#i'm so insanely jealous i want to rip my hair off

[radioactive-cloud]

my biggest wish is to become a thoughtless senseless robot who doesn't feel loneliness sadness and boredom

[slytherinslut0]

MATTHEO RIDDLE ONESHOT- We Aren’t Over

VOTERS RESULT FROM MY POLL<3 XOXO ENJOY

Info: FWB gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off.

Word count: 4.5k

Tags: 18+, PURE SMUT, PIV, FWB, Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, Begging, Teasing, Jealousy, Threats of Violence, Good Sex

"You look so fucking sexy..."

large hands belonging to an admittedly handsome Ravenclaw student that you failed to acquire the name of gripped your hips; firmly pulling you against his tall body as his lips grazed your ear, hot whiskey breath washing over you, intoxicating you even further than you already were.

One hand slid around to your ass, gripping a palmful of the plump flesh over the fabric of your Slytherin uniform skirt. Your breath hitched in your throat as he nipped your earlobe, teeth tugging gently on your emerald earring, his voice a low reverberation down your spine.

"I'd love to rip that awful fucking uniform off of you and get a taste of what you're hiding under there..."

Your cheeks burned, warmth flooding you as you chewed on your lip, bringing your mouth toward his own ear now as the two of you could hardly hear yourselves think amidst the blaring music coming from the speakers in the out-of-control Friday night Slytherin party, green flashing lights blurring your vision further than the alcohol was as you squinted to try and get a better glimpse of his face.

In your intoxicated state, you couldn't recognize this guy for the life of you. The only thing that gave away his Ravenclaw status was his uniform.

"I'd be careful with your next words there, little Raven," you purred, your unsteady fingers finding his shoulders. "I promise you, you'll regret coming into my house and disrespecting my emblem like that..."

Gods, you were fucking hammered, but since you and your friends-with-benefits had called things off last weekend; you'd been desperate to find someone new to hopefully satisfy you just as well as he did--but admittedly, your hopes were low.

Not many boys knew your body like the back of their hand, or knew exactly how to drive you sexually insane, the way Mattheo fucking Riddle did.

"Is that so?" His grip on your body tightened, a deep groan leaving his throat as he pressed his lips to your jaw. "I'm not quite sure a poor little serpent like you is any match for a big bad raven like me..."

"You'd be surprised," you retorted, slowly threading your fingers through his thick brown hair. "It's been proven that even the most intelligent birds couldn't elude the cunning serpent's snare..." you tilted your head, smirking. "But go on, underestimate me...that'll be fun."

His eyes widened, the darkness inside his pupils boring into you, drowning you in their endless voids. Your stomach twisted as your sight locked in with his, and you took a moment to analyze his features a little better. Gods, he looked so fucking much like Mattheo.

Why was it that you could never seem to get that fucking guy out of your head?

You were convinced that you were going to die one day with his gorgeous fucking face still haunting you--those dark penetrating eyes, that devilish, seductive smirk--that messy mop of chocolate curls that sat effortlessly adorable over his forehead. Fuck, you hated him.

You hated him for fucking you so good you couldn't stop fucking thinking about him; even after the endless bickering and arguing the two of you had been going through over the last few weeks, causing a consensual end to your hookups--you hated him for occupying your mind even while you were pressed up against an undeniably sexy new guy, who clearly had a deep interest in you, who clearly wanted to fuck you until your legs gave out.

You should be happy right now, you should be overly fucking ecstatic, practically brimming with relief as the Ravenclaw guy leaned in, pressing his lips to yours and capturing your mouth in a sloppy, intoxicated kiss; his tongue slipping past your teeth as his hands gripped your ass with enough force to bruise--you should be completely fucking overjoyed as your lids fluttered shut, your mouths working over the others with a little too much desperation as you stood in the middle of the crowded common room, fervent fingers gripping onto each other as though your lives depended on it.

You should be happy, but you're not.

When you broke the kiss, the Ravenclaws brows furrowed, but before he had a chance to ask you to his dorm, and in a hopeful attempt at subtly saving yourself, you brought your lips toward his ear, trying to sound as sexy and inconspicuous as possible. "Why don't you get us some drinks?"

When he smirked, nodding in agreement, he graced your ass with one last squeeze before he spun around, making his way across the room and heading toward the bar station. You watched him as he went, and as soon as he had disappeared within the sea of inebriated bodies; you let out a long, exasperated breath; spinning on your heel to quickly make your way to the bathroom and away from that spot before he returned.

Sure, you felt bad for ditching him like that, but he was just as drunk as you were. He'd forget you even existed by the morning.

As you shoved your way through the endless amounts of drunk, sweaty bodies, you'd almost successfully broke through the crowd when a strong, firm grip wrapped around your wrist; hot breath washing over your neck as a tall body pressed against your backside--a height so towering and presence so intoxicating you already knew, without hearing his voice or seeing his face, that it could only be one fucking man.

"Where you headed, princess?" Mattheo's deep, husky drawl rolled through your eardrums like honey; a slow, thick, and admittedly fucking seductive pitch. "You're not really going to ditch that poor bastard after getting him going like that, are you?"

You turned your head, trying to glimpse him over your shoulder, fighting to hide your smirk. "I don't see how that's any of your business, Riddle."

"Ouch...one week without my cock and we're already back to second name basis, huh?" His grip tightened, his body heat enveloping you, his plush lips pressed tight against your ear. "I'm just surprised...you looked like you were enjoying yourself."

"Stalking me, are you?" You scoffed, trying to pry your wrist from his hold but he tightened his grip even further, other hand snaking around to your hip. "Is the big heartless Riddle boy jealous?"

He chuckled, and you could almost see the smirk on his lips. The feeling of his chest rumbling against your back did inexplicable things to your cunt. Gods, you hated how you were already fucking melting for him and you haven't even taken one single look at his face.

"Were you thinking about me?" He purred, teeth nipping at your ear, the arrogance in his tone igniting flames in your veins. "When his tongue was halfway down your fucking throat, were you wishing it was mine?"

"Give me a break, Mattheo." Your head was spinning, oxygen evaporating; but you knew you needed to play it off. "Don't fucking flatter yourself."

"You know you love the things I fucking did to you..." by this point his voice was a low growl, his tone so deep and dark in your ear it sent shudders skittering down your spine. "You know you'll search for me in every single sad sack you try to distract yourself with."

Heat flashed your face, his fingers digging into your hip with enough force to bruise. "Jealous of a Ravenclaw...must be a tough pill to swallow for the Slytherin prince-"

When his teeth sunk into your earlobe with enough force to basically tell you to shut up without actually saying it, you yelped--eyes fluttering shut as he tugged you back against him with added force.

"Keep talking, princess, and I won't hesitate to walk over there and rearrange his fucking face..." he spat the words through barred teeth, your bones shaking with the deep vibration. "Do you even know his name? Huh? Do you even know who the fuck he is?"

Gods, you were cursing yourself. As if you were about to fold for this man after he'd basically told you to fuck off and leave him alone no less than a week ago. Your brain knew, above all else, that what you were about to do was completely fucking wrong--but your cunt paid no mind to your brains protests. Your cunt wanted Mattheo Riddle.

"No, Matty, I don't..." you whispered, tilting your head to give him better access to you neck. "Lots of night left, though...I'm sure I'll be quite familiar with it when I'm screaming-"

He sunk his teeth into your neck now, forcing a sharp squeal from your lips--another commanding gesture to silently warn you that if you kept talking, he was going to fucking lose it. Part of you hoped he would.

"What have I told you about saying my fucking name like that, princess..." he growled, licking a flat strip up the side of your throat. Fuck, you loved that tongue. That skilled, tentative fucking tongue. "And if you keep talking like that, the only thing you'll be screaming is for me to stop when I'm beating his fucking face into the floor..."

His words made you fucking shudder, a full body tremor against his built chest, entirely unable to control yourself now. The need between your thighs was becoming more insistent by the second, and at this point--you were at a complete loss for words; your lips involuntarily uttering the one word you knew you'd never forget how to say, regardless of how speechless you were.

His name. "Mattheo..."

"There she is..." he murmured, the praise in his tone making your breath hitch in your lungs. "Aren't you glad you met me? I know you got me stuck inside your memory..."

Long fingers slipped under the fabric of your shirt, grazing over your stomach. Bodies were everywhere, drunk students around you paying absolutely no mind to the intoxicated sins the two of you were about to commit.

"No," you uttered, so quiet you weren't even sure if he'd heard it. "I want you out of my fucking head..."

He purred in satisfaction, revelling in the fact you'd finally admitted to missing him. "Should've listened to me, princess...told you I was bad for you..."

More heat swarmed you, your thighs screaming; begging in need. "We can't keep doing this...it's so wrong, Matty..."

"But it feels so right, doesn't it?" His hand around your wrist snuck down to your hip, his other pressed against your stomach; pulling you tighter against his crotch--your breath evaporated when you felt his aggressive bulge against your ass. "Feel that, princess? That's what you fucking do to me..."

He pressed his lips to your pulse, teeth softly grazing over it, and you mewled; head falling back against his shoulder, body melting into his own--surrendering yourself to his intoxicating dominance just as you've done time and time before.

"I hate myself for letting you do this to me..." you breathed, head rolling to the side as his teeth worked purple possession marks into your skin. "I'm so stupid for you..."

"That's it, admit it, baby...admit that you missed this..." his grip tightened, tone thickened with lust. "You're my little devil, you know I'd sin for you..."

At his words, your entire body ignited into pure fucking flame, magma replacing the blood that flowed through your veins; threatening to melt your uniform and leaving you in nothing more than a pile of ash at his feet. You were done talking, you needed his fucking cock.

"Are we gonna quit the talking and do something about it then, hm?" You purred, tilting your head back to meet his eyes for the first time; your head spinning as you drowned in the dark hurricane of their desire. "Show me how you'd sin for me, Matty..."

"I'll show you, baby, I'll fucking show you..." he said, wetting his lips as he held your stare. "Your dorm or mine?"

Music to your fucking ears. "Yours."

Without another word, Mattheo gripped your wrist, his hold like a snake, slithering around you gently at first; slowly increasing its pressure until he'd cut the blood flow, threatening suffocation of your lungs and leaving you with only hungry, primal desire--eradicating all thoughts of just how horrible of an idea you knew this was. He dragged you out of the common room and toward his dorm, not sparing you a single glance as he ripped open the door and pulled you inside; slamming your back up against it as it closed, one hand snaking toward the lock and clicking it tight into place.

When he paused, two hands finding residence against the wood on either side of your head; not moving, only staring, it was as though the rest of the world faded away--and all that was left was the cunning, messy brown haired boy in front of you. His presence filled the room, suffocating you, stopping your heart mid-beat. He loomed over you, toes centimeters from your own, chest so close that you both would touch with a deep enough breath.

You scanned his body, heart pounding, palms sweating from the impending reality of your desire, and he smirked, leaning closer.

"I don't think I can allow another man to lay a fucking finger on you ever again..." he whispered. "I don't think that perfect fucking pussy can belong to anyone fucking else."

"Since when did it belong to you, Matty?" You shuddered, deciding to test him a bit. "I thought we were just casual-"

"You think anyone else could fuck you stupid like I do?" You could practically feel his fingernails digging into the wood beside your head, the anger building in his eyes. "How about your exes? How'd they fuck you, huh?"

Your throat tightened. "Mattheo-"

"Say it." He growled, leaning closer--so close your noses brushed. "You want me to make you fucking cum, princess? Say that little pussy is mine."

Gods, curse your fucking insatiable need to get fucked. At this point, you were fully cognizant of the fact that this man could make you say damned-near anything if it meant he'd get inside you. Swallowing your ego, you met his stare--as intense as it had ever felt--and licked your lips.

"It's yours, Matty..." you murmured. "It's all yours."

Mattheo Riddle smirked. "That's fucking right."

Unable to decide between indignant and patronized, you eschewed both, and instead opted to hook your fingers into his belt, pulling yourself into him while you boosted yourself on your tiptoes to meet his lips with your own. Your kiss was hungry and demanding as you sought to memorize his mouth with your tongue. Mattheo's large hands cupped your face, fingers delving into your hair while he pressed into you, forcing you back tighter against the door.

You groaned against his lips, writhing underneath him while you slid your tongue along his teeth, seeking to know every part of him, needing him to want you--to fucking need you like you needed him. Mattheo drew in a breath through his nose and pushed deeper, like he wanted to fuse you with the door, and your hands shot into his hair, a shiver running through you as you felt how soft, how luxurious it was between your fingers.

Another soft groan rumbled in your chest, and--having distant, fuzzy deja vu of the countless encounters prior--you wrapped the curly tendrils of his hair around your fingers and yanked it.

At that, a deep moan left his throat, and he pulled back, waves of harsh breath crashing over him. His blackened eyes darted across your face, switching between your lips and eyes. "Fucking naughty little thing..." he huffed, smirking.

"For you, always," you murmured, and he groaned, wetting his lips as he leaned closer.

"Fuck-that's right...I love it when you're bad...you only act this way for me, huh?" His voice was a low purr, warm breath crashing your face. "That why you didn't fuck him? That why you ran?"

Chewing your lip, you nodded, and tugged his hair again, bringing him to your mouth once more.

He smirked against you and his hands fell to your hips, roaming the swell of your curves before gripping the underside of your thighs and hiking you onto the door. Immediately, the aching length in his pants ground into your center while his tongue fought its way into your mouth. Without you having to think, your legs circled him, and your hips were grinding back, pursuing any friction and heat you could find.

You peeled away to catch a breath, hands resting in his hair, and his lips went to work on your neck, suckling and nibbling the skin there.

"Matty...please..." you murmured, already begging for something, anything. "I need you."

Snuffing a groan, Mattheos grip bruised your hips as he bucked into you, grinding you against the door.

"You want me to fuck you, slut?" he said, breath hot on your neck. "Didn't get enough of my cock last time?"

"No-fuck-I didn't," you mewled, a slight embarrassment washing over you. "It's never enough."

Mattheo growled, his grip hardening to iron, and he licked a warm, wet line along your pulse. "That's right...that's what I like to hear..."

Sinking his teeth into your neck, he pushed off the door, walking over toward his bed as he held you against his chest. You watched the door get further and further away, lust building and growing in your chest as he nipped your jawline before grazing his lips over yours again, softly and briefly as he reached the edge of his mattress and laid you back against it.

When you hit the bed, he kept his mouth on yours while his hands left your waist; fervent fingers finding the fabric of your button up blouse and untucking it from your skirt, cold hands slipping underneath and groping your tits through your bra--a deep groan leaving his chest as you bucked your hips up against his crotch; wanting him closer, needing him closer.

His hands slid back down, finding the hem of your skirt and flipping it up your stomach, wasting zero fucking time before he hooked his thumbs around the band of your thong and peeled them down your thighs. The minute you were exposed, you heard the clatter of his belt buckle hitting the floor, and your pussy throbbed.

"Matty..."

Mattheo chuckled, the weight of his stare resting on your naked pussy; wallowing in your clear desperation for him.

"Look at you," he murmured. "So fucking wet." He released a long breath--he was testing his own patience, now. "This perfect body can't help but to crave me..."

You groaned as he teased your inner thigh with one hand, the other working to peel his shirt off his torso in one swift movement--exposing his hard, firm fucking abs and leaving him looming before you in just black briefs--looking as delicious and sexy as you've ever goddamn seen him.

As his long fingers ghosted over your folds, you arched, groaning when he brushed past it toward the inside of your other thigh; squirming in slight frustration, admittedly the teasing was absolutely getting to you now.

"Mattheo, I swear to-"

A firm, sharp smack to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh stopped the words in your throat; your stomach twisted as you watched Mattheo's eyes darken and lips curl sadistically.

"Is that how I taught you to ask for what you want?" He sneered, wetting his lips as he met your pleading eyes. "You know what I want to hear, princess."

You winced, swallowing your pride furthermore, until it was eroding in your stomach acid. "Please, Matty...please make me cum..."

His lips parted. "Good girl.”

His hum of approval was followed by the warm kiss of his fingertips along the sensitive lips of your pussy, feathersoft at first, and then one thick finger slipped between your folds, gliding between them, slicking itself with your wetness and grazing the swollen nub of your clit. That did it--blinded with relief, you cracked, moaning deep in your chest. Blood flushed your face, tingling your cheeks.

"You like that?" He brushed the bundle of nerves again, earning another shuddered groan. "You like the way I touch you? The way that pretty pussy responds to me?"

"Yes...Gods, yes..." you replied, the sentence coming without thought.

"That's right..." his free hand wrapped around the back of your thigh, tugging you closer to the edge of the bed, fingers swirling around your clit in tight circles, and you gasped, your mouth dropping in bliss, your rapid panting filling the steamy air.

"Fuck you're so sexy, my dirty little whore in her short little uniform skirt..." a stifled groan cut through his throat, and you shot a glance at him; one hand rubbing his strained erection through his boxers. "It took everything I had not to bend you over the fucking desk in class all week...fuck you know how to test me..."

You cried out, your pussy clenching, craving to be filled by him. "Matty, fuck-please..."

"Please what?" He growled.

Gods, curse him--curse him to bloody hell. You couldn't fucking handle this anymore. You knew he was punishing you, making you fucking beg and shatter and cry for it after what you'd done; and the way his fingers stroked your clit had you spasming, jerking--so close to cumming, you just wanted him inside you.

"Please." You banished all pride and ego and fucking common sense to the perimeter of your mind. Asylum. Just this once. "Please, fuck me...please."

"Tell me I'm the only one." He hissed, slipping a finger inside your wet, throbbing core; your back arching off the mattress as his thumb increased its pace on your clit. "Tell me you'll never let another man put his fucking hands on what's mine."

A cyclone was roaring in your brain, tearing apart coherent trains of thought with primitive, physical clamoring. Your response was pieced together by the efforts of your need for release alone.

"Fuck-no, never, Matty...I'm yours...all fucking yours..."

He was staring at you, face blank, surveying you while you twitched and jerked underneath his ministrations. His focus switched between your pussy--desperately throbbing and melting against his touch--and your red, sweating face, jaw slack from your haze of pleasure. You chewed your lip--it was bruised by now, certainly--clenching hard, and he groaned, pulling his boxers down to let his thick, needy cock spring free.

"Cum for me, slut." He ordered. "Cum for me right fucking now."

As if controlled by a remote in his hands, a tidal wave of euphoria slammed into you, walls pulsing, body wracked with the convulsions of an aggressively pent up orgasm, vision whiting out as you threw your head back, a loud string of unintelligible curses flying from you. Mattheo hummed, hand working you to the end of your orgasm as his free one slowly stroked his cock, watching every tiny ministration of your face with an exasperated expression until he was certain you were past it.

And when he was, he wasted no fucking time before he gripped your ankles in his hands, staring down at you as he began to rock his hips; his hard, throbbing dick sliding between your slit.

"Tell me you want it," he purred. "Beg for it."

You groaned. "Please, I want it Matty…I want you so fucking bad."

With a goddamn suffocatingly arrogant and devilish grin, he braced himself as he sunk into your pussy; your wet walls swallowing his cock with ease as you let loose a long, satisfied moan--Mattheo sucked a breath in through his bared teeth as sheathed himself all the way inside your cunt, pausing there to feel you clench and adjust around him.

"So fuckin' tight..." he groaned, head bowing. "Fuck you feel so good around me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, your fingers finding Mattheo's hands until he gathered both of your wrists and pinned them above your head with just one of his, leaning over you to fuck you deep and hard as his free hand snuck down to your clit. Throttled cries of pleasure were leaking from you, your conscious slipping from reality as he pummelled your pussy like you deserved the pain.

"Fuck, yes," you practically screamed. "You fuck me so good Matty...so deep, fuck-" 

A deep snarl roared from Mattheo's chest, his grip on your wrists tightening while he fucked you deeper, harder, your body rocking from the power of his thrusts. You could feel his ragged breath on your face, knew without seeing him that he was above you, lips parted, pupils blown.

"Look at me," he growled. "Let me see those eyes as you fucking cum for me."

Groaning, you obeyed, lids fluttering open to meet his gaze. Mattheo was possessed, looking past you, through you, panting with every snap of his hips. You lost yourself in his stare, the rest of the room falling away, and his fingers moved faster over your clit, bringing you to that precipice once more. Little choked moans left you while your jaw hung slack, his cock pounding into you--then his fingers hit just the right spot, and the massive, asphyxiating pressure inside of you imploded. Mattheo watched you, not even blinking once.

You thought you kept your eyes open, but you weren't sure, because you whited out, spasming and convulsing as your orgasm wracked your every cell, your every nerve, taking you to a height you'd never been to, never thought existed. Distantly, you were aware of your cunt drawing out Mattheo's climax as he cursed and dug his teeth into your shoulder, fucking you harder as he spilled himself deep inside of you.

You hadn't realized what had happened until your spirit returned to your body and you felt the burn of hot, wet tears streaming down your cheeks--evidence of your relief--followed by Mattheo collapsing on top of you, cock buried still inside your pussy, and both of you drank in lungfuls of air, starved for it, your brains fuzzy with the static of euphoria. You both laid there for a moment, rapt in the descent back to reality, until he pushed himself up and pulled out, holding you firmly in his stare again.

As he began to piece his clothes back together, you gathered your composure, pulling yourself up and off his bed, fixing yourself back to some form of decency. As you swallowed, watching Mattheo latch up his belt, he met your eyes again; the dark lust slowly fading, being replaced by an unspoken emotion you couldn't attempt to name.

"This isn't over." He breathed, moving back toward you. "We aren't over."

When your lungs hitched, you nodded, admitting to yourself that you already fucking knew you couldn't live without that. Without him.

"No," you whispered. "We aren't."

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Possessive

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)

Warnings: smut, smut and pure smut!

Y/N's pov

"Come here." Carlos says through gritted teeth tightly clenching his jaw as he pulled me inside his driver's room.

"Carlos loosen your grip, you're hurting me." I resent, but he quickly cuts me off by cupping my cheeks and hungrily pressing his lips on mine.

"You're driving me insane." He says leaving passionate kisses against my neck. "I saw how others were looking at you and I can not take it." I moan quietly as he tightly grabs my waist and presses me against him.

"Feel this?" He says sliding my hand down his body and pressing it on his rock hard crotch. "It's just for you. You make me so fucking hard. I can't stand anybody looking at you and thinking they can have you the way I can." He quickly moves his hands up squeezing my boobs and sucking on the skin just below my collarbones making sure to leave marks.

"Mhm, does it make you angry that maybe someone else wants to fuck me? That someone else is thinking about what I taste like?"I look up at him with an innocent look and doe eyes while stroking him through his suit. My words arouse his possessive side even more, they make him go feral and as a punishment for me saying them a hard and harsh slap lands across my butt making me wince.

"You're lucky I didn't pull up your already too short dress and fucked you in front of them. And believe me, I barely refrained myself from doing so." He grips my hair and forcefully pushes his tongue inside my mouth.

"And by the way, about that dress, I have no fucking idea how I let you out of the house wearing that in the first place, but as soon as we get home, I'm going to rip it apart." As rough as he can be, I fucking love this side of him. When he's hungry for me, when he wants me so much that he can't hold back, I love it when he bursts with jealousy when someone looks at me. His possessiveness can be too much at times, but it has me weak and makes my legs shake in a matter of seconds.

His hand finds its way to my panties taking the thin damp material between his fingers and pulling it up. I whimper squinting my eyes as my folds suck them in adding pressure to my already throbbing clit.

"Carlos..ahh, fuck.."

"Oh, you like that? So fucking wet for me, I bet I could make you cum just by doing this, yeah?" He smirks attaching his lips to my neck. "If I wasn't this hard, I'd leave you dripping like this for not behaving right."

"Carlos, please.." The ache between my legs intensifies, I almost forget we're in his driver's room and that anybody could knock on the door and hear me panting and whimpering beneath him.

"You don't have to beg baby, I'm gonna fuck you either way even though you didn't deserve it." He pulls his suit down along with his boxers freeing his erection that sprung off hitting his lower stomach. After all this time we've been together, his size never fails to amaze me again and again. I wrap my tiny hand around his shaft stroking him a few times up and down feeling the precum already slowly leaking from his red tip.

"You're gonna be a good girl now and let me fuck you, yeah?" I eagerly nod my head desperately waiting for him to push himself into me. Fulfilling my wish, he glides his cock over my folds tapping my clit with his tip a few times before he positions his cock at my center.

"You ready hermosa? You ready to take my cock?" He hisses as he enters me without giving me time to adjust to him but aggressively starts thrusting into me. His hand lifts up my left leg making me wrap it around his waist and my back hit the wall with his every thrust.

"Oh fuck, baby, you're so big, fuck.." I whine knowing how much he likes to be praised for his size. He has been jealous from the first day we started dating, but deep down he always knew that he's the best I ever had in every way there is.

"Yeah? Can you feel me here, in your stomach? Feel how hard I am inside of you. Only this cock is yours, you know that right?" He groans into my ear. "C'mon baby, let everyone know who gets to fill you up every day, let them hear who you belong to." I cover my mouth to stop myself from screaming as I feel myself getting close.

"I'm all yours, only yours." I pant as he kisses me tugging on my bottom lip.

"That's right baby. Taking me so well and deep like always. Are you close? You gonna cream around me?"

"Yes,-uh, yess.." I arch my back against the wall as I reach my climax making a hot mess on him. Clenching around his cock my legs start to tremble by overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

"Oh fuckk..." Seeing me shiver and fall apart in his strong arms does something to him, his thrust become sloppy and soon he spills his cum inside of me pushing himself as deep as he can go.

I put my hands on his cheeks and he leans in for a now slow tender and loving kiss moving my hair out of my face. "You did so good hermosa. Te amo." He says exhaling in short breaths.

"I love you." I smile leaning my forehead against his chest still trying to regain strength in my legs. He hisses at the sight of his cum dripping down my thighs as he pulls his cock out of me.

"Now you're gonna go with me to my garage. Don't you dare move out of there until the race is over and I come back."

[sturnioz]

thinkin bout toxicex!matt just bc of the way he said 'thats annoying' in the new video when he like forced nick to the ground n took his headphones off LMAO frfr he looked so good in the new vid arrghh

"no, no listen. listen to me, thats annoying. you think it isnt annoying seeing you go off and get all handsy with other guys? now you're on my ass for doing what you did. no, no, you fucking listen to me." (spoiler alert the 'guy' was just one of your gay friends because you wanted matt jealous)

n he's cornering you into a wall and scoffing as you cry. big fat tears dripping down your cheeks and he's squeezing them with his fingers, a faux frown on his face because he wants you back so badly even with all your bullshit about 'healing' and 'moving on'.

"shut the fuck up, stop your whinin'. you're acting like im the bad guy here when i'm obviously not."

so so manipulative and toxic :/ proceeded to drive you back to his house n dick you down all slow on ur back as you whine about how overstimulated you feel and how this messes up all the 'progress' and 'healing' you've made. he does not care tho!!! a hand pushing your body down as you squirm and he js keeps going sighh

oh vi you are fucking insane. this awakened something deep within me FUCk i love toxic and manipulation tropes in fics... and imagining toxicex!matt with this ???? im weak in the knees. im wobbly. my pussy yodels. my hair is being ripped out. my back is arched !!!!!!

[shaunamilfman]

i'm so chill, but you make me jealous

summary: Shauna's gotten herself worked up again over something stupid, and she will be making her jealousy your problem. Smut ensues. warnings: semi-graphic descriptions of violence. (it happens during the smut. my girls insane 😍)

You hum in response to whatever Randy says, having zoned out the conversation at least ten minutes ago. You weren’t sure why he always talked to you, but he never seems to take the hint that you don’t fucking like him. You could tell him that, sure, but you were almost positive he’d go whining off to Jeff about it who’d promptly go whining off to Jackie and it would just be this whole thing that you didn’t feel like dealing with. You glance up from the small hole you’ve dug with the toe of your shoe at the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching, eyes widening at the hurricane of violence approaching you.

You quickly step forward, towards her and away from Randy, no sooner than Shauna’s hand comes out to grab your forearm. She’s got a firm grip on your arm but is careful not to hurt you even as blinded by jealousy as she is. Your face falls slightly as you catch sight of her car, dragging your feet along as you realize she means to take you home. Your reluctance gives her the element of surprise as she pins you up against the car, pulling you down into a rough kiss before you even realize what’s happening. You groan as her tongue traces your lips, your arms coming up to rest on her shoulders but she quickly shrugs them off. 

She reaches blindly for the door handle, pulling away with a huff of frustration as she can’t quite reach it. She practically rips the door open, quickly reversing your position as she drags you onto her lap in the back seat of her car.

“God,” She says sharply. “I'd break Randy's fucking nose but that would probably fix whatever's going on with his face.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Is that what this is about? I…” You trail off at the look on Shauna's face, watching her uncertainly as your attempt at an explanation only seems to make her angrier. Does she think you're going to defend him? 

“Shut up. You’ve done too much talking tonight already,” She seethes, dragging you around by the collar of your shirt as she forces you to your knees on the floorboards of her car, hiking up her skirt as she stares down at you expectantly. You’re almost dizzy with the sudden change in position, reaction just a few seconds too slow as Shauna grabs a fist full of your hair and drags your head between her legs. 

You make a surprised noise as you end up with a face full of Shauna’s boxers, hesitating for a moment before dutifully running your tongue over the wet spot blooming in the middle.

“That’s better,“ She praises, her grip on your hair loosening as she props her leg over your shoulder. Your hands come up to wrap under her thighs, grabbing at the legs of her boxers and pulling the fabric taught for better access. 

“Mm. Fuck,” She cries out softly, arching her hips into your mouth. You're more than happy to let her, tracing your tongue eagerly over the length of her even as she tries to speed you up. 

"You better enjoy this," She mutters between moans, breath hitching as pleasure overtakes her anger. "Because you'll never taste anything as good again." You inhale sharply at the words, fingers digging into her thighs as you desperately mouth at her. 

“Mine,” She grunts, hips rocking against your face. “No one else gets to enjoy you like this.”

If she wants to play it like this. “Please?” You ask, running your tongue up the length of her as you look up to meet her eyes. Shauna's eyes are intense, and it's more of a struggle than usual not to get lost in them as she refuses to break eye contact. 

Finally, she gives in, resting some of her weight on your shoulder as she lifts her hips up to pull her underwear down her thighs. You can't help but laugh at the awkward shimmy Shauna has to do to get it off over your head, earning yourself a weak glare as she rolls her eyes. She gets over the perceived slight quickly as you don't hesitate to lower your head again, savoring the taste of her without the cotton in the way. 

Shauna exhales shakily at the contact, trapping her bottom lip between her teeth as she slowly rocks against your tongue. She throws her head back into the headrest as your tongue slips inside her, squirming against you as you circle her entrance. 

“Just like that… Just like that, “ She breathes out, lost in the motion of it all as her tension slides out of her with every flick of your tongue. She's almost docile like this, always is– finding it so hard to hold a grudge while she's spread out on your tongue. 

Still, every good moment must end, and a familiar sound of laughter from far off means Shauna's tranquility comes quickly crashing down. Her eyes pop back open as she glances out the window, reassuring herself that it isn't directly outside of the car before her eyes focus back on you. 

Shauna holds you firmly by the chin as she drags your head up, her face once filled with the promise of violence.

“Tell me you won't ever talk to him again,” She demands, her voice low and threatening. “I’ll kill him. I swear I’ll kill him.”

“Yeah?” You ask breathily, licking her off your lips. “How?”

Shauna’s whole body seems to freeze, an expression of disbelief and then utter joy crossing her face before she shoves your head back between her legs. 

Her eyes lock on the rearview mirror over your head, watching herself being eaten out in the reflection. “A knife,” She says after a moment. “I'd use a knife.”

She cries out as you finally focus your attention on her clit, slowly circling it as you stare imploringly up at her. Shauna hesitates, trying to gauge how serious you are before she continues. “It'd be slow. Take my time, really make it hurt. He doesn't deserve it quick,” She mutters, eyes glassy as she imagines it. 

You quickly flick your tongue across her clit, reveling in the way her toned thighs flex against your shoulders. Shauna whines, fucking whines, as you continue to deny her direct contact. 

“Stab,” She breathes out. “I'd stab him.”

Shauna rocks her hips back and forth as you reward her efforts, rubbing against your mouth as her fingers dig into your scalp.

She's quiet for just a moment too long before you're slipping back down to circle her entrance, moaning into her as Shauna tugs fruitlessly at your hair. 

“No,” Shauna complains, groaning irritatedly when you don't heed her complaints. 

“Make me cum,” She demands, trying to guide you where she wants you without seeming obvious about it. Still, her frustration wins out. “God damn it, Y/N. Do you want me to take care of myself?”

Shauna cries out in pain as your teeth sink warningly into her thigh, soothing the mark with your tongue as her legs tremble around your shoulders. She sighs, glancing down at you before making up her mind.

“Stab him,” She continues hesitantly, slowly gaining confidence. “Again and again until I lost count.” 

She's on the verge of tears as you finally suck her clit into your mouth, descriptions getting increasingly graphic as you rapidly flick your tongue across her. 

Shauna moans as you slip two fingers inside of her in reward, clenching around you as you crook your fingers up. Her voice breaks as she describes the way his blood would feel tripping down her wrist. 

Her head is thrown back as she shakily continues, rocking her hips desperately as you trace her clit in endless circles, determined to make her fall apart on your tongue. 

Shauna's arm is extended above her head as she grips the headrest, fabric visibly straining from her grip as she rides your face. She's calling out praises in between bouts of imagined violence, thighs trembling in time to the rhythmic thrusts of your fingers. 

She cums with a loud cry of your name, far louder than is sensible given the nature of your location, but you can find it in you to care as you eagerly work her through it. 

Shauna leans back against the seat lazily as you clean her up, catching her breath as she runs her fingers through your hair. “Not here,” She says, halfheartedly tugging you away as you tentatively see if she's up for another round.

She flushes at the sound your fingers make as you pull them out of her, eyes narrowing as you slowly take them into your mouth. “Tease,” Shauna accuses, following every motion of your tongue as you lick her off your fingers. You grin smugly as you drop your hand onto your thigh, knowing what it did to her to watch you taste her. 

You slide her boxers back up her legs, stifling your laugh as she grimaces at the feeling of her still-drying underwear pressing up against her. She squirms in discomfort, rolling her eyes before she reaches for the door. 

“Let's go home,” Shauna mutters, content to act as if her jealous freakout never happened. You'll let her have it.  For now.

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Smutober Day 15 ~ Prompt~ Kim Seungmin [M]

WORD COUNT: 0.6k

PAIRING: Seungmin x Fem !Reader  

GENRE: established relationships, minors DNI,, prompt: “Just for that,Im going to suck your clit until you go blind” cunnilingus, eating her out under the desk, trying not to get caught, payback, 

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 "You've been driving me insane all fucking day," Seungmin grumbled as he pushed you to lay down on the bed, dragging you so that your ass was right at the edge of the mattress and he was face to face with your cunt. You let out a small gasp as you stared down at him, he'd been pent up all day ever since the meeting you'd had with him and all of the other people in your office. All you'd done was give him a hand job under the table and it had driven him to the point of breaking all day.

It probably didn't help that while you were at work today you'd had to wear one of the shortest skirts you'd ever worn but only because it had shrunk in the wash last weekend and you were stuck with it until you could go shopping again.

"You've done nothing but fucking ease me, flirting with everyone else at the office," He shakes his head as he rips your thong off from under your skirt and chucks it across the room, a gasp flying from your mouth as you stared at him. You hadn't flirted with anyone and he knew it, everyone else had been flirting with you though but that was his fault. He was the one who had told you to pretend to be single while you were at work so he wasn't accused of playing favourites.

"Seungmin! That was my favourite work thong!" You whined at him before he slapped his hand against your clit making you whimper out in a mixture of both pain and pleasure.

"Just for that, I'm going to suck your clit until you go blind," He'd had enough of your back chat and your teasing and he was finally going to put a stop to it. His head pressed between your legs and he flattened his tongue against your slit, licking from your dripping entrance and up to your clit. You cried out running your hands through his hair as he circled his tongue around your clit, sucking it between his lips. Your skin was on fire as you looked down at him, his eyes meeting yours with a devilish smirk.

"Fuck, Seumgin." You scream out his name, rolling your head back against the pillows. Seungmin groaned as you bucked your hips toward his face. Originally he was going to tease you, edge you all night but your moans were like a drug and he knew he'd never get enough but he wanted you to cum. He wanted to hear you screaming out his name, to have that reminder that you were his and only his even when others at work would flirt with you all day. So he ate you like you were his last meal, 

"S-So close." You panted, pulling on his hair as you moved your head to look down at him once again. Seungmin said nothing but he p

pulled you tighter against him, pushing himself deeper into you. Two fingers were pushed into you as he fingered you at a brutal place, curling them up to that one spot that had you seeing stars. Your back arched away from the bed and it was like a wall hit you and you fell apart. You screamed his name out, your legs shaking around his head as he continued to fuck his fingers into you, letting you ride out your high as you whimpered. 

Gently he removed his fingers from you, lapping up every last bit of you with his tongue while you stared down at him completely breathless.

"Seungmin," You whispered, reaching for him and pulling him onto the bed beside you, curling yourself into his body and smiling. Seungmin ran his hands up and down your arms softly as he looked up at the ceiling,

"You know, I was thinking we should tell everyone we're dating."He told you as you smirked a little, knowing he was so jealous of everyone wasn't something that ever turned you off in fact, you found it kind of hot.

"Anything you want baby." You whispered before gently kissing his jawline.

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Another headcanon that my brain just thought of with the headcanon of Marko being Italian.

Slightly nsfw. Fem!Reader

Calling him an Italian Stallion

The first time you said it was teasingly, everyone was heading to the boardwalk and as you followed you just said "I call dibs on riding with the Italian Stallion"

The grin on Marko's face was instant

Like full on shit eating, ego has been boosted grin

The second time you said it was more loving

Marko was watching you as you come back to their bikes, hand and hand with Laddie.

He noticed some surfer Nazis staring at you as you played the games, winning the small boy the stuffed bat he wanted.

He knew he couldn't just walk over and kill them, as much as he wanted to.

You noticed his gaze once you stood next to him and followed it to a group of guys all staring at the two of you.

Rolling your eyes you looked back at Marko, turning his head to face you.

"Ignore them"

"they're staring"

"let them stare, you know I only have eyes for my Italian Stallion" you told him with a playful smile, a smile that was quickly mirrored on his face before he pulled you in for a deep kiss

Little did the two of you know that at the same time, while kissing, you both flipped off the group of guys.

The third time it was your turn to be a bit jealous.

Some girl thought she had the right to come up and outright flirt with Marko

You had been talking to Paul near his bike as you both looked around the crowd for his potential hookup/meal that night when you first heard it

That God awful giggle followed by a "well hello handsome, you look like a fun time"

You and Paul turned at the same time, noticing a blonde girl twirling her hair and eyeing Marko like she wanted to eat him

You internally laughed because you knew it would be the other way around

But never the less you could feel your blood boil when she laid her hand on his arm, leaning in to talk to him.

"I've seen your group around before, you get into fights a lot" she giggled. "But I've also seen you cuss people out in Italian, that's hot, I love Italian men. You maybe wanna let me go for a ride on your bike?"

And with that you were done.

"The only one riding on that bike and that Italian Stallion is me, and if you'd like to keep that hand of yours unbroken I suggest you remove it from his arm" you spoke behind her, watching as she slowly turned to face you, eyes wide.

Marko on the other hand had the biggest grin on his face

And low-key may have popped a boner at your territorialism

"And you are?" She actually had the nerve to ask.

"His girlfriend, now you have five seconds before I rip your throat out. 5!"

And with that she was gone with her group of friends, looking at you like you were completely insane.

Marko on the other hand was cackling

To him it was the funniest shit, after all, he had no desire for any girl but you, but how quickly you shut her down made him feel almost..proud in a way.

"You weren't jealous were you babe?" He asked with that shit eating grin as he pulled you in close.

"Not jealous, jealousy is when you know there is a possibility of losing. I'm territorial, simply protecting what's mine"

"What's yours huh?" He asked, grin now buried against your neck, Marko never had someone flat out tell him he belonged to them, and he wouldn't lie and say it wasn't doing things to him.

"why don't we head back to the cave? I can grab a snack tomorrow" he said with that grin that said you were in for a long night.

The fourth time you said it was after you got back to the cave.

Things were getting hot and heavy

Clothes were already off

Kisses had become messy

And Marko had already made you cum twice just with his tongue and fingers alone.

"You ready baby?" He asked, breath ragged from holding himself back.

"Show me what you got, Italian Stallion" you told him with a wink, listening to the growl that left him before he pounced, trapping your wrists against the bed with his hands. Your legs wrapping around his waist.

"sei tutto mio, amore mio per sempre" he whispered against your lips.

(Google translated that last bit so sorry if it's a bit off lol. But it said it means "you are all mine, my love forever")

Italian Marko really has me in a chokehold not gonna lie.

[mrsbakashi]

MINE

summary: your boyfriend is not happy when he hears you were walking around the village with another guy, so he pays you a little visit.

words: 2K

a/n: i just wanted to write this other side of obito that also lives in my head. i took some liberties. english is hard.

⚠️ c.w: jealous-possessive obito, low-key (or not) violent behavior, smut (duh), kinda angsty by the end.

you were in your bedroom, laying on your bed with the light on, finishing the first chapter of the book you bought with kakashi a few hours ago when you heard the doorbell. you checked your clock and it marked 8:12 pm. weird. you rarely had any visitors, specially at night.

you put the book aside when you heard your father talking with someone. your parents had come to spend the weekend with you because they "saw you little since you moved out". you were touched by the act, but you were better off left alone, which is why you excused yourself, saying you were going to sleep early and was alone in your bedroom a few seconds ago.

your father laughed, which made you more curious... who could it be?

- y/n! - your father called, before turning around and seeing you. - oh, you're there, i hadn't seen you. this charming little guy is here to see you... sorry, what did you say was your name again?

you froze in place the second you saw him, recognizing the orange mask right away. uh-oh.

- tobi! - obito replied with that ridiculous voice he used to give tobi life, laughing at the end and raising his arms. his voice was loud and happy, but his eye focused on you and you felt every single hair on your body shiver.

- tobi! - your father repeated laughing, finding the name funny, then looking at your mother and saying: - his name's tobi!

your mother laughed too, but you couldn't see what was so funny in a ridiculous name and an annoying personality. the truth is maybe you would be laughing with your parents if you weren't so damn terrified.

you were in trouble. you just knew it. if obito was at your house on a normal saturday night while your parents were visiting, it meant you were in trouble. your heart was beating so fast you felt like it could jump right out of your chest any second. obito didn't take his eyes off of you, not even when he was laughing with your parents.

- so, tobi, why don't you come in? - your father invited, opening the door a bit more, giving obito space.

- no! - you screamed before obito could answer. - no, i mean... we can talk outside, i feel like walking a little, breathing the night air, you know.

- take your coat! - your mom recommended.

you took your coat from the coat hanger next to the door and promised your parents you'd be right back, knowing damn well that you couldn't really promise anything when it came to obito.

as soon as your father closed the door, obito grabbed your arm and you were sucked into a place you didn't even know where it was.

- ouch! - you complained when he finally let go of your arm, practically tossing you off. his grip was harder than it needed to be, and you were sure that would leave a bruise.

- ouch? is all you have to say? ouch?! - he asked, ripping the mask off, looking at you outraged. - i'll show you what pain really looks like. - he threatened.

your stomach was agitated because of how nervous you were. obito could be violent, rough and vengeful when he wanted to be, having an insane amount of ways of punishing and torturing you.

- i'm sorry...? - you tried.

- exactly what are you sorry for?

- for whatever it is that i did this time. or what you think i did.

he came suddenly - a second ago he was four steps away from you, and now there he was, hovering you, giving you no way out, stuck between his body and the wall behind you.

- i don't think, princess, i know.

he put two fingers on your chin to force you to look up at him when you tried to look away.

- i'm sorry... - your tried again.

- what are you sorry for? - he asked.

- tell me what i did, and i'll tell you what i'm sorry for...

obito grabbed your ponytail and pulled it down violently, making you arch your back to follow the movement your head did since your hair was attached to it. you almost screamed, but obito covered your mouth, his face millimeters from yours.

- you're trying to be funny, but i don't like it when you're trying to be funny.

a single tear fell from your left eye and that seemed to soften him a little. he let go of your hair, but his hand circled your neck.

- i heard you were whoring around the village with kakashi today, in a pretty tiny, tiny yellow dress... probably the one i sent you last week.

- obito, don't even start, kakashi and i are just friends...

- yeah? - he interrupted you. - just friends? i know how well you treat your friends... i was your friend once, in case you don't remember.

his grip around your delicate throat was harder and it got a little hard to breath.

- we were just friends until you helped me feel better at the hospital... do you remember that day, darling?

- obito, stop! - you pleaded, trying to push him away.

- 'twas the day you became mine, i claimed your body, i marked you, you're mine!

you tapped his hand when his grip got even stronger, your face turning a little red. he took his hands off of you and and took two steps back, breathing deeply, but all you could see was the fury in his eye.

- it's unacceptable that i leave for two weeks and you already forget that i own you!

- i'm allowed to have friends, you know! and, unless you lock me up, i have to interact with other people. it's called living in society! i know you've been isolated for a long time and-

- don't give me ideas, princess... - he threatened you.

- you're being unreasonable!

- no, you are! whoring around the city with a douchebag while your boyfriend is working? you're just a pathetic needy slut, aren't you? - his hand was back on your neck, body pressed hard against yours.

- you're cute when you're jealous. - you teased.

obito put his lips on your so urgently, so violently you were sure he had cut your lip and you would feel the impact later, but right now all you needed was his tongue filling your mouth, his hands all over, his body pressed hard against yours. you threw your hands around his neck and he tightened a little the grip around your throat getting a moan from you.

- just a pathetic slut. - he repeated, biting your lower lip.

- shut up and kiss me, you idiot.

obito glued his lips back to yours and pressed his hips against yours - you could feel his erection against your leg, which made you feel like your body was on fire.

- were you trying to get my attention? were you hoping somebody was watching so they could tell me?

obito's hand traveled down your body, leaving a burning trace behind it, then finally entering your pants.

- yes! - you unconsciously screamed when his fingers found your clit, closing your eyes automatically.

you heard him laugh while his fingers draw those lazy circles he was so good at.

- i bet he wouldn't know how to touch you, where to touch you.

- no, he wouldn't...

obito kissed you to keep you from screaming while he put two fingers inside you. you moaned on his lips and hanged your leg on his hip to give him more space, which made him smile.

his fingers were working wonders inside you, arching, stretching your walls just enough, preparing you, finding your sweet spot with no effort, and then hitting it again and again and again, keeping on the edge, but not quite there yet. you needed a little more, and he knew it.

- obito, please! - your cried, leaning your forehead against his.

- i know you can beg better than that.

he added a third finger, speeding the circles on your clit, which made your body shiver.

- please, please, pretty please...

you were so lost in him, completely given. you would do whatever and however he said.

he lifted your head to look at your eyes.

- please what?

you didn't answer, and that didn't make him happy. he pulled his hand out and you never felt so empty.

- oh, please, don't be mean, i'll be good, i will, i promise!

- you promise?

you nodded frenetically, anything to keep his hands where you wanted him.

obito kissed you, caressing your tongue with his own and drinking your moans when he forced himself inside of you, stretching you, making you feel better than his fingers ever could, making you feel so good, so full. you wrapped your legs around his waist, his left hand was firm on your hip keeping you in place, while the other was still firm around your neck. his pace was rough, hard, fast, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix violently, but it felt so good you couldn't help but moan and hold on to him.

- does it feel good?

- so good!

- can anyone else make you feel like this?

- no, no one...

he grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together, watching your lips part.

- you're mine. do you understand that?

you nodded, looking pathethic, sinking your nails on his shoulders when the knot in your abdomen got thighter and thighter. he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time, you needed more of him, feel him with every inch of your body, so you pulled him impossibly close, as if you could melt into him.

- babe... - was all you said, dropping your weight on him, feeling weak.

obito knew you were close and, being the sucker that he was for you, he knew he was almost there just because you cumming was the hottest sight in the whole universe.

to be honest he wanted to punish you, to torture you; he wanted to tie you to a bed and tease and tease until you couldn't take it anymore, and then denying your orgasm until your fainted and learned the lesson, until you remembered you were his alone, but how could he do any of those things if just by looking at made him feel like he was capable to declare war against the entire world just to make you smile. but you were his - always have been and always would be. his.

your walls started clenching around him, the knot on your abdomen finally releasing when you came, moaning obito's name directly on his mouth, something he always found incredibly sensual. obito used both his hands to keep you in place while his pace got faster, harder and he grunted while you tried to hang on a little longer for him to have his release, though you were so sensible.

- mine! - he growled, finally emptying himself inside you, but never pulling out.

he kept his hand around your waist, holding you up so you wouldn't fall. it took a while for you both to recover your breath and strength. obito always treated you like that, rocking your entire world.

- i missed you, i missed you so much. - you confessed running your hands through his face.

- i missed you too, baby girl. - he kissed the palm of your hands.

- i hate it when you're away. i hate it so much.

obito's answer was to kiss you softly, barely touching your lips, and you just stayed there for several minutes - your legs still wrapped around his waist, him still inside you, your hands touching his face, memorizing the texture of his skin, the muscles he used to kiss you, the ones he used to smile, all there, at the tip of your fingers.

- you should go back, your parents are probably worried. - he finally broke the kiss, pushing your legs down.

- come back with me, spend the night, please, please, please...

- i can't... i have a lot to do.

obito wiped the tears that insisted on falling from your eyes and you pulled him in for another kiss.

- promise me you'll be careful, promise me you'll be back soon.

- i'll do my best.

obito's a rms let go of you, and the cold air hit you hard, compared to the heat of his body. you felt cold, lonely and empty - he was leaving again, and you didn't know when you would see him next, or if you would. there were a lot of people hunting the real leader of the akatsuki, and every mission was so dangerous... you lived with high levels of anxiety all the time, and obito was to blame. the worst part is that there was nothing you could do about it, he would never take you with him and put your life in danger, but he couldn't stay either, not when everyone thought he was dead and/or considered him a threat.

obito pulled you in for a last hug and kissed your lips gently, then traced kisses through your jaw line and whispered on your ear:

- remember you're mine. if i see you walking around with kakashi again i won't be responsible for my actions.

and then you were back at the front of your house and he was gone, just like that. the only thing that indicated he had been there was his smell lingering in the air and the red mark around your neck.

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Too Much of a Brat |Bruno + Abbacchio x Reader Extreme Lemon|

Warning: spanking, extremely rough sex (anal, vaginal), dom and sub, daddy kink, humiliation. MA.

     "I'm sorry, daddy's, I'm sorry," you whined, practically trembling as you stood in front of Bruno and Abbacchio, knowing that you were in deep trouble with your two boyfriends. You were absolutely fucked.. you can't believe that they reacted like this.

      Abbacchio shook his head, white hair damp and clinging to his bare chest from his fresh shower. A white towel was wrapped around his waist for a brief second, his yellow eyes fuming with anger as he dropped his towel. "Take your clothes off and come sit on my fucking cock, you can explain yourself then. Your punishment is starting immediately," he sharply spat at you, his 10 inch erection on full display as he sat on the black leather couch, hard golden eyes not leaving yours.

       Bruno stayed behind him, black leather paddle in his hand. He wore black sweatpants, black bob pulled back in a small ponytail, a few black strands poking out, resting on his smooth forehead. His chest was bare, light six pack on full display, his arms ripped with muscles that definitely knew how to swing a leather paddle across a naughty girlfriends ass. "And you better sit facing him, I want full access to your bare ass because you will be getting a spanking for being caught talking to your ex-boyfriend, in case you forgot."

        You slipped your black dress off, standing completely bare because you didn't like wearing a bra and underwear around them. "But I don't want to be punished, please just forgive me! I was just being polite!" Wrong.. you were trying to make the two of them jealous because they haven't been giving you enough attention lately; the plan clearly backfired so badly that you wished you could go back in time and undo your mistake.

"Do you want me to pick a switch from outside and beat your pussy instead? I'm sure Abbacchio wouldn't mind shoving his cock in your anus," said Bruno, his usually gentle voice hard. He wasn't fucking around with you today.. you broke the most important rule, knowing that Bruno and Abbacchio both get insanely jealous when it comes to you.

       You knew that he was dead serious, so you made it a point to hurry over to Abbacchio, standing in front of him. "It's going to hurt, I'm not ready," you said softly, eyes widening as you stared at his monster cock. "You're too big to just fit inside of me." Fuck.. you weren't getting mercy today. You could tell from the hard look in their eyes that you were meant to be in pain.

       Abbacchio let a smirk appear on his lips as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you onto his lap, forcing your legs to spread. "Aw, are you regretting what you did now? I don't give a fuck," he sneered, lifting you up before forcing you onto his cock.

        A pained cry escaped your lips as you quickly buried your head in his shoulder, a gasp escaping your lips as he shot inside of your dry womanhood, pain shooting through your body. You wrapped your arms around his waist, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get through this punishment without comfort.

       "You can keep your arms around me but lift your head and speak to me. You need to explain to us why in the absolute fuck you decided to break our most important rule." You felt Abbacchio's long fingers engage in your hair, yanking your head back. He cock twitched inside of you once you met his hungry eyes, his cock bulging in your stomach, unmoving. "What was your motive, Y/N?" He questioned, shout hair falling to his left as he tilted his head to the side, free hand roughly smacking your right breast, leaving a red handprint.

        "Her motive was to make us jealous. She wanted to push our buttons. Good job, cara, you got exactly what you wanted. Is this what you wanted, to be punished as if you were a little child that doesn't know any better? How embarrassing," Bruno spoke to you harshly, shaking his head before he walked to stand behind you. "You fucking child, how dare you disrespect us." He smacked the leather paddle across the center of your ass, the paddle harshly crashing against your ass.

        Tears spilled from your eyes at the first smack, your hands balling into fists behind Abbacchio's back. "I'm not a child, I... I hate you both!" You foolishly yelled without thinking, it being your only defense mechanism when you felt humiliated. You didn't hate them. You loved them both, but you were so embarrassed.. you weren't a child!

        "Excuse me?" Abbacchio questioned, snatching your arms away from him. "Bruno, I think that we need to remind our girlfriend who the fucks in charge. I'll pin her down, beat her ass with no fucking mercy. Since she hates us who cares about being gentle for her sake, look at how she treats us!" He yelled, pulling you against his bare chest, arms wrapping tightly around you, trapping you against his chest with no way to escape.

"No, wait, please wait! I-I didn't mean it!" You exclaimed, panic filling your voice as you wiggled wildly, trying to escape his grasp with no luck. "Please don't beat me, I'll be good! I take it back, Abbacchio!" You were begging now, practically pleading and regretting the foolish words that you said.. why were you so stupid? You were fucking this relationship up.. damn, you deserved this. You took it too far.

Five sharp smacks landed on your bottom, staying in the same place so you would feel it much more severely. "First rule.. don't talk to any of your exes unless you have no other choice. Second rule.. never say that you hate us when you're angry. Do you know how hurt we both are because of your behavior? And then you're going to say that you hate us? You're the one who broke the rules - you knew the consequences." Five more smacks on your left cheek, matching the bright red that was starting to coat your entire ass.

"I know, and I'm sorry! I'm sorry that I'm the reason this relationship is failing, you guys are going to leave me and I'll be all alone again! I-I don't hate you, I don't!" You sobbed into Abbacchio's chest, entire body shaking as gasps of air escaped your mouth, each hit causing you to flinch. You've broken up once before because of you saying stupid things.. that's why they are like this. You created the monsters.. you were the monster, you suppose.

Abbacchio scoffed- you almost forgot that his cock was bulging deep inside of your stomach, your throbbing pussy providing a wet coating because you shamefully were turned on. "We aren't going to leave you, we already told you that we wouldn't leave you again. Why won't you believe us? Are we not allowed to make mistakes, hm?" He questioned, his voice softening because despite how angry he was he saw that you couldn't handle being yelled at anymore.

Bruno landed five smacks on your left cheek before dropping the paddle on the ground, seeing that you were close to falling apart. "Stop doing this. If you want our attention, just ask and if you are upset with us, think before you speak. You deserve for me to beat your ass until I know for certain that you'll be sitting uncomfortable for a month, but I am going to stop. Next time you pull a stunt like this, I won't be as generous."

"I'm sorry, it was my fault you left me anyways. I won't.. I'll do better. I swear on my fucking life that I'll do better and be better for the both of you," you whispered in your trembling voice. You uncomfortably wiggled against Abbacchio's cock, causing it to twitch inside of you. You whined, pushing down on it.

Abbacchio let you go, allowing you to lift your head to look at him. "You're still getting fucked until you can't walk, you aren't escaping that," he told you, standing up. His hands wrapped around your ass, gently spreading your ass cheeks out, displaying your puckered hole to Bruno. "Good job Bruno, look at how red her little ass is. I bet it hurts too," he muttered, his fingers digging into your red flesh.

"Ow," you whined, arms wrapping around Abbacchio's neck. It was about time you just behaved and took your punishment, so that's exactly what you were going to do. "Yes, Daddy, I understand." Time to be good, be the perfect submissive girlfriend that they deserved. They spoiled the fuck out of you and they took care of you.. you should have just told them that you wanted attention.

"Good girl," you heard Bruno say, his body pressing up against yours, 8 inches slowly pressing into your anus, taking his time. "I don't want this happening again, and neither does Abbacchio. We expect better from you. You also need to stop acting like we mistreat you because we don't."

Abbacchio finally let his huge cock move, slamming himself in and out of you with such force that you were practically bouncing up and down on his cock, causing you to fully push into Bruno's cock. "Take your daddy's cocks, okay? Be a good girl and take our cocks. I know you can do it."

        "Okay," you moaned, your legs tightly wrapped around Abbacchio's waist. It was painful.. but the pain was so fucking good. "I'll be a good girl and take your big cocks, I love you so much daddy's." And you meant it this time, you were going to be your best behavior. You bit down on your lip, bucking your hips back and forth, slamming into both of their cocks.

       "That's our dirty little girl, fuck you're so filthy," Bruno whispered in your ear, gently nipping at your earlobe as he matched your speed, loud smacks filling the air. "We love you too, we love you so fucking much."

       Abbacchio groaned, rolling his hips in and out of you, hitting your g-spot with each thrust. "Your our special little slut, we're going to fucking marry you and impregnate you with our fucking children. You'll be ours for eternity," he growled, smacking the sides of your ass.

        You tightened around his cock, "yes, yes, fuck yes!" You cried out, throwing your head back to rest on Bruno's shoulder. You felt a strong orgasm overwhelming your entire body, both of your holes throbbing with satisfaction. Thick wetness formed between your legs- you felt like you were going to explode. "I'm going to cum all over your fucking cock because I'm your little fucking slut," you moaned out, fully releasing, letting yourself squirt all over Abbacchio's cock.

       You felt Bruno give you three more thrusts before he filled your ass with his seed, pulling out and immediately replacing his cock with an anal plug, keeping his cum inside of your ass. "20 minutes," he said, placing a kiss on your lips. "You'll wear it for 20 minutes."

        Abbacchio came inside of you, pulling out instantly. A smirk appeared on his lips when you squirted all over his cock as soon as he pulled out, coating him with your juices and his own cum. "The shower is big enough for the three of us, let's shower. I'll clean the both of you up." His cock rested on your stomach, still carrying you in his arms. "Don't you ever fucking break our rules the way you did today. Next time you'll be severely punished," he threatened.

        You nodded your head, "I won't do it again. I promise that I'll be good." That was a load of shit- you give yourself a month tops before you piss them off again. Guess you were going to have to buy a wheelchair because next time you wouldn't get off as lucky as you did today. Good.

[awritesthings1]

You're Beautiful, and I'm Insane (Anakin Skywalker x Reader)

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi Reader

Rating: MINORS DNI! 18+ ONLY

Summary: You want revenge on the Jedi Council that has wronged you. What better way to get back at them than ruining their beloved Chosen One?

Warnings: Smut with plot, dark fic

Word Count: 3.6k

AO3 link

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“How could you do this to me!”

You are a mess. Ripping at your hair and screaming at the ceiling as if it were to blame. Heat flushes across your face as you gasp for air through clenched teeth. Your heart is beating so fast you think it just might explode this time.

Anger had not been familiar to your apartment. Its clean lavish furniture only ever knew the forgiving Coruscant sun that greeted them in the morning, hums of the night as speeders raced by, and gentle whispers nestled in the dark corners away from prying eyes.

The walls visibly shake, grieving each bellowing blow you inflict. The glass Anakin brought lays shattered, plastered into your feet from your manic pacing. Bloody footprints stain the floors, but you don’t care.

Once again, you howl into the night, not caring if you wake the whole Jedi Temple. They could go kark themselves for all the manipulation and damage they had caused you. If you had your way, you would personally wrap your hands around each of their necks until you could see the regret in their eyes. Your Jedi robes hang on a hook next to your door and you throw a chair at it, hoping everyone responsible feels its leg jam into their ribs. You were so sick of crying, sick of arguing, sick of being told to sit still and wait and be a good little Jedi.

No one listened to you, brushing you off as a mad woman. You hadn’t always been this way. Your journey to the top had been faced with adversity. All the noses that scrunched up at your presence should take a look at themselves. You earned your posters. You earned your billboards. You earned your position as the Chancellor’s representative. The Jedi Council was just jealous. Jealous that you were making more of an impact than they ever could.

“You need to stop acting like this. Everyone can hear you,” Anakin warned.

Your head almost flies off your neck. Eyes bulge out of your head, and he thinks he sees a vein straining behind your hair. You look feral, like a hungry Wampa ready to rip his legs off. Even though he is taller than you, you stalk up to him with the universe in your hand and if he didn’t know you any better, Anakin might have thought you would actually hurt him.

“Don’t,” you spit, “ever, say that again.”

He feels the Force presence of Jedi lingering behind the door to the apartment. No doubt aware of the scene. He wants to hold and reassure you everything would be alright, but he knew they were well past that.

Anakin bites his tongue.

“I am your wife,” your voice cracks at the end. “You should be on my side.”

He flinches at your words, sure that the lingering ears outside had heard them too.

Ever since your promotion to the Chancellor’s representative, Anakin felt like second best thing in your life. It didn’t even feel like you were a Jedi anymore. You still wore your Jedi robes, but they were decorated with little pins and accessories given to you by your senator friends. Even your apartment was soiled in expensive drapes, plush furniture, and lavish ornaments. He feared the thought of losing you, but at the same time you were becoming a threat to the Republic. With your growing popularity, more citizens were flocking to you for change as if you were a senator.

It was dangerous and unjust. Jedi were protectors of the Republic, not enforcers. He loved you, but he couldn’t stand to watch you delve any further down that hole.

“If you are my wife, then why are you turning against the Jedi Order for the Chancellor?” Anakin seethes quietly, his voice dropping at ‘wife’.

Your nostrils flare at the accusation. Flushed in anger, the Force shapes into a cloud of darkness, polluting the room with a searing hate.

The Jedi Order was not what it used to be. You would have left a long time ago if it weren’t for Anakin. He was the only reason you chose to stay. As you grew closer to the Chancellor, he grew more withdrawn, jealous even. It started to reflect on your marriage, arguments over trust and loyalty growing more common. You knew Anakin always wanted to be the most powerful Jedi Master to exist, and you understood how he would be hurt when you were promoted to be a member on the Jedi Council as the Chancellor’s representative. What you couldn’t empathize with was his bitterness and envy. He was your husband for crying out loud. He should be supportive.

It was just your luck when you found out, your own husband had been ordered to spy on you on behalf of the Jedi Council for suspicion. That was what set you off. After copious weeks of Anakin and other Jedi acting as if you weren’t being subtly punished only to find out you were. First it was your dismissal from teaching the younglings, then it was not granting you the rank of Master at your promotion to the Council, then finally Anakin agreeing to spy on you.

Looking into his eyes, you realise your husband is gone. There is only the Chosen One, the Hero With No Fear, General Skywalker. The Ani you fell in love with was long gone. Anakin was loyal to the Order, not you. And in the back of your head, you realise that they—the Order—was responsible for this. If it weren’t for their hunger for power, perhaps you and Anakin would be cuddling under the covers by now.

The anger, grief, and frustration that had been growing in your chest, reaches a boiling point. If he was going to hurt you like this, you were going to show him just how to use someone.

Through the tears you reach for him, pulling him in by the neck to your lips. They crash and you hear him gasp in shock, but he doesn’t pull away. Perhaps madness could do that to people.

You kiss him roughly, pulling at his bottom lip so he could feel your pain. He moans in return, tugging at the hair on your scalp. His touch pulls the filthiest sounds out of you. Anakin’s teeth collide with your chin as he presses rough kisses there. Desperately, you claw at his shoulders, trying to fight your way back to his lips, but he won’t budge. A chain of pathetic whimpers breaks the silence.

You couldn’t even care if the whole Jedi Temple knew. There was no future with them anymore. Anakin’s fate had been sealed, and you doubt a scandal like this would ruin his career. He was their Hero With No Fear after all. As for you, it would only be a matter of time until their faces cross between a memory and a dream.

Through the haze, Anakin tugs you closer. His lips find your neck with a delighted hum. Your body arches further into the touch, hooking a leg around his waist. The room begins to feel hotter, limbs tangling into a desperate mess. Together you grind away your worries.

The vibrations of his groan lick heat through your skin and down each vein. You are too focused on the heat of Anakin’s mouth to control your sounds, creating a taut mess of gasps and growls.

Anakin couldn’t deny it. He was just as bad as you. Indulging in all the forbidden activities of a Jedi and forming attachments while he was at it. In his defense, how could anyone resist you? The power you held in your palm was alluring. It was enough to lead a battalion into battle.

Your words were equally effective. Many questioned your involvement with politics. The duty of a Jedi was to protect, not influence. Even Anakin envied the time you spent with the Chancellor. It wasn’t right, you were his, not Palpatine’s.

Anakin’s hands wander up and down your sides when you stumble back.

He doesn’t care though. Not right now. He just needs to feel, pretend the two of you are blissfully in love.

“Anakin,” you cry.

It’s not enough. Frustration aches down your body. You needed to feel him closer, deeper. You wanted to pound your hands into his chest like the nails the Jedi Council dug into you each time they dismissed you. You think he must have heard your prayers when his tongue licks at your lips. He tastes like salvation, an escape from the cruel world you had grown to known. The press of his nose into the side of yours gives little relief. You need more.

His curls are delectable as you pull on them, twisting the hair on the nape of his neck between each finger. He moans a deep and buttery sigh. A game of tug and war was exactly what this was. Revenge: and you would be the one to suck victory off your thumb.

You wanted to enjoy this moment with Anakin. Memorize the hard body beneath your hands like you owned it. Only at the end of the day, the council owned Anakin, and you hated them for it. First, they act like you are a stain in their robes, then they try and turn your husband against you? It was pitiful how far their jealousy reached. If they got to ruin your life, you would show them how much you could ruin their Chosen One.

With that, your hips arch into his, rubbing against the hardness growing in his pants. Anakin’s thoughts are washed away as you guide his head further down. Past the crevice between your neck and shoulders, he nuzzles into your chest, resting his forehead on your collarbone as he pants. He kisses you there too, hoping to leave a mark. It was against the rules the two of you had agreed on, but he couldn’t care. You were like alcohol: the taste of your skin sweet on his tongue and the moans from your mouth the kicker that has him running back for more.

When your nails claw at his back, he is a goner. While you push his robes off, he lifts your other leg around his waist, finally off the floor. Clinging onto Anakin only fuels your hunger. Grinding into his hips, his fingers clench into your thighs. You kiss that beautiful bump on his throat before sinking your teeth into that pulse point. The rhythm pounds against your lips and you could only imagine the way other parts of him would be pounding you soon.

Anakin’s boots pad across the floor, laying you gently on the covers. Beneath, you hastily unfasten his belt, draping it across the bed until it rolls and hits the floor with a thud. It twists to life a tiny flutter of satisfaction in your stomach. After all, he deserved it for his negligence lately.

Anakin is too submerged in kissing the space between your breasts to notice. His finger is fastened to the hem, tugging it down to reach deeper. The care he takes is sweet and reminds you of the soft slow nights. But with his length straining against your thigh, you can’t wait.

You swat his hand away impatiently. You almost expect to see a frown, maybe even a pout, not his mouth parting to lick at his lips. It swipes away a string of saliva that had been connecting him to your breasts. Your breathing quickens at that. The tops of his cheeks shine delightfully, outlining that envious jaw. Then his lips: they were a pitiful sight. Swollen and caught between those teeth as he stared. Maker, the way his eyelids drooped was a sin. So sinful you had to bite your lip to muffle a moan. Maybe you would just wait here for a while, letting your husband admire you like a painting.

Although, between your thighs, a pool of slick gathered. An ache that throbbed so violently when Anakin began tracing your lips with his tongue. You let him in, drinking your fill. Frustration edges your body, pulling back only to catch his tongue between your lips. You suck it and hear his whine. He was teasing you, dragging out the anticipation. Painfully slow, he crawls down your body, leaning between your knees and massaging your thighs with a lusty gaze. You reach for the bottom of your top, slipping it over your head.

Anakin is there again, smoothing his hands up to your clasp, unlatching the bra and tossing it somewhere. Not a second passes before his fingers are on you, circling your erect nipples. The glove is a stark contrast to his flesh hand. With a moan of relief, you bat your eyes up at him, tugging at his leather glove. He laughs and slips his metal hand from its confines.

You loved his metal hand. As a Padawan he was always embarrassed about it. He hid it beneath his Jedi robes even when he had that glove on. You always admired it. The polish and mechanisms that made up his hand were mesmerizing. And it was a part of Anakin, how could you hate it? He did grow to accept it, eventually understanding just how much you liked it.

Sinking into the cold brush of metal, your hands find the skin beneath his shirt. Nails scrape down the dips of twitching muscle. Anakin buries his mouth over a breast, muffling a chain of moans as he grinded into the bed. It’s sloppy and Maker you are soaked to the core, you have to rock your hips into his thigh for relief. You hug him to your chest, flexing to the mold of his embrace. The metal hand tweaks at your other nipple. Your tongue catches between your teeth. A rush of pleasure soothes away the pain. Blindly, you grip the covers for purchase.

“Anakin!”

A grunt. He’s too submerged in flicking your peaks around his tongue to answer.

A whimper escapes Anakin’s mouth as you pull him by the hair to your face. His lip pout, the color flushed a glossy red. So kissable, it drove you mad. Bending your neck up, you lick the scar under his eye. He’s so loud and needy tonight. Anakin’s body continues snaking between your thighs, gasping out mangled breaths.

Wordlessly, you push his shoulders down. He follows your lead, licking a trail down your body at his descent. When he’s nestled between each thigh, his eyelashes tickle your skin. He comforts you with kisses on the inside of your thighs. Fire bleeds through your veins, itching for a release. Your foot nudges his head away before reaching to pull the rest of your clothes off. His smirk is everything, eyeing your body from the tangled hair down to where you ached for him.

Your hands call for Anakin through the Force. An invisible grip pulls him into your heat. Draping your legs over those broad shoulders, his nose bumps into your clit and you see heaven. You choke his name. He parts your folds with his tongue, unleashing a wave of slick.

“You’re so wet,” he hums.

The vibrations are delicious, and that talented mouth buries deeper. Your thighs clamp his head in place with a vice grip. He gathers the slick before moving up to suck the nub into his mouth and your back arches at the delicious feeling. The warmth of his tongue brings tears to your eyes. Those strong hands pin your hips down and you want to fight against them, grind right back onto that building pleasure, you need it so desperately. His head rocks with your hips, teasingly keeping you from reaching a high.

You cry at the feeling of a metal finger finding its home in your warm depths. It roams around your walls before hooking into the spot that made your toes curl. His fingers work you deeper down that withering hole. Anakin’s voice groans into the flesh, deliciously licking up your whimpers. You pulse against his tongue, staining your inner thighs with wetness. His hand devilishly increases its pace, thrusting right into that spot. He mumbles praise, spreading the slick up with his tongue, sucking onto your more sensitive part. You are shivering, crying, pulling at the comforter, pulling at his curls, trapping his head between your thighs.

Anakin lifts you closer, engulfing all that you would give. He carries you to the edge of the cliff until you are bucking into his mouth, body trembling as your orgasm crashes, submerging beneath the waves. As your limbs shake, you watch him lift his head up. Arousal covers Anakin’s face, dripping down his mouth, leaking off his chin. You mewl when he withdraws his finger to wipe at a slick string that had connected him to your folds.

Neither of you waste any more time. Both of your hands rush to remove the rest of Anakin’s clothes. A light breath brushes against your cheek as his hand knocks yours in the fumble. Finally, he kicks the final layer off, smothering you with his skin and sucking behind your ear where you are the loudest. With wet fingers, he pumps himself against your belly, using your leftover orgasm to help. His eyes fall closed in worship with each drag of your skin rubbing pleasure against his. You aren’t doing much better, arching as your nipples brush back and forth into his chest every time he grinds down.

“Anakin.”

“Hmm.” It comes from his stomach, low and earthy. He’s not listening. Stubbornly, you nudge his hand away from his length only to replace it with your own firm hold. Anakin chokes, jerking his hips into your hand, letting out a long moan. “Please,” a whisper.

“On your back.”

And he does. Shifting his weight onto his back with a whine as your hand keeps its grip on him. Breathlessly, you climb onto his thigh. You stain him there, sliding your hips further down his legs. His muscles clench at the sight, shining brightly with your arousal.

Anakin calls your name, cupping your face with his flesh hand. He was already so worked up. The head of his cock is flushed a desperate pink, twitching at every touch. Even the faintest glide of your skin or the subtlest brush of air heightens his sensitivity. He knows he can’t last as long as he wants to. And so, his dilated blue eyes guide you down gently. His cock twitches when he finally gets a lick of relief. Your tongue darts out and traces slow circles on the tip. Anakin’s eyes water, biting down on his lip to muffle his needy moans.

You pity how hard he strains when you swallow the head, swirling and sucking the way he liked. His muscles clench under your hand where you hold him down. Each gasp and buck only creates more saliva in your mouth. You coat him with it until his lap is a guilty mess.

Anakin’s words string together from the pleasure. Lost in thought, feeling and hearing, all he knows is to breathe.

Your hands and tongue continue to work him fast. There is nothing sweet about the lewd sounds of the wet flesh pumping in your palm. His body is covered in sweat with curls plastered above his clenched eyes. Anakin’s teeth grit, growling as the intensity builds. He’s getting sloppy, thrusting his hips into the air only to be pinned back down. And release is only moments away—

“Look at me,” you pull away. Anakin can’t even open his eyes, squirming in pain because he’s so close.

So, he just begs. “No. No, please. Please I’m so close.”

You whisper his name in warning. It’s all you have to do because here in their little home, you had power over him. Anakin wasn’t The Chosen One when he was begging beneath you. The Council couldn’t touch him here. Only you could.

When his eyes meet yours, you lean in to give him a kiss. You mean it as an apology, but his teeth clash, sucking your tongue forgivingly. His mouth trails past your lips sucking and biting the flesh on your jaw as you begin pumping him back up to that high. Anakin’s thighs clench and before he knows it, you are whispering those sinful words in his ear.

“Cum.”

Eyes roll to the back of his head and hands grab your round flesh for purchase. His hips buck into the air as he spills over your hand and his stomach. You try to hold him down through his tremors, but you can’t only do so much.

Anakin’s breath is scrambled, eyes rolling to the back of his head. The high carries his mind somewhere beneath the waves into a distance land full of euphoria. There, he hears the gentle murmur of your voice. You sound like an angel. He almost forgets all the events that had transpired over the past few months. Almost.

The pressure of your palm squeezes around him one last time before you fall to the side to cuddle into your husband. There was nothing quite satisfying as reminding him where he belonged. It was a lesson to never doubt or stray from you again. Because in the end, Anakin was all you had. If he left, you would have no one. Maybe you would just stop existing.

You feel his hand brushing away the hair on your shoulder. When you roll your head to the side to look, you find those adoring eyes, staring at you the same way he did all those years ago. Perhaps there was hope for the two you. If only you could convince Anakin to your side. Together you could rule the galaxy.

Anakin’s breath brushes against your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispers.

Before the evidence on your hand has time to dry, you suck it off your thumb.

Victory.

[bambirex]

Hi so I’m requesting Steddie (Steve and Eddie from stranger things) I just idk I have this idea where Steve and Eddie like hangout a lot after Eddie leaving the hospital and his name was cleaned and Ms Wheeler invites everyone for a dinner party and Holly started talking to Eddie and he read her a book and play with her and so they were like besties and later in the day Mike asked him to do a campaign for Will and then Nancy wanted to talk to him about the bi crisis she was going through and they are besties and then Ms Wheeler asked Eddie to help her in the kitchen and so Steve was jealous and then idk Ted Wheeler actually being nice and talking about the weather with Eddie and Dustin and everyone thinking Steve was jealous because everyone loves Eddie but actually he was jealous the Wheelers were taking Eddie from him something like that hahah btw love your writing a lot x

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying my stuff so far! 💕

Warnings: none

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"Eddie the banished" very soon turned into "Eddie the beloved", as it seemed.

He pretty much became everyone's favorite at the house party the Wheelers threw: Steve now started to wonder if they actually only organized that event to celebrate Eddie, and all the other guests were just there as decoration.

Not that Steve minded. Eddie deserved all the love he was getting after being hated and hunted by the whole town for a crime he didn't commit, and after the insane amount of trauma he went through. He saw people being killed, he suddenly met an armada of terrifying monsters, then nearly got killed by some of them. He was fresh out of the hospital, still healing from his injuries, and Steve actually really liked seeing him getting better and better.

After the doctors released him from the hospital, Steve has taken it upon himself to be there for Eddie as much as possible. They spent quite a lot of time together, and Steve had to realize that he has grown quite attached to the guy he used to think of as a freak.

Actually, Eddie was sweet. He was quirky and strange, but he had a very kind heart, and he was one of the bravest people Steve has ever met. He was very good-looking too, Steve had to admit.

So, no, Steve didn't mind Eddie getting attention. He just wanted to be the only one giving it to him.

He always lingered behind, watching as Eddie played with Holly. He couldn't help but smile softly as the little girl climbed into Eddie's lap, demanding a story. How could anyone believe this boy was dangerous? He might have been a metalhead, with long, unruly hair and in ripped denim and faded leather, but if you spent more than one minute with him, you immediately realized just how sweet he actually was.

Warmth spread through Steve's chest as he watched Eddie reading from a children's book, doing exaggerated faces and sounds to entertain Holly. His cheeks were still pale and scarred from the battle with the demobats, but his eyes shone like a million stars. Steve's heart fluttered when Eddie looked up and their eyes met for a second. Eddie gave him a small wave, and Steve waved back awkwardly, his cheeks pinkening.

He really wished he had the courage to go and talk to Eddie. Once Holly went off to play with someone else, Mike took her place and started nagging Eddie about some DnD campaign for Will, a conversation from which Steve didn't understand a single word. He scoffed and moved away, hoping that if Mike was finished, he would get a chance to be with Eddie.

No such luck. Nancy swooped in and took Eddie to the side. They were clearly talking about something deep and personal, because Nancy was blushing and Eddie seemed to be comforting her. Now, Steve knew Nancy wouldn't go for Eddie (especially because it seemed like she was more interested in Robin lately), but the spikes of jealousy wouldn't leave Steve's heart as he watched them embrace.

The Wheeler parents stole Eddie next. Even Ted was more talkative than usual, actually making an effort to make a conversation, while Mrs. Wheeler entrusted Eddie with helping out in the kitchen. Steve watched this all happen with increasing frustration.

Obviously Dustin, as observant as he was, noticed that Steve was fuming.

"You're not jealous he's getting all the attention, are you?" He questioned Steve, eyebrows raised. "That's not like you."

"No, not at all," Steve replied quickly, "he deserves all the attention after what he's been through."

"But something is bothering you," Robin added, "I can tell. You've been eyeing him all night."

"Am I that obvious?" Steve chuckled, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red. "No, it's just, uhm... we've grown closer after he got out of the hospital, and I... I guess I just kinda miss being the only one there for him."

"Oh, you like him," Nancy said softly, "so you're jealous of everyone."

"You guys kept stealing him away the whole night," Steve huffed. Dustin laughed, shaking his head at him.

"God, Steve. Just go and steal him back, then!"

"Steal who back?"

They all turned around to see Eddie standing in the doorway with a curious look on his face. Steve honestly thought his heart and head would both explode when Eddie gave him a small smile.

"You," Dustin said easily. Steve groaned and slapped his arm, making the younger boy let out a loud "ow" sound.

"Oh, well," Eddie chuckled, "I might have been basking in the attention, I admit."

He looked at Eddie, his smile widening. "But I'm more than happy to indulge you, too."

Good Lord, Steve thought. He thought he was going to die from not being able to be close to Eddie the whole night, but he might actually be dying now that Eddie sat next to him on the couch. Nancy and Robin fled the room to give them some privacy, dragging Dustin with them.

"So..." Eddie started after some quiet, "why are you so jealous of everyone?"

"Erm..."

That was all Steve was able to say. Eddie's eyes were so beautiful, and he looked so genuine, and kind, and his knee brushed Steve's.

Deciding he needed way more alcohol in his system to be able to tell Eddie why, he reached for his glass.

He felt Eddie's curious eyes on him while he drank the liquid courage.

[gayerthanevertbh]

HOLYY SHITT COULD YOU WRITE A SHORT OF WHATEVER SMUTTY FIC WITH NICOLE RYDER LIKE SHE GETS JEALOUS THEN TAKES OUT ANGER ON YOU BY OIKE UNDRESSING YOUR PLAYING WITH UR BOOBIESS?

God I just read your previous nat fic and when I saw a Nicole pic I thought of it so fasttt I'm sorry by the aggression thoughh -----------------------ღ-------------------------

you made nicole jealous, insanely, in the middle of a party and wants to grope your breasts until you begged her to stop.

warnings | mild smut - 18+ MINORS DNI! mild touching, nicole ryder being jealous, pet names, and yeah...

notes | i hope this is something you wanted :D i liked this a lot

I wasn’t doing it on purpose. Well, I might hint a lie there; I think I was. Nicole had invited many of her friends to her house in Los Angeles, where we are currently staying due to her processing divorce with Charlie. I remember how we met, I remember the first night she touched my face. Asking me, chanting me, is this wrong? I nodded but kissed her anyway. Then, it was suddenly her turn of convincing me that nothing between us was wrong. She loved to hug me every night I spent with her, she loved it whenever I was close to her mom even though she can be obnoxious–I’m just saying. I remember vividly when I accidentally dropped a glass of water onto the grass where she picked it up, willingly, and placed it near my plate. I remember when she suddenly pulled me into a deep closet and gave me a searing kiss that I could never resist.

And now, I’ve made her into a jealous, envious mess. Maybe it was because of my outfit that showed a lot of my skin, a lot of it. I was wearing a short white skirt that matched the pearls around my neck, and a silky red tank top along with it. She wore something simple, yet elegant–which I love about her. And when I turned over my shoulder, I could see her from afar where she was holding onto her glass of whiskey with a tight grip; her eyebrows furrowing when a man touches my lower back as if he knew me. And as soon as I walked back to the main room, she followed me all the way to the bedroom where I expected her to be.

“Don’t act like I didn’t see that, Y/N.”

Innocently, I turned and shrugged my shoulders. Play safe, I thought.

“I’m not following, Nick.”

She likes me calling her Nick. It was short for Nicole, and it didn’t matter what gender role the name should be. I didn’t really care much. But I liked calling her nickname because it slipped out easier with my tongue.

“He was touching you,” she said as she near herself to my body with a raging voice. “He touched you! You’re my girlfriend, Y/N. You’re–”

“We aren’t even together, we’re sleeping together.”

“But we are together!”

“Oh please,” I shrugged once more and turned around to remove my pearls since it was getting a little sensitive on my skin. As soon as I took them off, I spun around and pressed against the wall–almost yelping. She towered at me with loud breathing that came out of her mouth, muttering: “You think you’re owned by anyone, huh? No, you’re mine. Do you fucking understand me, Y/N? You’re mine.”

I do understand, I understood that more than I had in my education in school. I was going to kiss her when she suddenly rips off my top with a grunt that truly surprised me with how strong she was, and her hands were now groping hard on my boobs. I was gasping for air, curling my toes into my shoes as she kneads them like dough. Nicole grumbles and kisses my neck, but never my lips. I was trying to utter words, telling her how much I loved those hands, but nothing came out of my mouth. I was so distracted, so distraught, and so aroused by her jealousy that seeps out of her skin.

“You’re nothing but my whore,” she emphasize, looking down at me with her messed-up blonde hair that was almost covering her eyes. I can’t tell if she was drunk, because I was too. I clung my arms around her neck while she grunts out of pleasure from my breasts. “Okay? You’re too beautiful to be someone else’s. Now, be a good girl and let me use your god damn tits.”

She touches me again with a flat tongue that strikes up against my neck, all the way to my jaw. She gropes them harder, pressing them together with a low moan that erupts from her throat. I held her closer to me, trying to hump her pelvis with mine to get more of that friction. But no, god no, she wasn't giving me what I wanted. Perhaps this was my punishment, and I'm gladly taking it like a good girl I was.

"God, touch me harder."

"You don't get to tell me what to do, pretty girl," she whispers to my ear hotly and tweaks my left nipple. "Submit yourself to me, come on. Do it for me."

tag: @mistygayz

[sapphicwhxre]

prompts list (150)

• fluff

“you look better in my clothes than i do.”

“i believe you.”

“is that my shirt?”

“can i play with your hair?”

“you can tell me anything.”

“isn’t the view beautiful?”

“my mother adores you.”

“they’re not you.”

“if you cry, i’ll cry ─ and that won’t be fun for anyone.”

“did you just kiss me?”

“i’ve dreamt about this.”

“is that a drawing of me?”

“i didn’t mean to say that but yeah, i love you.”

“of course i will.”

“wow, you’re photogenic.”

“i thought you'd never ask.”

“quick, kiss me!”

“you cancelled plans for me?”

“i’ve never seen anyone look so cute and ridiculous at the same time.”

“that is not what the instructions say.”

“you remembered?”

“stop looking at me like that!”

“has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?”

“how mad would you be if i kissed you?”

“you’re hugging me too tight!”

“my lipgloss is all over your lips.”

“that’s the first time i’ve ever seen you smile.”

“you’re lucky you’re hot.”

“i didn’t know you could sing.”

“you weren’t supposed to hear that!”

“shut up before i kiss you.”

“you give me butterflies.”

“i can’t think around you.”

“i just wanted to make you laugh.”

“kiss me better.”

“why’d you stop?”

“you wrote me a song?”

“i’m not scared but if you are, you can hold my hand.”

“you ramble and it’s adorable.”

“are you blushing?”

“did i say that out loud?”

“hey, only i can call them that!”

“have you ever thought about how much worse our lives would be without each other?”

“i meant it when i said for better or for worse.”

“that’s the sixth time you’ve complimented me today.”

“nothing else matters except for you.”

“we could run away.”

“the world could be on fire and i’d still be happy as long as i'm with you.”

“they’re such an idiot. my idiot but still.”

“this isn’t adrenaline, i want to spend my life with you.”

• smut

“do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

“stop before someone sees!”

“do that again.”

“ten? i only need five.”

“on your knees.”

“enjoying the view?”

“that was the prettiest sound i’ve ever heard.”

“i didn’t think you were into that.”

“i trust you. do it.”

“next time we get into an argument, i’m reminding you that i took your virginity.”

“against the window? are you insane?”

“i’m going to ruin that pretty makeup.”

“now everyone’s going to know you’re mine.”

“i could do this all day.”

“louder, i want them to hear you.”

“you can finish if you beg.”

“do you want to come on my fingers or mouth?”

“you won’t be able to walk tomorrow when i’m through with you.”

“how funny do you think teasing is now?”

“after that little stunt? you’re not getting off that easy.”

“lay down and stay still.”

“are you doing that on purpose?”

“i didn’t like the way they were looking at you.”

“have they ever touched you like this?”

“i never noticed how beautiful filthy words could be.”

“were you masturbating?”

“my boyfriend/girlfriend would kill us.”

“keep quiet or someone’ll hear.”

“not so cocky now, are you?”

“is that new?”

“who gave you that?”

“are you jealous?”

“show me you’re mine.”

“i’ve been waiting all day to do this.”

“does that hurt?”

“lipstick’s a good look on you.”

“we should skinny dip.”

“as beautiful as you look, all i want to do is rip that dress off right now.”

“were you checking me out?”

“this isn’t what i had in mind when i yelled fuck you.”

“call me that again.”

“did i do that?”

“i’ll try it for you.”

“i think we just found a new kink.”

“i always hated spankings as a child.”

“leave the heels on.”

“i’d rather have your hands around my throat but the necklace will do.”

“what would people say if they knew you were such a slut for me?”

“shut up and pin me down.”

“i thought your laugh was the prettiest sound in the world. i was wrong, it's your moans.”

• angst

“do you love them?”

“you’re not sorry.”

“how did you find out?”

“don’t lie to me.”

“am i not important to you anymore?”

“i didn’t realise i was such an inconvenience.”

“do you think about them when you look at me?”

“how many times am i supposed to forgive you?”

“don’t raise your fucking voice at me.”

“i trusted you.”

“are you ashamed of me?”

“it was open and i read it.”

“i can’t deal with you right now.”

“did you ever really love me?”

“i see the way you look at them.”

“if you can’t live without me, then die.”

“i don’t believe you.”

“all you had to do was stay.”

“i knew you were too good to be true.”

“i don't need help and i don’t need you either.”

“some things aren’t meant to be.”

“all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

“we can’t afford to do this anymore.”

“you deserve better.”

“it’s not safe.”

“i wish i’d never met you.”

“i can’t look at you.”

“get out.”

“was it worth it?”

“how could you let them say that about me?”

“there’s just no pleasing you, is there?”

“why don’t you give a shit?”

“how many times are you going to look me in the eye and lie to me?”

“i can’t do this if you don't trust me.”

“find someone else then.”

“don’t touch me!”

“they were there. you weren’t.”

“i don’t want to spend another second with you!”

“is your image really more important than us?”

“you win.”

“this isn’t what i wanted to happen.”

“i’d take our relationship back in a heartbeat.”

“you two deserve each other.”

“can’t you listen for one second?”

“you’ll be happier without me.”

“if you loved me, you wouldn’t have done it.”

“don’t you try to explain yourself!”

“you can’t take back what you said.”

“i don’t see the same person i loved when i look at you anymore.”

“why didn’t you fight for us?”

[buckybarnesdiaries]

a piece of cake

© @jamesbrnes

bucky barnes x reader. ⎢ masterlist.

Something happens at Shuri's birthday party that leads to a heated fight.

word count: 3k words. (fuck, it worth every damn word)

warnings/tags: nsfw, +18!!! angry jealous sex, let's start there. unprotected sex, oral sex (face fucking and ridding), fingering, brief daddy!kink, brief praise!kink, language, cursing, handcuffing, mention of bodily fluids, and probably i'm forgetting something else, i just lost my mind. bucky being the cutest and loving man on earth at the end.

author notes: none of my stories contain reader’s body descriptions to be inclusive.

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You had never been so quiet, but you knew that opening your mouth only could cause a storm inside the car, on your way back home. Believing you could have a pinch of luck, Bucky wouldn't notice that something was raving you mad since the moment you watched him letting another woman give him a spoon of cake. Straight to his mouth. You almost choked on your drink, talking to Shuri about how excited she was to celebrate her birthday in New York, when you witnessed the scene hearing their laughs and watching how they dared to touch his metal arm constantly. Your boyfriend was talking with some of his old friends from Wakanda, not even knowing he made friends there. He never said a word about it. Even so, they didn't have the right to flirt with him. Unless he didn't say anything about you.

But Bucky wasn't stupid. Or at least, not like you thought. Gazing you by the corners of his blue eyes, he was conscious that something was going wrong. He licked his upper lip briefly, slowly. He tasted the waters putting a hand on your thigh, which was your favorite gesture while he was driving, deriving with your fingers laced and him placing kisses on the back of your hand. But you didn't move an inch, still staring through the copilot's window with your elbow nailed there and your chin resting on your knuckles.

“What's wrong?”

“Nothing”.

Your passive tone and the lie as a response caused him to frown, pulling over the car to focus on you. He turned on his seat and placed a hand behind the headrest of yours.

“Spit it”.

You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow ironically, looking at him for a second. If he had to ask it was because he wasn't really seeing the dilemma there.

“I'm just tired and I wanna go home, James. That's all”.

James. James. You did it unconsciously, but he didn't take it as an innocent manner of calling him. Unexpressive, the soldier joined the highway driving faster than he used to. You had pissed him off, but it wasn't your problem. He had hurt your feelings with something he didn't give any importance to. The only thing you wanted was to take a shower, put on your comfier pajamas and go to sleep, probably you'd see tomorrow that situation differently than today and you could move on from your insecurities and the jealousy running through your veins.

You arrived at your apartment in record time, keeping the car inside the parking under the building. You removed the seat belt to wear your leather jacket and grab your purse on your feet, stepping out when you were ready. But Bucky stayed inside, just turning off the engine. He didn't have any intention of leaving it, maintaining his hands tightly gripped around the wheel. You ignored him as soon as you couldn't pretend you were just tired anymore. It was the first time something like that happened and you were having a strong desire to throw your guts up.

Three minutes later you were under the warm water with your forehead resting against the cold wall and your eyes closed. Maybe you were overreacting and the rational, mature behavior would be to go to talk with him, tell your boyfriend what made you feel upset. Sighing as you nodded two times, determined to put the cards on the table, you shut off the faucet and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“Oh, fucking hell!” You growled because of the scare of your life when you found Bucky already in your shared room.

He had his back supported on the wall, a leg flexed, and his hands behind himself. No expression on his face, but expecting an explanation from you. You were hoping for something from him too, maybe I don't know what I've done to make you feel like that, can you give me a clue? He just stared at you in silence, drying the pearls of water decorating your body before wearing a pair of black panties and your forgotten pajamas instead of one of his t-shirts impregnated on his scent.

“Com'ere”. Bucky whispered, stretching his flesh hand on air when you were about to go to sleep.

“No”.

Well, that wasn't the proper way to talk like grown adults. You crossed both arms on your chest, standing next to your side of the bed.

“What'd you say?” He squinted incredulous, slowly standing from the wall, pretending you hadn't uttered that word.

“I said no, you fucking punk”.

“The hell d'you think you're talking to, darling?”

“To the cretin who let other women flirt and touch him”. You replied with evident annoyance. “Why don't you go to show them your daddy's skills, uh? Sure I can find someone who respects me in the meantime”.

Suddenly, a grimace you hadn't seen before on him appeared like a thunderbolt. You weren't sure if you just made him feel more furious or if you just broke his heart. But before you could figure it out, Bucky shorted the distance between both in two fast strides and his hands gripped your throat and the back of your neck respectively, pinning you to the closest wall and tossing the lamp on your nightstand to the floor. You complained slightly —with his tongue wildly invading your mouth— because of the strength he used to put you against the wall.

You tried to push him away, to not fall into his charmings, but he made your mind blank when his fingers were firmly nailed in your ass and his body was accommodated between your legs. Your fiery provoked a bulge under his pants so painful that in every rock against your core he wasn't sure if it hurt or if it was some kind of pleasure he couldn't handle. Out of breath, Bucky attacked your neck, digging his teeth in your neck with so much passion that you screamed delighted his full name while pulling his hair. That gesture drove him insane, losing the less sanity he had at that point. With just a push, your boyfriend ripped off your shirt to strip you, in anticipation of your panties suffering the same fate.

Bucky threw you to the mattress on your abdomen, perfectly positioned to what was about to happen. He was so eager, so desperate for showing you what he was feeling that he didn't lose time taking off his clothes, just undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans to pull them down to his ankles along his boxers. You heard him spitting in his hand to use it as lube, although you were sufficiently soaked and ready for your Buck that neither of you needed his saliva. He rammed his dolorous erection into your cunt, crashing his pelvis and pressing it against your ass with all his strength, causing you to drown a loud cry in the sheets.

Tangling his fingers with yours and lacing your arms around your neck, putting all his weight onto your back, Bucky pounded you with an insanely quick rhythm, not giving you any chance to mold your throbbing walls around his length. Your pleased vocals echoed inside your room in total sync with the hits to your g-spot. Your body received with every one of them soft cramps mixed with pain and pleasure, making you roll your eyes and tear your throat.

“'S that wh— what you wanted, uh?” Bucky snarled against the back of your neck, totally gone, not giving you a break or showing any mercy.

“Fuck, no…” You replied, challenging him.

He swallowed a rough moan, wrapping his cold fingers around your throat while using the other to pull back your hair and arch your body. “Don' fucking… lie to me, doll… You wan— wanted your daddy to make you… feel desired over tho— those women”.

And yes, he was right. More or less. But you didn't expect him to react like that. Bucky was rabidly fucking you, moving the bed from its position with every angry thrust into your pussy. You knew you weren't going to last for too long if he continued impaling you against the mattress, just like that. But you both had to recognize that it was the best session of sex of your life.

“You were… fucking mad watch— watching 'em touch my arm… your arm, right?”

You whined at the brutality he used to push his hard cock beyond your limits, holding it there as he tilted your head to crash his lips on yours. Bucky devoured them until they were shiny, swollen, slightly ached because of the bit he left on your bottom one.

“If you don't tell me… the truth… I swear I'm not gonna let you come”. The whisper fell into your ear with such a raspy tone of voice, conscious of him being very capable.

“It was… your fucking fault, James. Not… Not mine”. You grunted, feeling him going a little deeper. “I di— didn't let anybody flirt with me… as if you didn't exist”.

That was the truth, but the wrong answer for him. Suddenly, Bucky pulled out his dick covered in your arousal, freeing you from any grip. A pause that only lasted the time he took to grab the handcuffs from your nightstand to place them in your wrists and secure them around the headboard. Now you were under his total control, defying him by strongly closing your legs and frowning at him, panting and sweating.

“Lemme tell you something”. Your boyfriend said, dangerously crawling over the bed till reaching your knees and forcing them to be separated, wide spread for him. “If you think I was flirting, but you didn't see… how uncomfortable I was… This situation is not my fault”.

The tables were turned as he finished his sentence, settling himself between your legs yet kneeling to raise your ass above his lap. “Not so mouthy now, are you, doll?”

You wanted to speak back, to say something after having a second to reconsider the reason why you were so angrier at him when Bucky pushed you down and rammed his dick back to the place it belonged. You forced unconsciously your hands gripped, wanting to put them on him —wherever—. As soon as he handcuffed you, your desire for touching him used to be suffocating. But you were the one who played from the start, instead of telling him how you were feeling about that situation at Shuri's party.

Bucky didn't even let you kiss him, stabilizing you on top with an arm around your waist and his cold hand holding the back of your head. His hips rocked straight to your g-spot once and once, making you lose any kind of control over your body as your boyfriend didn't have any compassion, needing to find relief to his sorrowful erection by cumming inside your clenching walls. You were driving him crazy, maintaining your eye contact at all moments and almost drinking your delighted, obscene crying, aware that only him could cause you to be so dirty.

“Feels good, uh…? You like it?” Your boyfriend brushed your lips with his, depriving you of his kisses or any other touch. “Bec— 'cause you take your daddy... so damn good, baby girl… So tight… so tight you could kill me”.

“Yes, da— daddy”. You whimpered nodding your head. “Only you… can fuck me li— like that… Only you”.

“That's it… that's it, oh, fuck… fuck, doll”.

You saw him roll that pair of beautiful blue eyes to the back of his head, feeling Bucky's thighs tensing under your legs. You didn't want anything else than making him cum, after overthinking about how he felt, and not about what you witnessed. He was right, more or less. He was still being so innocent in those kinds of situations that he used to feel like a scared kid.

You suddenly fell back to reality when the emptiness sensation invaded you. Bucky pulled out his length from you again, causing you to beg in silence for not denying you the orgasm you were about to reach. But he warned you. Bucky asked you to tell him the truth and you chose to challenge him. Letting you sit on the mattress, he flexed a leg to guide his twitching cock to your mouth, not needing to tell you what he wanted you to do. You just parted your lips, receiving him without protesting, curling your fingers when he forced your limits, and positioned both hands on your head. Twirling your tongue around his base as you could, with your cavity completely invaded, Bucky provoked you a strong gag. A gesture that led to his warm seed being spilled down your throat.

“Fuck my life, baby girl!” He couldn't help but howl driven by the pleasure as you coughed and made vibrate his sensitive skin.

Just holding his dick trapped by your lips for a second, he freed your mouth, taking his time to admire you swallowing his cum and showing afterward your tongue. God, you looked so beautiful disheveled, with teary eyes and swollen lips because of the effort.

“Want me to tell you something else?” Bucky asked while cleaning the sweat in his forehead with the back of his arm, taking the small key to liberating you with his free hand.

You didn't reply, not needing to, as he rubbed your wrists to comfort your skin before lying by your side.

“Com'ere”. He whispered, yet trying to recover your breathings. Bucky wrapped you with his flesh arm, rubbing his iron fingers up and down your tense belly, creating a contrast that caused you goosebumps. “'M so sorry for making you feel like that”.

He kissed you. Slowly, passionate, tasting his own juices mixed with your saliva. Caressing your tongue with the tip of his, and no rush. You felt his digits touring down your skin, till finding your throbbing and needed clit. You weren't able to hold back a sweet moan when he circled his fingertip over your sensible pearl, gladly drinking your vocals.

“When I wanted to react… she was putting that damn spoon into my mouth. It felt horrible, doll, I promise”. He murmured, venturing his long cold finger to part your folds and sink it inside you —moaning at the fulfill sensation—. “You always save me from those awkward situations… but you were having fun with Shuri and I didn't want to interrupt you”.

You were feeling like shit, looking at him through your eyelids as he curved a second finger into your cunt and increased the pace of the pounds with his hand made of vibranium. Bucky spread some gentle kisses all around your face, ending with a tender bite to your lips.

“When you told me you wanted to go home, I felt a huge relief… 'Cause that was everything I wanted. Go home with you. Maybe watch a movie… cuddle… fall asleep on the sofa”.

“Oh, God, Bucky”. You wept onto his mouth, as soon as a third finger filled you, nailing his hand in the perfect position to be moved up and down. “I'm so— sorry, Buck… I'm sorry”.

“Fuck, no”. He let out, thrusting you harder, faster, creating a melody of filthy sloppy sounds while your moans were louder and louder. “I should stop 'em, I didn't… I didn't. But I respect you more than anything, doll… I love you with all my heart. I care 'bout you, 'bout your feelings… Can you forgive me? Can you… Can you cum for me?”

You nodded your head running out of words, seeing your boyfriend snaking his body down the bed to between your shaky legs, yet having his fingers knuckles deep inside you. “Keep 'em open for your man”.

The blow to your abused cunt provoked you a lash up to your backbone, landing your hands on his head as Bucky sank his face straight to your center. His digits fucked you savagely, while his tongue took control of your swollen pearl —sucking, licking, kissing, pulling it back—. He wasn't going to deny that pleasure to you, quite the opposite. You pressed unconsciously his face a little closer to your pussy, swinging your hips and riding his mouth when his caresses and his pushes became too much for you.

Bucky made you cum harder than ever, crying his name till you didn't have any strength and you were just a sack of bones under his expert mouth, devouring you and drinking your juices as if it was the elixir of life. And when he was satiated, you glanced at him using the tip of his tongue to trail a path up crossing your abdomen, the gap between your breasts, your throat, until kissing you again getting comfortable on top of you. It was a kiss full of love, and guiltiness, and necessity, and pure devotion for you.

“Did I hurt you with what I said?” You murmured, still enraptured by the fireworks fluttering within your belly.

“This isn't 'bout me”. Bucky clicked his tongue, hiding his face into your sweaty neck. “This is 'bout what I let happen”.

“That doesn't answer my question, Buck… I'm sorry about what I said. I was just… I feel insecure". You confessed stroking his scalp and back with your hands, lacing your legs together. “I didn't mean it. I would never try to… find someone who respects me more than you do. That's impossible. And not talking about how much you love me”.

“I love you with every inch of myself”. He swore, he promised, raising his face to look straight at your eyes. “I can't imagine a life without you”.

“Me either… Your love makes me feel alive”.

Bucky left one last tender kiss on your lips before suddenly standing up and holding you onto his arms to carry you to the bathroom and take a shower together —wash your hair, worship your body again as if it was the last thing he was going to do—.

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[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[voxmortuus]

Tension

PAIRING: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader

UNIVERSE: The Witcher

WORDS: 899

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Prompt given from @queengiuliettafirstlady: The reader is a lorialet, and she and Geralt get into a petty argument over a jealous moment. Well, Geralt and the reader go from arguing into some steamy passionate make-up sex.

TRIGGER WARNING(S): Language | Angst | Relationship Jealousy | Biting | Slapping | Pushing/Shoving | Light BDSM | Slight Breeding Kink | Unprotected Vaginal Sex | Public Sex | Creampie | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this…

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"You were flirting, Geralt!" You snap.

"No, I wasn't." He crossed his arms

"Yes, yes you were!"

"I don't flirt. Are you delusional?" He furrows his brow.

"Are you? You were clearly flirting back? You gave her that smirk, Geralt!"

"What smirk?" He gives you the smirk.

"That! That right there! Geralt, you invited her to bathe you!" You snap again.

He gasps. "I did not!"

"Fine, whatever, Geralt. Enjoy your fuckin bath!" You growl as you shove past him walking out of the Inn.

It was a long journey, and honestly, you were so irritated with his choices, his actions.

"Are you insane? Where are you going?!" He growls.

"Away from you! you go take your bath with that harlot!" You growl in return.

"She's hardly a harlot. She's a very nice woman." He defends.

"Right, and so is my mother!"

"You're mother is a monster!" He gasps

"And so is that woman."

"She is not a monster. She's very much not a monster." He licks his lips and gives a smirk.

"There you go! Licking your lips! You've slept with her!"

"No..." He states with a slight inflection.

"No? NO!?" You question growling.

"No." He states a little more firmly.

"Go away, Geralt." You growl and shove him out of the way. You start walking down a dark alleyway behind some shops. The night dark, the moon shining on you. The moon slightly following you as you walked behind this alley, the rays finding you. Your white hair glistened in the light, glowing almost.

You hear footfalls approach you, heavy and almost commanding. "Y/N, Stop!" He growls.

"No, fuck off, Geralt." You sigh as you keep walking.

"Moonbeam-Baby, Stop! NOW!" He approaches you and grabs your arm, and spins you around.

You try to push him away, but he guides you to the wall. Gripping your throat, he pulls you into a kiss. You bite his lip, causing him to bleed. He growls a bit and grabs your face, and kisses you deeply. With the mix of blood and the beer from Geralt, you growl- pressing your hips against his body.

The moon wraps around you both, the rays making a slight sound around you. Geralt presses himself against you. You notice that when you bit him, it made his cock twitch against you. You bite at his lip again, feeling him stiffen against you. You begin to cause a little more pain, pushing him. Slapping him across the face. You manage to shove him away from you and shoving him into the wall and grip his cock on the outside of his pants, and you push on his chest, pushing away from him as you start walking away again.

He growls and follows you into a dark tunnel that was under a bridge. Geralt pins you to the wall and lifts you up, quickly pulling himself out of his pants and ripping your undergarments, and shoving his hard cock into your wet cunt and growls. You growl back at him as he thrusts harder. You grip at his hair as your breathing becomes staggered.

"You're my only." He growls as he thrusts into you.

"Fuck you, Geralt." You moan.

"You are, love me." He demands.

"I do love you. I don't love that you loved others."

"I didn't love her. She was a onetime thing, you, you're a forever thing."

You moan softly as he grips at you. You're pulling at his hair a bit, clawing at his shoulders. Your back arches against the stone wall as you feel him thrust deeper.

"Fuck." You growl.

"You're so tight, so wet."

Your moans pick up a bit more, echoing through the tunnel. You move your hips with Geralt as he pushes up into you faster. Your eyes close as your head rests against the wall. He uses a hand to grip your breast, pinching your nipple through your clothing.

"Oh fuck, Geralt!" You scream.

Growling as he thrusts, he's getting close, but he wasn't ready. This was a spur of the moment, and it was what you both needed. He pulls from you and spins you around, pressing you against the wall as he lifts your hips and shoves himself deeper into you.

Your fingers dig into the wall. Geralt was quick to grab your arms, pulling them behind you in one hand, and takes a fistful of your hair in the other as he pulls you into his cock. Your ass slapping against his hips as he let go of your arms, he spanks your ass hard, so hard it left handprints. Spank after spank, he growls heavier.

"Oh, Geralt. Geralt, FUCK! God! FUCK! Cum inside me! FUCK! Fill me! Breed me! Use me! My body is yours!" You moan and plead.

Hearing your words caused him to go faster, and he growls. Pulling you closer, he thrusts a few more thrusts, and with one hard thrust. He releases inside you, which causes you to release with him screaming, echoing through the night. Pulling from you, he turns you around and grips your face. You put him away back into his pants, tying them back up. He looks deep into your eyes.

"I love you, Y/N. You are forever; she was for then." He reminds you.

You look over his face and nod softly, hugging him tightly. "Don't ever leave."

"Don't ever go." He tells you.

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