difficult to get used to. Silver’s affection is always open and without conditions and it makes it hard for your body to relax. It’s not a bad thing, just odd for you.

Malleus was always very sweet with you. Not quite a cuddle-bug like the likes of Jack or Vil, but he always has to be on some part of your body. Just like right now, Malleus getting into your baggy sleeves, head resting on the back of your hand.

But you’ve seen his moments without him being aware of your presence. You’ve seen the observant sharpness that comes with fae born in the wild. An almost cautionary hostility that points itself to anything too foreign to him. His small size and shape had many strangers coo at him, however, despite that, they were always at a distance. They don’t dare to get closer, in the same way one doesn’t thoughtlessly approaches a feral cat with one’s open hand.

Malleus never says anything, he simply stares without blinking as they leave. He doesn’t growl or hiss. He doesn’t have to. His eyes were always enough to scare off any that think he’s docile.

Such confidence in being left by his lonesome also proved to be his downfall. He never expected, nor knew what to do when you actually grabbed him like sack of potatoes to get him away from the stray cat with the fire ears. He was simply frozen in place. Never thought to fight, bite, scratch or even breathe fire.

And to think he would be slipping into deep sleep on your hand. His tail twitched about, his jaw moving as he was probably dreaming of eating something. It wasn’t long before his tongue slipped out and laid on your skin.

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to grab it. Of course, you were careful about it. He was very small with an even smaller tongue, but you just had to see how long it was. You lightly pinched the tip and slowly dragged Malleus’s tongue out. It got longer, and longer, right over the first knuckle on your pinky finger before you felt some resistance. You stopped and dropped it, but Malleus’s was so deep sleep that it just laid there.

Oh, and now he’s starting to drool. When he sucked on his own tongue, you chuckled. You would take a picture, but honestly, you don’t want to move and risk waking him up. Perhaps another day.

[leviathism]

gender neutral reader

“Goodnight!” You shouted down the hallway before you shut your door, unable to not smile after you heard the muffled replies of the brothers shouting back to you.

Climbing into bed had never been a difficult task and today it was no different. With you safe under your covers and your phone to distract you, you were perfectly content.

But, then, of course,  Mammon came marching in as he had always done since your first week here. However, you had grown so used to this that it no longer disrupted the peace anymore.

So, you ignored him and simply lifted up the covers for him to slide into.

After a few minutes of DevilTok, you threw your phone onto your nightstand and covered yourself up with your blanket. You were finally ready to sleep.

Mammon curled closer, his face hidden in the blanket over your stomach. You smoothed his hair down, smiling at how he only pressed closer at the touch.

Your door creaked open. You raised your head but you were unable to tell who it was. They settled on the side opposite of where Mammon had gotten in and rubbed your shoulder gently instead of saying anything.

The lamp turned on. It was Satan. You rolled onto your stomach, trying to shield your eyes from the light. Mammon grumbled, annoyed that he could no longer hide his face in your body comfortably.

Your door once again creaked open. You groaned.

Another weight to the bed. Someone had decided to lay on your back. Four people in your bed was too unusual. You peeked an eye open.

Mammon was baring his teeth like a feral animal at whoever was on top of you. You would bet a thousand Grimm that it was Belphie.

You looked to your right. Satan wasn’t even reading his book and was instead looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. You knew what was happening. Your demons had once again came to the conclusion that you were human with a human lifespan.

You decided to just let them angst this one out.

The door opened and this time, two pairs of footsteps wondered to your bed. “Sorry, hun,” Asmo whispered as he crawled over you and Mammon. “Wanted to see you.”

“Uh huh…” Levi took his spot on the outside of your legs, your left calf acting as a cushion for his head. You prayed that you wouldn’t accidentally kick him in your sleep.

Then you heard the crunching of chips and a crinkle of a bag. You hadn’t even noticed him walk in.

You moaned into your pillow, exhausted beyond belief. “Beel, please stop eating. I know it sucks to be told that, but go outside if you’re going to crunch.”

There was an incoherent reply and then silence. The edge of the mattress dipped down. Satan turned his lamp off.

You worked on ignoring all of them, closing your eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Asmo dragged his manicured nails up and down your arm and it pulled you into a sleepy haze. You hummed out your appreciation and Asmo giggled tiredly in response.

You felt yourself rocking in and out of sleep, even drooling with how at peace you were. Maybe it wasn’t so bad having six demons in bed with you. Maybe it was worth it for this amount of comfort.

And then your door slammed open.

“Get out of their room, now.” A deadly aura made you choke on air, shivering violently. Lucifer was in his demon form and livid.

Belphie jolted awake on your back, making you gasp in pain as his elbows and knees dug into you. Mammon reacted, scrambling to pull you out from under him.

“Mammon,” Belphie growled, easing his weight back down onto you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“What do ya think YOU’RE doing?!” Mammon huffed, irritated. “You’re hurtin’ ‘em!”

“They’re fine. They can handle it.” He patted you on the head. How were they ignoring Lucifer? You shifted warily under his weight, unable to see anything happening.

Lucifer started stomping over. You shrunk under Belphie, trying to hide.

“Who do you two think you are, ignoring me?” Lucifer loomed over you three, Levi rolling away to avoid confrontation. “You will all go to your own rooms immediately. The rest of you as well.”

“Lucifer!” Asmodeus whined, leaning into a dozing Beelzebub’s side. “Why can’t we stay? What’s the harm?”

“They were just about to sleep but someone decided to wake them back up,” Satan glowered up at Lucifer. “I think you should be the one to leave.”

“Oh my god, Lucifer just let them stay.” You took matters into your own hands, rubbing at your face tiredly. You wanted no more arguing tonight. “Thanks, but if I didn’t want them here I would’ve gotten rid of them long ago myself. Stay or leave, I don’t care just please turn off the lights.”

He walked away and flipped the switch, darkness fortunately covering the entire room once again. You relaxed and felt Belphie nuzzle into the nape of your neck.

You heard a chair being dragged on your wooden floor and then Lucifer sitting down. You rolled your eyes. Of course he would choose to stay but not be in the bed.

Now, with everything and everyone finally settled in for the night, you got to thinking.

How could all of them be upset over the same thing at once? You think quietly as you can in your bed filled with eight people and come to a damning conclusion. One that makes your stomach twist painfully.

“You had a family movie night without me, didn’t you? And it had someone dying long before someone else, didn’t it?” The sound of breathing stops, seven pairs of eyes stare at you, all conveying different degrees of guilt. “What the hell?”

[bokutoslittlebird]

Nice and Clean

Sakusa Kiyoomi x sister!reader

Warnings: incest, f. and m. oral receiving, implied cum eating, “cunny check”, college AU, this might be a little gross sorry, cockwarming, praise

Coming home from classes and into the warm arms of your brother is always one of the best parts of your day. He’ll make you take a shower after a day of running around campus in late Spring, sweat showing on your t-shirt. It makes you self conscious, knowing he could probably smell the sweat on your body even though you just went from class to class. He always smelled nice, even after volleyball practice, but you were never so blessed with that ability.

“Welcome back. Long day?” He asks, kissing the top of your head. You nod, sighing as you inhale his scent. It may just be cleaning products to others, but he smells comforting. “Were you good?”

“Of course, nii-chan! I’d never go against the rules,” you giggle, feeling his hand ghost up your back. As soon as it reaches your mid back, he pulls away and gestures his head to the side. Towards the bedroom. It’s time.

“Gotta make sure you’re still nice and clean for me, okay?” He murmurs against your skin. You never tell him no, understanding his concern for you extended to making sure you were scratched up after falling all the way to his special cunny checks.

You just wish he’d let you shower first.

The way Kiyoomi eagerly presses his lips to your sticky skin, going down your stomach to your shorts, has shivers running up your spine. He’s almost too good at this part, you think, as he uses his teeth to take them off, snapping the band against your skin with a smile on his face. Once on your thighs, he uses his hands to guide them the rest of the way, taking your panties off with them. Glistening with your arousal of him simply touching you, he can finally see your sweet, sweet cunt. Completely untouched since he parted from you this morning.

He’ll never admit it, but Kiyoomi loves the way you smell when you get home. You always think you smell bad, but you smell normal to him. After sweating all day and probably imagining the way his tongue flicked against your clit, he loves burying his face in between your legs. The way you wiggled and squirmed as he barely breathes on your pussy, soft whines as you wait in anticipation and anxiety for him to complete his little procedure. He enjoys this the most.

With his nose nudging against your skin, you feel your face get hot as he just blows air on your folds, spreading them apart with his fingers. Shimmering strands connect them, telling him you were probably thinking about him on the way back to the apartment. It brings a smile to his face, the fact you always are eager for him as he is for you. Pressing his lips into your cunt, he lets his tongue flick against the sensitive skin, feeling you jump under him. Strong hands dig into the flesh of your thighs, ready to keep you down as he dives in.

As his lips wrap around your little clit, moaning as he lets his tongue wander around your clenching hole, you find yourself easily approaching the first orgasm of the night. It’s the way he can feel your legs tense under his palm, the way your hands move from his locks to the bedsheets, the breathless moans that has him sucking harshly and moving his tongue up and down, nose rubbing against skin. He’s helping you hurl towards your orgasm, the pleasure filling you in a moment as your back arches and Kiyoomi feels your essence coat his face. Slurping up any excess, he hums in approval as he removes himself from you.

“As expected. My sweet sister still tastes as sweet as she did this morning. C’mon baby, time for a bath,” he coos, moving to pick you up bridal style. Instinctively, you curl against his chest.

In the bath, Kiyoomi spends a good amount of time washing your body. He always does, letting soapy hands wander over your curves and your chest, occasionally tweaking your nipples when you least expect it. If his hands wander down too far, you always pay him back by squeezing down on his cock. Hearing him groan always has you clenching some more, but it keeps him from getting too handsy with you. Once he’s lathered you up and has covered every inch of your skin, he makes sure you do the same to him. Facing his broad chest, you make sure to give him some sweet kisses as your fingers run over his skin, rubbing out any tense muscles you find. It’s one of your favorite parts of the day, just hearing him sigh and groan in satisfaction as you tend to his tense shoulders.

Once you’re both completely clean, rinsed and dried, that’s when the real fun begins. As a treat for helping him clean up, you get to pleasure him before feeling his cock inside you once more. The left over tingling feeling of him being inside you has you eagerly clambering to your knees, begging to suck on his cock. A soft chuckle fills your ears as Kiyoomi unties the towel from his waist, his cock already hard as it usually is for you.

You remember the way he likes you to do it. Despite his outward disgust for most things, he absolutely loves when you get him all messy with your mouth. A glob of spit on his tip, watching it drop down his shaft only for you to catch it with your tongue, licking back up to the tip as you make eye contact. With lidded eyes, he keeps them locked on yours, his large hand patting your head as he silently encourages you to continue. Suckling on his tip, you finally put half of him in your mouth, tongue swirling around the bit inside as drool covers the rest of him. Your hands pump the excess of him, coated in your own saliva as you pop off of him, licking up his shaft once more as you swirl around the tip. Putting him in your mouth, you go all the way down as you try to not gag around him, bobbing your head as your throat constricts around his girth.

It only takes a few bobs of your head to have Kiyoomi moaning, fingers digging into your scalp as he explodes in your mouth. Sticky cum oozes down your throat as you guzzle every drop from him, licking the length of his cock while he comes down from his high. Loudly licking your lips, you giggle at his flushed face. “You look so perverted nii-chan. You like your little sister sucking on your cock that much?”

“I love everything my sweet little sister does,” he huffs, catching his breath. You crawl up onto his lap, your freshly cleaned cunt rubbing against his soft cock, dripping with want. He presses a firm kiss against your lips, rougher than his previous kisses as he digs his fingers into your ass, massaging the flesh. “Lay down on the bed,”

You obey his order, your head firmly against the pillows as he crawls between your legs. With his cock hard again, he rubs it on your folds, lathering it in your juices. It’s only for a few seconds, though, as he’s soon lining himself up and pushing into your tiny cunt. He’s so big that he always has to make sure you’re comfortable before he continues much farther, sweet murmurs of how good you feel around him while you adjust. Tears bead on your eyelashes as he gently rocks into you, spreading your gummy walls as he fills you up completely.

“You look so pretty under me like this. Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Your nii-san’s got you, it’s okay,” he coos, fingers rubbing soothing circles in your hips as he finally gets himself all the way into you. It’s always a struggle getting in there, he hates seeing you cry because of him. But the reward in the end is having your legs on his shoulders as he pounds you into the mattress.

“Big! Omi— ‘s too much!” You scream, nails digging into the flesh of his neck as he drills himself into your cunt. Loud and wet squelches echo around the room as he consistently pumps his cock into you, keeping you bent as your legs dangle over his shoulders and his arms cage you in the position. His grunts are easily overpowered by your pleas and screams, your juices being louder as his balls slam down against your ass. It’s an overwhelming sensation, feeling his cock fill you out so well and his feral attempt to fuck you senseless, that you find yourself coming undone on his cock once more.

With a loud grunt, Kiyoomi moves his mouth to your neck, teeth latching on as you yelp, nails moving down to his biceps as your teeth grit together. You’re quickly hurling towards another orgasm, Kiyoomi picking up his pace as he comes closer to his own release. When his teeth dig in a little harshly do you clamp down around him, mewling as your back arches. It’s all he needed to push over the edge, an almost growl from his throat as he pushes into you once more time, removing his head from your neck to watch you cum.

It’s a beautiful sight, the way your eyes roll back and your tongue lolls out, tears streaming down your face from pleasure as your walls gush around him. It has him spilling his load into your awaiting walls, filling you up even more as he ruts into your sensitive cunt. He loves seeing you completely full of him, it warms his heart when he knows you’ll do everything in your power to keep his cum inside you until the next morning, when he wakes you up with his tongue prodding your cunt to see if he can taste himself in you. Nothing can ever compare to how much he loves you.

Author’s Note: cunt/cunny checks are very cliche for incest fics I know but if it isn’t broken don’t try to fix it aka I like it

[tamlinsbedroom]

Calanmai

Tamlin x reader smut

warning(s): breeding kink, risky sex, dom!tamlin sub!reader, tamlin being absolutely feral, degrading

It was Calanmai. The festival where all the High Lords gathered for the rutting magic of spring. My High Lord, Tamlin, would soon be finding a maiden to mate with for the sake of this years crops. I was simply part of his staff, but it would be a lie to say that I hadn’t been aching for him since I started my work at his manor. I would even go as far to say that I developed a crush on the male, his predatory personality and muscular body made me week at the knees.

But on Calanmai, I stayed in the house. I couldn’t bare to watch Tamlin choose a maiden right in front of me, knowing that she would get to him between her legs, him kissing her lips, him releasing his magic inside of her. So I cooked, swept, and washed my lord’s clothes as the ceremony began.

I was in the middle of sweeping when I heard footsteps. Not just any old footsteps, but the ones i’d grown accustomed to belonging to my master. And so there he stood, in the doorway of his bedroom. My sweeping took a halt as I met his hungry haze.

“It wasn’t hard to find you, Y/N. In fact, it was quite easy. I knew you would be here, wishing in the back of your mind that I would come breed you like the whore I know you can be.” He spoke deeply, and he chuckled sinisterly as I looked up at him in shock at his words.

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t act so surprised. Don’t think that I don’t hear you at night in your bedroom, desperate for release while you moan my name.” He was now pressing me against the wall, his muscular arms on either side of my face. The lord was a good bit taller than me, as he stood well over six feet tall. I felt like his prey as he breathed in my scent.

“You’re fucking intoxicating.” He groaned, licking my neck languidly before biting harshly, making me yelp more in surprise than pain. His tongue once again licked, soothing his feral bite.

“M-master—“

“Begging now, are we? Go on. Beg me then.”

“P-please sir…”

“What do you need? Hmm?” He teased, the tent in his pants getting obviously painful.

“I need you. I need you to fuck me—please.” That was all it took evidently, as the faery lifted me up and pressed into my crotch.

His length was indeed large, as I suspected. It felt so right, pressing right against my clit as he began to grind on me.

“Fuck Y/N…” He moaned, his breath against my neck drawing me further into him.

“I’m going to fill you up to the brim with my seed.”

That was all he said before throwing me on the bed, stripping me bare of clothing. He grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs oh so far apart as his mouth immediately connected to my core.

He ate me out like a starved animal, slurping and fucking me with his long tongue. He wasted no time of putting two thick, long fingers inside of me, finding my g-spot with ease. His tongue flicked at my little bundle of nerves as my panting grew louder.

“Cum, that’s right, cum.” My pants became soft screams as I climaxed on my lords fingers, his tongue sloppily licking my mess.

His trousers came off, revealing a very, very pretty cock. 8 inches, veins along the shaft, round heavy balls, and a perfect angry pink tip, oozing his waiting arousal. I could have sworn I drooled as he spread my thighs once more, positing himself between my legs.

“Yeah, I’m fucking you.” He shoved two fingers down my throat before pushing the bulbous tip of his manhood inside of me.

I screamed around his fingers as he shushed me, rubbing my clit to ease the pain. But once I locked eyes with him, he went full throttle.

Tamlin slammed inside of me, balls slapping my ass over and over again as he milked me dry. His growls and groans were music to my ears as I fell into a state of existence beyond one I’ve ever been in.

“You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good.” He thrusted upon each word, making me squeeze like a vice around his heavy length. He reached down to pop one of my nipples in his mouth, biting and sucking, alternating to the other.

“I’m going to cum deep inside you’re whorish cunt. Going to paint your insides with my seed. Are you ready whore? Hmm? You better be ready.” He went at an all time fast pace now, pounding me so hard that his headboard began to hit the wall with a loud banging sound. His grip on my thighs would surely leave bruises. I began crying, literally crying from the intense amount of pleasure as he rubbed my clit to orgasm, triggering his own.

It was the most pleasurable thing I had ever felt—Tamlin exploding inside me. His cum kept coming, his balls clenching against my back side as he pumped me full. Once he pulled out, his hot liquid came with him. He took immediate notice and was quick to push his half/hard length back into me, plugging me up.

He simply turned me on my side, doing the same as he pressed up against me from behind. Meanwhile, his cock was still inside me, keeping me stretched around him.

“Are you alright?” He asked sympathetically, running his fingers up and down my arm as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

“Y-yeah.” I mumbled, still coming down from my high.

I wondered what it would be like to wake up naked next to him as I drifted off to sleep. I was sure that the magic we produced would mean a bountiful crop season.

[infinitesuckuyome]

Puppyboy Tobi

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact:

ᴥ Tobi is such a cute and loyal puppy, always so hyper & affectionate

ᴥ He’s constantly on you and hates to be apart for too long- it’s really hard on him when you have separate mission assignments since he can hardly think of anything other than getting back to you as quickly as possible 

ᴥ Needs to hear your pretty soothing words, craves your delicious scent- the memory alone has him drooling & whining into his pillow 

ᴥ Loves to wrap himself around you to lave heavy stripes up your neck, nose pressed to your pulse point 

ᴥ Can’t hold back happy moans when you run your fingers through his hair while he lays in your lap or nuzzles against your chest, it makes him feel so safe & cared for

ᴥ Praise isn’t something that Tobi will specifically ask for but it’s something he deeply craves, he’s never had much positive reinforcement so it just blows his mind when you tell him how well he’s doing or when you call him your good boy

ᴥ  He’ll blush so pretty & doesn’t know what to do with himself because on one hand your words are bringing him so much comfort that he wasn’t aware he desperately desired- and on the other hand all your praise/encouragement is getting him so worked up that he’s starting to feel a little feral 

ᴥ Body Worship King [both giving & receiving, he needs both] It’s important for him to feel that you like his appearance and genuinely find him attractive- becomes putty in your hands when you tell him how cute / adorable / sexy he is 

ᴥTobi is insecure about a lot, so your words of affirmation mean the world to him, especially if/when he decides to take his mask off infront of you for the first time

ᴥHe needs reassurance that you’ll accept his scars / past and won’t change your mind about wanting to be with him- he’ll be beyond happy since all he’s ever wanted is to be loved & accepted 

ᴥ When you first started to be intimate, Tobi was so nervous and embarrassed to tell you that he was virtually inexperienced- he was very grateful with how sweet & patient you were with him while he fumbled and figured out how to make you feel good too 

ᴥ He’s so lovestruck especially when he draws out those beautiful noises you make when he’s buried between your thighs or when he’s rutting into you

ᴥ Total Service Top, he gets off on getting you off- has cum from eating you out on more than one occasion 

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Petplay, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex

It had been a little more than three weeks since you had been sent out on a solo mission and Tobi was losing his mind. He kept telling himself to be patient & that you’d be home before he knew it, but at this point, he wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. With each passing day, the hours seemed to go by slower than the one before, while his need for you grew by the second. This was the longest you’d been apart since the two of you had gotten together- the separation anxiety was suffocating, he misses you so much and fuck did he need your touch.

He flopped down onto the bed, groaning into a pillow when memories of your lovely face and beautiful body came flooding into his mind. Tobi tried to think about anything else but found that despite his best efforts, every train of thought just brought him back to you. He felt painfully hard & with a pitiful whine, he glanced down at the large damp spot that had formed over the straining erection in his pants. 

“Y/N-Chan will be home soon” he muttered to himself, gnawing at his lower lip. Though he knew those words were true, they did nothing to curb his need, especially since every passing thought of you had his ball clenching.

Giving into his base needs, he walked over to your dresser to fish out a pretty pair of your lace panties. He gripped the fabric tightly, letting out a shaky breath as he recalled the numerous times he’d taken them off of you and how delicious it looked when they were sticky & soaked with your arousal.

With a deeply flushed face, he went back to sit himself on the bed- hastily pulling down the waistband of his pants as he wrapped the fabric over his leaking head. Tobi hissed when he felt the delicate fabric rub against his skin but it just wasn’t the same- not nearly as soft as he’d hoped and nowhere near as warm. He winced, every sensation suddenly feeling too rough & it made him miss you that much more. In a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between his legs, Tobi closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he pumped himself furiously. 

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After an absurdly long walk, you’d finally made it back to the Akatsuki hideout, breathing a sigh of relief when you were inside the main entrance. It seemed unusually quiet, you figured that most of the other members were off on missions of their own, but you were surprised Tobi hadn’t greeted you at the door like he normally did. You pouted, but shrugged it off, thinking he may have taken on an extra mission or was simply busy antagonizing one of the other members- either way you were just glad to finally be able to relax and unwind. After hanging up your cloak, you made your way to your room, eager to spend some time in your own bed.

A quiet gasp left your lips when you opened the door to your bedroom, eyebrows shooting up at the sight before you. Tobi’s eyes were squeezed shut while he roughly fucked his fist against your favorite pair of panties- grunts and whines of your name tumbling out of his mouth. You bit your lip at how adorable yet how lewd he looked, vigorously rutting into the now tattered fabric, With a slight shake of your head, you called out to him “Tobi, I’m home!”

“Y-Y/N-Chan!” Tobi yelped, covering himself with a nearby pillow. His eyes were wide, eyebrows furrowed - he was torn between wanting to run to you and trying to hide the evidence of what he’d just been doing. He had the decency to be embarrassed by how needy he was, hanging his head as a deep blush crept its way up his neck. 

Your expression softened, knowing you shouldn’t be too hard on him- you knew how he got when you were away for too long. “Why are you hiding, puppy? Did you do something bad?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow as you made your way over to him. 

Tobi whined, not wanting to look you in the eye. He clutched the pillow to himself tightly as a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over him. 

“Give me the pillow, puppy” You sighed, feeling his grip loosen. You gently took the pillow from him, pursing your lips as you removed the shredded lace from his reddened cockhead. “I really liked those...” you tutted, flinging the material towards the waste bin. 

Tobi glanced at you hesitantly, searching your features for any sign of disappointment or anger- when he found none, he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Sorry” he mumbled, shifting slightly to adjust his insistent erection.

“Awe, it’s okay, you’re still my good boy” you cooed, affectionately carding your fingers through his hair. “Such a big boy too!” you giggled, eyeing the heavy way his dick twitched between his legs. 

Tobi perked up at your words, relieved you weren’t upset with him. “Tobi missed Y/N-Chan so much!” he said nearly bouncing in his seat. 

Any fatigue you’d felt from your trip melted away when you saw the twinkle in his dark, eager eyes. “I missed you too” you husked, sinking down to your knees. “What a pretty cock, can I play with it?” 

He nodded frantically, digging his nails into the bedsheets. “Yes, yes! Tobi wants to play!” His heart thumped loudly in his chest, excitement and lust nearly making him tremble when he felt your warm breath just inches away. 

“Mhm” you mused, taking his shaft in hand, licking a long slow stripe from the base to his head. You looked up at Tobi as you swirled your tongue around his reddened tip. 

He let out a choked out groan, nearly falling backwards at the inviting warmth of your mouth, barely catching himself on his elbows- propping up just in time to see your head begin to bob. His eyes rolled back at the way you worked his dick, moaning loudly when you hallowed your cheeks. 

Your fingers grabbed at his thighs, eyes fluttering closed as you set a rhythmic pace- taking in as much of his length as you could. 

Tobi panted as he watched you, feeling delirious with pleasure that was steadily bubbling up within him. “S-soo good!” he keened, instinctively bucking his hips.

You hummed in response, happy to see your puppy getting the attention he needed. You sank down on him until your nose grazed the soft hair at the base of his cock, feeling the stretch of your lips accompanied by the slapping of his fat balls against your chin. 

Taking one hand off his thigh, you moved it to cradle and massage his neglected balls, noting how heavy they felt in your palm. “Ngh- Y/N-Chan!” he howled, tossing his head back. “Cu-cumming now!”

Tobi came almost violently- weeks of being pent up all channeled into the thick, hot ropes currently swelling your mouth. You’re mildly shocked by just how much there was, swallowing around him as best you could, yet still unable to stop the steady stream that was seeping past your lips. You coughed a few times after finally pulling off his softening cock, strings of saliva still connecting you to him.

“Tobi’s Turn!” he panted, grabbing at your forearms to haul you onto the bed. 

“Ah!” you squealed, suddenly laying on your back with Tobi hovering over you.

“Y/N-Chan is home, never letting you go!” he whined, kissing and lapping at anything he could get his mouth on. “Gone for too long..” he pouted, pushing your shirt up to bury his face between your warm breasts. 

“I’m sorry puppy, I'll talk to Pain so it doesn’t happen again.” you assured him.

He tensed up, growling at the mention of another male’s name, “No Pain, only Tobi!” 

You smiled, almost forgetting how territorial your puppy was. “Only Tobi.” you cooed, cupping his cheek.

He nodded in approval, nuzzling your palm as he tugged down your bottoms. He settled between your thighs, drooling at the sight of your drenched panties. Pressing his nose up against the growing wet spot, he flicked his tongue over it as he breathed in your scent. “Off!” he grunted, not wanting to destroy another pair of your underwear. 

You lifted your hips, allowing him to drag them down your legs- casting them aside, along with your discarded shorts. He ran his tongue through your folds, moaning at your taste, feeling the blood rush straight to his crotch. He pulled back for a second, wanting to spread you open with his fingers. “Pretty!” he cried, eagerly diving in to lave over your clit.

He dug his tongue into your bundle of nerves, kneading at the plush skin of your thighs as he dragged your hips up and off the bed- nudging his chin forward to drive his tongue in as deep as it would go. Tobi savored every minute of it, shutting his eyes to immerse himself in your heat, nuzzling his nose against your swollen clit. He continued his relentless lapping, holding you flush against him- brain so focused yet hazy at the same time. 

You tugged at his hair, feeling so dazed, you weren’t sure you could form words, settling instead for writhing & sloppily rocking your hips. 

Tobi’s eyes snapped open, cock jolting at the way you were responding. Pride bloomed in his chest when he felt your legs begin to shake, high-pitched moans of his name freely falling past your lips. “Cum for Tobi!” he groaned, doubling down- watching every twist and writhe, taking in every sweet cry you gave him. 

“Puppy!” you wailed, thrashing against him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you. 

Tobi humped the mattress, slurping lewdly while you shook and cried in his grasp. You tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge- opting to suckle at your pussy lips before sealing his mouth over your poor swollen clit. Your taste was driving him insane, he didn’t stop even when you sobbed and whimpered out a “too much!”. He just kept sucking and rolling his heavy tongue over you, reveling in the way your body twitched and spasmed. 

“Not enough, need more!” Tobi grunted, taking one of your ankles in each hand to spread your legs apart. He thrust his leaky cock against your little bud, rocking back and forth to feel the pulse of it against his slit. He growled, the slickness of you making him feel near feral with need- he quickly lined himself up with your entrance, slamming into you until you cried out.

Tobi’s head spun as he sank into your tight heat, keening at the way your were sucking him in. His cock throbbed with arousal, loving the loud squelching of your pussy, knowing he was the one who’d made such a mess of you. 

You whined, lower lip trembling as you teetered on the edge of consciousness. Tobi’s crazed thrusting sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. “P-please” you stuttered, struggling to keep your eyes open as your puppy continued to plunge into your gummy walls. 

Everything felt so messy and hot, Tobi’s head tipped back when he felt you cream around his length. His sanity slipping a little more with every tremor and gush of your sweet pussy, making something snap inside of him. He frantically pumped into you, the harsh snap of his hips making you gasp and seize. “Hold on- hng- so close!” he said through clenched teeth. He dropped your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, curving his form over yours- driven by pure hunger and the instinct to fill you up with his cum & breed your pretty cunt. 

Your vision was blurring in and out, hips aimlessly rutting against him- feeling like a ragdoll in his grasp. Animalistic thrusts causing your body to jolt against the bed springs. “Good boy- ah- such a good boy!” you babbled. 

“Tobi is a good boy- Y/N-Chan’s good boy!” he pants, reaching between you to rub circles on your clit- determined to tip you over the edge one more time before reaching his own breaking point. With every thrust, a yell is dragged from you- body shaking uncontrollably as your vision goes white. 

“Fuck! Fuuuuck!” Tobi growls, feeling your pussy flutter and convulse around him- his lower half completely drenched with the fluids you had just sprayed all over him. He drives in and out of you with reckless abandon, swearing he’s beginning to see stars. He bites down on your shoulder, grumbling fucked out moans against your skin as thick spurts of his seed paint your insides white. 

You shiver when he finally pulls out, clutching at him weakly when he uses his fingers to push his cum back into your cunt. “’S full”. you whimpered, completely limp and exhausted. 

“Shh” Tobi cooed, kissing your sweaty forehead. “Sleep now, Y/N-Chan.” 

[mrpenguinpants]

[NSFW] Albedo: Dealing with a brat s/o HCs - GN Reader

Remember when I just said that I think all genshin men are bottoms? I lied because Albedo is the one character where I’m like, yeah you know what? This guy can wreck me. He just hits so different. That smug face he gives you? I’m on my knees already. Lucky, lucky. Holy shit, the - fuck - my brain is going back into bark mode. You know what? Fuck it. Let’s write this.

[Masterlist]

Please see this post on [NSFW]

I will try and write this as gn reader but let me know if I slipped up. 

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[taglist]  <- if you want to be added, please read this first.

I don’t know if people are comfy with NSFW tags but let me know if you would like to be added. This is my first NSFW post so I apologize in advance if it’s garbage. I’m going to go hide as soon as I post this. I’ll see you all tomorrow.

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Warning: Albedo is mean but it’s consensual. Please no minors tyvm.

Tags: Dry humping, uncaring Albedo that suddenly turns feral, exhibition, sadist Albedo, crying, minor name-calling, rough oral/sex, boot grinding, overstimulation, unprotected sex [lmk if I missed anything].

[NSFW] Albedo: Dealing with a brat s/o HCs - GN Reader

Albedo is indifferent to your desires, he has almost no care for pleasure, so he spends most of his time and energy on his work. While it saddens you that you’re his second priority during the weeks he get’s interested in something, that doesn’t deter you from your own lust. But it’s so embarrassing trying to rile him up, only to have him just gives you a blank stare and tells you to go and leave him alone. He’ll deal with you later. But if you bother him enough, he’ll sit you on his lap and look at you expectantly. Leaning back in his chair and gesturing for you to go on. If you’re too much of a horny puppy that craves his attention then go. You have his leg so be quiet and let him work.

He doesn’t even bother to lock the door so Sucrose will more often then not accidently walks in during your intimate moments. She’s always so embarrassed and stutters as she tries to cover her eyes with her hands as you attempt to have some modesty but Albedo will grind his knee back into you and force you to continue. You wanted this so finish. The rough texture of his boots scraps against you that you have to bite your lip raw from embarrassing you and Sucrose further. He appears so bored as he moves your hips for you as he asks for Sucrose’s report. You’re desperately trying to contain your whimpers to try and save your reputation with the quiet alchemist but the humiliation and the grip Albedo has on your hips, to the point of bruises, is too much for you. You bury your face into his neck to muffle your moans as you climax all over his leg and ruin his pants. While you’re still panting and recovering from your high, Albedo is reading his assistant’s report before dismissing Sucrose. Much to her happiness as she scurries away red-faced.

When he does feel like putting in the bare minimum amount of effort, it doesn’t matter to him if you cum or not. He’ll usually try and satisfy you since he’ll get annoyed if you start crying and begging like a baby. Even when you’re whining under him, he has the most unemotional face even if he’s absolutely wrecking you. He almost looks annoyed and his eyes start to wander to his papers and his focus shifts to them. It both hurts you deeply but makes you feel so hot inside when he’s pounding into you while his mind is in a separate universe of alchemist notes.

Above all, Albedo is mean. Hard and simple. He might have a big patience for his work but when it comes to people, especially a brat like you that won’t leave him alone, if you happen to fuck up he’ll take it out on you. Whether you cum or not isn’t his problem anymore and he’ll leave you crying once he’s done. He does get a small piece of sick pleasure out of seeing your tears fall down as you beg for him to help you but he adjusts his glove, give you a sweet pet to behave puppy, and leaves you.

While Albedo is mean, but he’s never intentionally rough. He’s simply too lazy to act that way. Unless you absolutely piss him off. When his thread is really running thin and you pick today of all days to be such a brat that won’t shut up with your incessant whining that he pushes you down on your knees, pry’s your mouth open, and tells you to stick your tongue out. Not to move an inch or else he’s leaving you by yourself again for the next week. He pets your head and smiles gently which leads you into a sweet sense of comfort before he’s yanking your head forward to take his entire cock. Even when you’re gagging and crying, clawing at his boots to try and find purchase, he just forces you down further.

There’s something feral in the look he gives you that has you shaken but it absolutely burns you from the inside. You try to subtly reach to try and relieve the constricting feeling of your clothes but Albedo kicks your hand away. There’s a smug grin on his face as he stares down at your disappointed yet love-stricken eyes. Full of affection that it both disgusts him and brings him some sort of sick joy. He nudges your thighs apart as he places his boot right between your legs and waits. If you want to get off then you’ll have to do all the work. You’re sniffling in shame but with the heavy press of his cock on your tongue, the heady eyes that Albedo gives you, it’s starting to cloud your mind as you start grinding on his boot.

It’s only after a few thrusts before Albedo grows bored and yanks your mouth off. Your tongue is still out with a string of saliva connecting it to his cock which makes you lean forward and like the remaining spit off, looking up at him with your half-lidded eyes, that he curses under his breath and kicks you in the chest to make you lie down. You huff out a laugh under his boot as you lick your lips and stick your tongue out at Albedo. You can see it as something primal in him surfaces as he reaches over and grabs your tongue, shoves his fingers into the back of your throat, before ripping your pants apart and slamming his fingers into your hole. You’re gasping as he does the bare minimum prep before he’s fiddling with his own belt. Albedo clicks his tongue disapprovingly when you try and buck your hips back on his fingers before he lines himself with your hole and thrust's all the way in.

You’re crying and squirming away when he forces himself in too quickly, the stretch is burning but it feels so good. The hazy feeling starts to overtake your mind as the pain turns into pleasure but it’s too much. You’re going to break if he keeps fucking you this way. Even as you try and run away, Albedo just grips your wrists and pulls you back on him. You were so invested in bothering him and now you want to run away? You’re gasping as tears cling to your eyelashes as you squeeze around him as your tongue lolls out. You really are panting like a puppy now, Albedo amuses. He gives you a small moment to get your bearings before he goes feral. It’s the one moment where he feels alive. That he want’s to absolutely destroy you. As he pounds your sweet spot your entire body is going into overdrive, desperately clawing your fingers into the ground as you try and find purchase on his brutal assault.

You’re pretty sure you’re drooling all over his floor at this point but you can’t bring yourself to care when you’re buzzing in bliss. Albedo almost smiles cruelly when he’s watching you cry and orgasm at the same time, even when you’re mid-orgasm, he just keeps going. It’s only when you hear him growl as he sinks his nails into your skin to add to the bruises already there do you feel his seed spill into you. You’re hiccupping through your thank you’s as he slowly pulls out and watches his cum slip out of your hole. It stirs something deep inside him that he doesn’t like and uses his fingers to push it back in forcefully even has you whimper at how sensitive you are.

Albedo laughs under his breath at the dumb look you have on but he quickly catches himself. He breaths a sigh as he relaxes his body and runs his hand over the small bump on your stomach from his cum. Feels the violent twitches in your body as you try and reach for him in some sort of pitiful attempt in comfort but he simply pushes himself off and fixes his clothing until he looks presentable.

When he asks if you’ve had enough you grin smugly back, your lips bitten raw and red, and bark. He adores you.

[yanderenightmare]

How would the yanderes react if their darling was the one to initiate intimacy/sex for the first time, and how do you think their darling would come to that point? (stockholm syndrome? being touch starved/deprived as punishment? etc.)

thirsty ! BNHA imagines

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: yandere, noncon/dubcon, abuse, profanity, anxiety, guilt, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, manipulation, mind control

BAKUGO KATSUKI - KACHAN

-ADDICTION

She was riding for dear life, chasing that light at the end of the tunnel.

Eyes tightly squeezed shut as she hopped up and down, sliding upon Bakugo’s impressive girth, moaning each time his tip poked into her cervix as she clapped down onto his lap again and again and again and again, harder and harder, deeper and deeper, hitting knew spots upon new spots, messaging uncharted territory, rearranging her organs, poking and prodding and fitting so snuggly and perfectly inside her she could all but start crying from the bliss of it all.

She was crying. Hot tears streaming down her cheeks, numb with how warm she was, feverish and febrile and growing madder with pleasure, drunk and drowning in euphoria.

“Fuck.” He stuttered out his gruff moan, barely holding onto her hips anymore.

He'd been inspired and insured that it would be fine to let her move on her own now, knowing he’d made it clear enough she wouldn’t be going anywhere without him being satisfied first, thinking she was showing so much enthusiasm simply to make him come quicker.

He hadn't yet sensed how desperately she was chasing the same release he was, especially since he’d already made sure she came twice before they even started. Once on fingers, once on his tongue. He wasn’t at all thinking she was preparing herself for a third time, especially not on his cock.

Having left her to do all the work for a while now, having been rendered completely blissed-out and awestruck with feeling her eager movements on top of him, he couldn’t really care much for how pathetic a mess he must have looked beneath her.

His eyes scrunched together to hold onto every sharp movement of her hips, lips pursed out and puckered with his grit-teeth, his cock standing proudly, pushing into her again and again at such a fast pace he was barely able to feel his climax coming dangerously close, too numb with pleasure to part it from his release, but as his balls were emptying inside her he shot up into a sitting position in favor of lying down, needing to hold her still so he could pump his load without it spilling, arms reaching around her to keep her pushed down and impaled on him.

She tried humping for more friction even in the tight secured lock, rocking into him, kept snug against his chest, trying so desperately to reach with his cock what was screaming inside her.

He made some indication he was done. His thick arms losing their grip around her torso, head resting on her shoulder as he panted, not yet understanding what hell or heaven he was in for, taken by surprise, by overwhelming panicked surprise.

“No!” She roared out her little whine. Her smaller hands protruding nails digging into his chest to push him back down on the bed, then continuing to ride despite feeling him tense beneath her. 

He tried moving again, fearing, panicking because of his overstimulated cock being continuously pleased almost enough for it to be painful. The hunger already quenched being kept fed, drowning the thirst, so much he felt as though something might burst.

Her hands moved to yank his hair, pulling him back to rest on the pillow, her other hand pushing, seizing around his throat, violating his Adam’s apple, forcing him to gasp as he choked both on the action itself but also at the sheer controversy of it all.

Her mouth hovering above his own as he groaned from the pain of having his hairs ripped from his scalp and his vocal cords abused, whereas she only moaned in return, too concerned with feeling every inch of her being on fire to care.

“Oh fuck, please, Katsuki, please, more.”

Something tight tugged in his pelvis at the same time awe blossomed in his chest at the sight of her and those pretty eyes looking at him with tears and that sweet crinkle of plead between her brows.

His name dripping from her tongue like honey as she continued going up and down the length of his oversensitive cock, slipping even easier in now when coated in his cum. Her thighs sticking to his in juices as her head dipped to lay against his chest while she continued slapping, jumping on his cock with an unrelenting, unsatisfied determination.

His cock throbbed inside her, nearly crying, screaming with something playfully akin to aching, a pressure building again even as he thought it impossible.

She was stabbing herself with his cock, squeezing and seizing and fluttering around the blade, driving him mad.

But as soon as he got over the feeling of bursting, could he pull himself back.

Grabbing her waist and hoisting her off him, she nearly sobbed at the loss of contact.

He pouted in mimic, condescendingly. “Is the little slut begging for more?”

He grinned maniacally as he mounted her, surprised to see and feel her desperately trying to get closer as he pushed her down into the sheets beneath him, lining himself up with her sopping greedy cute little cunt.

He only teased for about a moment more before impaling her on his length once again, pushing all the way into her in a mere swift second, dragging a real pornstar-beautiful moan from her, gleeful to see her squeal with pleasure as he began thrusting into her sharply, angled to hit that sweet blissful spot inside her.

“Be a good girl and cum for me again.” He growled and she swore she felt it like thunder in her stomach, like explosions, like lightning striking. “That’s what you want isn’t it?” The frenzy in his voice, once only terrifying, now made her toes curl and her head feel like cotton. “You want me to make you cum? You want to cum on my cock like a good slut? My slut? Come on, cum for me.”

She was being fucked completely silly.

Tongue falling from her mouth along with a string of wet moans and drool and his name. Her eyes swimming with tears as she tried focusing on his and the gut-churning look of feral dominant lust in the heat of them that had her pussy clenching around him, yet was barely able to hold his gaze as she was being fucked into a cross-eyed mess, feeling the pressure build and build and build and getting so close to bursting she was crying with how she was being kept from her climax by some unknown cruelty.

She just needed him to go harder, go faster.

She just needed more, she just needed him, needed him and his glorious cock to help her.

MIDORIYA IZUKU - DEKU

-APOLOGY

“I hate you!”

It slipped before she was able to stop it, before she could reconsider, before she could save herself.

She watched with terror-wide eyes locked on his, awaiting whatever awful murderous intent he chose fit for her punishment, and was at once trembling.

Knees growing weak, apologies falling broken on her tongue as her fear’s need to cry outweighed her wish for recovery, resulting in simply blubbering on her sobs. Small frail hands reached out in protection, in a timid means of making him give her a second to gather herself as she fell apart with the painful fear that clenched around her heart, making it hard to breath, making it hard to see, hard to stand, hard to think, hard to do anything except for gasp for air, air that seemed to not want to enter her lungs quick enough.

“Hey, hey… breathe.”

She hadn’t even realised she’d collapsed, nor that Izuku had come to catch her fall, rocking her back and forth in his arms, head resting in his palm. Her eyes wide and frantic as she looked up at him for help, helpless in her crippling anxiety, anxiety he was the trigger of and seemingly the only source of comfort as well.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I take it back, I didn’t mean it, I’m sorry, please, forgive me, forgive me!” She gulped on shuddering breaths, sobbing, hysterical in her scrambling, so completely panicked, so utterly destroyed by her fear of him, knowing how those hands of his could hold the world just as easy as her head and her heart, where despite knowing that through and through she still sought out the comfort in how his fingers stroked through her locks, petting her calm.

Her hands, retrieving more and more mobility, reached up to fold across his back.

“I don’t hate you, I’m sorry, I’m just stupid, forgive me, I’m just ungrateful and spoiled and stupid.”

Tears rolled down her face as she propped herself up in his lap, hands desperate as she intertwined them in his locks, fervently trying to make up for her mistake, trying to prove she was able to correct herself, that she didn’t need another lesson, another one of his mind-shattering bone-crushing lessons. 

The fact that he’d forced her into a perverted set of lingerie had fallen to waste, the fact that he’d been lecturing her about how she belonged to him, how she had no right to disobey him, how she was just a dumb little girl in a world too big for her to ever possibly understand, how she was good for nothing but being stress-relief for him. None of that mattered anymore.

What mattered was persuading him into taking enough pity on her to let her indiscretion slide.

She just needed to beg enough, she just needed to grovel and plead and cry enough.

“Sweetie…” He hummed, no anger present in his voice, but then again, there never was. Tone always laced or dripping with honey, giving no hint as to where his mindset was or what he was about to do.

And all it managed to do was make her cry harder, hold onto him tighter, fear climbing higher.

“It’s okay, Sweetie… I know you didn’t mean it.”

His words were all but reassuring, as she was waiting for the other side of the coin to show its face, waiting to hear his but’s and if’s and punishments and corrections, waiting for those hands of his to show her, to prove to her what she already knew yet let herself forget, that she was a small helpless stupid girl and he was nothing short of god.

“But…”

And there it was, her worst fear, her worst nightmare, all sounded in one word.

She couldn’t let him continue, and by god she couldn’t let him finish.

Wet soft bloated lips met, or rather pushed, forced themselves upon his stiff ones, suffocating all reprimanding comments, all and everything he was about to say.

She shuffled into a cradling position on his lap, body and chest glued tightly in his embrace, hands running, tangling, gripping desperately onto the emerald locks at the nape of his neck, lips whimpering upon his ones, as though begging them to kiss back.

That desperation tasted delicious on his tongue. How she sat on his lap like some wounded animal, begging for the kind and nurturing hand of their master to help soothe the pain away.

He wasn’t about to discourage that type of behavior, that form of apology.

She wasn’t ready to take his cock, but then again, she never was with how gifted he was and how cursed she were. His cock being so threateningly huge, just like the rest of him.

But given the rest of him was just as threatening, she could manage, she could survive taking but one of his limbs rather than having all his brutal strength take care of her.

So she buttoned up his pants, trembling fingers working hurriedly, spiked by fear of both what was to come and what would come were she to stop. Her mouth still laying sloppy tearful kisses onto his lips, as he didn’t seem to mind just how much she was sobbing to please him.

She was at once stroking him when he was out, her other hand rushing to save her own life as it messaged her clit, trying to warn her of what was to come, what needed to come.

Still he hadn’t said anything, still let her slave for him. Though that might be for the best in this case.

His large hands placed palms down on the floor, simply supporting him as he leaned on them.

When she broke off the kiss, he was about to correct her, yet she ducked quicker, wrapping her warm and wet lips around his cock and giving th head a swirl with her tongue before pushing down as far as she could, glucking on him so eagerly and desperately, rendering what reprimanding movement was to come of his hand to an encouraging petting of her head instead.

She only sucked for a brief moment, leaving the proudly bobbing spit-slicked pole cold once she parted with only strings of drool connecting them. She shuffling back up to align him with her entrance hurriedly.

Her lip quivered as she looked at him to search his stoic features, her body frozen, left to simply hover and sway above his impatient member, as she tried her best to quickly brace herself for the pain she was about to feel.

But then his patience wavered, and strong hands griped her hips and forced her down to take the cock, impaling her as he sheathed himself fully, earning a high-pitched screaming whimper from her.

She fell to his chest, hands tugging his shirt to steady herself as she winced at the feel of him tearing her apart.

“Silly me…” He chuckled, the sound cold and gut-wrenching. “Rewarding you when I should be punishing you.”

She breathed sporadically, hitched and hiccupping.

“I don’t deserve it, I don’t deserve it-”

Agreeing was the only course of action for her, the only thing she could afford.

“That’s right, you don’t deserve it.”

But the world is far from fair.

TODOROKI SHOTO

-DISTRACTION

He was coming.

He was coming and nothing could stop him, nothing could change his mind, nothing could help and nothing could save her, except maybe the next worst thing.

Bargaining pain with unwanted pleasure, the price being her pride, her dignity, her strength.

It would happen anyway after he was done making pretty artwork of her flesh, after he’d tampered with her limits long enough.

She had the chance to skip to the end. But the price remained her spirit, steep like her fear and heavy like her mind, heart and soul scaled together.

And yet, she made the gamble.

It was either she let him bite, chew and swallow her heart and spirit and soul on repeat or she bit back.

This was her biting back.

This was survival of the fittest.

This was her surviving.

She needed to take her aim now or never, before he did it first. So, she barreled the arrow, struck the bow, leveled her hawkeye and took the shot.

“I love you, Shoto.” She proclaimed.

Arrow flying, hands smooth in receiving his chest before he could tug her towards him. Meeting his hungry approach with a focused desperation of her own, dedicated as she pushed him back so that he was the one sitting and she was the one on top for once.

Hands gentle, without much pressure, drumming up the bruises and scars of his chiseled stomach, one side cold, the other hot.

“Will you let me show you how much I love you?” She questioned.

Time to see if the arrow had hit, lips pressed firmly to his forehead a short second later, before pressing one against his temple, careful to not hurt him where the skin was scarred and sensitive around his eye, then one against his jaw, and neck, and shoulder, and chest, trailing down further and further.

He stirred once she kissed on a particular cut, his hands coming to hold her back as he began sitting up.

Yet she was firm in her resolution, her own hands pushing his shoulders down.

“No, no...” She tutted, tone still soft. Not at all as though she was giving him a demand. Not at all like how he thought a command should sound, what he’d learned his mistakes would grant him from those people he trusted.

Not at all like his father’s voice of tyranny and terror.

“Let me take care of you.” She whispered it, and his heart clenched with memories of how his mother would patch him up after training.

The arrow well planted in his chest now.

“You just lie back...”

She kissed his cheek then, adamant she’d make him cry, make him become soft, help him, to save herself.

“Relax....”

She kissed his lips then and she swore she heard him whimper like a kicked pup, all fragile beneath her, broken and just a boy rather than the cruel man she knew him to be.

And then he was crying. Softly and quietly, but crying nonetheless. Thin streams of saltwater running down the corners of his pretty eyes.

He looked so vulnerable then. Vulnerable like glass, no… like ice melting.

And when the ice had finally melted she could either swim or drown in what ocean was left behind, all depended on how softly she handled him, where one wrong word would make him sharp like bladed icicles again, and the right words would keep him like this. Small, weak, needy, tame. You can only kiss storms when you’re right in the eye of them, where one misstep will send you flying, falling, to your despair, to your death.

She could make no mistakes.

She aligned her naked sex up with his. The steam in the room layered thick with dew on their naked bodies, alongside nervous sweat.

“You and I are the only ones that matter in this entire world, Shoto…”

She sat down, hungrily ripping a groan from his chest at her almost brutal pace, and she moaned as she dipped down to lay herself on his chest, feeling him sink and twitch inside her, fill her up so perfectly, like two things falling into sync, like yin and yang, like balance.

“It’s only you and me between heaven and hell.”

She whispered the words like a chant, like witchcraft, the breath of them tickling his skin as she kissed down his pelvis, still firmly planted on top of him, hand trailing after, running over him smoothly and precisely, careful in their venture, before dropping down from the loft of his hips to entangle her small breakable finger in his destructive hands

“And everything else is just falling snow…”

She rocked her hips, like a smooth wave rolling into shore, thighs cradling his torso snugly, keeping him safe and trapped beneath her as she continued lolling forward on repeat, tentatively feeling after the pressure his hands gave hers, how tightly he squeezed, if it were a form of encouragement or discomfort, their wrists laid on the warmth of her thighs.

“I love you, Snow-Angel.” He cried, voice jagged and so far away from anything she’d ever heard.

And though this was what she’d been aiming for, having it enrol before her was a frightening type of uncharted waters she hadn’t at all any knowledge of how to tackle.

And that fear, the fear of drowning, increased so spectacularly when he sat up.

His fingers slipping from hers, leaving her control and wrapping around her torso instead, tightly, so tightly she feared he’d break her spine.

And then the heat followed, the blistering heat.

And then the cold, the promise of frostbite.

But then… he was still crying...

Crying like a toddler into her shoulder, nuzzling in her neck and all those terrifying and painful promises seemed to mellow, leaving her unscathed yet panicked, as without the pain she had no way of knowing when or where to go, resulting to her simply sitting there, comforting her captor, speared on his cock of her own choosing, with his tears running down her back.

Her heart beating painfully rapid in her chest as she slowly and unsurely raising her freed fingers to wrap into his dual-coloured locks, petting his head and hoping, praying she wasn’t falling prey to any false sense of safety.

DABI - TODOROKI TOUYA

-HABIT

They were doing what they always did.

Simply lounging.

Slugged on the bed, in each-other’s arms. Sickly sweet fumes in the dank room. Air thick like a cloud, dark and grey and matt.

The walls having been erased or rather blurred out into nothing, leaving them there, floating in and about nothing, each-other’s warmth the only constant.

Where in the complete lack of scheduling it had become like schedule, like ritual to simply lay and do nothing, then do something that threw them back into exhaustion which in turn resulted in yet again doing nothing, except maybe sleep.

The day lacked much, and in its lacking there were certain expectations, certain instincts and impulses that had arisen inside her.

She knew something was coming, anticipation, she knew something was supposed to come, and yet they still laid there and did nothing, when they were supposed to be doing… well… something, so that they yet again could go back to doing nothing.

It was safe to say her head had become rather empty at this point.

“Are we forgetting something?” She felt the need to ask, felt the need to hear Dabi tell her, give orders in where she should go and what she should say, something not allowing her to feel the terror of why those necessasties had become second nature or why she found refuge in them.

He mumbled in return, tone dark and scratchy like gravel or coal, evoking something to twist in her lower abdomen and purr with pleasure. “And what would that be?”

Dabi’s hand still fingered a rolled blunt, perfect with his expertise and nimble lanky fingers. Hand dragged to his mouth to take the final blow, smoke puffed out into the small space of the bedroom, layered thickly in the air.

Her eyes puffy and watery and red yet remaining open out of habit. Her lips burned, or rather stung, prickled from the after affects, her mouth dry as though full of ash, and as she breathed she felt the scratchy raw feeling of her throat by how much she’d been coughing earlier.

Dabi was always certain she didn’t take proper drags, therefore resulting in taking the drag for her, locking his lips painfully tight around hers, blowing until her face turned red and he could be sure the smoke reached her lungs. He was never satisfied before her eyes glossed over, blank and stupid, blinking at him so softly, as all off her became softer and softer, both her gaze, her voice, her words, her actions, her thoughts, her resistance.

“I don’t know…” She honestly didn’t, all she felt was that something was missing, that she required something, or that something was required of her, the feeling that she was supposed to be doing something or have something done to her. 

Dabi turned his head to look at her, inspecting her features, the cute confusion warping her face into a feeble timid expression, brows softly scrunched together, eyes focusing on nothing yet something as she raked through her empty head, her foggy ditzy subdued head.

A look of near endearment present on his face as he watched on for a second for the sake of amusement.

He cupped her cheek, her eyes quickly skittering to meet his, as though on command, knowing by instinct that was what she was supposed to do.

“Are you waiting for something, doll?”

Her lips quivered, and he could already spot the brimming of bubbling tears that came flooding to the surface. Soon to be spluttering out hopeless mumbles if he didn’t save her from the fall first. He was almost tempted not to, if only to scoop up what was left afterwards, put the pieces back together in whatever order he so wished, but he was feeling benevolent tonight.

His smile was soft as it neared her, deceptively so, kind and well-wishing, as his lips met with hers.

It felt like salvation, it felt like peace, it felt like all was falling into place, the way they should be, and she felt safe, no… she felt saved. From what? She did not know, as she had not the mind to care. All she had the mind for was to kiss back.

She moved more on her own now, with the reminder of his tongue in her mouth, the taste making her feel like she was being welcomed home.

Leg sweeping over his to plant herself in his lap, in her rightful place, feeling the all too familiar poking of his hard cock kept bulged beneath the comfort or discomfort of his briefs and jeans, brushing into and past the thin fabric of her cotton laced panties, soon to be drenched, as on cue, as though she’d been taught that would be best.

Her eyes were wide, wide with falling, with being lost, with wanting him to catch her, to save her, wide with waiting, hanging onto his every movement, as though incapable of doing anything on her own, as though only capable of taking orders. Just as he’d shaped her.

His finger drummed alongside her thighs where she knelt on his cock. His other hand doing the same, meeting where his jeans were kept on, unbuttoning, then zipping down, all so slowly, all to watch her features turn even more lost, into something that looked so adorably like hope.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He pulled his stiff dick out of his boxers, having it spring and stand proudly in the air, curved and pierced with all sorts of fun.

She licked her lips mindlessly, eyeing the pole, wanting, no, needing, no… compelled to pull her underwear aside, revealing what dripping drooling well-trained mess had pooled from her.

Feeling so utterly fulfilled, it feeling so positively right, as though what she’d lost was now returned, was she’d been missing she’d found, and what more, what she’d been missing had been missing her as well, hungrily so, painfully so. It was all she could think of when she eased down onto the towering pole until she was filled up to the brim, only to push down some more to envelope him entirely, feel him stretch and curve inside her.

More after that, she didn’t know what she needed to do, but she was sure she’d know once she got there, she was sure Dabi would be a saint and tell.

SHIGARAKI TOMURA

-BOREDOM

She was losing her mind.

It was a horrendous type of silence. Silence that wasn’t really silence at all as it was cut and sliced and murdered and bled out into the tactless endless mocking clicking of Tomura’s consoler.

Sharp aggressive smacks where he thumbed the joysticks, quick slaps with his long veiny bony fingers slamming with unneeded force into fragile buttons. 

She felt the sting in her temple, eyes squeezed so impossibly tight to a close as her ears sung with irritation.

“I’m done.”

She only barely recognised her own voice. Though she knew she mouthed the words and she knew she added timber and tone to sound them, but that whine, that sickly sweet defeat that laced the syllables, as though she were crying, as though she were begging, that wasn’t her, but that was who she’d become.

“You win.”

And she wasn’t at all sure if she cared anymore about her defeat.

“No… I’m about to.” He mumbled, eyes glancing to her briefly, split-secondly, before they swiftly, with lightning speed, stuck back to watch the bright screen a foot in front of him, the clicking made by his ruthless fingers never once stopping.

She wondered how such force was even possible, given he had to lift one digit on each hand in order not to destroy what he held so preciously. How he had the grip, the agility, the mobility and speed and precision was something that spurred through her mind each time she watched him go on, winning more so than losing. She guessed it was practice. Sometimes it would amaze her, somedays she would watch mindlessly as he sped through all levels, all ranks, all challenges, all side quests, win after win, wondering if it even posed any challenge, any stimulation when he seemed to complete them all with such ease and finesse, effortlessly.

Sometimes it would amaze her, but this was not one of those times.

She swore her ears were bleeding, they were screaming and crying and strangling all wishes she had of sleep. The bed was too soft and everything was too soft, too quiet, yet not quiet at all and she was so fucking bored, so fucking drained of everything and anything except irritation and the need for something and anything, something loud, something sharp to wake her up, something terrifying or something anything everything that could make her feel something anything everything.

She needed it, and she needed it desperately, all things aside, fuck who she was, and especially fuck that shitty fucking game he was playing.

“Fuck! Your stupid! Game! Tomura!”

She hadn’t even realized she’d slid off the bed and was standing on her numb feet, game controller snatched from him in one second and smashed to smithereens on the wall in the next.

She looked more shook than him, if he was being honest.

Nonetheless.

“What the fuck?!”

He was mad, no, he was fuming.

And she lived for it.

“I swear, you’re gonna pay-”

He hadn’t even reached her before her lips split into a grin, eyes like lightning awaiting the thunder.

“Gladly, punish me, do something, do anything!”

She wasn’t proud with her playful hinting, but you aren’t supposed to live your life without doing things you regret. And though she was playing spoiled brat for a notorious villain, the most dangerous individual she’d ever met, he also had a cock crafted by monsters that seemed to hit every spot it needed to, finding and creating new ones as it filled her up to the brim and she was salivating just by the thought of being split open on it, especially by seeing what mood she’d conjured from him.

But, even though her pride dripped from between her thighs, she was not too eager to plainly say that she desired his dick balls-deep within her needy cunt.

“What?”

He’d stopped in his tracks, eyeing her. And though some part of him wanted to believe what disgusting depraved thoughts he had regarding why she was seeking his attention, he knew better, rendering her annoyance to simply picking a fight with her captor, quite like a how child throws tantrums at their parents or prisoners riot.

Turns out her playful words did little to sway his thoughts regarding the situation.

“You’ve been playing your dumb videogames all week!” She whined, almost screeching. Eyes angry and lips pouty.

He wanted nothing more but to show her what bad behaviour would give her, but seeing how punishment would be giving her what she had requested, he wasn’t too quick to fold to his desires.

“It feels like I’m dying, make me feel something, anything…”

She was pleading he realized, and stopped in wonder at the revelation.

She was pleading with him, begging for him, for anything of him, anything meaning anything…

Yet… surely not what he wanted it to mean.

“No.” He forced on a nonchalant tone. “You smashed my controller, I’m not rewarding you for that, there are nicer ways of asking…” He drawled and turned casually to get back in his chair, pondering his need to purchase another custom-made console, thinking he had a couple things he wanted to fix anyway.

Was she really going to have to be so literal? Was she really going to have to bend over and beg for him to take her? Was she really going to have to serve him her heart, her spirit, her mind, and soul and body on a silver platter for him to take it?

She thought he was greedy. She thought he was depraved enough to hear what she was asking of him.

No way he was ignoring the invitation, right?

If that were the case, he could at least mock her for her begging, but he barely seemed to even recognise her change in attitude at all. Granted, she couldn’t really see much of his expression beneath that mop of hair.

She wanted to scream, pull her hair out of her head, yet as her knees hit the floor and Tomura sat back down in his chair, she realized she had but one thing to do.

Crawl.

She was silent, shuffling under the table, taking one gluttonous drag through her nose, mouth watering at the reek of male musk, his musk, Tomura’s musk, a smell so undeniably him.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to let him know she was there yet, but decided to be a tease and better prepare him for what she was about to do.

Experienced and confident fingers pressed a woman’s touch to his ankles, running skilled tender touches over the flexing of his calves’ muscles, despite feeling him tense beneath her. Undiscouraged as they went smoothly over his thighs to reach the hem of his boxers, reaching inside them to pull out what she was proud to feel thick and stiff and just as needy as her, warm and pulsating in her tiny palm.

Handling him delicately. First she licked her lips wet and gave the head a pretty popping kiss, before producing her tongue like a pillow for the cap and flicking the pink muscle from side to side under the sensitive skin that was already oozing with precum onto her tastebuds.

She her his breath stifle, but allowed him no rest as she closed her warm wet mouth around him.

He broke instantly.

Now knowing it wasn’t his mind playing tricks.

“Fuck! You win, you win!” He hissed, hand wrapping around her throat to pull her up from her conquering. “If I’d known what a needy little slut you were I'd have given you cock earlier. You should’ve just said so...”

They both giggled ludically as he threw her down on the bed, Thrill already bubbling up a storm on her insides with such lust to be fucked out of her bloody mind she was quaking from head to toe and screaming out her moan when he pushed perfectly into her wetness in one fell swoop.

TAKAMI KEIGO - HAWKS

-NECESSITY

He heard the padding of her approach. Soft footed and gentle. Not at all like how she would usually stomp around in rage of being trapped.

He didn’t look up at first, thinking she didn’t want anything to do with him, as per usual, yet in his blurry unfocused vision he could spot she’d stopped in front of him, waiting for his acknowledgement, where he sat on the coach, undisturbed and undisturbing until now, scrolling through his phone.

He decided to ignore her, testing to see if she’d speak up and announce her demands, yet was surprised to see she stood there patiently, no words, no screams.

Curiosity getting the better of him he looked up, finding her standing there bare-footed, skin wet, towel wrapped around her, hair dripping, eyes leaking, though not from shower-water, but from brimming with tears.

His instincts kicked in then at the sight of her.

“Are you okay?”

He sprung from the coach, expecting her to push him away once he reached for her, yet was surprised to feel her attach to him, latch around him, welcome his warmth and his offered condolence instead of her usual rejection and snarling.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, why are you crying?”

He realized then that her body was quaking, seemingly febrile, so much plead knotted between her brows he’d never seen anything like it.

It made him concerned to say the least, eyes searching her body for any possible explanation in the form of bruises, thinking maybe she’d hurt herself, already scolding himself for having left her alone.

“Baby? What's going-”

He didn’t smell it at first, what with the scent being washed off and all at the hands of her shower, but the aroma was soon layered thick in the room, growing alongside her desperation.

A scent so heavenly, so lavish and sweet and ambrosial, already making water pool in his mouth.

Her shaking made sense then, so did the tears, and the desperation and the potent adorable look of despair written all over her pitiful little cute face.

“Oh… I see.”

He was going to take advantage of this.

He was going to ring it for every drop it was worth.

“Does my little angel need me?” His voice shed its concern swiftly, curling into something sweetly sadistic and salacious.

His fingers hung onto her chin, or rather, her chin hung off his fingers.

“If you ask nicely perhaps I’ll-”

“You’re being cruel.” She stated, voice so sweet, so vulnerable, breaking as she sniffled, bottom lip trembling so preciously, as he wasn’t sure the shower-water was instead not indeed sweat. Knees weak, arms heavy, head pounding, stomach hurting, eating her from the inside in desperate need to feed the bottomless hunger that was growing and weeping in her lower abdomen.

Her hand held loosely over her stomach, visibly shaking.

He ignored her statement. “That was a long shower…” It was an insinuating observation, cocky in its nature. “Were you trying to help yourself on the showerhead?”

He quirked a brow at him, a smirk playing in the corner of his mouth.

“Trying to get out of grovelling for me, hm? Despite knowing how my cock is the only thing that can save you.”

He was gleeful, sadistic bliss tickling through his body, sending pleasure through every nerve, because he knew, he knew he was right and he knew what was coming. He knew she would fold, surrender, succumb, and he knew how grateful she’d be afterwards, dripping with his cum, eyes opium-blown, euphoric and fluttering, and looking at him with such wholehearted, such won-over love.

Though, know all that filled her eyes were glistening tears and swirling suffering.

“It hurts…”

His heart clenched at that.

She looked like a toddler, small and weak and helpless and innocent, as though if it weren’t for her predicament she wouldn’t be abusing every ounce of energy in her being to make him miserable.

How ironic, she being the miserable one now, all dependent on him.

“It hurts, please, please help me, help me, Keigo.”

She was aching. Her small needy hands coming to grab at him, to pull him closer as she sobbed, whining so beautifully for him.

“I need you, Keigo.”

He was getting wrapped up in it, hanging onto every perfect needy jerking she did to try and get closer, to try and help herself against him, licking it up as though he was parched

And he was, he truly was, she’d drained him dry, rejecting each and every proclamation of his love. She’d laughed at it, waged war against it, and here she was, finally, embracing it, begging for it.

He realized, he needed this just as much as she did.

He didn’t need anything weightless like a stupid apology, he just needed to hear her say those pretty words.

“I need Hawks.”

Her eyes grew dark, pupils blown wide with lust as her words were laced with such feral carnality.

His hands grabbed ahold of her ample hips, grinding her into himself, where she met his attack by effortlessly maneuvering her legs to wrap around his torso, hands cupping his face as she peered into his eyes, wanting to drown herself in the gold.

“I need you deep inside me, filling me up, wreaking me…”

Her lips hovered above his own as she clutched tightly onto him, begging with every inch of her body, clinging to him as though it were for her very life.

“I need your cum, I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk or talk or think or feel, until I’m numb and all I can see is you, all I can think is you, all I am is you and yours.”

He was left awestruck by the way she looked at him, as though he were the world, or her god, with so much love and so much desperate desire and fear.

A fear he’d come to know all too much chasing her. A fear of rejection, a fear of having her heart broken, a feeling that’s all too much like dying.

“I need your love, please, please love me, Keigo.”

He couldn’t refuse, despite wanting to have used this opportunity as a lesson, he couldn’t. He couldn’t leave her suffering and he most definitely couldn’t leave himself suffering now that his cock was hungry for the attention she was all too eager to give him.

SHINSO HITOSHI

-SUBMITANCE

She knew she should be disgusted, she knew she should be angry, she should be fighting it.

If she were the feral creature quite alike the lioness or tigress or any other wild cat, she should by law be scratching and clawing and snarling. She should revolt, reject, uproar at the feel of a collar around her throat.

But here she was, big wide glossy opium-soaked eyes staring up at her Master and his compelling lilac orbs, feeling her stomach curl at the feel of his big fist tugging her leash as he hovers above her, purring like a little kitten, like the little kitten she was, at the feel of his swollen thick cock filling her up so snuggly, breeding her good, while she drools at the collar put, not just on her throat, but on her mind, panting over the thought of having his commands lick every nerve of her body, making her twist and bend and bow all to his wishes.

Fluffy tail wrapped around his leg, holding onto him in the softest form of embrace as her hands are otherwise occupied with being tied to the bed-post.

She whimpered, aching fingers wanting to touch, to run smooth soft fingertips over his skin, his scars, tangle in his wild lavish purple locks.

She bit her lip and clenched around the member inside her, making him groan as he bottomed-out and pulled back again.

“Could- could Master… untie me?” She needed to ask, voice timid and hopeful, again feeling him slowly inch into her core, messaging her insides, her walls kissing alongside his girth, sucking on him gratefully.

He quirked an eyebrow, as if to ask why, or to tell her why he couldn’t do that.

“I want to touch you…” She pleaded, a confession so sweet and voice anything but brazen or wanton, blinking shamefully, guilty of her lust, even though in the light of what he’d done to her and made her do to him, it sounded like mere child’s play, something she shouldn’t even be allowed to be embarrassed about.

His eyes scanned her, curious, doubting her, yet having felt how her legs wrapped around his torso, and the ever-playful cuddling tail that had slithered between his thighs and latched itself around his ankle, tugging on him like such a clingy little devoted kitty.

His lips curled up into a smile, looking down at his little bashful housebroken pet, thrilled to see her look up at him too, eyes full of awe on both sides, lustful, loving.

He pushed himself fully into her, cockhead kissing her cervix, and she gave a mew, moaning while he bowed down to meet her lips with his.

His hands danced up her arms, drumming alongside her limbs before they met with the knots around her wrists, tugging them loose.

Once she was free she hesitated. Eyes still so wide, as though asking for permission, as though asking for guidance, or… as though she were waiting for him to tell her what to do, and then, as though a question was burning at her lips.

“Master… ask me a question?” She requested, slowly bringing her hands down from their position, placing them around the back of his neck, fingers playing with his soft wild hair.

He needed to take a second or two to really fathom what she’d just said, where his mind seemed to leap once he did.

“Something you don’t want the answer to.”

He swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling a rush of blood pool in his cheeks. His breathe grew heavy and eyes intense.

“Do you know what you’re asking?”

He needed to be sure, he needed to hear her say it, admit to it

His doubts were answered as she blinked, biting her lips, looking away shyly, clearly knowing how wrong it was of her to request him entering and playing with her mind like that.

“Yes…”

He couldn’t help but smile at her timidity, how she blushed under his gaze. But still, he needed her to give him the entirety of her desire.

“Tell me…”

He rested his forehead on her hers, happy with butterflies in his stomach at the feel of her affectionate hands running through his locks.

“What do you want from me, Kitten?”

Her breath shuddered, legs climbing higher up his back, pulling him closer. Their eyes so adamant on looking, drowning in the other. His storm of lilac so dominant and dangerous, making her mouth water and toes curl and head flutter with knowing how she was completely trapped, completely where he wanted her, loving it all the same, finding refuge in the fact, finding safety and belonging and peace.

“I want…”

Her eyes where only wide, wide with hope and searching for if he’d catch her when she now jumped, leaped into his arms.

“I want you. I want your- your teeth in my mind, marking me, making me yours, making me… feel…”

All of her was clinging to him now, her tail so neatly and snuggly slithered around his ankle, as though chaining him to her, her hands as well entangled with the unruly hair at the nape of his neck, her legs wrapped around him so tightly and desperately, pussy clenching around his cock like a vice, and her eyes hanging off of all and everything of what was giving her.

“Making you feel what?” He pushed, giving another thrust where he barely pulled out only to rock into her again.

“Safe.”

That was such an innocent word, such a sweet wish it made his heart hurt with something he couldn’t quite place, whether it was guilt or satisfaction he couldn’t tell.

“Will you do that? For me?”

He could get lost in those eyes of hers forever, those moon-big round eyes, opium-black and blown pupils so wide he thought he was falling through space with how much they reflected the limited light inside their room.

“Do you love me?” He asked then, fearing the answer.

“Yes.”

A word can be so many things, a vow, a promise, an echo, a welcome.

Her eyes went blank then, but not before she gave the softest hum as though to say thank you as she felt his presence seep into her mind. Her limbs losing all types of stress, becoming numb and soft. All her worries blanketed, where all she dreamt of was velvet lilac-tinted oceans, getting drunk on grapes and the smell of lavender and all things purple like those great godlike eyes staring down at her, the ones keeping her spellbound and tethered in a deadlock, the ones she belonged to.

CHISAKI KAI - OVERHAUL

-COMFORT

The slamming shut of the apartment door, followed by the digital clicking of the lock being closed is how she knew he was home.

He hadn’t said anything.

Where usually he would at least greet her as she quickly sprung across the marble floors to welcome him home, take his jacket, kiss his cheek, all so perfectly like he’d taught her.

He hadn’t said anything.

No ‘I missed you’ or ‘thank you, princess’.

He hadn’t said anything at all.

But most things with Kai weren’t verbal anyway.

She’d learned to pick up cues, analyze a raised brow, or a slight shift in posture, or the almost imperceptible narrowing of his eyes.

He hadn’t said anything, but the scowl that accompanied his aura spoke volumes to the girl. Finding his state of mind, concerned with what she found, as it was not his usual nonchalance nor his occasional contempt, but bitter.

He groaned then, once she’d helped him out of his jacket, green and tacky, purple faux fluff, something so out-of-place on Kai, yet also serving as one of his key recognizable traits.

He kicked off his shoes, also something so very out of character it brought her concern, followed by him shuffling, feet dragging on the floors in complete opposition to how he would usually walk, with his head held high, regarding the floor as though it should be grateful to be gifted by him walking on it.

Now though, he slumped, still without a word, up the stairs, sauntering without haste, without enthusiasm, all in goal of reaching the bed, which he laid out flat on once he got to it.

“Are you okay?” She asked timidly, having followed him and standing unsurely on the threshold of the door, not knowing whether she was welcome or not.

He simply pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, giving her the answer she’d guessed already.

“Can I do anything to help?” Again, she kept her voice soft and tender, hopeful; cheerful in hopes of cheering him up.

“I doubt it.” His answer was curt and bitter as he sat up on the bed, tugging loose his tie with an exhausted growl of irritation.

She padded around the bed then, not exactly having been given an invitation to stay, but not exactly having been given any indication to leave either.

Careful as she climbed up behind him, like a cat easing in on its prey, gracious and soft and focused on not alarming or disturbing the goal.

“Surely there must be something I can do?”

His ears picked up on the play in her voice, the thin hairs at the back of his neck rising, yet his curiosity was stifled as her hands, once so small and insignificant, became the hands of God.

Fingers kneading into his back, thorough and forceful yet welcomed by him through a breathy guttural groan, closing his eyes with much needed rest as he let himself fall completely to the feeling of her messaging all his tense stress right out of his shoulders, seemingly sucking all the bad out of him.

He gave yet another throaty groan as her fingers rubbed and dug into his back, her hand stopping his head from slugging forward, cupping him tenderly and guided him to rest against the softness of her chest instead.

“Do you feel better now?”

She spoke like how a mother should, sweet like summer breeze, just above a whisper, eager to please, affectionate, without ill-will, without anything to gain, selfless and beautiful, and something he was in desperate need of.

He moaned, a long dragged out breathy moan, one filled with such potent gratitude it made her smile.

“Getting there...”

She hummed, her hands like absolution handling his back like dough, thumbs rubbing the stiffness into tender soft flesh once again, working through the knots, before climbing, mounting his shoulders and ensnaring his neck, gentle fingers running smoothly to unbutton his shirt, her face nuzzling in his neck as it was exposed to her, soft plump lips kissing the sensitive skin found there, knowing exactly where to focus, hearing him moan in relief as she zeroed in on his soft-spot.

Her hands running, dancing down his chest, unbuttoning the last of his buttons, helping him slide out of it.

Quick to take her bra off, still while kissing his neck, before pushing her warm soft mounds into his back, hugging herself against him.

“How about now?” Her voice like honey as her words tickled on his neck.

“Almost…”

She slithered around to seat herself in his lap, hands cupping his cheeks as she leaned in to kiss him, naked chest rubbing up against naked chest, warm and soft, homey and safe. 

Her hand drummed playfully down his stomach, reaching his pants, moving skillfully on its own to undo the belt-buckle, then the button, then pulling down the zipper.

He shuffled them down his thighs on his own, still keeping his chin lifted to receive her kisses. His clothed erection bumping up into the thin protection of her panties.

Her hand, still so smoothly, reached under the band of his boxers to pull him out. Though his rough way of ripping her lacy underwear off managed to break through her calm demeanor as she yelped a bit and flinched.

However the surprise was quickly followed by giggles as she continued to kiss him, feeling his smirk against her lips and soon his hand cupping her ass before running hungry pressured fingertips around her thigh to play with her slit, thumb roughly pushing into her clit as other reckless digits ran though her folds to test the waters, quite parallel to how carefully she handled his cock with her own elegant hand, rubbing him up and down ever so gently, with the tenderness he carved.

He hissed once her thumb rubbed over his sensitive head, biting into her lip, and though his beastly impulses used to alarm her, now she could only think of them as an invitation.

Holding his cock up to her entrance, giving him time to remove his fingers from her now soaking folds. 

She sunk down on him slowly, moaning softly against his lips as he groaned upon hers. 

“Better now?” She asked, without giving way to the cockiness her question carried, but he deciphered it with ease nonetheless, giving her ass a playful squeeze before guiding her to lay down on her back, nibbling on her neck as he chuckled at how she disguised her devilish naughty humour as being innocent, wanting to make her choke on that haughtiness as he gave a quick sharp thrust up into her.

Her moan rung throughout the massive penthouse where no doors were kept closed, as he licked the sin right off her expression with one needy hungry kiss and a promise as well as a threat.

“I will be once I hear you scream my name, princess.”

TIP-JAR

[stuffems]

Me and @luminberry had a ramble the other day over an idea and I decided to write it using theirs and @acorncake’s cowboys! 

Enjoy!

Jasper had made his way to his sleeping quarters so he could get some kind of respite after his latest mission. The base itself was buzzing with life as always but the MAG was simply too tired to engage with it. Maybe a nap would help at least a little. He laid down, letting out a sigh of content as he slowly drifted off. 

A scent drifted in from the vents that tickled at the MAG’s senses. Something that made his mouth water and stomach growl viciously. It stirred him awake like a drop of blood setting off a feeding frenzy. White hot hunger flared to life inside of Jasper and it was hard to make sense of anything around him other than a single thought.

Find Food.

———

Cara, on the other hand, was simply doing his work as best he could. It was his job to keep the other “cowboys” in line of their work and it wasn’t exactly easy a majority of the time. At least some listened better than others and it was rather convenient that one such cowboy seemed to be approaching. Thankfully, Cara could tell it was Jasper simply by the sound of his walk. 

“Howdy Jasper. Thought you said you were fixin’ to take a nap for the day. Something else got you riled up— HEY!” The smaller blind sheriff was caught off guard when he was lifted up by the back of his shirt and held to eye-level with the fluffy MAG. “‘EY! What the hell ya think yer doin’ ya big fuzz brain?!” The most he could do was flail when a wave of hot air and the vague scent of saliva and whatever sweet the MAG had previously eaten that day wafted over the blind sheriff from below. 

“JASPER! PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW! I AIN’T GOT TIME FOR YOUR TOMFOOLERY—“ and down he plummeted into Jasper’s waiting maw. The small sheriff fell face first onto the MAG’s tongue before being immediately pressed to the roof of Jasper’s mouth. 

The MAG drooled at the taste of Cara’s presence on his tongue and it was just as he’d expected. It was a sweet and oddly light taste of caramel that made his mouth salivate at the touch. Unfortunately, Jasper couldn’t help but finally swallow the small sheriff to try and sate the hunger inside of him…only to be met with it intensifying. 

He needed more. So much more. 

———

In another part of the base, Zeke was having issues of his own. 

Bull had spontaneously become violent and now, the small cowboy was running from his MAG partner. He wasn’t entirely sure what had happened but all of a sudden, Bull had a predatory look in his eyes that was different than usual. More feral. Now here was Zeke, running from one of his boyfriends like a maniac.

Slipping down a side hall, Zeke pressed himself against the wall as the MAG charged past. He took a breath and glanced around.

“What in the world is goin’ on? I gotta find Jasper, maybe he’ll help wrangle ol’ Bull.” Zeke muttered, making his way towards the sleeping quarters. 

The first red flag should’ve been that the whole sleeping quarters was quieter than a morgue. The second was finding Jasper swallowing one of the other recruits of the base. Zeke felt his stomach sink to the floor when the MAG looked in his direction, that same predatory glint in his eyes as Bull’s. There was nothing else needed to convince him something was severely wrong and thus he turned and ran. It didn’t take long for the fluffy MAG to see his prey run and make chase. 

Something was going on that obviously was making the MAGs go into some kind of feeding frenzy. Perhaps it was something in the air? If that were the case, Zeke needed to get Jasper and Bull out of the base to get some fresh air. Easier said than done of course. But that wouldn’t dissuade the cowboy from trying.

Booking it down the corridors, Zeke made sure that Jasper was hot on his heels so as to not lose his attention. While the MAG wasn’t the most in-shape of the gang of cowboys, it was terrifying just how quick he could move. Turning down a corner, Zeke nearly tripped before Jasper came barreling down and slamming hard into the wall before picking up speed again.

He was close. The exit was getting closer and closer before another wild card came in; Bull. The horned MAG practically collided with Jasper as he burst out from an adjacent hallway. Taking his chance, Zeke ran out through the large garage exit and drew the pair of MAGs with him. 

What was the plan now? Zeke didn’t really know. He was starting to become exhausted and so he couldn’t exactly keep running. Of course, he didn’t have the chance to decide before stumbling just enough for Jasper to snag the small cowboy in his claws. Without much fanfare, Jasper dangled Zeke over his open jaws and dropped him inside. He wanted to savor the coffee taste that emanated from the cowboy but Bull slammed into the fluffy MAG’s back, making Jasper prematurely swallow Zeke. The two MAGs then seemed to fight one another over the prey.

Zeke was dropped into Jasper’s stomach and onto Cara’s back with the other recruits. The blind cowboy yelped in pain and glared in Zeke’s direction. 

“Zeke what in the Sam hell is goin’ on out the—“ Cara’s words were cut off by a violent jostling on the outside. He promptly latched onto the other cowboy, startled by the commotion. The pair were quiet as the outside seemed to calm down and Jasper’s voice resonated.

“Ugh…what happened?” The fluffy MAG grumbled. 

“Uhhh…not sure. Why’re we outside?” Bull replied, looking about in confusion. “Wait where’s Zeke?” 

“Uh in here, boys!” Zeke shouted. Cara then realized what was going on and let go of the other. It did draw a chuckle from Zeke at least. “Y’all alright?”

Predictably enough, Jasper and Bull both bubbled over with apologies and made sure to spit up all who they’d snatched up. While they couldn’t figure out what caused the frenzy, everyone within the base made sure to check that whatever it is was gone. Suffice to say, it was a bit of a rough time. 

The upside is that the polycule had a lovely cuddle session and napped together.

[okaywa]

*By Any Means

Iwaizumi x fem!reader 

1.9k words

Warnings: Dom/sub elements, throat fucking, Iwaizumi punches the shit out of a creep, bit of dirty talk, choking, oxygen play, kind of exhibitionism, oral sex, alley sex

[Anonymous requested: IWAIZUMI JUST PUNCHING THE SHIT OUTTA A GUY WHO WAS HARASSING HIS S/O AND SHE PATCHES UP HIS BLOODIED FISTS AND LIKE THEN IT LEADS TO A BLOWJOB AS A REWARD]

Iwaizumi was not a violent a person. Sure, he had a short temper but that normally resulted in heated words and a ball thrown at the back of Oikawa’s head. Well, he was a little violent. Out of love, he insisted when Oikawa would whine about the tender spot. 

Concerning you, however, Iwaizumi had discovered that controlling his short temper now had to include reigning in his impulsive instincts to snap and lunge at every man who had the audacity to check you out when he was next to you.

“Calm it, brute,” you always laughed adoringly while patting his arm. 

Tonight, at an afterparty for Japan’s latest victory, he had been watching in stony silence while some bastard attempted to cozy up to you at the bar. He knew you could handle yourself but that didn’t soothe the rage building in his chest. Stuck across the room in a terribly dull conversation with some executive of the team, he was helpless except to glare and hope it would somehow scare the guy off. 

“Now, when we have a boost in our attendance the impact…” the man droned, going so far as to pull up graphs on his phone. 

I’m an athletic trainer, not a smarmy business guy, he thought while nodding in feigned interest, where’s Kuroo when you need him…

“And what you see with the stocks…”

Not the fucking stocks, he groaned internally, eyes sliding back over to you. The man was now leaning over to you while you were very obviously trying to lean away. 

Take a hint, she’s not inter- No fucking way. 

If Iwaizumi were to try to recall what happened next, he simply wouldn’t be able to. One second he was watching a stranger grab at your ass, next his vision went completely red, and he finally became aware again right as his curled fist slammed into the bastards face for the fourth time. There were screams around him, but they sounded distant through the roaring of blood in his ears. The only thing that rang clear through the absolute rage consuming his rationality was the satisfying crack of the man’s nose pinned beneath him. 

“WHOA WHOA, HAJIME!” Someone wrapped their arms around his bicep that was reared back for another punch and attempted drag him away. He yanked his arm out of their grip but another set of arms joined the first and just managed to pull him away. He thrashed in their grip, snarling vicious threats until his eyes met yours. 

The fight whooshed out of him like a matched being blown out at the sight of your alarmed expression and teary eyes. 

“Y/n,” he said in a daze. “Wait!” Iwaizumi looked up at who was dragging him away and saw Ushijima and Bokuto, faces tight as they dragged him outside. 

“Clear your head, man,” Bokuto sat him on the front steps. 

Iwaizumi dragged his hands down his face, wincing at the sudden sharp pain in his right hand. He sighed at the sight of his bloody, split knuckles before looking up at his friends with a worn expression. 

“I don’t even know…” he went quiet, shaking his head. “Is Y/n okay?” “She’s fine,” Ushijima said. 

“The real question is are you okay?” Bokuto asked with raised eyebrows. “I have never seen someone move so fast in my life.”

Iwaizumi chuckled dryly, shrugging. “I don’t even know what just happened.”

“Well, Iwaizumi, you just beat the absolute shit out of some guy for grabbing your girl,” Bokuto clapped him on the shoulder. “Right on.”

“Hajime!” You shoved out of the front door near frantically. “There you are, are you okay?” You were down the steps in a heartbeat, grabbing his face to examine him for any injuries. It didn’t take you long to see his bloodied knuckles that had already dripped down and ruined his pant leg. 

“Hajime,” you gasped softly, grabbing his hand for a closer inspection. 

Ushijima and Bokuto exchanged a small glance before excusing themselves wordlessly, going back inside to settle the remaining disruptions. 

Iwaizumi was watching you sharply as you pulled tissues out of your purse and dabbed them gently across his knuckles. 

“Thank you, Haj,” you blinked up at him from where you were crouched between his thighs. 

“But I scared you,” Iwaizumi murmured. “You looked so… horrified with me.”

“I wasn’t, I promise,” you said firmly, bringing his knuckles up to gently kiss the spit skin. “I was worried for you, love.”

Iwaizumi sucked in a sharp breath, eyes fixated intensely on his blood that now covered your lips. 

“Y/n,” he breathed, some primal instinct deep in his brain triggering. “Fuck.”

Your pupils were blown wide as you obscenely licked the blood from your lips, making a show of swallowing it. Iwaizumi growled and lurched to his feet, pulling you along with him. He looked around quickly, a hungry glint in his eyes, and spotted a dark alley. 

“C’mere,” Iwaizumi demanded, shoving you in front of him and into the alley. “I think you owe me a favor.”

“Hajime-“

Your knees hit the filthy cement with an audible ‘thump.’ You looked up at Iwaizumi in shock, stomach fluttering at the dark look on his face. His hand squeezed your shoulder tightly, keeping you down on the ground. 

“What is it? You don’t think I deserve a little reward for defending your honor, hmm?” He cupped your chin gently, forcing you to make eye contact. 

“Hajime…” you stuttered at his swift change, lust burning in your core. 

Iwaizumi was never this rough with you without notice first, but now it was like a switch had been flipped in him. The sight of you down on your knees in front of him once again forced a low groan deep from his chest.

“Fuck, look at you, princess” His thumb swiped at the corner of your mouth and came away smudged crimson. “Fuck.”

The pet name sent a thrill up your spine. He only ever called you princess when he was about dominate you into a drooling mess. 

He forced his thumb between your lips, dragging the tangy drop across your tongue. You whimpered, eagerly wrapping your lips around the digit like you would his cock. Suckling gently, you licked his thumped clean, eyes stuck on his face to measure his reactions. 

Iwaizumi’s bottom lip was turning white between his teeth as he watched you with blown pupils and a furrowed brow. His erection bulged obscenely through his dress pants, making your thighs clench.

“My pretty girl is gonna take such good care of me, isn’t she? Gonna take this cock all the way down that tight little throat,” he said roughly. 

You hummed eagerly around his thumb, shuffling closer to him to reach up to start undoing his belt. 

“Good girl,” he praised, pulling his thumb from your mouth. 

He spread his thighs apart and leaned against the brick behind him, the perfect picture of power and ease. You glided your hands up his muscled thighs, digging your nails into his quads just to make his throat bob. 

“Gonna suck your cock like a good girl,” you whimpered obediently as his belt came apart with a soft clink. 

Iwaizumi groaned, watching you blink up at him as you pulled his hot cock from his pants and gave it a few slow pumps. His tip was flushed and leaking slick pre-cum that you eagerly lapped up. Iwaizumi let out another strangled moan, head dropping back against the rugged brick when you wrapped your lips around his pulsing tip.

His fingers tangled in your hair and blunt nails dug into your scalp as he pulled you slowly down his length. You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose, looking up at him unsurely. Iwaizumi usually gave you more time to adjust but tonight he was demanding, pulling you closer until you gagged roughly on his thick cock. 

“Shh-sh,” he soothed, letting you pulled back for air. 

He gave you two deep breaths before tugging you forward again. He worked open the resistance in your throat with persistent, shallow thrusts. Soon his fat cock head was pushed deep into your throat, causing it to bulge near pornographically. 

“Princess,” he groaned as he began pumping his hips. “You suck my cock and my cock only. You’re mine.”

You gurgled vulgarly as wet, punched out gasps escaping your throat with each of his thorough plunges forward. His possessive sneer as he watched you gag and blubber was so intoxicating you could feel that your panties had already soaked through.

“Yeah, princess, that’s it,” he snarled, a feral look on his face. “You like choking on this cock, I know you do.”

Snot and tears dripped down your cheeks to mix with the saliva weeping lewdly out of the corners of your mouth. Your leaking mascara and splotchy face drove Iwaizumi wild, his thrusts only becoming more punishing. 

You grabbed his thighs for balance as he fucked your throat relentlessly until your head was spinning from oxygen deprivation. Seeing the dizzy flutter of your eyelids, he pulled back until your lips were pursed around his head. You took desperate, shaky inhales through your nose, lashing your tongue across his sensitive slit before moving down to trace along his frenulum. Iwaizumi’s eyes rolled, his mouth dropping open in a guttural moan of your name. 

Hearing him sound so fucked out and lost in the pleasure you were providing for him drove you to swallow down his entire length. Iwaizumi choked, curling over your head as you swallowed and flexed your throat ceaselessly around his swollen tip. 

“Princess, oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted breathlessly, the pleasure so intense he started to draw back. 

You followed him forward, hands moving up to pin his hips against the brick as you bobbed your head, slurping tirelessly around his cock. 

He whined your name, hips jerking weakly. If your mouth wasn’t stuffed full of his throbbing cock you would’ve smirked at how fast Iwaizumi had gone from dominating your throat to shying away from the overwhelming pleasure. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, forcing your forwards until your nose pressed into his pubic bone. “Haah-ahh, fuuuck..”

You could feel his cock pulsating against your tongue as he came directly down your throat. You swallowed his seed eagerly, just a hint of the salty taste reaching your tastebuds. Iwaizumi panted heavily, pushing your mouth up and down his cock to draw out his orgasm until his thighs were quivering from the overstimulation.

You finally drew back with a hoarse cough, gasping for air while Iwaizumi attempting to put his cock back into his pants. 

“I’ll get it,” you rasped, brushing aside his injured hand. 

He hissed despite you being gentle about tucking him back into his pants. 

“You did so good,” Iwaizumi murmured appraisingly, stroking your jaw. 

You beamed up at him, leaning into his touch. 

“We should get home so we can get some ice on those knuckles,” you said, standing up stiffly while shaking the ache out of your knees. 

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?” He asked with a concerned frown, fingers brushing across your throat. 

“It was a little unexpected,” you hummed grabbing him by his tie to pull him into a firm kiss. “But I liked it. Liked seeing you so worked up and possessive.”

Iwaizumi smirked filthily. “You like seeing me possessive, huh?” You smile mischeviously, grabbing his split knuckles to press a gentle kiss to them. 

“Give it a break, big guy, we still gotta tend to this little mess,” you said with another kiss. 

[babbushka]

I have LOVED all of your wild feral battle version medieval Kylo! Can I please request some more battle action and celebrating with you afterwards? Those are some of my favorites with him! Thank you!!!

Anonymous said: Good morning, Miss Z! Would you please use Searing and Primal from the word prompts for medieval Kylo or cowboy Kylo? They are certainly those things! Thank you for all your content!

Anonymous said:  May I please request Snow Storm from the January prompts and the physical prompts of Kissing someone’s cuts bruises injures, for knight Kylo? Maybe after a battle or just a rough day out in the cold? Anything you think is fun. Smut by the fire is always nice too. Thank you :)

(1.5k; cw: blood & injury, discussion of war ; NSFW [top!kylo, naked woman clothed man, fingering, spitting, spanking, PIV/doggy style])

He smells like death, when he returns to you.

You catch wind of his arrival through the palace halls, it is late at night, the kingdom is quiet. Their arrival will be celebrated in the morning, of this you are sure, there is no need to wake the people at this hour, not during the snowstorm which rages outside. Instead, the palace is hushed, whispers echoing through the grand halls, figures on the tapestries watching, eyes following, as your surcoat drags against the floor, one hand trailing along the stone of the archways, your bare feet carrying you to him.

It is in the throne room that you find him. He stands with his back to you, eyes cast up to the ceiling in silence. He dripping, absolutely covered in it, face and arms and clothing all stained with the red of blood. Your breath hitches – is it his, or his enemies? – but when he turns to face you and you see the bright sparkle of victory in his eye, you grin, and you run.

Kylo’s arms wind around you as you throw yourself into them, into his embrace, caring not for the way he is covered in muck and grime. None of that matters, only that he is here, and he is alive. The sabre on his hip glints in the golden flickering light of the torches on the walls, the roaring fireplace which warms the throne room, a small drip drip drip of blood and melted snow puddling on the floor. You bury your face in Kylo’s neck, relief flooding through you as his hands grip you tightly.

“What have you brought me?” You whisper, pulling back to kiss gently at the small wounds he bears, small cuts on his face, on his hands. Nothing mortal, nothing dangerous, but Kylo was never one to return without a few parting injuries himself.  

“All that I had promised, and more.” Kylo captures your chin between his thumb and forefinger, a dark intensity blossoming in his eyes.

Tomorrow will be for celebration and unveiling of these gifts, of these prizes. But for now, for this moment, your pussy throbs just from the closeness after so long, and you can feel he is similarly affected, his cock hard and pressing through his tunic against your stomach.

You kiss his face, taste the blood of those who he has slain, and Kylo’s hands begin to tremble against your ribcage where he bruises you, as your own deft fingers undo the lacing of his trousers, his cock searing hot as your palm wraps around it.

“You are so good to me, what a good job you’ve done, my liege.” You whisper in the quiet of the room, sucking on his neck, pumping his cock slowly, steadily, “What would you like, as reward for your hard work?”

“I want you naked and kneeling, now.” The answer comes quick, and you are more than eager to oblige.

Undoing the lacing of your surcoat and letting it drop to the floor, you pull the shift over your head. It too pools around your ankles, a soft cushion for your knees as you slowly lower yourself. Your hair is unpinned, it sweeps against your back and drapes across your breasts. You push it aside, knowing how Kylo likes to look at you, likes to look at all of you.

As if a hunter admiring its prey, Kylo circles around you. He tracks blood and soot and grime onto the floor, pulls one of his gloves off to caress your cheek as he eventually settles behind you. You can see him in the reflection of the polished silver which gilds his throne, a slightly distorted vision, but one nonetheless.

“So beautiful.” Kylo latches himself to your neck, pulls your back flush against his chest. His hands wander down your front, cupping your breasts and sighing against your throat, “I missed you, missed these.”

He kneads and massages them, pinches at your nipples ever so gently to make you sigh. Your head tips back against his shoulder, elongating your neck for him, stretching your body for him.

“You were gone for so long, but I didn’t worry – I knew you would claim victory once again my beloved, I could feel it.” You lick your lips and swallow down the drool that’s threatening to spill out of the corner of your mouth.

“Feel it where?” Kylo’s voice is deep and dark and dangerous, and your pussy drips onto the shift beneath you, aching to be filled.

“Here…” You guide one of his hands down down down, until he scruffs his fingers through the thick thatch of hair between your legs, parts your folds and plunges two fingers in without warning.

You gasp, your knees spreading as he continues his ministrations against your neck, biting and bruising you, fingers thrusting hard and fast. His grip on your breast prevents you from pitching forward onto all fours the way you so desperately want, so instead all you can do is writhe and moan, as he presses and rubs his thumb against your clit, fingers stroking your walls, spreading and stretching you open.

“Divine, you are – sent by the heavens, you must be. I – my precious, I want – ” He grunts, and you feel a thrill shiver up your spine there in the throne room, as he struggles to get the words out for how badly he wants to fuck you.

He simply manhandles you, bends you and pushes you forward so that your face is resting against the cold floor, your shoulders pinned down. You do drool now, because you can feel him spitting on your already sopping pussy. Kylo pulls his fingers away and replaces it with his cock, the fat head shoving against your folds and splitting you open.

“Ah – oh yes, yes Kylo…!” Your palms sweat and smear against the blood on the floor as he thrusts hard and fast, not wasting any time – he has been away for so long, you need each other and you need each other now.

His balls smack loud against your ass in the brisk fresh air of the room, his jaw clenched and teeth bared, primal and dark and filled with adrenaline. He holds your hips up, holds you in place as he pulls nearly all the way out, leaving in just the tip, before shoving himself harshly back into you. Spit and drool strings from his teeth, some wild possessed thing as he fucks you roughly, as he smacks the back of your thighs, keeps your shoulders pinned down.

“Don’t silence yourself, I want to hear you, let me hear you.” He growls, and you are not one to deny him anything, not this man whom you love so dearly, who takes care of you so well.

“Kylo!” Gasping loudly, your eyes screw shut as you focus on the pleasure of being plowed from behind, your knees protected by the small cushion of the chemise, your toes curling and calves twitching, rocking back on his cock to meet him thrust for thrust, “You’re so big, I can’t – right there, more, I can take more Kylo!”

He leans back and admires you, admires the way you bend and arch for him. He spanks your ass in harder and harder succession, watches as the flesh bounces for him, listens to the mewls and cries that spill out of your mouth for him, your pussy yielding and welcoming, warm and so wet, drenched from your longing. You can feel his cock pushing into you, forcing its way in and out in and out in and out, until you’re crying, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes from the fullness, the stretch.

He smacks your clit and your thighs tremble hard, knees threaten to slip out from underneath you. Kylo holds you up, cups your cunt as you cry cry cry for his cock. He finds that special spot inside your pretty pussy that makes you sob for him, that makes your eyes flutter and roll back into your head, fucked out, brainless.

“Please -- pleaspleasplease!” Like a prayer the pleading tumbles off of your tongue, and Kylo gives it to you, milks that spot until you’re gushing on his cock, coming hard, whole body going tense for a moment as you ride out your shocks of pleasure – before melting and going limp underneath him.

Kylo stills his hips for a moment, and without pulling out of you, rearranges you so that you’re on your back. You’re loose and pliant for him, and as he fucks you through your orgasm, your eyes pinch shut and hot tears slip down your cheeks, he licks them up, kisses them away.

When Kylo comes in your wanting cunt, it is as if the stars have aligned for you both, it is as if all is right in the world. Kylo belongs here, not out in the fields of battle slaughtering and beheading traitorous treacherous rebels – but pulsing ropes of come into your pussy. You laugh at the thought, delirious, pleasured out of your mind.

“Thank you.” You moan, rubbing your hand across your stomach, sweat slick and smeared with the evidence of his love of war.

Yes, you reason, war was in Kylo’s blood, but rewards like these were more than worth it.

And when Kylo only fucks his come back into you with his fingers a moment or so later, you know that he reasons the same.

[cottoncandy-jester]

Howdy! Could you please elaborate on the “Bruno punishes reader too”? Cause Bruno + Abba = my two loves. Also your writing is freakin dope!

Ohohoho~ I SURE CAN! Also ahh thank you!

Warning this story contains:a sprinkle of stand use, sadistic bruno, very light degrading, use of the word daddy and master, threesome, even more male reader(I swear I'll go back to a gender neutral reader eventually just let me have my moment)

I should really stop starting these stories with them at lunch, but honestly it's always fun to start that way cause they are so chaotic

You felt a deathly glare coming your way as you shyly talked to the waitress serving you all, this was one of the very rare moments that you were above the table but the collar stayed around your neck though your leash was off and so was the muzzle

Leone had decided to give you a little break today but he still expected you to follow the rules, he watched as the waitress was swooning over your cute face and sweet words.

Leone growled lowly as he watched the girl practially shove her breasts in your face while she giggled at your words, the fucking nerve of this bitch. Out of anger leone grabbed you by the back of your shirt and yanked you back so your back was pressed to his chest.

"oi, why don't you do your damn job and stop being a slutty whore for my boyfriend?"

His harsh words shocked you and you couldn't help but look back at him as he shot you a stern glare. The waitress quickly rushed off but not before you caught tears in her eyes, when she left you turned to leone with an annoyed look

You were starting to fall right back into feral mode as you growled right back at leone who gave you a scoff. He couldn't believe you were getting upset with him

"I. Wasn't finished. Speaking!"

You snapping at him shocked the table and leone reached out gripping your hair tilting your head back lightly. His eyes were cold but for the first time in a while you didn't back down instead you tried to shove his face away

"just who do you think you're yelling at?! You were flirting so hard that I bet you wanted to screw that bitch!"

"you are being jealous! Master leone you are ridiculous!"

The two of you started to argue and bruno was starting to get annoyed, he firmly put his cup down only to glare at you both. His voice was calm but firm as he spoke and honestly he was just about to get a headache

"both off you stop it you are causing a scene!"

"shut up who asked you?! This isn't your business!"

The table became quiet after you yelled and bruno's eyes started to darken as he stared at you sternly, you twitched and felt a chill down your spine before you glanced at leone who simply let you go and turned his head away in annoyance

"you really fucked up this time, well maybe you will be more obedient after he's done with you"

His calm words made you stand up quickly only to feel a hand on your shoulder, you didn't dare look back but you can feel a warm breath tickling your neck.

"come. Let's talk, okay?"

You couldn't help but comply as the two of you walked to a room in the back. You didn't dare face the male as you walked and once the door closed you turned around only to feel bruno pin you against the wall with your hands above your head

"normally, I don't get into you and abbacchio's affairs since it's none of my business but you remember the deal right, little one?"

His calm voice sent you shivers but you gave a nod before reciting the rules that was made when you first joined the group

"i-i belong to leone, but for any reason any member of team bucciarati may punish me cause..cause.."

You stopped and looked down with a nervous expression before bruno forced you to lock eyes with him now smiling despite the sadistic nature pooling in his eyes

"because?"

"I'm the group dog, and dogs shouldn't disobey their owners"

Bruno petted your head before forcing you on your knees before he used sticky fingers to unzip your hands from your body. The feeling made you shudder and wince but you looked up for your orders

"suck it, but only use your mouth to get what you want"

You watched as bruno unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down but left his underwear on, with that he merely watch you coldly. You gulped before leaning forward and biting the waistband of his underwear and started to pull them down only to see his half hard cock spring out.

The sight made you drool before you started to lick his cock softly only to hear a sight of annoyance. He gripped your hair before shoving his cock down your throat

"come now, I know you aren't really a bad boy, so why are you being so stubborn? Did you just want to get punished by me? Did you truly miss my touch that much?"

His words were filled with sweetness as he ruthlessly fucked your mouth with little to no mercy, drool sopping down your face as you gagged and tried to speak only for to come out as garbbled muffled noises

"such a rude little thing, talking with your mouth full. Had abbacchio even been training you right? Looks like I have to do it myself."

You felt bruno grip the back of your head while he thrusted rapidly in and out your mouth watching as your eyes rolled back slightly both from choking and from bliss

You were absolutely hard and leaking precum but you couldn't even touch yourself even if you wanted to. You glanced up and saw bruno was starting to softly pant before a flustered expression was on his face.

He's so pretty..

The thought made you move closer now pressed your bulge against his leg, this action surprised him but he didn't stop fucking your mouth instead he simply brushed his leg against your aching cock

"you're..so hard- are you enjoying being used like this? So filthy. You really do like the attention even if it's the bad kind"

You whined softly only to feel bruno buck his hips filling your mouth with hot sticky cum, when he pulled back he was expecting you to swallow but what you did next truly made him go crazy

"d-daddy, please..it hurts so good"

Your desperate plea was accompanied with you opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue showing your cum coated tongue and mouth, a feral dominant side of bruno broke out when he saw this and before he could even think he was pushing you down on all fours and almost ripping your pants off as he pulled them down. His eyes landed on your ass before he couldn't help but lick his lips as a hunger started to form, he spread your ass cheeks only to lean forward and kiss your puckering hole which made you flinch.

"don't waste it- swallow it all like a good boy now, every last drop after all, abbacchio still hasn't gotten off isn't that right abbacchio?"

Shock filled your entire being as you looked up and saw the man in question looming over you. He must have slipped in while you were busy with bruno, how did you not notice?!

You gulped and felt the feelings of your hands return so you reached out and softly gripped the male's pants, your eyes softening only to be met back with a cold gaze and a light scoff

"I'm still pissed at you Cucciolo, so why don't you do you make it up to me right now, suck me off like you did bucciarati and we'll call it fair?"

Before you can respond a gasp and moan escaped your lips as you felt bruno shoved his tongue in your ass, you definitely was not expecting that.

Leone took this time to unzip his pants only for his cock to spring out, he softly gripped your face forcing to look at him before pushing his cock tip into your mouth roughly.

"I didn't think I'd get so hard watching you suck off bucciarati but it really did something for me, damn you really are a slut huh?"

Your mind was going fuzzy as you sucked leone's cock desperately, between bruno using his very talented tongue to eat you out from leone bucking his hips everytime you deepthroated him you were definitely going to cum.

"does the baby wish to cum? I don't know if you deserve that, maybe I should use sticky fingers to take that needy little dick of yours away"

Bruno's words shocked you as you felt him line his cock up to your entrance, you were given no warning as he slipping inside only to give a long sight from your tightness.

Your eyes rolled back as you bucked your hips only to feel leone shoving his cock so far down your throat that you gagged and looked at him in shock

"don't forget about me! Keep sucking"

You did as you were told and felt a hand slither into your pants before stroking you off, you glanced back at bruno who was simply smirking as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into your tight little hole while he pressed his thumb over your cock tip blocking the hole there.

"it would be fun to take it away, but at the same time I am curious about the sounds you make when you break, I've only heard them from behind a door isn't it only fair if I get to hear them in person"

His teasing tone was making your head spin as you felt him start to thrust in and out slowly, he was much different from leone who was rapidly fucking your mouth to the point where your jaw was starting to sting.

Bruno was a man who loved to see you cry and whine from how unbelievably slow he was going, he felt you try and slam your ass back to pick up the pace but he merely chuckled before stopping all together, he trailed his hands up your back before leaning over you with his hands on your shoulders

"you shouldn't be so eager, this is a punishment after all. Abbacchio are they always this desperate? I can't remember since it's been so long since I've had them wrapped around my cock"

Leone let out a pleased grunt as he watched you suck him off as if your life depended on it, when he heard bruno's question he gave a light scoff before he teasingly started to pull back only to have you whine and grip his leg tightly.

"it's like all he knows is cock, his ginger for it is absolutely disgusting. But it's so fucking hot when you fuck him til he can't think"

Leone's words were met with you giving a needy whine before willing your hips trying to get bruno to continue fucking you. Bruno now with a goal continued his thrusts being far more rough and determined to make you an utter mess.

Your needy moan was enough to make leone cum, he bucked his hips against your mouth before filling it up with cum. A low groan escaped him as he climaxed and he pulled out only to see your face which made him hard once more.

The face of pure pleasure as drool and cum dripped from your mouth and tongue which was sticking out like a dog. Despite having just sucked him off you were trying to reach out to pull his cock right back into your mouth.

"fuck, you're such a cock whore. You just want to milk me dry eh? Fine I'll give you your wish"

You felt leone shove your cock into your mouth once more just as bruno deeply thrusted into you hitting your prostate again and again. A loud muffled moan escaped you as you drooled all over leone's cock while he once again fucked your mouth. Your hips bucked wildly against bruno's hand who was still covering your cock hole this preventing you from the climax you very much needed.

"it's like your entire body is throbbing, I can feel you coming apart now. Sweet plaything won't you be a good boy and cry for daddy, sob your heart out cause it feels just So good"

Bruno was truly a sadist at heart as he roughly thrusts in and out of you before he pressed his mouth against your shoulder and suddenly bit you. This shocked both you and leone who released a low growl before gripping the back of your head and burying your face against him while he thrusts sloppily anger now bubbling inside him.

If bruno was just gonna mark you like that leone made it his mission to mark you even more, he watched as bruno sank his teeth deeper into your shoulder while fucking you with little mercy each moan vibrated leone's cock with pleasure.

Leone digged his nails Into the back of your neck earning a whimper from you, the feeling of pain and pleasure mixing beautifully and cause you to slowly lose feeling in your head. It was becoming fuzzy and a felt like it was becoming mush

"that's the face, fuck you know master loves when you make that face. Are we going too hard on you? Good. Let's break you like the slut you are"

Leone raked his nails along your neck as you felt bruno close to coming, in that moment he moved his thumb from your hole only to stroke you off rapidly, he released his teeth from your neck only to kiss the bruised and slightly blood mark.

"daddy..is ordering you to cum. Cum like the good boy I know you can be, fill your cute underwear with cum"

Bruno didn't have to tell you twice, all if took was once final thrusts on both boys parts and you were cumming harder than you ever have, leone pulled his cock out your mouth just to hear your very loud and needy sobs and cries as you cummed. Leone just couldn't help but cum all over that slutty face while bruno painted your insides white, he let's out a shaky sigh as he cummed not being as loud as you but also not holding back

Once done bruno pulled out only to see you collapse on the floor being a shaking drooling mess. You started to say nonsense babble as you tried to catch your breath, bruno couldn't help but chuckle before he pressed a soft kiss onto your back before he was sweet enough so pull your pants back up, leone simply kneeled down and picked your head up before licking your slobbery tongue now giving you a sloppy saliva filled kiss.

"are you gonna be a good boy now and do as you're told?"

To hear your excited agreement made the male relax but he glanced as bruno who was now fixing his clothes and trying to look presentable. When bruno caught leone staring he simply smiled at him before walking over and leaning down capturing leone's lips against his

Leone didn't really resist but he was shocked, he simply kissed back until bruno pulled away and licked his lips

"a small reward for letting me have my fun, come now the others must be waiting"

As he walked out leone couldn't help but chuckle as he looked back at your state, you were definitely in dumb mode which made it was easier to clean you up and bring you back out.

"it's not fair! Why can't [y/n] be bad to me so I can punish them!"

"as if you could narancia, you can barley yell at them without feeling bad"

"like you're any better!"

As mista and narancia started to argue over who would be better at punishing you giorno simply looked at you as you sat in leone's lap, sleepily kissing his neck while bruno watched you two with a small smile.

"hmm, hey mista? Explain more about the rules concerning them to me one more time"

It seems that giorno giovanna, wanted a turn with you next.

[geraskier-hell]

Warmth

Small one shot set in this universe, but that can be read as a stand alone as well, written for @geraskiersmutprompts‘s prompt warmth.

Special thank you to @lankygeralt for going over this fic and being super kind and supportive of my writing <33

Jaskier tries to revive the last embers of the fire in their room with a fire iron, but the red sparkles that light up aren't enough to start the flame again.

"We're going to freeze to death tonight," he mutters with a final glance to their only source of warmth.

"I've slept in worse temperatures," Geralt replies. He has already slumped on the bed, lying on his stomach while he hugs the pillow. 

"We've been sleeping outside all week, now that we finally had some coin, I was hoping to sleep with a cosy fire to warm me up. Why did the owner of the inn have to finish all his wood tonight of all nights? I hope my fingers won't freeze off."

Jaskier admits defeat and moves away from the fireplace, hiding under the covers with his clothes still on.

"Stop exaggerating, your fingers won't freeze off," Geralt mumbles with his eyes closed.

"Wanna see?" Jaskier scoffs. He moves near Geralt and slides his hands under the witcher's shirt. Geralt hisses, whipping his head around to glare at him. "What did I tell you?" Jaskier grins with too much satisfaction.

Geralt clicks his tongue and turns his head again. "Stay on your side of the bed." 

"Nope," Jaskier replies and hugs Geralt from behind, caging him between his arms and legs.

"Jaskier," Geralt growls in a voice that is a mixture of annoyance and threatening.

"How about you think of a way to keep me warm?" Jaskier's words are playful, but behind them there is a subtle hint of arousal that Geralt picks up immediately. 

"You could have said it from the start."

After so many months spent travelling together during the day and fucking at night, there is no hesitation in Geralt's touch when he turns around and presses Jaskier on the mattress. Jaskier smirks against his lips before wrapping his arms around Geralt's neck and bringing him down for a kiss. That contact alone is enough to start a fire in his chest, warming him up from the inside, all the way up to his cheeks that turn crimson in a matter of seconds. 

Geralt nibbles his bottom lip, teasingly pulling it before rolling his tongue inside. His body pressed on Jaskier's is comforting and familiar, no matter how many times Jaskier feels it on himself, he keeps wanting more, keeps craving for the intimate touches they share at night. He has always been secretly yearning for it, even before coming clean about his real feelings, and now he can't get enough of it.

He forces Geralt to put more of his weight on him, hugging his middle while their tongues move together. Geralt grunts but complies, settling on him so that he's covering Jaskier's entire body with his own. Every inch of him is pressed on Jaskier, even his groin, slowly hardening as they kiss.

Jaskier hums in satisfaction and bucks his hips upwards to get some friction. Geralt smirks against his lips, fully aware of Jaskier's desire, but for the moment he simply moves his lips down his neck, kissing and softy biting the skin.

"Fuck," Jaskier moans when Geralt nibbles on his collar bones. 

"In due time," Geralt replies with another kiss.

Jaskier groans and closes his eyes as Geralt lifts the hem of his shirt. He hisses when the cold air hits his skin, but melts under Geralt's touch when his lover starts pressing his mouth on his stomach. His lips are warm and soft, hungry for him and possessive, leaving marks all over his chest. Jaskier can only squirm and moan under that insatiable mouth, biting and licking, setting Jaskier's body even more ablaze. 

With his lip caught between his teeth, Jaskier lets Geralt cover his chest in wet kisses until he moves away to retrieve the vial of oil in the bag at the feet of the bed. When he turns to look at him, a whine leaves Jaskier's throat. Geralt's eyes are black and full of desire, his pants tenting, and his lips red from all the kisses he has left on the bard.

"Hurry up," Jaskier finds himself begging.

Geralt just smirks and settles between Jaskier's legs again. He pushes Jaskier's trousers down, and the bard's cock bounces free, hard and ready for release.

"Always so eager," Geralt mumbles, tracing the length with his finger.

"Always for you," Jaskier purrs, biting back a hiss. 

Geralt's features morphe in satisfaction and want, capturing Jaskier's lips before coating his fingers with the oil. Jaskier bites his index finger while Geralt works him open, whining and pushing down on him, always more restless.

By now, the previous cold has completely melted away, replaced by a lustful fire that is consuming him from the inside. His face feels hot, and every part of his skin that Geralt is touching is a little bonfire that burns in the dark of the night. 

"Geralt," Jaskier whines again, cock leaking on his stomach.

Geralt thrusts his fingers inside again, drawing a moan out of Jaskier and then moves up to lick Jaskier's ear.

"Are you still cold?" he whispers in a voice that makes Jaskier's cock twitch.

"Yes, this isn’t enough," Jaskier pants, already struggling to keep his eyes open.

Geralt hums, pleased by the answer and removes his fingers from Jaskier's ass. He pulls his pants down just enough to free his cock that he coats in oil. Jaskier watches him with a watery mouth, hole twitching at the expected pleasure.

He doesn't have to wait for more than a few seconds as Geralt lines himself up and pushes inside. He is careful and slow, but his body is trembling for the effort of taking his time. Jaskier's hole stretches wider as it welcomes him, clenching around him almost unconsciously.

"Fuck," Geralt mutters, scrunching up his eyebrows.

He looks so far gone too, eyes burning with the same fire consuming Jaskier, a deep wanton running through both.

"Just move," Jaskier begs, and he doesn't have to ask twice.

Geralt stops only for a few seconds when he bottoms out, panting hard before starting to slowly fuck Jaskier. 

His thrusts are precise, meant to satisfy them both. He knows exactly where to hit to make Jaskier cry out his name, and it doesn’t take long for the bard to do so. He moans every time Geralt hits his prostate, pleasure rising inside him. He closes his eyes as he follows Geralt's movements, hips uncontrollably meeting Geralt's. He is an absolute mess already, lips parted and cock oozing precum. He slides his hands in Geralt's hair, tugging at it and getting a low growl as reward.

He smirks and does it again, and this time the result is even better. Geralt thrusts harder into him, pounding on his prostate so strongly that he feels himself already on the edge.

"Geralt, don't stop, please," he begs, his mind struggling to remember what words are.

Geralt immediately complies, panting hard on top of him. Jaskier opens his eyes only to be rendered speechless by the sight. He whines when he sees Geralt's blown wide pupils, a feral light in them that makes him feel wanted in the most honest of ways.

He pulls Geralt down for a kiss, tongues sloppily meeting and saliva drooling down his chin. Geralt rams into him again, and so close to the edge, Jaskier wraps a hand around his cock and starts stroking himself.

"Geralt," he cries out again when their mouths part, and as his lover hits his prostate again, he comes with a high-pitched moan, cum spilling on him and Geralt.

His hole tightens and Geralt grunts, fucking him through his orgasm before thrusting hard inside him one last time and painting his insides with his hot cum, cock pulsating as his release washes over him.

Afterwards, Jaskier basks in the warmth covering him. He rubs Geralt's back and nuzzles his hair, loving the way the witcher snuggles closer. 

"Much better," he mumbles. 

"I agree," Geralt replies, burying his soft cock deeper inside Jaskier.

The bard whines, a shiver coursing through his body. "Aren't you going to move?"

"Gotta keep myself warm," Geralt replies in a sleepy voice.

Jaskier bites his bottom lip, cock twitching with need again.

He certainly isn't going to feel cold tonight.