#i’m painting my nails a good red as a reward

[adaine-party-wizard]

sometimes i think im actually like fine and then i do a bad job at one thing and spend the next several hours having rolling panic attacks

[anonymous-dentist]

For @/kick-my-teeth-in as a Campaign Reward :D

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Cellbit is, quite unfortunately, gay. As in, he likes men. He’s even married to a man, believe it or not, somehow, and it’s awesome, but-

Melissa is, quite unfortunately, a woman. She’s also currently straddling Cellbit and pinning him to a sticky bar stool with one hand slowly dragging sharp red-painted acrylics down the side of his face and the other caressing his greasy hair like she’s petting a kitten and not a grown-ass man. Her lips, as red as her nails, are pressed to the underside of his jaw just as they have been for the past ten-odd minutes since she’d gotten off the stage.

“This really isn’t doing anything for me,” Cellbit sighs, because it isn’t, because he isn’t into women. “Like, you do know that I am gay, right?”

“Estúpido,” Melissa breathes, “so am I.”

Surely Melissa sees what’s so weird about a lesbian stripper flirting aggressively with an asexual gay man; Cellbit doesn’t like to generalize, but he’s pretty sure that lesbians don’t usually go for men like him without a good reason, and he can only imagine what kind of amazing reason she’s got to be sitting on him like this for so long.

“I’m married?” Cellbit tries.

And Melissa lifts her head to look at him through amused, lidded eyes.

“So am I,” she says, and then she’s kissing his face again, and all Cellbit can think is that her wife must be a very happy woman because, if Melissa was a man and if Cellbit wasn’t already married to the most wonderful handsome beautiful and perfect man in the world, then she might be his type.

[hey-august]

Reader saying prompt #5 to Buggy who responds with #34 please? 🥵🥵 Your stuff is just *chef's kiss* of this clown smut and I love it 🧡🧡🧡

Ohhhhh, thank you, anon!! ❤️❤️ Sorry this took so long, but I hope it's worth the wait!

Prompts: “I can’t…it’s too much.” “I’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name.” Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, buggy x GN!reader, oral m receiving, all parties are consenting adults Word count: ~677

the burn in your chest increases, heat creeping up and burning your throat. buggy pulls out and you gasp for air. the hand in your hair tightens and tilts your head back. you wince as the tension in your neck adds to the scratch in your throat. shifting on your knees, you look up at the pirate.

buggy takes a moment to admire the masterpiece he’s creating. your face is smeared with his face paint, with trails left by spit and tears. he rubs his cock along your swollen lips, gliding precum that you slip a tongue out to taste.

“again” he hardly waits for your response before sliding back into your mouth and pushing into your throat. 

shoving past the contractions, he continues until your lips touch the base of his thick cock. you meet his pelvis with a kiss that buggy leans into. his balls stick to your spit-coated chin and your nose presses into his skin. 

your head is swimming. you like this depraved closeness and you want more, but your body can’t hold out. you nudge against the hand holding you in place and buggy relaxes his hold. 

“i can’t…it’s too much” you say, lips wrapped around his leaking tip. you still want him. to feel him inside.

buggy notices a trace of red around the base of his cock. a beautifully filthy detail from the transfer of paint from his face to yours, through aggressive passionate kisses, then from your face back to his body. it lit an insatiable possessive fire in his body. 

once again, he tilts your face upwards, prompting you to open your mouth wide. his cock bounces on your outstretched tongue as it throbs with apprehension. a thread of spit and sex keeps him tethered to you.

“i’m going to fuck you until the only thing you remember is my name,” buggy promises, “until the only thing you taste is me”

a whiney groan escapes your open mouth. hungry and needy.

buggy fills the space, thrusting into you sloppily. he fucks your face, the tip of his cock teasing the back of your throat. 

you tried to keep your mouth open and tongue out for as long as you could, letting the wet sounds grow louder than his grunts of pleasure, but it wasn’t enough for you. you wrap your mouth around him and bring up a hand to cradle his heavy balls. 

as much as you want to tell buggy how good he feels, how he tastes, how you want him to keep using your mouth like this, you settle for sharing your enthusiasm and desire through touch. using your other hand, you squeeze and caress his thigh. you drag your nails and trail up the skin before slipping around to his ass. resisting the urge to pull him into you harder, you grope and massage the soft flesh. the touch is rewarded with a drawn out groan and stuttered movements. 

you feel the tension in buggy increase in every place you can - his balls tighten, his grip increases, his muscles flex - everything signals his rapidly approaching climax. adjusting slightly, you strain to look up and watch him unravel.

buggy breaks under your unexpected focus. it was enough to watch his cock disappear into your mouth, but to see you eager and excited to watch his pleasure snaps the thread in his body. bullying himself as deep as he could, buggy curls inwards and releases his load.

you stay still, letting him ride out the orgasm while you collect his cum. as each shot slows down, you cautiously swallow what was already threatening to escape down your throat. you wait until he pulls out entirely to finish what’s left, before opening your mouth to show him it’s empty.

buggy drags his hand from the back of his head to your cheek. he slips his thumb into your vacant mouth and tugs at your cheek.

“you still want more, don’t you?” a rogue hand slips between your legs, finally delivering touches to where you’ve been neglected. 

“yes, buggy”

(prompt list)

[bansept]

See Me As I Am

[Part 5]

Well, well, WELL

It's been more than a year since the last update, and I'm deeply sorry for this! We all know at this point I'm not the best at updating stories hahahaha

But, here you go! A chapter from a long lost story AND it's a NSFW warning! Although a small one, but still good eh?

Oh, btw, did you know there were specific models of androids in Detroit Become Human? No? Well, here's the proof.

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Past choice: Go to the bedroom

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Entering next phase

Her breath was short, mouth busy pouring kisses on his while he carried her all the way to her room, his strong arms sheltering her pliant body against his hard one. Ichigo felt her nails scrape the back of his neck, clenching the short hair with a tender grip, urging him to get them upstairs faster. He complied, rushing to the point he almost tripped in his run. Orihime stopped kissing him to giggle, the android grumbling an apology, straightening his back. His circuits felt loose, his skin overheating, his fake heart beating the same old rhythm, yet he never felt so good.

Ichigo carefully placed her down on her bed, a hand reaching for the light to turn it on, but was stopped by the young woman, her eyes shining with a mix of mischief and affection.

“Don’t turn it on.” Her voice was squeaky, much certainly due to the kissing session she had just gotten out of, her breath catching in her throat.

“Alright.” Ichigo smiled, returning his hands to her body, gently massaging her feet, calves, and knees.

Orihime’s body twitched in anticipation, her hips instinctively raising a few degrees up while she buried her face in her arm, laughing in the material of her sweater. The sound, Ichigo discovered, amplified his smile to the point of almost feeling pain. The android drove his hands further up, brushing her hips.

“Orihime..?”

“What’s wrong?” She answered, understanding the shift of tone as one of warning.

“I, well…” Ichigo lowered his mouth to kiss the tiny patch of belly skin showing from a gap in her clothing. “I am not equipped for sexual intercourse.”

Orihime stared at him questioningly for a moment, not understanding. Her brows were furrowed but her blush was still painting her cheeks red. Ichigo kept pecking her stomach, waiting for a reaction to blossom. After 32 seconds of silence, Orihime blushed a deep crimson, her mouth opening to stutter.

“O-oh, I, I didn’t know that…”

Her embarrassment was endearing, and Ichigo laid himself next to her on the freshly made bed, chuckling as her eyes looked around the room, everywhere, except him. Gently, he picked up her hand, placing it on his chest so she could feel his steady heartbeat.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.” He whispered, tone more serious as his other hand caressed her sides, and thighs and slowly traveled to the zipper of her sweater. The fabric was thick enough for her not to feel the way his synthetic skin felt but every digit moving closer made her tremble in excitement.

“What… What about you?”

Slowly, carefully, lovingly, the fabric was opened, revealing her long-sleeved pajama top that was riding up her flat stomach, as well as her pajama bottom. Ichigo looked back at her, grinning.

“I’m going to make sure you’re satisfied. That will be my reward.” His voice was lower than usual, heavy with desire for her, but also desire to pleasure her. Orihime blushed even deeper, her face taking the color of a beetroot, yet she nodded, giving him her full consent. The hand still on his chest slid up to his face, caressing his cheek as the other was helping him lower her bottoms.

The information downloaded on the internet to please her was very helpful : where to go, how fast to turn his tongue, how deeply for her to feel filled in the best pleasant way, how to make her lose her grip on reality with a good technique. Her expressions, the way her eyes would shut and her mouth open, her hands gripping his hair with force, her legs wrapping around his shoulders as she moaned out his name.

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Ichigo decided to let Orihime rest and sleep in when the morning came. With no outside obligations, such as work or heading back to town, and taking into account how exhausted she was rendered after their time together, it was only beneficial for her to stay in bed.

He did as he always did in the morning : cleaning out the kitchen and the bathroom, making sure the laundry was either washing or drying, ironing a few clothes, arranging the living room, tending to the fire, and of course, preparing the meals.

Dixie was sitting by Ichigo as he stirred the noodles the android had been cooking, her little eyes scanning with almost impeccable accuracy the spots where Ichigo had willingly dropped a few chicken slices. He chuckled, hearing the dog whimper in protest, as if begging him to give him all of the food.

A few knocks resonated against the wood of the entrance door. Dixie immediately barked, turning away from her spot by the stove to trot to the door, Ichigo following her after turning the fire off.

Mindful to not let Dixie out, he opened the door to meet a pair of bloodshot brown eyes staring at him in surprise, a young man with black hair tied up in a bun, not successfully hiding a bouquet of flowers behind his back, a 3 days-old beard covering his face in an unattractive and dirty way.

“You..? Who are you? Where’s Orihime?”

Ichigo looked at him, the courteous smile he had plastered on his face wavering slightly. The real question was who this man was, who clearly thought arriving uninvited on a Sunday morning with flowers would get him a passing grade. Especially to surprise a single woman who lived alone. Ichigo quickly blinked.

“I am sorry, Miss Inoue is not available right now. Might I know your identity?” He asked back, voice a happy neutral.

The man stared at him dumbly, his eyes widening as his pupils expanded unnaturally. Ichigo processed the change at lightning speed while the man seemed momentarily lost.

“I, uh, thought she was living alone? I mean, except for this pest of a dog she has.” He sputtered, sweaty hand rubbing his forearm, the sound of the flowers rubbing against the plastic interfering with the semblance of calm Ichigo was hoping to sell.

“As you can see, she does not. Might I know your identity?”

The man coughed openly, not even turning away from Ichigo, and held out the flowers threateningly.

“Jim Samuels. And you better remember that, ya trash can! Get it? Now where is she? I wanna talk to her.”

Dixie started to growl menacingly, for a dog of her size, Ichigo still kept her inside the house, fighting the urge to glare at the man with disgust. By an unlucky strike of fate, if it ever existed, Orihime’s calm life was incessantly interrupted by men trampling her tranquility, threatening her already fragile health with their stalking. Ichigo kept his hand on the door, not even staring at the bouquet Jim was holding out.

“For the last time, Mr. Samuels, Miss Inoue is not available right now. I am sorry, but you will have to wait for her to contact you, if she wants to accept your flowers.” The man coughed again, thicker this time, his eyebrows furrowing darkly. “My apologies, I must return to my work. Have a nice day, sir.”

The plastic smile was easy to stretch on his lips, his face morphing into the sympathetic mask his program automatically played after such a response. Jim stared at the closing door, looking almost pitiful. He turned around, mumbling curses, hurriedly closing his jacket to protect himself from the rain the weather reports had announced 4 hours and 18 minutes ago. From his pocket stumbled a transparent small zipper plastic bag, the size to fit in a palm, a red solid substance inside of it attracting the android’s gaze. Jim didn’t notice his loss, immediately running under the rain. Ichigo didn’t call him back.

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Choices : 

1- Pick up the sachet

OR

2- Leave it there

[doequccn]

FATE GRAND ORDER DIALOGUE: SABER VER. PART THREE.

❛ Beautiful swords are worth keeping. ❜    ❛ The dream will end here. ❜    ❛ It was all a dream,  naught but a withered flower. ❜    ❛ I only wish I could protect you in your dreams too. ❜     ❛ I was never one to grow attached, but this time it’s different  … ❜     ❛ If it’s for you, I feel like I would do anything. ❜     ❛ Honor will be upon you if you can endure it. ❜     ❛ Sometimes I want nothing more than to strangle myself. ❜     ❛ If you stand in my way, I’ll show you no mercy. ❜     ❛ Let me see you  …  one last time. ❜     ❛ N – No.  I have no right to see you  …  ❜     ❛ I’ve known love so passionate it has scalded my body. ❜     ❛ I can’t allow myself to hold a grudge. ❜     ❛ It was immature of me not to forgive you. ❜     ❛ Perhaps I’m cursed in some way. ❜     ❛ I’ve not only gotten cuter, but smarter too! ❜     ❛ Sorry to keep you waiting! ❜     ❛ He’s my ideal prince! ❜     ❛ Don’t you think you’re being too nice? ❜     ❛ Am I getting too arrogant? ❜     ❛ Until you get tired of me, I’ll accompany you. ❜     ❛ This is a battle to save the world. ❜     ❛ But now,  there is no doubt in my mind. ❜     ❛ You’re so warm hearted, it reminds me of sunlight. ❜     ❛ I really wanna change. ❜     ❛ Time to show off a dance so lit it’ll make the flowers wilt! ❜     ❛ That was close  …  I almost chipped my nails  …  ❜     ❛ Hm? I’m getting too close?  What are you talking about? ❜     ❛ I guess the human world’s not half – bad if there’s someone who is kind to me. ❜     ❛ I’ll leave the hard thinking and stuff to you. ❜     ❛ I knew summer was the worst  … Ungh!  ❜     ❛ Can I have some ice cream as a reward? ❜     ❛ It’s so hot  …  I don’t wanna move  …  I hate summer. ❜     ❛ Good gried, you’re a grown man, don’t you have even a bit of shame? ❜     ❛ The best relationship is one where they can communicate without having to speak. ❜     ❛ Dare not let me unsheathe this sword,  lest I paint the field red. ❜     ❛ I’d rather not see you lose an eye. ❜     ❛ Foe identified.  Moving in. ❜     ❛ Allow me to formally tell you: this blade and body of mine are at your disposal. You have proven yourself worthy of this right. And I’m confident you will never abuse the privilege. ❜     ❛ The only thing left is for me to offer you my lifeI will never be mislead by anyone anymore. ❜ ❛ You don’t have to be so desperately in love with me. ❜     ❛ Maybe I’ll get a little more serious. ❜     ❛ Pardon me! Sorry about that! ❜     ❛ It only takes an instant to fall in love. ❜     ❛ Oh?  Don’t you think you’re getting a little arrogant? ❜     ❛ I’m only being myself,  so why must all the men flock to me? ❜     ❛ I am a single flower that can’t help but attract others. ❜     ❛ I am very away of my body’s value and power. ❜     ❛ But what can you offer me in exchange? ❜     ❛ Tropical fruits are nice. Maybe I’ll have it in a cocktail. ❜

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[sugawarassoulmate]

Hey! I recently found your blog and I've been absolutely loving your work!

May I please request Sakusa x attaboy 🍑 and Iwaizumi x attaboy 🍑 pls and thankyou!

(PS- I'll reblog this to my haikyuu nsfw blog once I set it up fully)

thank you so much! i'll do iwaizumi!

words: 700

cw: fem!reader, dom!reader, sub!iwaizumi, restraints, orgasm denial, objectification minors dni

dating a strong, intimidating man like iwaizumi was always a welcomed challenge. he was quick to anger, incredibly stubborn, and loved to prove his strength by pushing you down and fucking your brains out—just because he can.

which is why moments like these were so rewarding. you had him tied to a chair, his face cradled in your hands watching as he gasped every time your hips dropped to meet his. you were missing him all day, pouting when he left to work this morning. “i can’t be late, doll, the guys need me” he said. but you needed him more.

so when he finally returned home, a little sweaty and very tired, it was your opportunity to pounce. he gets so tired sometimes that he’ll let you do anything to him. anything.

“your cock feels so good, haji,” you breathe, nails digging into his shoulders. iwa winces below you baring his teeth when you squeeze down on him. “but that’s what you’re here for, yeah? just a fat cock to make me cum.”

your words make him growl, arms flexing in a feeble attempt to reach for you. oh, but if he wanted he could break your little restraints. but that would make him a bad boy and iwa liked to be good for you. you weren’t sure how many times he was about to cum and you ruined it for him—squeezing down at the base of his cock or pulling off of him completely. each time his breathing became harsher and he grew redder in the face.

“what’s the matter?” there are stray tears running down his handsome face, his eyes screwed shut as he tries not to cum. you haven’t given him permission yet.

“baby, please, lemme cum in you,” he whines, head lolling back when you start grinding against him. he cries out when you pick up your pace, using him as your little fuck toy to get yourself off. “oh, fuck, baby! feels s’good. lemme fill you up, want you full of my cum—”

he’s so pretty like this. a whole mess served up on a silver platter just for you. right as he’s about to burst, you lift your hips. his cock slips from your cunt, slapping against his stomach. you laugh when iwa cries, legs shaking as he’s denied another release.

“i get to cum first, haji,” you snap, raking your fingernails down his thighs just to see him wince. “it’s what i deserve after you left me this morning,” his cock is red and sensitive that even the slightest touch has his whole body convulsing.

iwa starts whining, shaking his head from side to side. “i’ll make you cum, baby! use me, i’m yours, i’ll be good!” if his friends could see him now—their formidable athletic trainer crumbled into a pile of mush. climbing back into his lap, you sink yourself on his cock once more, your hand wrapped around his throat.

“make me cum, haji, wanna make a mess on you. maybe then you can cum inside me, ok?” iwa nods feverishly and you’re feeling so generous tonight that you might actually let him do it.

“i’m just your fucking toy, pretty, use me…” he whines, using all of his effort to lift his hips to meet yours. “i love you so much!”

you can feel him in your stomach, rearranging your insides. he always fucks you best when he’s desperate for it. “love you too…” you breathe, feeling your release building. every inch of your body feels like it’s vibrating when you finally cum, walls creaming around iwa’s cock with so much force he nearly slips out.

he can’t help it, he knows you haven’t given him permission yet but your grip on him is so tight. with an apology on his lips, iwa spills deep inside your cunt. thick ropes paint your walls, spilling from the sides. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry…”

both of you are sticky and sweaty, your move the hair plastered to his forehead and smile. “look at the mess you’ve made, haji,” you say, grabbing his chin so he can stare down at where the two of you are connected. “now you gotta clean me up…”

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[sasspan]

summary: tory and robby in a red convertible, 4x08

wordcount: ~1.6k

notes: rated t for teenage kissing 🤡

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“Hopefully it’s all dry by then.” Tory tucked the sales tag back into the collar of her dress.

She could feel Robby’s gaze following the movement of her hand, could feel it tracing along the lines of her shoulder and neck.

 But when she glanced up, he was staring at her right in the eye.

 The dress clung damply to her skin. The pool water had washed the curls out of her hair and the makeup from her face. And he was still looking at her with that dopey-soft expression, like he had on the dance floor and in the pool.

 Tory knew that expression. Sort of. Usually it was tinged with this kind of…reverence. Like, oh my God, I can’t believe I’m with Tory, she’s so badass and scary and cool and sexy.

 But with Robby there was none of that. Just the warmth of his eyes and the playful purse of his lips. Like he was trying not to smile. Or trying not to kiss her.

 The lights from the fair painted him gold and green. The words were spilling from her mouth before she could think twice. “I guess we should get our money’s worth.”

 It was half-challenge, half-invitation. He’d probably back down now, anyway. It was really too bad; she’d always sort of wondered what it would be like to—

 Robby leaned forward.

 Wait. He was actually making a move?

 For a moment Tory was still, wide-eyed; then his fingers touched her jaw and she was moving forward too, the easiest thing in the world.

 They met in the middle. The kiss was surprisingly chaste, all things considered, but still...nice.

 Robby pulled away after a few seconds, his lips curling into a little smile, like he knew he’d caught her by surprise. Annoyance twinged, and her own competitive spirit kicked in. He’d decided to strike first?

 Fine. She’d strike back, hard.

 Tory twisted, throwing a leg over the seats and slipping into his lap. She savored the sound of his sharp inhale. Who was caught off guard now?

 This new position had her taller than him, and she braced herself on the back of his seat, caging him in. He was looking up at her, his eyes all big and dark and wanting, his palm sliding along her waist, searing-hot through her dress.

 Tory leant down, kissed him again. Her hair pooled around their shoulders in a chlorine-scented curtain. Her hand found the side of his neck—so vulnerable—and she eased into him, settling on his lap.

 Robby’s mouth moved languidly against hers. He was a good kisser, if a little slower than she was used to. His teeth caught her bottom lip—not quite a bite, but enough to make her shiver. She retaliated by running her nails against the nape of his neck and was rewarded with a soft gasp. There. That would teach him…

 But even that little victory drifted away, and then it was just pure sensation; the heat of his mouth, the friction of his hand as it moved along her hip, the smell of pool water and crushed calla lilies. Seconds melted together, one after the other, the sounds and lights of their surroundings fading to nothing for a long, long while.

 It was impossible to tell who broke away first this time. Maybe both of them at once. They stayed close for few moments, their breaths mingling, before Robby laid his head on her shoulder and she rested her own cheek on his temple.

 Bit by bit, the noise of the fair meandered back into focus. A breeze came by and cooled her flushed skin. Robby’s chest rose and fell against hers as their breathing slowed down.

  “Nice earrings,” he murmured after several minutes. The words were a billow of warm air against her throat.

 “What?” Tory’s voice came out all raspy. “Oh, thanks.”

 She’d worn her snake earrings tonight. A reminder to Miguel and Sam and everyone else that she was as much a Cobra Kai at a dance as she was in a fight.

 Robby’s hand came up to touch one now. His knuckles grazed her jaw and she nearly flinched at the feeling, the electric shock of it down her spine. She shifted back, away from him.

 Tory met his gaze and immediately wished she hadn’t; his eyes were still so dark, his face still so reddened. She was suddenly, intensely aware of their position. She was straddling him, her knees bracketing his waist, their hips flush. How many times had she pinned him like this during practice? It felt so different now. It was so different.

 All at once, it was too much, too fast. She eased off of him, rolling back into her own seat.

 “Need a minute,” she said by way of explanation.

 “Sure.” Robby still sounded a little out of breath. Tory leaned against the passenger door and studied herself in the side-view mirror to keep from looking at him. Her hair was even more messed up than before, and what little lipstick had remained after her swim in the pool was now smudged past saving.

 She turned her head very slightly. Robby was leaning back in his seat, staring up at the sky as the lights played across his face.

 After a moment, Tory mimicked his position. He slid her a smile but made no move to kiss her again; she wasn’t sure if she was more relieved or disappointed.

 For a while she watched the fair in front of them. The ride closest to the car was one of those swinging hammer ones that she’d loved when she was younger. The delighted screams of the riders crescendoed up and down as the hammer swung towards them and then away.

 “This is a nice place,” she said. “How did you hear about it?”

 “Kenny told me.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Some girl in his class wanted to take him here.”

 Tory snorted. “And here I thought he’d be one of those kids who never went on a date until he was, like, thirty.”

 Robby laughed even as he nudged her shoulder with his. “Hey. That’s my student you’re talking about.”

 She studied him from the corner of her eye. He had that fond expression that he always did whenever he was with Kenny. Tory had had her doubts about the kid in the beginning, but she had to admit; Robby had done a great job whipping him into shape.

 And he was good with Kenny too. She’d seen it herself, the way they joked around, the easy laughter, how Robby was always instinctively stepping in front of Kenny, like a shield. Maybe he was just one of those guys who got along with kids. Maybe he’d get along with Brandon—

 No. Stop. Tory clamped down on the train of thought with sudden panic. What the fuck? What was she thinking? Let Robby meet Brandon? She hadn’t even introduced Miguel to Brandon, and she’d gone out with him for months.

 She drove the edge of one blunt fingernail into her thigh, the pain helping her ground herself. Obviously, she was all…hormonal or whatever from their kiss and was thinking crazy thoughts.

 What had she said before, when she’d asked him to prom? Strictly a tactical move.

 Yeah, that had worked out well.

 Tory inhaled carefully. She didn’t need this. She clearly wanted this more than she’d thought. But what she needed was to focus on the All Valley. To become a champion.

 And after that…who knew?

 She made a show of pulling out her phone and checking the time. Shit, it was already almost midnight. Well, at least that made this next part easier. She said, “It’s getting pretty late.”

 “Yeah?” He shifted to look at her phone. “Huh. Good thing we don’t have practice tomorrow.”

 “Yeah.” Tory ran her finger over a crack on her phone screen. “I still need to wake up pretty early, though.”

 “Oh, yeah. Gotta return the dress.”

 She almost sighed with relief. “Right.”

 “I can drop you home now if you want.” He’d picked her up from a park near the dojo at the beginning of the night.

 “That’d be great, thanks.”

 Robby bent and rummaged for the car keys in the door handle. The mood had flattened out into something that was—not uncomfortable, definitely, but more business-like. Professional.

 For a moment, she really wished she didn’t have to leave.

 Tory pushed the feeling away and looked down at her lap, rubbing the hemline of her dress between her fingers. The fabric was still kind of damp, even after a ride in an open-top convertible and all the time they’d spent here. She resigned herself to blasting it with a hairdryer the next morning.

 When she looked up, Robby was watching her again. Not like he had before, when he’d kissed her, but with that sort of amused fondness, like he had with Kenny.

 He said, “Still gotta dry, huh?”

 “Yeah.” Tory shrugged. “Wish I could keep it, but…” It was a pretty dress, but the refund money would be better spent on rent or utilities.

 “I don’t know. No big loss,” he said. At her questioning look, he elaborated, “The dress is nice and all. But for what it’s worth…” And there it was, that flicker of something else in his eyes, his voice—playful and warm and wanting. “I think you look better in your gi anyways.”

 Tory stared at him. Her mouth was very dry. “Lucky you.”

 Robby’s eyes twinkled faintly as he smiled. “Lucky me,” he agreed, and started the car.

[mutigold]

∞ teacher’s pet — i.n.

summary: in which the top student fails a test and gets extra help from his favorite professor.

pairing: student!jeongin x teacher!reader

genre: college!au

warning: sub!jeongin, dom!reader, pet play, noona kink, exhibitionism, handjob, ear licking, humiliation, quirofilia, seduction, he still has his braces.

word count: 1.9k

authors note: i really don’t know where this idea came from, but all i know is subby jeongin = 🤤. thank you for supporting me! watching people like my little writings really make my day.. hope y’all enjoy this <3. stream “Going Dumb”!

“would anyone like to explain what it means to be dependent on an organism?”

jeongin’s eyes concentrated on you, as he listened to your voice encompassing the leveled platform. today’s lecture was based on the living organisms in the world and you seemed to be determined for everyone to learn the curriculum.

however, jeongin could not focus on anything except your figure. you were wearing a white skin-tight turtleneck and black formal pants that emphasize your ass. all topped off with a large suit jacket and black louis vuitton heels.

it overall made his heart jump for joy just enjoying the view.

he thought about how those heels would look wrapped around his waist as he pounds into you; screaming his name. or maybe how your tiny hand would slip around his throat as he begs for your come.

“mr. yang?”

jeongin quickly snaps out of his trance to hear you calling his name. and not in the way he wanted.

you looked up at him with sad eyes, upset at him for not paying attention to your favorite lesson. “what’s going through that head yours? is it more important than organisms?”

he quickly fixed his posture, shaking his head rapidly, and responded with, “n—no, i’m sorry noona. i just was thinking too hard about something. i’ll promise to listen from now on.”

you hummed with caution, continuing the biological lecture. the student sighs gratefully for you letting him go off easily and tries to at least take some notes.

“yo, i.n. you okay?” a familiar voice whispered.

jeongin turns to see his two close friends, seungmin and felix, staring down at him in question. “yeah, you seem a little off today.”

confirming he says, “uh. y—yeah; i’m okay.”

“mhmm. okay with staring professor y/n down huh?” felix smirks.

the heat on i.n. 's cheeks becomes noticeable when hearing about his staring. he then tries to ignore the statement by writing his name and the current date in his notebook.

“leave him alone felix. he’s just probably having some problems with the lesson; you should perhaps ask noona for help.” seungmin tries to intervene.

“yeah; i mean, maybe noona can also help you with other problems. if you know what i mean.” felix grins bumping jeongin’s arm.

“f—felix!”

“boys?! care to tell us what is so interesting other than my lesson?” your voice suddenly booms throughout the room. jeongin jumps at your tone and begins to apologize again once making you soften.

“that’s alright, but please pay attention. oh, and jeongin, stay after class for a few minutes to speak with me.”

he didn’t know what to think at that moment; with felix oohing in one of his ears and seungmin trying to shush him in his other or the fact that you wanted to talk to privately.

alone, with no one around, made his mind officially shut down.

“you wanted to speak with me noona?”

you shifted around to see jeongin’s stiff form; then took note of how nervous he looked and gave him a light smile. “hey, kiddo. i just wanted to see how you were doing lately.” you wished to see some type of relief release through him.

but unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

he still looked kind of anxious to speak with you, letting you know how intimidating you seemed. “hey it’s all good, you're not in trouble or anything, i promise. i’ve noticed how you’ve been acting recently in my class and how your scores dropped a little,” you reassured.

“ai! i’m so sorry noona!”

you giggle at the student’s consistent apologies. in your mind, you thought how cute he was; like a puppy aching to gain approval from its owner.

maybe you could make him as your puppy and work hard for that admiration.

immediately, you shake your head from the naughty images. ever since the semester started a few months ago, your thoughts almost ran around yang jeongin.

how his pretty smile, concealed by clear braces, shined at your speaking, how his crescent-shaped eyes followed your every move; making you feel sexy, how large and veiny his arms grew over time within the season, etc.

“that’s alright, jeongin. i just want you to feel comfortable in my lectures. how about this, you and i have a session later this evening to cover the material for the next exam. what do you think pup’?” you offering, accidentally calling him by the pet name you gave him.

after catching the tiny nickname, jeongin clumsy drops his possessions while feeling something swell in his pants. he begins to overthink the word. pup’? why did that sound so nice coming out of your mouth? and how was he gonna hide the fact that his dick got hard in the middle of their conversation?

“i–i’m sorry!”

“oh! no worries hun! here; let noona help you out.”

you instantly proceeded over, bent down, and gathered i.n.’s school objects. starting with some of his blue pens, his macbook, and then his green two-subject notebook. “n–noona! i got the notebook, it’s okay.” jeongin stuttered.

it was almost like he was trying hard to hide something in the notebook, and suddenly it all made sense as it opened to the front page.

yang y/n. it was his surname combined with your first name.

it seemed as if time swiftly froze with silence when discovering the secret. however, it didn’t bother you essentially much as jeongin thought it would have had. “aw, pup’, this is cute. yang y/n has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

the air that was in jeongin’s lungs properly stopped working when distinguishing how seductive your tone became. “i–i..”

“relax a lil’ pup’. listen, will you promise to meet me later this eveningfor some tutoring. i think you could really use it. plus if you’re good–”

you shifted closer to the student’s ear lobe and whispered, “–noona could give you a reward.”

jeongin swore he felt some pre-cum drip down from his pants. “y–yes, noona.” he swallowed trying to moist his dry throat, then jumped moaning in pleasure when your small hand gripped around his erection.

“good. see you then, pup’.”

a few hours later, jeongin ends up at the university’s public library, not knowing what to expect. though, he did make sure to be ready for any possible situation. what did you mean by rewarding him? did you feel the same way he did?

you must have since you did touch his swollen cock during your conversation. or maybe it was just his imagination?

jeongin sighs restlessly thinking of the concept while waiting for your arrival. that soon ends as he hears your alluring voice greet out, “hiya pup’! ready for our lesson?”

he peers up from the library’s table to see you wearing informal clothing. a tight crew neck that reveals your smooth arms extending down to red-painted nails and large breasts bouncing with every step you take.

“ah! i hope you weren’t waiting too long, i got held up in traffic.”

“t–that’s okay noona! i just got here.”

you smile at his nervousness, now acknowledging where it came from, and sat down in the hard chair right next to him. “good, we can get started. i hope you’re ready,” you whispered, feeling an urge to dominate.

jeongin gulps recognizing a certain excitement coming from his pants within hearing your tone and replies with, “r–ready?”

“so, what does adaptation consist of?”

jeongin couldn’t comprehend what you were saying being he focused on the way your glossed-up lips looked. the way he could imagine it wrapped around cock or it traveling up and down the side of his neck molding kisses; it worked him to the point where he was solid hard.

“pup’, what is going through that mind of yours?”

“s��sorry. it’s just, i guess this lesson isn’t grasping in my head yet.” he tries to explain not wanting to upset you.

however, instead of upsetting you, your colored eyes just darken. “oh! i have any idea; remember when i said i would reward you if do good–”

jeongin nods excitedly, making you giggle.

“–well, i know you understand the concept of this chapter. so to push you a little more, i’ll ask you a question and if you get it right, that little cock of yours will get to come.”

the student freezes up at your approach, thinking it was a dream too good to be true. “w-wait what?”

“what is the definition of homeostasis?”

“i, uh, i think it's an organism's constant adjustment to maintain stable conditions in itself?”

you reached under the table discreetly and unbuttoned the pants on jeongin grasping his swollen cock. “o-oh my god, noona!”

“shh, pup’. you gotta be quiet for me; now onto the next question. who created the biogenesis theory?”

jeongin’s breath became too much for him to handle feeling the pre-cum drip from his blood-filled tip. “n–noona, please.”

“come on puppy, tell me the answer or i stop.”

his mind starts to rush trying to find the answer before you let him go. it took him a couple of seconds, but once he got it, he hurried to speak. “henry charlton bastain!”

“good puppy.” your tiny hand moves faster, satisfied with the statement. you felt his cock throbbing with every stroke you took. like jeongin, you dreamt of this same exact moment. you wanted to control the poor student every time he walked through your room, when he made eye contact with you, or even when his plump bottom lip was bitten from his teeth.

and finally, it was happening.

“oh, who’s a good puppy for noona?”

“m-me! i am noona.”

“that’s right pup’. next question, what are the five steps to the scientific method?”

i.n.’s vein from his cock popped out sensing the rubbing moving faster than before. “i only know four noona!”

“too bad, i wanted five or i slow down.” you coldly demand.

jeongin began to try to think hard on the five steps letting the sensation run through his body. “o-okay. it’s defining the problem, making a hypothesis, testing it, analyzing the results… then..”

your hand slows at his hesitation. “give me the last one puppy.”

“oh! noona, don’t stop! i–i. is it d–drawing the conclusions?”

“good puppy!”

his cock grows bigger when your finger grips at the base. then, you painted nails lightly scratch at his tight balls. “oh! noonaaa. that feels sooo goood. pleaseee.”

“continue to answer like a good pup’ then i’ll keep going.”

soon after the next few questions, jeongin sits near his breaking point. “nooonnnaaa! please!”

“grab your textbook and hold it up.”

i.n. clutches the hard-covered biology book to cover both you and him from public eyes. suddenly, you lower yourself to his lips, deeply kissing him with tongue, and wander towards his earlobe. “one more question, pup’. what does stimulus mean?”

“uh! noona! please let me come! make your puppy come!” he moans a little too loud.

“shh. answer the question, then i’ll let you come.”

“s-stimulus? it m-means anything an organism responds to.”

you then move your head to spit down to moist his penis. “good puppy! getting your small cock rubbed in front of everyone like a little slut.” you cup the back of his neck feeling the shivers release through him.

“you can come pup’, come for noona.”

jeongin then lets go, coming hard in your hand. “o-oh! thank you, thank you noona!”

after guiding him to his high, you let go of him and licked the white, sticky substance from your hand.

“good puppy. i’m sure you’ll be ready for that next exam.”

[apocalypticgargoyle]

Todd 😺

okay so this is a hatched plot from £ anon in our whispers in the dms. ✨Todd redemption arc✨ finally. I'm sorry this is kind of short and lame. i just needed a fluff-ish break

𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋. | 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐲!𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐥

pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x reader

warnings: language, Todd, mentions of h3dg3 fund$, filler moment but i hope you guys enjoy!

song recommendation: Sweater by Spencer Sutherland (bc we agreed it was a Todd anthem)

“Todd’s going through it.”

Karl had warned you ahead of time but while you sat on the frat’s back deck watching a handful of them playing croquet, you wondered just what he was going through. He seemed normal enough, greeting you with a snide comment about sneaking off to the pool with him later. The only noticeable difference in his attitude was usually when someone talked back to him.

Before Todd had never backed down from a witty sparring match with one of the guys, especially Karl, but as they teased him now, he just nodded his head and remained quiet for a few moments until the subject changed.

Apparently, his childhood sweetheart sent him a wedding invitation in the mail and the way he reacted was the equivalent of a soldier receiving a Dear John letter. To lighten his mood, you had even volunteered to be his plus one---which Karl begrudgingly agreed to.

You pulled your feet up on one of the steps, eyes focused on Karl as he lined up his mallet and knocked his blue ball into Todd’s, sending the red ball through the last hoop. You knew he did it on purpose as he shrugged. “Looks like you win again. Isn’t this fun?” He stated, forking over another twenty-dollar bill as Todd leaned on his mallet. There was a chorus of supportive agreements that came from the other guys. It was odd for you to see Karl trying to cheer up anyone that wasn’t you, let alone Todd.

Todd nodded, seemingly caught up in a wild thought as Karl punched his arm. “Hey, Romney,” you called, making Todd look up at you. It was almost humorous to see Karl’s tattooed and pierced persona standing beside Todd, who resembled a Great Clips ad. You wanted to smile at the purple nail polish beginning to chip off from his visit where you met his parents. Just because Mrs. Jacobs didn’t like the dark colors, didn’t mean he couldn’t paint his nails with her favorite instead. “I was talking to a friend of mine the other day and I couldn’t for the life of me remember what a hedge fund was… Could you explain it to me again like you did at that party?”

He wet his lips, a small tilt to his head that made you want to roll your eyes. In reality, you had sat through his spiel about the stock market and everything adjacent at least four times, each one taking more than half an hour.

But you needed the little freak to get back to normal so you could finally have Karl back.

Todd swung his mallet to rest on his shoulder. “Okay, so a hedge fund is a huge pool of money and assets that…” you zoned out as he continued, talking with his hands as you nodded attentively. Karl bit back a smug grin, his expression serving as a promise to reward you later. “... Basically like if they sell a big chunk of stock then all their little investor buddies and businesses will also sell. They’re like cult followers. And you know what that means-”

You jumped slightly at the thud beside you, looking down to find a black and white cat with a missing tail that had hopped off of the deck railing to sit beside you. You snorted, scratching his head as Todd stopped talking. “Don’t touch it!” Karl yelped, making you freeze and snap your eyes to him. You relaxed when you remembered he was (ironically) a germaphobe.

“Oh my goodness,” Todd fawned, walking over to you and scooping it into his arms. The cat purred heavily, nuzzling itself against Todd’s neck. You stood up, brushing your pants off as Karl pulled you a step away from the cat and Todd. “I love him. I’m calling him Daniel.”

“Daniel?”

Todd held the cat, now named Daniel, out to Karl. “He’s very cute. Please don’t make me touch him right now,” Karl muttered, hand holding onto your wrist.

You slipped out of Karl’s hold, earning protests to him as you pet the cat's head causing it to lean into your touch as Todd melted. “I wonder if he’s had his shots,” you murmured, Todd nodding as the both of you looked at it.

Karl’s face twisted into pained support, acting like if the cat went anywhere near him, he was sure to die. Todd chatted about taking him to the vet and so on, more to himself and the other frat members that had come to check out Daniel. As you moved to stand beside Karl, he avoided touching you, making you giggle. “Come here, baby! Let me kiss you,” you joshed, making grabby hands at him as he bent out of arm’s reach.

He wheezed. “For the love of God, wash your rabies hands.”

You scoffed, letting your voice drop into a whisper to mask wanting to laugh at him. “So you can spit on me but I touch an outdoor cat and you’re scared of cooties?”

Karl looked at you with scolding eyes. “Sweetheart, we’re not homeless cats. You’re clean. I’m clean,” he justified, sending you a tight-lipped smile as his eyes watched your movements carefully.

A week later, Karl’s arms were folded over you, face pressed against your shoulder blade as he snoozed lightly, legs tangled with yours. You scrolled through your phone, knitting your fingers with one of his.

A small knock at his door made Karl grumble out some kind of acknowledgment against your shirt. Todd peeked in, Daniel on his hip and a juice box in his hand. You raised your eyebrows at him as he peered around you to check on Karl’s state. “Daniel and I are going to the park, I was going to extend the offer,” he whispered.

“Yeah, let me put on my shoes,” you whispered back. He nodded, turning on his heel as he shut the door behind him.

I'm not tagging this one because it doesn't really have substance BUT if you would like to be tagged in future works, the link is at the top of my masterlist :)

[fweasleyswhore]

Kinkmas Day 3:

Marking, Possessiveness, and Cockwarming Remus Lupin - Mine

a/n: fun fun kinda feel like this sucks so im sorry in advance i just needed to get it over with, also i took one of my last tests for this semester and got a 96, fuckin hell yes bruh lets get it

summary: Remus shows reader who they belong to.

word count: 2k

warnings: in the title, a little rough, jealousy, smut, 18+ themes

“Now.” He growled in my ear grabbing my elbow and pulling me away from the lively conversation I was having with Sirius. I sent him an apologetic smile as I was hoisted away by my boyfriend. 

“Remus?” I tried but got no answer, he only walked harder. I struggled to keep up with him in my cocktail dress and heels but did my best to not fall flat on my face in the middle of the party. I wracked my brain for what could have made him act like that, silently counting the days in my mind I realized it was two days until the full moon and something I did set him off. I couldn’t be upset, he got unnaturally worked up on the days leading to his transformation and I didn’t mind sometimes it was fun. 

“Baby?” 

“Shut up.” He turned and pulled me into his chest, finally he stopped dragging me around the house. I looked around trying to see where we were but before I could place it I was spinning around. I held on tighter to Remus screwing my eyes shut until I heard the familiar cracking noise that would let me know we finished apparating. 

My feet hit the floor, followed by the familiar cracking noise and I opened my eyes and looked around our shared bedroom. 

“Did you think I wouldn’t notice.” He snarled. “You prancing around in front of all of them.” 

“Remus.” I laughed out. This wasn’t the first time we had this argument, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. He always got possessive closer to his transformation, I found that playing into it got more reward later in the night. “You don’t know what you are talking about.” 

“Don’t lie.” He growled and pushed me onto the bed, making me yelp. “You know what you were doing.” 

“And you know I only have eyes for you.” I spoke up in retaliation. 

“Prove it.” His voice was low, and it lost the agitated growl it held moments before. 

I positioned myself on the bed, pulled my dress up which pooled around my waist as I sat on my knees. “Use me.” I knew it’s what he needed, to blow off steam and clear his head, and from the ache between my legs it was something I needed as well. 

He didn’t reply, only smashed his lips into mine with such force that if his hands hadn’t found me I would have fallen back. The kiss was hot and needy, our teeth clashed and it was really unsynchronized but I didn’t care. His hands found my hips, pulling me forward I wrapped my legs around his waist to pull his groin into mine. 

Moaning at the contact he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I fought back, deciding to give a fair fight. It was only when his hands whichI wasn’t paying much attention to found my clothed core, trailing up and down and pressing onto my clit did I back down. 

Pulling away he muttered soft praise. “Good girl, on your back.” I did as I was told, leaning hoisting my legs up for him. “Off.” He ordered, nodding to my dress. I watched him undress as I did as well. I pulled off my bra and panties leaving me bare and dripping. “So pretty, you're so wet is this all for me?” 

I nodded my head furiously. “Yes just for you.” He smiled, dipping his head down to kiss my bare thighs. I let my head relax, falling against the pillows. He trailed his lips up my thigh, I felt sparks as he neared the area I needed him most. 

“Liar.” He whispered against my heat. I picked my head up looking at him confused, eyebrows furrowed. I saw the disdain on his face as he stood. His member was aching and bright red. I wanted to reach for it but I knew better. 

“What?” He chuckled, obviously amused by my confusion. He trailed his hands up and down my thighs which quivered under his touch. 

“You expect me to believe this is all for me, when I saw what you were doing with them?” I rolled my eyes, getting prepared to fight something I thought I had already won. Pushing myself up I looked up at him, his chest was heaving and he pulled in heavy, ragged, breaths. 

I slowly slid my hand in between us, finally grasping his member I watched as he stopped breathing for a moment, shutting his eyes. When they opened again I began stroking him slowly. “Remus, where are we?” I asked softly. 

“Our bedroom.” He grunted and I rewarded him with the correct answer by speeding up my strokes slightly. 

“Exactly, our bedroom.” I reminded him. “Who am I with right now?” My other hand trailed up his chest, drawing absentminded shapes in its wake. 

“Me.” He whispered, his tone was much softer than before. 

“Precisely, not Sirius, not James, not Peter. I am with you. I love you.” I watched as his eyes fluttered close, his hand came up to cup my cheek, explaining himself with a small touch but I understood each word he was trying to convey. He felt insignificant, like a burden and with the added stress from changing he lashed out. A small interaction between me and Sirius was warped in his mind and when he accused me of putting on a show he was really trying to explain how afraid he was of losing me. It was something, though rather dramatic, made me feel loved because I was able to speak his broken language. A language that speaks through actions rather than words. My hand had sped up to a workable pace now, every so often thumbing his tip as I reached the top, eliciting a groan from him. 

He grabbed my wrist and I faltered my movements. “L-Let me,” He regained his breath as well as his confidence from earlier before he spoke again. “Let me show them.” 

“By all means.” I whispered back and pulled his head down to meet mine in a kiss. It was slow at first but as he fell back into his dominant role, this time fueled by passion instead of anger it quickened. He pushed me back on the bed, spreading my legs with his hands which soon found my folds, he spread them, lavishing his fingers in my wetness before pushing two fingers inside of me. My clit throbbed as he began with a quick pace, not faltering for a moment. 

“Does this feel good baby?” His husky voice asked as he drove his fingers in with more intent than before. 

“Y-Yes, it does, fuck.” I answered feeling my release quickly approaching. He didn't stop but added his other hand to my clit and started rubbing tight circles with his fingers. “I’m gonna, fuck Remus-” but he pulled away right as my release almost washed over me. A long whine escaped me as he pulled back. 

“Not yet pretty girl.” He whispered back. Before I could reply he sheathed himself fully inside me, successfully taking my breath away. I involuntarily fluttered my walls around his length, trying to adjust to a size, that though familiar, still stretched me deliciously. He pulled me against him, so I was pressed against him at the end of the bed. “So pretty baby.” He praised as his head dipped to leave small kisses on my chest. I moaned at the contact rutting my hips against him which caused him to bite lightly on my breast. 

“Be good and still and I’ll fuck you into this mattress.” My mouth went dry at his words, his mouth immediately went back to nipping and sucking at my breasts. I tried to catch my breath which was a difficult feat to do because his every move made my skin heat up. His lips worked their way up to mine, placing a fiery and slow kiss against mine he moved his hips in a circular motion. His pelvis hit my clit causing me to buck against his touch. 

“I thought I asked you to be still?” He taunted, pulling back slightly. He landed a sharp slap to my right breast causing me to arch and tighten against him. 

“Yes, I will, please, I need you.” I begged trying not to push against him again. Running his hands up and down my torso, he dragged his nails against my nipples, making my skin grow even hotter. I moaned into his touch unable to formulate words to tell him how good he was making me feel. His head dipped down again, I felt his hair fall against my chin as he placed small nips and bites against my collarbone, lapping them with his tongue then blowing on them lightly. 

“I suppose you have waited long enough,” He mused, shifting slightly so pushed farther into me. I felt him move and whined at the contact. “Do you know who you belong to now?” He grasped each of my breasts as he asked, massaging them lightly and pulling on them at the end of his question. 

“I always have.” I answered breathlessly. My answer was deemed satisfactory by the wolfish grin that adorned his face. He pulled out to his tip, then slowly pushed back in completely. The feeling was wonderful, but not enough. “M-More.” I needed him to let me cum, I needed to finish and extinguish the burning pit in my stomach. 

“As you wish.” Suddenly he gripped the underside of both of my thighs, pushing them to the side and down against the bed I felt myself spread more than I ever have before. Before I could be worried or self conscious he was pulling out and pushing back in at a brutal pace. Each thrust he bottomed out, filling me up and hitting the spot inside of me, his pelvis was bumping my clit making me whine in time with his thrusts. “Do you like that baby?"

“Yes, I love it.” I whispered back. My eyes screwed shut as he growled in response, going faster if that was possible. My orgasm was fast approaching and I couldn’t continue to fight it off. “I need to-” I didn’t finish my sentence before I came hard, clenching around his cock, arching my back. He didn’t falter, continuing to thrust into me, riding out my orgasm, my hips twitched against his, meeting his thrusts. Soon I felt his grip around my thighs tighten and he stopped completely, filling me up, shooting ropes of cum and painting my insides. He thrust a few times, shallowly pushing his cum deeper inside of me. 

Releasing my legs they shakily fell to a more natural position as he sat up and pulled out. He gave me a lazy grin before walking over to our dresser, handing me a pair of his boxers and his shirt he walked back to get clothes for himself. Standing I pulled the boxers on without another thought. Picking up my head to place my shirt on I saw my reflection in the mirror across the room, my chest, a work of art containing reds and deep purple splotches framed by my breasts. The markings were partnered with a few red lines that circled my nipples drawn by his nails. 

“Sure is pretty,” Remus said, walking behind me, he wrapped his arms around my middle and placed a sweet kiss on my neck. “Seeing you all marked up.” 

“All yours.” 

[voltage-vixen]

Operation Get Laid

‘Tis the Season of Smut Challenge Days 7 & 8

Prompt: MC wearing nothing but a Santa hat & I’ll be sure to stuff your stocking (NSFW)

Fandom: Obey Me!

Pairing: Lucifer x MC (Female)

“Yoo-hoo! Lucifer, wait up! Wait for me!” Asmodeous’s cheery voiced echoed as he skipped after his elder brother. Lucifer had heard the annoying chirping of the younger demon and scowled in displeasure at the havoc was wreaking in the hallways.

“Shut up, Asmodeous!” Lucifer snapped, while turning to confront him. “All students are held to the highest of standards, and I would expect nothing less of them, much less from one of own siblings. Please remember to conduct yourself accordingly.”

“But Lucifer, I have some-”

“Enough!” Lucifer bellowed, casting him a final glare before spinning back around. “Diavolo and I are scheduled to meet in precisely five minutes, and I mustn’t keep him waiting.”

Increasing his pace, Lucifer stormed down the hall until he reached the main entrance where Diavolo was waiting for him. Diavolo and Barbatos were engaged in what appeared to be a private discussion, given their hushed tones and the occasional glances that surveyed the room.

Did something happen? Lucifier pondered, wondering what circumstances could have possible led to the disappearance of the carefree smile the young ruler normally wore on his face. As he approached the pair, Lucifer cleared his throat to announce his arrival, and no sooner was the familiar grin painted back on Diavolo’s face.

“Lucifer! Thank you for being willing to meet me on such short notice,” Diavolo boomed, arms outstretched to greet his second-in-command. “I have a very important assignment, and you’re the only one I entrust to be able to get the job done.” Peering over Lucifer’s shoulder, Diavolo beckoned for him to scooch closer.

“Asmodeous was supposed to deliver this message, but there’s no time for that anymore. I need you to immediately visit MC’s room and discuss what this Christmas holiday in her world looks like. This year we would like to incorporate traditions from the other realms, however we don’t have much time to do so, meaning you have to hurry with this. Can I count on you to do this for me?”

“Of course, you can! Rest assured, I will not fail you,” Lucifer vowed, before speeding up his pace down the hallway.

“Well, that went rather smoothly,” Barbatos commented. “It seems he doesn’t suspect a thing.”

“Did he fall for it?” Asmodeous asked when he finally came strolling up.

See it had not gone unnoticed that recently Lucifer had been agitated and more snappy than usual. He had been so absorbed in his studies and monitoring the other students, this left him feeling….well, rather pented up. This prompted Diavolo to form the committee of him, Barbatos, and Asmodeous known as Operation Get Lucifer Laid. MC at first was mortified when they contacted her about the plan, but soon fell onboard since she herself was feeling lonely and in need of her own ‘relief’.

“It would appear so,” Diavolo confidently responded. “However, just in case go keep an eye on the situation for me, will you, Asmodeous?”

Nodding in compliance, Asmodeous began to trot down the hallway and stealthily journeyed to MC’s room.

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“MC? MC, I’m here under Diavolo’s orders,” Lucifer projected through the door. “First and foremost, you have my sincerest gratitude that you were willing to assist us in this matter in helping expand the traditions of Devildom……are you there? Why aren’t you responding to me? Are you alright? Anyway, I’m coming in now.”

The handle on the door creaked open and Lucifer walked only to nearly crash into the chair in front of him when his sight was blessed with MC posing provocatively on the bed in only her natural glory minus this red hat perched on the top of her head.  Lucifer unconsciously gulped when his girth below the waist strained uncomfortably against the seams of his pants. The sight of the normally composed eldest demon brother being caught acting rattled must have been the reaction MC was seeking since she cracked a low giggle.

“You should probably shut the door,” MC instructed the still dumbfounded Lucifer. “Unless you prefer an audience? And in case you haven’t put two and two together by now, Diavolo set you up so we could spend some time together.”

Lucifer didn’t need to be informed twice to hustle behind him to slam the door close. He would worry about Diavolo later, but now the very idea of anyone else witnessing his human in this state of undress would be unforgivable. Once the door was securely locked, MC traipsed over and threw her arms around his neck. She removed the hat from her head and instead placed it on top of Lucifer’s.

“Merry early Christmas, Lucifer,” she breathed, intentionally rolling the words into a slur as she uttered them. “In my world the children believe that a man by the name of Santa Claus brings good girls and boys presents for behaving all year long. Well, haven’t I been a good exchange student this year, Lucifer? Don’t I deserve a little special something as well?”

Gone was student council president’s stunned state of mind, and back was his typical confidence of arrogance. We wasted not a moment’s notice leaning towards her and use his teeth to fervently nibble on the contour of MC’s neck. While heated pants pursued through the crease of her lips, Lucifer managed to disrobe himself until he was left standing bare. MC tore away from the attack of the demon’s lips, and her fingers descended the canvas of her body seeking the most sensitive of her spots.

“Indeed, you are right about being a good girl, MC,” Lucifer chuckled, his hands wrapping around his own firm cock to jerk himself in preparation of fucking her senseless. “My good girl knows just how much it pleases me to see her get off while thinking about me.”

“Please, help me,” MC whimpered, her body longing for more stimulation than she was able to provide on her own. “I’m wet enough to handle you now. Please let me give myself to you!”

Never one to deny himself the pleasures in life, Lucifer willingly obliged by sauntering over the bed to join MC. Throwing her ankle over his shoulder, Lucifer slipped a finger, followed by a second inside of her to see how wet she really was.

“Hmm, your body is feeling very honest today,” he breathed, “It looks like my good girl is ready to get her stocking stuffed.” “Wait, how did you know about stock-!”

The words of her question were gone and overtaken by loud moans as Lucifer aligned himself at her entrance and pressed beyond her glistening folds. His hips came crashing into hers as the demon leaned forward to allow his tongue to tease the flushed breasts of her generous chest. Their bodies thrusting in rhythm together, MC adjusted her position to stimulate her clit against the muscles of Lucifer’s toned lower body and uttered a guttural groan when she glided against the sweat now dripping down the cuts of his toned abdomen.

Lucifer filled her to the brim, stretching MC out until her walls began to tingle and flutter around his cock. She mewled and dragged her nails down the sides of his arms, a glimpse of desperation flashing in her eyes as she silently pleaded with him.

“Does my good girl want to come?” Lucifer taunted, his deliberately grazing along the swell of her swollen clit. “Very well then. I’ll be nice to you today and oblige.”

Shaking her leg off from his shoulder, Lucifer bent down to lift MC up and place her over his shaft standing tall at attention. Wrapping her legs around his torso, MC and Lucifer both hissed when she sank down onto him and the rush of heat pulsated through every inch of their bodies. Her breasts swayed in synch to the pace of their movements, each becoming more frenzied than the last while they rose closer and closer to reaching their peaks provided by the other. Lucifer’s mouth was suddenly drawn to MC’s, and his tongue forced its way through the part of her lips. His tongue danced in her mouth while the lewd sounds of the demon pumping deeper and deeper into MC’s arousal echoed throughout her room.

She bounced on his erection, sighing and panting in a carnal delight at how absolutely blissful it felt to have Lucifer assaulting her in one of the most satisfying ways possible. Bodies on fire, all the stimulation led to the eventual release they both had been desperately seeking. Lucifer gently tossed MC back onto her bed and he collapsed beside her as he fought to regain his breathing under control.

“Wow,” MC sighed, breathless and a bit sore from the intense sex the two just engaged in together.

“I knew I would please you,” Lucifer boasted. “Say, remind me to thank Diavolo later.”

“Diavolo?” MC blinked in confusion. “Sure, did he do something for you?” Ready for round two, Lucifer rolled over and swiftly straddled MC, secretly fuming she had the nerve to utter the name of another man in front of him!

“Don’t mention other men when you’re around me,” he chastised. “Bad girls need to be punished just like good goods need to be rewarded, and you my dear were a very naughty girl just now.”

Curling his long fingers around the curves of MC’s waist, Lucifer gave no warning before snapping his hips forward and roughly plunging deep into the heat of her core, leaving her begging for him to really give it to her.

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Meanwhile, outside the door was a nosy Asmodeous with his ear pressed against the door. MC’s screams of ecstasy were enough to assure the younger demon that the Operation Get Lucifer Laid could be deemed successful. Although Asmo was supposed to report back to Diavolo regarding their victorious achievement, he did a quick surveillance of the hallway to assure he was completely alone. Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly, he slid his hands down the front of his pants to relish some playtime with himself at the expense of his brother and partner as a reward for his contribution to the plan that got Lucifer laid.

[didsomeonesaydaddydraco]

Drive me crazy | Tom Felton one shot (smut)

Request: yes, by anon. 

Word count: 3,017

Pairing: Tom Felton x reader

Warning: sexual content, PDA, daddy kink, swearing, oral sex (female receiving)

It started as a stupid bet, and neither of us would have thought we would make it so serious. A month ago, Tom saw a stupid video on TikTok, where the couple wanted to see how long they can go without having sex. And of course he wanted to try it too. We both found it stupid, and thought we’d break after a week, but after eight whole days, we found a way to make it a little bit more spicy. Tom would come up behind me and kiss my neck while I was making breakfast, or I would go and sit on his lap in nothing but one of his tank tops. Small little things that we knew would drive the other crazy. We both tried to break the other and win this foolish bet. At first, I was actually glad that he found something that could make the quarantine life more interested, but when we reached the one month milestone in the bet, I knew we were both at the edge of madness. I had to do something. My body missed him, and I wanted to catch on fire when we were in the same room, yet alone in the same bed every single night. I would have gave up everything just to get my internal organs rearranged by Tom.

“Babe?” I called out his name. I heard the calming melody of the piano, and knew where I had to find him. I went to his little music room and watched how his long fingers ran on the keys. Tom always knew how to use those beautiful fingers of his. He looked up from the sheet music that was spread open in front of him and smirked at me. He knew very well what he was doing and he enjoyed seeing me suffer.

“Yes, darling?” His voice was low and he stretched his words. I had to bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning. My eyes wandered back to his fingers that were playing a faster song now. 

“We need to go grocery shopping and I thought we could go to the mall real quick” I walked up to him and hugged him from behind. I slowly slid down my hands on his shoulder blades, down on his chest and leaned to his ear. My lips brushed his ear as a whispered in his ear “I’m in the mood of a little bit of shopping” I kissed the thin skin behind his ear and gently scratched his chest with my nails. I felt his whole body tensed under my touch. I smiled to myself, knowing that he was as famished as I was. He was in my hands, and I wasn’t going to give him any mercy.

———-

We were walking hand in hand in the mall, enjoying that we were finally out of the house, even if we had to wear our masks. Tom was talking about a new trick that he wanted to teach Willow, and I tried not to pour cold water on him by telling him Willow hated to learn new tricks, because she preferred play time and naps with her Daddy. My eyes were scanning the shops and the shopwindow, trying to find something that I actually liked, but all my previous plans about buying some new clothes for spring, and some new hoodies for Tom were long forgotten when my eyes caught a glimpse of my favourite lingerie shop. 

“Come” I dragged him with me. I knew all his weak spots, and one of them being Italian lingerie. Lord knows how many of it ended up in the bin just after hours of purchasing them. They made Tom go crazy and brought out the raw caveman in him, which always left me shaking in bed and not being able to walk properly for days. 

“Didn’t you buy this stuff last month?” He asked me with tilted eyebrows. He could be so daffy sometimes “Or did they end up in pieces?” I laughed and walked in to the store, with Tom closely following me. I knew what I wanted and what I had to do to get it, and I wasn’t planning to play a fair game with him. 

I walked around the store, looking for the most beautiful, most revealing lingerie that I could find. I was playing with the different kind of fabrics, showing Tom, asking him to feel it himself and imagine how good it must feel against my skin. With each set, his patience was getting smaller and smaller, and his actions became possessive - always blocking me from other male costumers who were there with their partners. I was dancing on very thin ice, but I wanted to break the ice. 

“I’ll go and try these on” I kissed his cheek sweetly, dangerously close to his lips. I went to the changing rooms with a few new pieces of lingerie and waited for him to catch up with me “Be a dear, and hold my bag in the meantime, yeah?” I smiled at him innocently and closed the door of the changing room. I hesitated about my choice, but I finally settled with a black, lacy set with a suspenders attached to the bottom. I let my hair out of the messy bun and checked my reflection. I was more than satisfied with what I saw in the mirror. The lingerie fitted perfectly, my hair was wavy from the bun and it covered my shoulders. My face was glowing, I had a little red colour in my cheeks and my eyes were dark from lust and the fire in them made them look like they were shining like stars on the pitch black sky. I slowly opened the door, and leaned to the frame, playing with the ends of my hair as a looked at Tom, who was sitting on the sofa, placed right in front of the changing rooms. He was doing something on his phone, but he dropped it the second he looked up and saw me. His eyes turned black from icy blue in just a second, and he was on his feet. 

“So” I smirked at him, straightening up and turning around so he could get a better look at my chosen set “What do you think?” As a response, he pushed me back to the changing room and closed the door behind him. He threw my bag to the corner and pushed me against the wall behind me. His hands were gripping my hips and his face was inches away from mine. I could feel his heavy breathing on my skin and the burning of his gaze on my body. This was the exact reaction I wanted from him. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to me. His chest was pressed to mine and his thigh was between my legs, brushing against my aching core. 

“You drive me fucking crazy, woman” he growled in my ear and aggressively bit my skin on my shoulder. He was clever. He knew this game very well, and he still tried to win even though we both knew he lost the second he pushed me back to the changing room. Game was over, and I won our bet. And I knew my price was going to leave me shaking, screaming and unable to walk for days after this but it was so worth it “I want to taste you so bad” 

“Fuck this” I said and pulled him down to me. Kisses weren’t banned throughout the bet, but this definitely felt different than those. We didn’t care about it anymore, we just wanted to feel each other again. 32 days of abstinence was in that kiss. I felt his love, his lust, his struggle, his hunger and his desire. Tom’s grip got tighter and his kiss got deeper and more demanding. His hands wandered from my hips to my backside, smoothing his palms on the shape of it and grabbing it with such force it made me moan into his mouth. With this, he had the perfect chance to slip his tongue into my mouth and find its partner and ask it for a dance. I let go of my grip on his shirt and slowly slid down my right hand on his chest, his stomach and even more slowly on his abdomen until I reached him. He was already rock hard under my touch, and that deep groan that I loved so much broke out from him when I gently palmed him. With my left hand, I dig into his hair and pulled it slightly.

“Darling” he moaned and kissed alongside my jawline, his arms holding me closer than ever. I felt like a goddess under his touch. Tom’s hands left my backside and ran up on my back, straight to my hair. He pulled my hair with his left hand to tilt my head back so he could look into my eyes “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” His voice was deep and raspy, it was enough to push me into another dimension. Tom’s right hand grabbed my neck and held me in my place. He ran his thumb across my bottom lip and squeezed my neck gently, just how I liked it “You’ve been such a naughty little girl”

“Babe, please” I whispered and kissed his thumb, never breaking the eye contact. He was in my hands and I wasn’t letting him go so easily. Tom tilted his head to the side, his dark and dangerous side showing a little.

“Please what, princess?” He looked at me like a predator looks at its prey. My blood froze in my veins but blew up in just a second, under his gaze. I felt the heat rising between my legs and my knees seemed to be too weak to hold me any longer. Tom helped me to stay steady by locking my body between the wall and his body “Tell me what you want”

“Don’t be gentle” my voice was shaky. Tom cooed at me and brought his thumb to my lips, forcing it between my lips. I gently sucked on it and closed my eyes, imagining all the things I wanted to do to him and all the things I wanted him to do to me right there and then. 

“What else do you want?” His lips were on my neck, leaving wet kisses and bite marks all over my skin. He was trying to push me to my edges. He was controlling me, and I was happily obeying him, which turned him on even more. He lived for being in control and being dominant in the bedroom, and I was perfectly submissive for him “Say it, baby girl”

“I want you to push my knees apart and paint my thighs with purple kisses” my eyes were begging him. Begging for him to ease my pain and make me feel fully alive. I wanted to scream his name and hold onto him while both of us came down from our highs. 

“Such a good girl” Tom was satisfied with me. And when he was, he always rewarded me with something “Daddy fucking loves you” he whispered in my ears and let go of my neck, sliding down his hand on my chest, grabbing my breast, massaging it while his lips kissed me with passion and hunger. Tom’s hands were exploring my whole body, they were everywhere where I wanted him the most. 

“Tom” I whimpered under his touch. I was craving him and I had enough of the teasing. I was burning inside and needed him to let me cool down “Do something, damnit” he looked amazed by my sudden demanding and bold tone. His fingers finally found my genitalia and hummed at how wet I was already. He slid his finger in the black lace thong and stroked slowly between my folds, pushing on my clit to make me go crazy. He started moving his finger painfully slow on my clit, pushing on it harder  after a few strokes. He was fast to cover my mouth with his free hand to dim my moan when he suddenly pushed two fingers in me. Tom moved his fingers in a steady pace, not letting me to close my eyes. 

“Quiet, baby girl. We don’t want anyone to find out what we’re doing, do we?” He whispered in my ear and bit my earlobe gently. I nodded slowly, my eyes shutting at the pleasure of finally feelings his hands on me again. Tom pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth, touching my lips with it “Now suck” he ordered and my lips parted automatically at his tone. He pushed his finger in my mouth, watching with a satisfied look on his face as a sucked on it “That’s it, darling. Now be a good girl for daddy and stay quiet”

“Yes, daddy” I whispered and leaned my head on the wall, closing my eyes and enjoying the wet kisses on my skin what Tom left on me as he slowly moved down on my body and kneeled in front of me. He pulled down my soaking wet undies and threw it to the other end of the changing room. He slid his hand up on my calf and grabbed my right leg and placed it on his shoulder. My hands found their way to his hair and pulled it softly when I felt his lips on the inner side of my thigh. He planted open kisses on it, biting on the thin and sensitive skin, sucking on it to leave his mark on my body for him to admire his work of art later. 

“So soft” he spoke in a low voice and kissed along my bikini line “And so wet” he blew on my clit which made me shiver from pleasure “All for me” Tom’s praising was melody to my heart and soul, and it just made me want him even more if it was possible. His lips pecked my skin, slowly finding their way to my core. I had to bit my bottom lip to stop myself from screaming a little when I finally felt his warm tongue flicking my clit and diving inside of my fold while his lips closed up on my clit. His hands were grabbing my thigh on his shoulder, and the other pushing my hip to the wall, forcing me to stay still. My back arched at the satisfaction and my fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling on it with every gentle stroke he left on me. 

“Look at me” I almost sobbed when Tom stopped for a bare second just to order me and bite on my skin again “I want you to look at me while I’m eating you out” I obeyed his order, knowing very well if I didn’t, he would have stopped “God, you taste so fucking good, princess” 

“Don’t stop” I whimpered and pushed his head back which made him chuckle darkly, but chose to give me what I wanted. He let go of my leg and teased my slit, drawing small circles, before spitting on it and pushing them inside without any warning. His fingers were hitting the right spot every time and he double my pleasure and joy with moving his tongue on my clit quickly. My breathing became heavier and quicker as I was getting closer and closer to reach my high. It was impossible to stop myself from shaking and pushing my lower parts to his face. He looked perfect between my thighs, with his fingers deep inside me and his tongue spelling the most beautiful poems on my clit, while his dark eyes drowned me in “Fuck, Tom” I hissed. He sped up the movements of his fingers and gently bit on my clit. The suddenly came slight pain pushed me to the very edge and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I covered my mouth from moaning his names loudly. It was a torture, not being able to show how amazing he felt. 

“Come on princess, come on my face” his breath tickled my pussy as he spoke “Be a good girl and come for daddy” he bit my skin above my Venus mound. His fingers curved inside me, making me see stars from pleasure. He harshly sucked on my clit, pushing his warm and strong tongue on it to give me the full satisfaction. His voice, his look, the way his fingers literally conjured me and a month without having him inside me was enough to completely destroy me and push me to the land of pleasure. My leg gave up and Tom had to hold me while I rode out my high on his face. I felt his smile on my skin and he cleaned me up with his tongue, enjoying the taste of me. He slowly pulled out his finger and brought it to his lips, licking my juice from them and smiling at me darkly. 

“Get dressed” he kissed me sweetly, but I could feel the hunger in it “We’re going home. I’m not finished with you yet” he said and tucked my hair behind my ear “I want to hear you scream my name” he whispered in my ear “I want you to shake under me and beg for me” I swallowed hard, already feeling myself getting hot just by his words. He gave me my clothes and turned around to leave me alone to get my clothes back on, but he suddenly turned around before he exited the changing room “And I’m buying all of these” he said and grabbed all of the lingerie that were still untouched and hung on the clothes peg. By the time I was ready, Tom already paid for the different coloured and different styled lingerie and was waiting for me impatiently in front of the store. It was safe to stay, we didn’t left our bedroom for the rest of the weekend. 

[jd-loves-fiction]

Oberyn Martel smut please 🙏 (you know my limits)

🌙Gotta love prompt lists :))

Warnings: unprotected sex (this is fantasy land, not a good example), voyeurism?, creampie, a hint of a breeding kink, P in V sex :))

[11:48] "Sunflower?" Your lover, Oberyn, calls out to you as he's greeted by the warmth of the harsh sunlight and not of your body beside his.

"Good morning, my prince." You greet him in a warm, sultry tone, your voice buzzing through his veins like sweet dornish wine. You lean against the wall next to the door, having just stepped in, which was probably what awoke him.

Oberyn turns towards you, tangled in colorful silk sheets, still squinting against light, before his brows relax as his eyes land in you.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” His voice is deep and raspy while his eyes open wider to take more of you in. Your beautiful body, draped in a fine, flowy shirt, so long it should really be called a dress, open to reveal some loose pants. All in warm shades of yellow and orange and with sun details. No jewelry. You seem to have gotten up in a rush. But what a sight you are.

"Good morning to you too.” You chuckle, cheeks heated under his intense stare that sweeps over you, committing every detail to memory while you do the same to him. Silk sheets pooled around his waist as he sits against his hands, miles of tan skin on display beneath the golden light of morning. And what a sight he is.

A smirk curves your lips as push off the wall and start walking towards the Prince of Dorne. Your hands play with the shirt's edges teasingly, seemingly deep in thought.

“Wanna see what I’m wearing underneath all this?” One dark brow raises as words wrapped in honey leave your lips slowly, one knee on the bed as you look down at where he sits.

Warm fingers slip beneath the shirt's opening, brushing against your skin as he smirks, greatly amused by your brazen attitude.

Oberyn always did prefer the not so timid ones.

"Take it off. Slowly.” His eyes remain glued to yours as you begin undoing the buttons, revealing more and more skin, slowly, just like he asked.

The light fabric slides off your shoulders like water, falling to the floor like waves to reveal you bare underneath. Oberyn's eyes immediately zero in on all the newly freed skin unabashedly, drinking you in like a man parched. And hungry, by the look in his eyes.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting.”

"Good thing I'm the only one you have to focus on, right now." Your hands move to his shoulders as you lean forward until your breath brushes his lips. The Prince's hands moved around to your back, stroking your skin as his eyes bore into yours, never straying, even as yours did towards his lips.

Your beloved Prince is a patient man when it comes to love. So it's no surprise that you gave in before he did, pressing your lips hard against his.

Oberyn's hands pull you down onto the bed before he places his naked body over your yours, never once parting from your lips.

He takes the pants off of your body too, raising an eyebrow at the bareness beneath, before his lips descend upon your neck, leaving kisses and nips as he makes his way down.

"You see that mirror over there?" He asks, pointing towards a corner blindly as he refuses to let up on the marks he leaves on your skin. You spot what he was referring to and tell him so, rather quickly.

It's new, shiny and surrounded in gold leaf details like most things in the room. It mirrors their opulence as well as the abundant sunlight that enters he space. You nod at his question, still admiring the fine piece of decor.

"I’m gonna fuck you in front of the mirror, I want you to see how pretty you look when you’re spreading your legs for me.”

Oberyn Martell is nothing if not a creative lover.

You bite your lip at the image his words paint in your mind, so vivid and filthy.

Such is a poet's power.

"Come on." He says with a tap to your leg, sitting at the edge of the bed and waving you over with the soft wave of a hand. You sit between his spread legs, body limp over his as his hands immediately start exploring your body shamelessly. They grasp your breasts as his nose finds the side of your neck, taking in your familiar, comforting, scent.

His hands press you back to his chest as they wander down to your thighs, parting them until they're placed over his.

"Look at yourself, petal. I want you to see the beauty that I see. Even as I ruin you." He whispers directly into your ear as he digs his nails into your thighs, before one moves to hold your chin, turning it towards the mirror to ensure you’re looking in the right direction. Your eyes lock with his first, brown and filled to the brim with lust as they run over your skin, before they find your own and fuck.

You look like a mess already.

Bitten, spit-slick lips along with dark red cheeks and hazy eyes. Your chest rose and fell as Oberyn stares you down while massaging your thighs.

"My beautiful sunflower." He whispers sweetly, kissing beneath your ear as his fingers moved to your center. "My sun." You breathe back with a sign, turning your head to kiss your lover, unaware of his movements as his long fingers inch closer and closer to your core.

You jump as they make contact, hands flying to grip his arm in surprise as your noises are muffled by the prince's incessant lips. He teasingly brushes his fingers through your folds, only lightly nudging your clit on the way up and making your breathing stutter.

"Oberyn, please." You groan, looking into his eyes through the mirror and feeling his cock twitch against your back as you do.

"When you ask so nicely..." He trails off teasingly, winking at you in the mirror, before he slips one finger inside you, his other hand against your sternum as your back arches at the feeling of his finger so fucking deep already.

And then he fucking curls it, right against that spot that nearly makes your hips rise right off the bed. "Oh, already?" The damn tease asks, smirking beside your cheek as he knows the answer already.

"Your accuracy-- ugh, grows sharper everyday." You struggle to keep a steady tone but it falters and leaves you panting when the hand on your sternum drifts to join the other, right over you clit. "M-My sun."

His chest fills with pride at your praise. His ego needed no more stroking but, you just loved him too much not to tell him the truth of your feelings at any moment. This raw honestly is the base of your love, after all.

He inserts another finger in, as a reward of sorts, sucking dark marks onto your neck as you whimper while he stretches you.

As you breathe in deeply, attempting to get more air into your lungs to make up for all that you're losing with your pleasured gasping and panting, you smell something sweet and something spicy, no doubt from Oberyn's beloved candles. You remember calling him a mad man for having so many in a room filled with beautiful curtains and tapestries.

But his particular scent is overpowering, leather, the sea and something stronger that you can't identify. But it's him. And it smells warm and free.

"Come on, petal, eyes up." He reminds you gently as your eyes had fallen closed sometime during your reminiscing, briefly inserting another finger inside you. Before he pulled out, deeming you ready and himself impatient.

For all his patience, Oberyn Martell's blood runs hot with intense emotions only. And in this moment, he feels drunk on lust. He doesn't feel like waiting any longer.

"On your hands and knees." He orders, no nicknames, no sweetness, just pure need and a fading patience.

You do as he asks, arching your back to tempt him further and receiving a light smack to your behind as a warning.

He spreads your legs further until he's satisfied, lining his cock up with your soaking entrance. "Ready, sunflower?" It warms your heart that despite his fervent need to fuck you, he still asks if you're ready. You respond breathlessly with a 'yes'.

As his cock enters you, your breath leaves you along with any coherent thoughts. Even after so long, you're still caught off guard by him for the first few moments.

He nearly presses against your cervix once his hips meet your ass and the feeling makes your arms too weak to hold you up.

Your shoulders go down, and it feels as if he's moved even deeper if possible and it's giving your brain a hard time, mouth unable to close as drool escapes it.

"Oberyn! My love..." You moan and whimper as he starts thrusting, speed building until he's moving as fast as he does on the battlefield.

His hand settles over your throat, using it to pull you against his tan chest and to angle your face towards the mirror. "Look at yourself, my sunflower. See the beauty I get to see everytime I pleasure you." His voice was harsh, accent stronger than ever as he speaks, two skilled fingers moving over your clit quickly, urging you to show yourself the face he likes to tell you about after your passionate endeavors. He tells you it's the most beautiful sight he's ever been blessed with, and just seeing is enough to get him to the edge.

Perhaps it is simply a poet's flattery. But it's nice to hear nonetheless.

And now, you'll get to see it, if you can keep your eyes from rolling back, that is.

You try to call out your lover's name in between gasps and whimpers, but fail as his hips seem to speed up even more.

"Let yourself go, my love. And don't look away."

Your release consumes you, cum dripping down your thighs as Oberyn continues his movements mercilessly despite your trembling legs. Your hands grip his hair tightly, making him groan right into your ear as your cunt flutters around his cock.

"Oberyn, please-- fill me up, my prince, please." You babble out desperately as overstimulation begins to set in, making your vision blurry with tears and your whimpers even more high pitched.

"Fill you up, my petal? Oh, I can only imagine how beautiful you'd look swollen from my seed." He moans from deep within his chest, rumbling against your back as he drives himself crazy with his own words alone.

A few more thrusts and he spilt his cum inside you with moan that left you wet and wanting more all over again, before he placed a gentle kiss on your hair as he brushes it out of your face.

"You see it now, my sunflower? The gorgeous faces you make? Should get them painted, immortalized, no?"

Maybe it wasn't simply a poet's flattery.

[plush-rabbit]

Sugary Sweet Tears

Warnings: Tentacles (i feel like this shouldnt be warning but more of a grace but some dont like tents so), Somno, Reader is a soft dom Word Count: 4.1K A/N: Tentacles amirite ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)

Tamaki huffs, face red and a painful strain tenting against his lower half, he leans against the wall outside the apartment, fingers curling and scratching against the eggshell paint. He holds the key with a firm grip, hand shaking as he struggles to insert the key into the lock, keening with sharp gasps as he presses his forehead against the cool door while he muffles a low moan with the back of his hand, breathing a sigh of relief as the key finally manages to insert itself into the lock. His toes curl and he stumbles into the room, slamming the door shut behind him with his back, head and back arched as he curls his hand, the teeth of the key pressing into his palm, while he takes slow steps towards the bathroom.

His body burns, chest rising and falling with deep breaths, and as he stumbles, hands pressing flat against the wall to keep him steady and the key falls to the floor with a loud clink. His tongue feels swollen, mouth salivating as the grooves of the wall brush against his bare palms and eyes are clouded in lust, mind filled with nothing but anguish and the need to press himself against something- against someone and just move his hips until the quirk wears off.

The bathroom light blinds him and he stares at his expression. Eyes filled with tears, a red tipped nose and face dusted in cherry red, and messy hair that sticks up and clings to his forehead as sweat pours to complete his appearance. His mouth parted and as he leans over the sink, a trail of drool slips past and spills onto the clean porcelain. His toes curl and he slaps a hand over his mouth, muffling the coarse moan that leaves him.

The facet runs and cold water mixes with his spittle and he cups his hands under and splashes the water onto his face, sighing as a bit of relief comes to him, but as quick as it came, it’s gone. He lets out a pitiful, pained moan, tears threatening to spill over and trace down his cheeks. He shakes his head and removes himself from his clothes, opting to take a shower, that perhaps that will provide him with a longer relief away from the way his cock leaks with pre-ejaculate, the tip blushing with red topped with growing pearls and he feels so heavy. In the bedroom, he hears you whine, sharp and quick, a dream that came too close to reality and his cock responds to you. The clothes kick and sweep across the floor as he walks away, mind clouded and his hand shuts the light off from the bathroom.

The bedroom is dark and he walks with memorized steps, movements slow and hands clawing around the door frame as he uses it as leverage, burning fingertips searing against his skin as his hand falls back to his side. He turns on the lamp, a soft, yellow glow lighting in the room and his eyes turn to meet your sleeping frame. You don’t rustle at the heavy breathing and the light does nothing to disturb you and any rational thoughts that he had left vanishes.

The bed squeaks under his weight, the blanket that was wrapped tightly around your body, is thrown to the side. You wear an old shirt of his, faded back in color and in your sleep, the shirt has risen to expose your pink panites, a soft, light color and he oozes out of his cock, tongue coming up to swipe at his lips.

Tamaki feels shameful, whimpering as he lowers his body against you, whines as your body heat compares to his, and his face is buried into your shoulder, mouth parted and darkening the shirt as his cock is pressed flat against your covered slit. If it were any other day, he’d bashfully ask if he was allowed to touch you, but with desire clouding his mind, he cares about his own want, his cock guiding him to your coveted core that rests behind a thin fabric. He gives a hesitant rut, hands fisting over the pillow and bedsheets, and the whine that leaves his mouth is sinful- full of want and shame. He pushes against you, cock staining the bedsheets and parts of your inner thigh as his hips move at a quicker pace. His shaft twitches, burning red and painfully hard, small wails mumbling past his lips as he tries to find any friction. In your sleep, you squirm, thighs coming together for a quick second, pressing and wrapping around his length and then all too soon, they part and he’s left open.

His hands twitch as they lower down your body, sliding over the faded cotton and he turns you on your side, his body immediately coming back to you, his chest against your back and hands sliding under the shirt, scratching at your soft belly and arching over your breasts. His fingers pinch at your soft nipples, tugging on them, palms going to press on them, feeling the way the hardened buds point against him. His mouth attacks your neck, leaving wet kiss marks that make your neck shine and his cock is pressed between the softness of your thighs. He's in a deep pain, his stomach constricted painfully, cock heavy and sore, as he whines and grinds. The pain is dull, pulsing around his entire body, lighting him on fire, every nerves, every joint in his body, screaming as he thrusts. His mind is foggy, clouded in a lustful haze, mouth open and drooling, tears brimming his eyes and he presses deeper into your breasts, cooing at how good it feels to have your nipples pressed into the palm of his hands.

His cock is hot against your thighs, rutting against you as sharp moans are muffled against you. His moans are shaky, nails digging into your soft flesh and his mouth waters at the thought of licking your wounds away, to nurse on your soft, plentiful breasts, to whimper and croon when you hands knit into his hair and push yourself further against his mouth as he grinds against your cunt. But for now, he paws at your breasts, wraps your thighs against his cock and moves in frantic motions, his cock swelling and he shuts his eyes close, biting down on your neck as thick ropes spill and coat you in a sticky substance, the bed sheets, a warm maroon color, stain in white and darken under and yet, the desperation doesn’t leave him, he whines pitifully and continues to move his hips. The sensitivity runs up and down his cock, more of his essence coming out in weak spurts, his mouth aches and he runs his tongue over the indents in your neck, angry and painful looking and he mumbles apologies into your skin and with sharp nails, he removes the shirt from your body, leaving soft, red scratch marks against your body.

Salvia spills from his mouth as he catches a glimpse of your perky breasts coated in red crescents with pert nipples. His tongue lolls out and the heat doesn’t die, his hands reaching upwards and pressing in the front of your neck and reaching past your lips to pinch at your tongue. Your mouth is hot and instinctively, your tongue swipes at the digits that have entered and you suckle softly before letting your mouth relax.

His breath wobbles and his voice cracks. “Sweetheart,” he croaks, “can you wake up for me?” His hips stutter and he spills on you once. “Please,” he cries, body trembling, his hands gliding over your body and hooking over the waistband of your underwear and he pulls down, wincing as he removes his cock from your sweet thighs. “Wake up,” he chants, nuzzling into your neck. It’s an odd movement to remove your underwear and with a keen sense of smell, he can smell your arousal and he brings the panties up to his face, watching with fascination as they shine with your slick, and his tongue peeks out, a distraught look on his face as bends his arm to suck in the taste that you spilled on your panties.

“Tama-chan,” you whisper and his arm freezes, tongue retracting back into his mouth. “What exactly are you doing?” You ask in an intrigued tone, bending a knee and raising it, causing your lips to spread and he groans and rests his forehead against the back of your head. “The bed’s all wet,” you murmur, your hand slipping and touching at the now drying discharge on the bed. “How many times?”

“Twice,” he croaks, cock still hard and he continues to rut against you, whimpering as your hand wraps around his cock and tugs on him harshly. “I’m still- Please,” he moans, cock twitching and he muffles a scream with a bite on his lips. “It hurts. It- Let me fuck your cunt. Please,” he croaks, hands pawing onto your body. “I promise to be good.” Tears spill over and he doesn’t know how he’s lasted without slipping his thickness into your warm cavern.

You move away and he whimpers, rolling on his back, his hand goes down to relieve himself but you catch his wrist and he lets out a strangled cry. “You’re not usually so brazen.” You stroke his hair that sticks to his forehead and he nuzzles into your hand, desperate to feel any type of affection. “What happened, dear?” You press your lips against his nose and he scrunches it, bucking his hips into the air. “Use your words, Tama-chan.”

“Qui- Quirk,” he gasps out. “Aphrodisiac,” he explains weakly. “I-” his eyes water and his mouth parts as your breasts swing gently with the movements, “I’ve been so hard- I need- Please,” he mutters, “ride me, let me fuck you. Please-” his legs pinch together and you glance down to see cum ooze and bubble out, dripping down his shaft- “take care of me.”

“Third one, huh?” You turn back to look him in the eyes and his heels dig into the mattress. “You fucked me in my sleep and now you want to be rewarded for such crass behavior? Dear, I have work tomorrow morning. I’m all slicked and wet and did you even think about my pleasure? Or did you just be a greedy, little boy and think about your own?” He shakes his head and closes his eyes. “Oh honey,” you shake your head and click your tongue in disdain. “Bad, little boys don’t get to stuff their cock.”

“No, no,” he mewls, tears slipping past and curving over his cheeks. Your hand leaves his face and he tries to nuzzle into where your hand once rested. “Let me taste you. Let me eat you out. I’ll make you feel good. Let me suck on your tits, please. I’ll do what you want. Just- fuck!” He hisses out, eyes wide and you grasp his cock in your hand.

“Here’s the deal,” you cunt is lifted over his face and gossamer strings stick and snap apart and your legs spread, “you make me feel good and I’ll work on your pretty, pink cock, hm? Does that sound good?”

“Yes,” he breathes out, breath hot and mouth wet as your sex lowers onto his mouth. “Anything for you,” he murmurs, words quickly muffled by your weeping cunt against his wet mouth.

“Three times and you’re still so hard, Tamaki,” you coo, your hand wrapped around his length. “Must have been a strong quirk.” His tongue lashes out, sliding against your folds, the tip of it parting and teasing your slit. He breathes sharply when a nail glides against a sensitive vein. “Oh, you poor baby. You must have been hard the entire way home.” He nods against your heat and his cock twitches in your grip. “Now Tamaki, there’s no need to be shy. You’re free to eat to your heart’s content. Just no touching, okay? You still don’t get off so easily.”

He jumps and raises his head, neck craning in a dull ache, tongue circling around the rim of your entrance, small bits of arousal staining and dripping on his tongue. His tongue pushes past and enters your soft cunt, a sense of pride swelling in his chest when you curse softly under your breath. He swirls inside of your velvety walls, tongue long and thin, folding and expanding and tracing along inside, your slick spilling past and coating his face and arches his back, breathing heavily when your lips brush against his cockhead.

You’re teasingly slow, lips pressing soft, fleeting kisses against his slit, lips dragging down the mushroom head, and open mouthed kisses warming his cock, coated in a mixture of your slick, his cum and now you’re salvia. He moans when you envelop his cockhead, cheeks already hollowing and tongue alternating between flat and the tip of it, as it moves around him. He moans against you, sweet, strong vibrations against your core and it reaches a heat pooling in your lower stomach, the knot around twisting and coiling and you sit deeper against his face. One hand keeps you held at a slant while the other wraps around and holds his cock, pumping him in soft motions, mouth lowering and pressing your tongue against him.

Your tongue swirls around him, hand fisting what cannot fit and your nails tap against him, lowering your head and removing your hand to lay flat against the bed, coming to a stable position. He groans against you, your soft walls around with thick, gooey arousal dripping and coating you, mixed in with his warm spittle that pushes and leaves you, his teeth bared and slightly nipping at you. He circles your clit and suckles on it, the pink muscle shaky even as he gets his fill. You lower your mouth and his cock slides down the curve of your throat, filling and expanding and with shared pleasure, you moan against him.

You pull away for a brief moment  and he lets out a loud whine, shaking his head and lapping at your cunt. You hear muffled words of pleading and you kiss his slit, pearls painting your swollen lips. “It’s okay, dear. You’re doing so good. Such a good-” you peck his slit- “pretty-” you blow cool air at his slit and watch in interest as he bobs- “boy.” You swallow him in your mouth once more. Your jaw is wide, spread as you try to open it to the fullest extent and as your orgasm washes over his face in full waves, his mouth open and suckling, clicking and eager, he takes it greedily, enjoying the sweet flavor that fills him and with a quick tap against his thigh, his leg muscles tense and his hands claw at the sheets. He’s sweet tasting, no bitter, salty aftermath, full of sweets and clean, as he spills thick cream down your throat, your eyes watering and hands curling over his thighs, scratching him as you try to not gag around him.

You pull away, cupping your mouth, not daring to waste his flavor and you watch as his ock still stands in attention, his tongue still lapping feverishly against you and when you crawl away, he protests, shaking his head and hands coming up to make grabbing motions.

“Please,” he moans, eyes half lidded and face covered in a handsome blush, “more. I’m not done, please.”

You sit on him, his cock hitting against your stomach and your hands grab his wrists. You place his palms on your breasts and he whimpers, bucking his hips, trails of discharge dirtying your stomach. “You’re going to be a good boy, okay?” You lean over and cup his face. “Right? You’re going to listen to me and behave?” He nods eagerly, eyes watering and his breaths coming out in short, heaving rasps. You smile sweetly, lips curving over your teeth and you lean into his ear, whispering in a sultry voice, “Bring out the tentacles, Tama-chan.”

His arms morph, where hands once laid upon your chest are now replaced by candy colored tentacles with soft rose colored suctions. You take in a sharp gasp. Your hand leaves his face and you hold the frim appendages under your grasp; you can feel the power they hold in them, the muscles that twitch and pulse and they wrap around your torso, suctions teasing the edge of your nipples, and he lifts you in the air, watching you with attentive eyes and when you nod your head, your legs spread and you’re filled by his cock.

His mouth encases around a pert nipple, cheeks hollowing as he begins to nurse, his tongue flickering against the bud, coming in short, fast licks, cheeks hollowed and his bottom lip wobbles as your hand covers over his head, fingers parting his tangle hair and he whines appreciatively, eyes closing and around your body, the tentacles slip and hold onto you. The solid mass arches and sticks your body, a suction cup wrapped around the neglected breast. It’s soft and sticky, slip and hold onto the nipple, and his arms pulse and your bud is pulled taut and you let out a soft curse broken by a moan.

“You’re doing so good, love,” you coo, eyes pinching shut as he rocks his hips. “You poor hero, you must have been needy for so long.” Your hands scratch at his scalp and he nuzzles further into your chest. “You’re doing such a good job Tama-chan. I feel so full,” you croon, mouth parted as you let out gasps of pleasure. “My precious Suneater, you’re stretching me so wide.”

The suction pulses and it makes you grit your teeth, another orgasm already trailing and forming. Your walls pulse, gooey and soft around him; his hard member thick and twitching inside and you clench around him, your entrance taut and his teeth nip at your bud, is tongue flicking slowly and flat in a silent apology. His head nudges against your hand and the suction pulls away, leaving your breast with a red rimmed circle and a swollen nipple. His head darts and your bud, drenched in his dribble has a suction wrapped around and you groan at the feeling.

He’s deep inside of you, cock twitching around your walls, sharp clicking sounds filling the room, and a thick tentacle, curls and wraps around your neck, the thickness slimming down as it reaches your mouth. Your head is craned back and the soft, thin tip swipes across your lips and you open your mouth, tongue out and flat and you greedily suck on him. Even with the thin appendage, it still fills your mouth and drool spills out from a corner and slides down your chin. It spills down and presses against the back of your throat, tears fill your eyes as it invades your throat, tongue running over the suctions that twitch and stick lightly to your own pink appendage.

Your hand fists into his hair and the other holds the back of his head as he continues to suckleon your perky tits, moaning and dripping past his chin and pressing you close to him while he bucks wildly. Your eyes grow heavy and the know in the stomach begins to burn. Tears freely spilling over while you grasp the outer part of the tentacle that is exploring your mouth. Another brushes past your clit and you jerk, eyes wide and you struggle to look down at Tamaki, whose eyes are closed while he sucks on your breasts. The tentacle is thin and brushes alongside your clit as if it has a mind of its own and it sticks alongside your slit, wetness slipping out as you pulse and twitch as a smaller suction cup encases your pearl and pulses around it.

You ull on the tentacle in your mouth and it slips out, leaving you empty and with a sore jaw. “Tamaki,” you croak out, feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, walls clenching and pulsing, “I’m close again.” You let out a whine and your legs jerk against him, grinding your hips against him. He makes a noise of acknowledgement, eyes fluttering open and he talks around your breasts. “You’re so good, love.” You tilt your head and your breaths have started to come out in harsher gasps. “You did so good today. You listened so well. You’re such a good boy. I’m- fuck!” Your words are broken and you close your eyes shut. “Fuck Tamaki, you feel so good.” Your walls clench and you pull on him inside, the suctions around your body, squirming and leaving you covered in bright red spots, that pale around your untouched skin. “You’re so pretty,” you compliment, a lovesick smile taking over your features. “So cute with a flushed face and pretty, pink dick. You’re so good. A good little,” a groan interrupts your words, “boy. My precious little Suneater,” you say in a high pitched voice and as his mouth pops off of your breast, his lips purse and he blows cool air over the pebbled nipple.

You groan and buck against him, walls gooey and soft clenching and tightening around him, pulsating and twitching as your high rolls over in harsh waves and as if following your movements, the suctions pulse and vibrate against your body in time with your rapid breaths. You lift away from him and he calls your name, holding you painfully tight with the tentacles and warmth spreads throughout your body. His cock spasms, and you’re filled with white, hot discharge, the thick cream, filling and swelling deep in your belly, his hips still moving through both of your orgasms. He chokes out feeble attempts at your name and when you stare down at him, tears are trailing down his face, crying out as you press your palms against his chest, brushing against the pert nipple and he whines and shakes his head.

“‘S too much,” he mumbles, hips still moving and rocking the both of you. “Too much,” he moans, hiccuping slightly as his face deepens in his blush, the tip of his ears now matching.

You force yourself to still above him, locking your hips down and you bend over, taking his face in your palms and you steady yourself with your knees, his tentacles now morphing back to arms and hands.

“It’s okay, Tamaki,” you whisper softly, thumbs brushing along his cheekbones. “You did so good. You feel better now, don’t you?” He nods and his face pinches in pain as his ejaculate spills over and stains the both of you. “How are the effects? Do you still feel them?” He mewls and his hips stutter against you. “Use your words,” you request, pressing a chaste kiss against his lips.

He’s quiet, breathing harshly and biting down on his lip. “Tingly,” he breathes out after a pause. “It’s too- too much.”

“Too much what?” You press, tentatively, sliding up from his cock only to still and fall back down as he lets out a pained cry, tears sliding and leaving him red in the face.

“Sensitive,” he mumbles, opening his eyes into a squint. “I’m still-”

You shush him with a kiss and he groans as you lift your hips, seed leaving your body in large amounts. It’s heavy and warm and slides out of you and leaves you hissing. “Do you want me to ride you?” He shakes his head. “Do you want help?” He nods and he lays still with short, breathy cries filling the room as you pull away and wrap your hand loosely around him.

He spurts out small ropes that coat your hands and you coo softly at him, pumping him lazily, as you mumble words of praise, pessing fleeting kisses over him, watching as the rapid twitches of his shaft come to a stop. The red in his cock has faded to a light pink, his cock going limp in your grip, and when you rest his length against his thigh, you grab at the old shirt and huff in disappointment at the thought of having to throw it away as you clean around him, dabbing at the stains. When you turn back to face Tamaki, he’s asleep, chest rising and lips parted, the harsh red faded and you smile softly, pressing a kiss against the tip of his nose and moving away the strands of hair that persistently stick to his face. “Feel better, Tama-chan,” you whisper softly.

[sunaswife]

𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖍𝖎𝖒

Shigaraki X f! Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, brainwashed/ programmed reader, implied kidnapping, Dom/sub, use of the word ‘pet’ and ‘master’, first time sex, uh..does this count as yandere..? Idk lol

🔪: this is like my second time writing smut so I’m sorry if it’s bad 🙇‍♀️ plz don’t spank me. N E Wayz I dedicate this fic to @aoi-turtle 🖤 and Any other shiggy whores out there

Edit: I FORGOT TO TAG @dinablossom and @toworuu IM SO SORRY BSVAKAGSJA

Summary: Imagine being programmed to be the leagues healer but also Shigaraki’s little cum bucket

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“Master what is the meaning of this.” Shigaraki looked at the television screen as he scratched his neck. “I took her quirk and made it a thousand times better.” He said simply. “Tomura shigaraki where should I place her?” Kurogiri asked. “Anywhere. I don’t care. I just don’t understand why you brought a stupid hero here.” He said annoyed.

“Now now—“ “Shut up and put her somewhere out of my sight!” Tomura demanded and Kurogiri sighed and carried your body to the spare room by shigaraki’s private quarters. You looked dead, you were exhausted, traumatized, in shock.

You were frozen. Your eyes stayed open, unblinking as you stared at the ceiling. It looked as if you were dead. But your body is warm and you were breathing, you’re alive and you’ll recover quick. Thanks to the quirk All for One fixed for you.

Dabi smirked at your ruined form. Spinner hid his rosy cheeks, you were a cute one. Toga was excited to have another girl in the league she talked with Twice about all the fun things you two could do together. Whether it be painting your nails, doing your hair, torturing someone, or making them bleed. She was excited.

“What’s so good about her quirk that you needed it.” Shigaraki asked. “It’s come to my attention that the league has been missing an important puzzle piece.” He started off. “Yeah? What’s that?” The light blue haired man asked. He was beyond ticked off to have a hero here. “She’s not a hero. She was training under UA’s school nurse. But she fell into the hero course for recovery and first aid training.” He said and everyone stayed silent and patiently listened to the brain behind the league.

“Her quirk is pyrokinetic regeneration. She manipulates fire with the energy of the person who needs healing and together she heals with so called fire. Her quirk was small, only a few cuts a bruises here and there could she heal. But I added cell regeneration so she can even fix up deep wounds that could need surgery in a matter of days instead of months.”

“Sounds amazing! No she could use her fire against us!” Twice said and Toga nodded. “She won’t. Her fire doesn’t burn unless you’re hurt.” Kurogiri returned. “But she’s still a hero brat so wouldn’t she try to resist?” Dabi asked. “I don’t know but let me try and see!” Toga giggled and pulled out a knife she easily slit her wrist and skipped her way to your new room.

Out of curiosity the other members followed suit. Shigaraki first, he wanted to see if you were truly useful if not then he’d disintegrate you right here and now. “Hi hi new friend! My name is Toga!” The psychotic girl giggle as her blood dripped all over the floor. You looked up slowly from your spot on the bed. “H-hi...T-toga..” your voice was low. “Kurogiri Can you bring her some water?” Toga asked and he left and came back in the blink of an eye.

Your hands were shaking for the cup of water but Toga held it back, away from you. “If you want the water then heal my wrist first.” She said sweetly with a giggle. “Heal your wrist?” You whispered and she nodded. “O-okay..” you stuttered and you slowly removed the blanket from your lap. You stood up with wobbly legs to go to the girl but you fell. The chain on your ankle pulled you back. You winced and looked at her, pleading for her to come to you. She asked if you were okay and when you responded she shoved her bloody arm to your face. “Take a deep breath. This may sting...” you started and a small green flame came upon your hand. You rubbed the flame over both of your hands like you were putting on lotion, finally when the flames covered both hands you pressed hard on her wrist. She winced, “ow ow ow.” She whimpered, you removed your hands and everyone stared at the flame around her whole wrist. “Give it thirty seconds....or not...” you said as you stared wide eyed at her already healed cut. It was barley a touch and it’s gone now. “Wow. No scar!” She giggled and turned to show the guys. “Wow stab me next, please don’t or else I’ll bite ya!” Twice said and you reached for the water. “Interesting.” Shigaraki mumbled with a small squint. Kurogiri looked over and hoped he wouldn’t do anything bad to you.

“Shows over. She needs her rest.” Kurogiri said and everyone left one by one. Toga gave her a hug and wished for you both to be the best of friends and she skipped away. “Tomura Shigaraki. What are you thinking?” Kurogiri asked as Shigaraki began to walk into your room. “Nothing that concerns you.” He spat and slammed the door. Kurogiri sighed but returned to the bar nonetheless.

“Do you know who I am?” Shigaraki asked, “Yes you’re the leader of the league of villains, You’re name is Tomura Shigaraki and your quirk is decay—“ “that’s enough!” He raised his voice and looked at you with wide eyes.

You looked so sad and you glanced down at your cup. “Mr. shigaraki I know I don’t usually talk this much. I’ve always been the quiet type. I think whoever kidnapped me gave me a huge sense of knowledge. I know the league is bad but I don’t care about the heroes anymore and I don’t know why. I know everything about you guys, your true identity, your quirks, your past. And when I see you I—“ you quickly stopped yourself.

Shigaraki raised a brow. “You what?” He asked curiously. “N-nothing. Just forget it.” You answered and he growled. “Answer me now before I kill you.” He said and your legs subconsciously clenched together. You stayed quiet and your chest rose and fell a little more quickly. Why was this feeling in your chest when this killer, this man child looked at you? What exactly did the man he calls master do to you?

Before you knew it he gripped your chin and lifted it harshly so you could look at his wrinkly red eyes. Even though he looks like a bum he smelled nice and clean. A hand was covering his face and you slowly lifted your hand to touch it and his other hand grabbed your wrist. “What the fuck are you doing? Do you have a death wish you fucking idiot?” He growled and you gulped. “C-can i see your face?” You asked and he tilted his head confused.

“No. Answer my question-“ before you both knew it, as if your body had a mind of its own you tackled shigaraki down and you snatched the hand off his face. His hand quickly wrapped around your neck and arm and you pressed your lips against his. He halted his finger from pressing against your neck. He was beyond confused.

“If only tomura finished listening to what i had to say.” All for one chuckled loudly. You both were able to faintly hear the television from down the hall. “He would know that I managed to change y/N’s desires and whole way of thinking. She’s now with the league of Villains and she’s in love with its leader, Tomura Shigaraki. Consider it a present and motivation for the future of the league.” You both heard and you pulled away from him. “I’m sorry. I should have asked.” You said lowly. He stood there stunned and silent.

He slowly sat up and looked at your figure. “So you were brainwashed like my Nomu.” He hummed and took a few steps back. He noticed how you crawled closer to him but the chain was keeping you away.

“Who do you love?”

“You.”

“Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Who’s your master?”

“Tomura Shigaraki.”

You said and he smirked. He was gonna have fun with you. “At least master was kind enough to give me a beauty.” He said as he held on to the chains. “Don’t freak out.” He warned and you nodded. He disintegrated the chain around your ankle and he pulled you by the arm. You were wearing an ugly hospital gown and you were barefoot. You couldn’t help but shiver. He went next door to his room and he shoved you in and slammed the door. You nearly tripped over the mess and you turned to look at shiggy. “Why are you just standing there?” He asked, “You haven’t given me orders.” You deadpanned. “You can’t think for yourself?” He questioned. “No i can but I Don’t want to upset you.” You replied.

“Fine then clean this shit up.” He referred to his very very messy room. You nodded and began to lift up a piece of trash but he pulled you away. “Change first.” He said and handed you a black hoodie. “Do you have a bathroom?” You asked. “No change here.” He said and you nodded. You turned so your back was facing him and carefully began to take off the gown, leaving you completely bare and Shigaraki couldn’t help but look.

Your skin was so beautiful and looked so soft. He saw as you carefully put on his hoodie and it completely engulfed you. It reached to your mid thigh. You slowly turned to look at him with rosy cheeks. The hoodie smelled just like him. “Tomura—“ “It’s master to you.” He Interrupted and you nodded, subconsciously squeezing your thighs together once more. “Sorry...m-master.” You said and played with the hem of his hoodie.

“Master..can I have some underwear too...? I feel weird, when I’m bare underneath..” you asked. “No, continue cleaning my room.” He answered coldly and sat on his gaming chair. He turned on his console and began playing whatever game he had.

You sighed and you couldn’t help but admire his gorgeous yet scarred face and his beautiful long fingers. In an instant he can kill you, but if you’re good..then he might even reward you. If you were to die, I’d rather be in the hands of your master than anyone else.

You quickly began you pick up the instant ramen bowls and bags of chips. You separated recycling and trash. You even managed to pick up all his dirty clothes and put it in the hamper in less than an hour. Tomura was stunned, one minute he can barley walk in, the next It’s almost spotless. He saw you from the corner of his eye, you were folding his clothes that practically had the same color scheme.

“Can i go through your drawers to put your clothes away..?” You finally spoke up. “Yeah it’s whatever. I don’t care.” He mumbled and returned to the screen. “Ugh stupid game!” He huffed and began pressing the controller more furiously. You chuckled and thought that it was so cute and adorable when he was frustrated.

You went to his California king sized bed and began to fix the sheets and make his bed. Since it was so huge, you had to climb on to properly fix it. You were completely in your own world when Shigaraki turned and saw your wet cunt on display in all it’s glory. Ever since he saw you he couldn’t help but feel that urge to take you. His resistance was getting to him and now he wanted to give in to his urges even more. He was too distracted that he lost the fucking game and he growled and disintegrated the controller. That was his own form of rage quitting.

You heard his sound of frustration so when you turned you expected him to be in the same chair uttering bullshit, but you were shocked when you felt your hips being pulled back. Your cunt was touching his pants, but you can feel his bulge. “Um..master..I—“

“Shut up.” He said and reached for your neck. He pulled you back to him and wrapped his other arm around your waist, hovering your aching clit. “This is whats gonna happen.” He started off and you nodded. “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to like it. Okay?”

“I understand.” You said softly, you felt his hands slowly lift up the hoodie just a bit to get a better view of your ass. You couldn’t help but feel slightly embarrassed. “I know I’m probably not your dream girl but I promise to be a good girl, master..” your voice shook. He tilted his head, were you getting insecure?

“No pet, you’re perfect to me.” He assured and you could hear his belt jingle as he took it off. “You seem pretty wet already, pet. Since how long have you been like this?” He asked as he got out of his jeans. He slowly open your cheeks to reveal your little pussy clenching around nothing, how cute. “Since I saw you..” you mumbled. He smirked and leaned down. He immediately began to eat out your cunt causing you to gasp in shock and grip the sheets. Your chest layed roughly against the bed as your ass stood proud in the air for the leader of the league of villains to enjoy.

“Fuck—“ you moaned and you felt a slap on your ass. You slightly jumped released a small yelp. “Watch your language.” He growled from your pussy. “Yes master.” You whimpered and he slowly began to rub his thumb on your other hole. Your small moans filled the room and he easily slipped his middle finger in you. You squeezed around him so deliciously, he couldn’t help but wished his cock was inside.

This has never happened to him before, this feeling in his chest. Someone that loves him and will obey his every command. You’re so beautiful as well, and your sounds. Your moans and whimpers, in all honesty he jut wanted to get himself off. But after hearing you and seeing you. He wants to make sure you have pleasure as well.

He continued pumping his finger in and out of your slick walls and your voice started getting slightly higher. “Master...I—I’m gonna cum...”you panted and your toes began to curl. “It’s okay, cum for me, pet. You’ve been a good girl.” He said softly and he felt you clench around his finger. When you came he slowly removed his finger and examined it. You must be new to is if you could get off with just one of his long fingers.

You layed on the bed a bit tired, not paying attention to your master who had tasted your cum on his finger. It was delicious and he wanted another taste. When you felt a lick on your cunt again you immediately shivered and clenched your thighs. “Hold still I just wanna taste some cum.” Shigaraki huffed and he pulled your thighs apart. You were pretty sensitive but you obeyed nonetheless.

You moans began to fill the room once more and before you could finish and cum again he pulled away. You automatically whimpered and turned to give your master puppy dog eyes. “I would let you cum again, but my cock is so fucking hard I don’t think I can wait another minute.” he said and began to pull down his boxers.

Before you could get back in position, which freaking hurt, he flipped you over on your back and you made a small oof noise. You looked up to See shigaraki focused on his cock, he was rubbing himself up and down your slit to use your cum as lube. “Alright I’m going in.” He announced and slowly pushed his rather large member inside your tint cunt. You immediately yelped and held on to his biceps. “M-master wait—it hurts..” you pleaded and Tomura finally looked up at your face.

He loves inflicting pain, he loves watching people’s painful expressions when they’re hurt or when they’re gonna die. Chisaki’s face was so amusing. But when he saw yours, his heart shattered and he didn’t want to hurt you at all. You’ve been nothing but good to him, he doesn’t want to hurt his little toy. “I’m sorry.” He apologized, “it’s okay..” you sniffled. After a minute of him being patient you gave him a nod and he continued to slowly bottom out.

You both released a moan when he was all the way in. You both have never felt anything like this before. “Can I start moving?” Shigaraki asked you as he brushed way the hair from your face. You nodded and he pulled almost all the way out and he slammed back in. Your little gasps and moans came back which made shigaraki feel at ease. You can clearly hear your slick with every thrust and it was music to his ears.

“I’ve been neglecting these.” He grunted and lifted his hoodie over your chest. Finally he was able to see your beautiful soft breasts bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck you’re so beautiful.” He moaned and immediately lowered his mouth to one of your nipples. You squealed and your back arched and he pushed you down. “Master...” you moaned softly. His tongue swirled around your hardened bud and your fingers tangled in his light blue hair. Two of his fingers pinched your other nipple and he lightly bit the nipple in his mouth.

“I think I-I’m close—“ you gasped and he removed his mouth. His thrusts decreased in speed but they became harder. He had a stupid smirk on his face and your eyes widened when he wrapped his hand around your throat. “Hold it until I say so.” He demanded and you muttered a weak yes. He felt how your gummy walls squeezed against his large dick, he was getting close too. “Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He groaned with his head tilted back and your mouth watered at the sight. Why is he so fucking handsome?

He could feel himself getting closer to his climax so he rubbed his thumb on you clit while increasing his pace once more, causing you to be even louder than before. Everyone in the bar could hear and a certain fire villian grumbled in annoyance. “Master I can’t hold it anymore!” You screamed. “Then cum my stupid little pet. Cum all over my cock like a good girl.” He grunted and bit his lip at the sight of your sweaty body. Your bouncing breasts, crazy hair, your adorable ahego face, your twitching legs and finally your grip on his biceps. You were so prefect and so good to him and only him.

When you came you felt his cum shoot inside you as well causing you to gasp at the delicious feeling. Tomura rested his head on your shoulder and tried catching his breath. You couldn’t help but smile and blush at the closeness. You slowly wrapped your arms around him and you gave his shoulder a kiss causing him to freeze. “I love you master, thank you for making me feel good.” You said softly. He chuckled and pulled you closer, “I love you too.”

I wanna write a part 2 of Shiggy finding out his little toy is being used by a certain fire boy 👀