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christopher-bangnaldoskzz · 1 year ago

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Soft Dom Bangchan x Female Reader Sub!

Genre: 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Oral Sex (female receiving) Fingering , protected Sex, Unprotected sex. sexual content included I am going to say this is strictly 18+ MDNI fan fiction.

Summary: A sub needs a dom, a dom wants a sub but what happens when feelings overlap with contracts and love creeps in? Will a contract remain only a contract? Or are emotions like love too hard to keep in check?

A/N: would also like to dedicate this story to @daceydeath , thank you for always putting up with my deluluness, also thank you for putting up with my drama fill life honestly. I wouldn’t be still writing if it wasn’t for you encouraging me. Also thank you so much for writing my summary xx

You giggle as Chan throws you over his shoulder to carry you inside. He smacks your ass playfully as he puts the key into the lock and opens the door.

Walking you directly to the bedroom and laying you down on the bed, his body crawling on top so his body rests between your legs. His body starts to roll as his tongue enters your mouth.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks, pulling back.

“You”, you mewl.

“Good girl”, he grips the bed as he continues to dry hump you. One hand slips under your t-shirt, his fingertips gliding along your skin before cupping your breast.

“I thought you were gonna rip my clothes off”, you giggle.

"Mmm," Chan hummus, kissing and licking your neck.

You giggle as his hand starts to play with your nipple. Chan lifts his body up. “Sit up," he growls as he says. Chan pulls your shirt up and over your head, revealing your bra. “This is my favourite bra”, he continues pulling the cup down as he licks your nipple.

He licks and sucks your breast making sure to alternate between each breast; you arch your body as your pussy starts throbbing. Chan's hand slides down your stomach and into your pants; his fingers spreading your folds as he checks how wet you are for him.

“Baby girl…you’re so wet”, he smiles.

“Only for you, sir” You liked playing to his possessive side.

“Fuck….only for me”, he moans as he pulls his hand out and sucks on his fingers.

He rolls your pants down, lifting your legs up to pull them off your body; you spread them for him as he sucks on his fingers, sliding them back down.

“How many do you want?" He breathes. “One,” he says as he slides one finger inside you.

You shake your head “more” You moan.

“Two”, he slides another one in. This time, he curls his fingers hitting your g spot, causing you to let out a slight whimper.

“More, please”, you beg.

“How about three?" he says, pumping a third inside you.

“YES,” you scream as you begin to squirm.

“That’s my good girl.... hmmm”, he said as he pumped and curled his fingers inside you as he continued stimulating your breasts.

“This feels so good, sir," you moan.

“Who do you belong to?” He grunts into your chest.

“You, sir," you moan back.

“Say my name," he growled.

“Channie” was the only word you could manage to get out.

“That’s it, baby….again”, he grunts, pumping his fingers in deeper.

“U-uh, Channie”, you cry

“Okay baby, come for me", he murmurs as he curls his fingers, massaging your spot.

“Yes, yes, YES…..CHANNIE” You call.

Chan pulls his fingers out as he kisses up your body.

“I love the way you call me Channie”, he smiles before kissing you.

Your body starts to shake as you feel your orgasm wash over you. He sucks up the moans with his mouth before helping you ride out your high.

“You’re mine”, he smiles at you.

He places a kiss on your lips. “These lips are mine.”

He places a kiss on your neck. “This neck is mine.”

Rolling down your body, “these breasts,” he makes sure to suck each one, “are mine.”

Licking down your stomach, kissing right at your pelvis, “This stomach is mine.”

“These legs”, he’s now placing kisses down your thighs. “All mine, baby”, he grunts, kissing upwards towards your centre.

“And last but not least….my favourite” he kisses your dripping pussy. “This….is….” You finish his sentence.

“Yours”, you moan as he spreads your folds with his tongue.

His tongue circles your clitoris slowly, making you gasp and arch your back. His lips enclose your pleasure spot, sucking and licking in a steady rhythm that drives you wild. His hands move to your hips, gripping them tightly as his mouth continues to eat your pussy. You feel like you're about to explode, and with one final stroke of his tongue, you do. Your orgasm ripples through you in waves of pleasure.

"That's my girl", he grunts, sending another wave of shivers down your spine.

He pulls away and slides his body up yours, crushing your lips in a passionate kiss. His hardness presses against your thigh, his need for you palpable in the air. You melt into him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you deepen the kiss. He pulls back, his eyes smouldering with desire as he looks into yours. He murmurs, "All mine" softly before leaning in to kiss your lips tenderly.

His hands caress your curves, exploring your body as the kiss intensifies. You can feel his heart racing against yours as your bodies press closer. You lose yourself in the moment, feeling an intense pleasure as his lips move against yours.

"Channie...... I should be taking care of you, remember?" You smile as he pulls away.

"You are," he hums. "I'm feeling so much better." It occurred to you that maybe Chan was lying this morning about being sick, but why?

"Where are the condoms?" He looks at you with a mischievous grin.

"Top Draw" well, at least you thought there was some.

He hops off the bed and opens the draw. "Y/N, really?" He pulls out the first pair of handcuffs you had ever purchased; of course, they were bright purple and fluffy.

"What, they keep me humble", you laughed. He grinned and closed the drawer, catching your eye as he walked towards you. He grabbed your wrist and clicked the handcuffs onto it, locking it in place. You smiled, feeling the thrill as he moved closer.

He moved his face to yours, his eyes twinkling with mischief. You felt his breath on your skin as he spoke. “Remember,” he said, “I'm in control.” He leaned in and kissed you lightly on the lips. A shiver ran through your body as his hands ran down your arms. He stepped back, smiling at you as he said, “Now, where was I?" He tore the condom packet open with his teeth. He pulled out the condom and put it on. He then pulled you close and kissed you deeply. Pushing your body back on the bed while lifting your arms above your head.

He moved his body over yours, his hands running down your sides. He looked into your eyes as he entered you, his breathing getting deeper and faster. You gasped in pleasure as he moved, your bodies in perfect harmony.

"You're safe with me,” he said, kissing down your neck while locking his fingers in yours. “Look at me as I hold your hands,” he said, hovering over your body. “Breath, baby….feel me stretching out your pretty pussy”, he moaned as he kissed you. “I will never stop wanting you.”

Your breath shutters as he thrusts in and out, kissing and sucking your collarbones.

“This feels so good, sir." You moan as his lips meet yours again.

“Good….come for me one more time”, he grunts as he sucks up your moans with his mouth.

He starts to stimulate your clit as he thrusts deeper into you. “That’s a baby girl”, he growls as he feels your walls tighten around him.

“Channie”, you cry as your vision blurs and your body quivers as you feel a wave of pleasure wash over you.

It wasn’t long before Master Chan followed your lead and creamed inside the condom. “You look so beautiful underneath me”, he said, kissing you, not yet pulling out.

“I have the new contract for you to sign”, he mumbles, his lips pressed to yours.

“Okay….I’ll read it now”, you smile chan still not letting your move,

“In a minute…..I want to just sit here for a moment” he continues to kiss you, his tongue sliding past your lips.

……

You wore your robe out into the living room as you waited for Chan to come out with the new contract.

“Okay…I have it here. Let’s give it a read,” he said, sitting down on the couch in his boxers.

“You should go lay down….I don’t want you getting worse,” you said, reaching out to feel his forehead.

“I’m okay….must have just been a little bug or something”, he said, handing you the new contract.

“Okay, let’s go through this together”, he said, handing you a cup of water.

“I didn’t even see you pour this”, you laughed as you took a sip.

He smiled as he looked down at the contract. He was proud of himself.

“Okay, section 3A amendment…..The submissive should only refer to the dominant as Sir or Master when alone. The submissive is to call the dominant by the following names only while at work or in the company of other side outside the BDSM community: Chan, Channie, Mr Bang or Chris.” He smiled, looking up at you, waiting for your acknowledgement.

“Yes, master”, you smile at him fondly, waiting for him to continue.

“Section 3B…..The submissive must sleep in the dominant room at least once a week” All you can think about is…..what is he up to?

You raise an eyebrow at him. “I thought you might like it, seeming as though you’ve seemed to enjoy it the last couple of days..." He said without hesitation.

“I can strike it out if you like,” he said, clicking his pen.

“No…….I mean, no sir, it’s fine to leave in,” you said, swallowing hard.

“Excellent”, he smiled, continuing to read. “Next page section 6B…… I’d like to add in the following sexual kinks….. unprotected sex” he looks up to gauge your reaction.

You were shocked that he was always so careful. Why, all of a sudden, did he want to fuck you unprotected?

“Now that you’ve been on birth control for a couple of weeks….I thought we could maybe try it…..I’ll always ask permission first, baby, I promise.”

He was so adorable in the way he justified his kinks to you.

“I’ve uh never had a master do that before”, Master Chan gulped.

“I’ll strike it out….you don’t look comfortable with it” he clicked his pen, but before he could reach the paper, you grabbed his hand.

“I trust you." Those three words made his eyes light up.

“I don’t want to pressure you”, he said, searching your face.

You take the pen off him and sign the contract without reading the rest of the changes. “Let me show you how much I trust you”, placing the signed agreement on the table as your climb onto his lap.

He brushes your hair behind your ears before you lean in and kiss his lips.

Chan pov

God, I want to be inside her so desperately. My cock is throbbing. “There’s just one more really important thing?”

“What’s that?” She says before placing her plump lips back on mine.

“How do you feel about me installing a mirror on top of our playroom ceiling?” I wonder if she picked up on my use of the word ours.

“Love that idea,” she said before biting my bottom lip.

“Excellent,” I said before pushing her body down on the couch.

“Sir…” she moaned while sliding her hand down my body.

“Mmmmm,” I said while kissing down her neck.

“I want you to cum inside me……” my eye shot open.

“Now!” I said in shock.

“I want you to claim me…..only you,” she said so sweetly that my cock twitched.

“Only me”, I whispered.

She nods. “Only you, sir." Her finger brushes my lip.

She reaches down and pulls my cock out of my boxers, licking her hand before she starts pumping. “Please”, she whimpers; who am I to deprive her of what she wants.

Taking her hand away, I command, "Beg me for it.".

“Please….. I need to feel you cum inside me." Oh fuck she’s getting really good at this begging thing.

“Shit”, I whispered.

I lean down to place a kiss on her neck when she whispers. “ I’m not wearing any underwear, remember” Her desperate lips pressed to my ears.

Trying to ignore her, I kiss her jawline before she whispers again, “I want you to be the first to cum inside me.”

That was enough begging for me. I lined myself up with her entrance and slowly pushed myself inside her.

Her body arched into mine. “Tell me how you feel”, I growled, trying not to cum before I even got to start.

“Good sir”, her lips parted slightly as she started to roll her hips.

The three orgasms I gave her before weren't enough.

I lean my body down. I can feel her throbbing clit on my pelvic bone. “So desperate for me, hmm,” I smile.

“I need you”, she whined, her whines sending sparks down to my dick.

I start to roll my hips, stimulating her clit as her wall throbs against my cock. I didn’t want to tell her, but this is my first time ever going bareback. The sensation is different. “You feel amazing, baby girl”, I grew.

I feel her breathing getting heavier and her moans getting louder. I feel my orgasm building up, ready to be released. I slow down my movements, savouring the sensation before it's gone. I let out a loud moan of pleasure as I finally reached my climax. I can feel the warmth of my release inside of her, and I can't help but smile in satisfaction. She follows suit, and I can feel the contractions of her body as she reaches her own peak. We stay there for a few moments, our bodies intertwined in a state of post-orgasmic bliss. We collapse in each other's arms, satisfied.

"I'm all yours," she said, her lips pressed to my ear.

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sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks · 5 months ago

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Beauty and brains.

Pairing: Garroth Ro’Meave x reader.

CW: a little nsfw but nothing to crazy.

A guard must stay on high alert at all times, So much can happen in the blink of an eye.

Sir Garroth devoted head guard of Phoenix Drop, a loving husband and soon-to-be father.

Y/n has always been proud to be by his side as his wife, he gave confidence like no other. It's hard to not feel safe around him. He moved like a striking cobra, swift and silent, intercepting the thief before anyone even noticed the danger, His eyes, sharp and alert, missed nothing. He stood with an air of quiet confidence, a reassuring presence in uncertain times.

As he arrives home from an all-day shift he calls his wife’s name in his deep sleepy voice.

Just as he began to call out for her here comes his very pregnant wife running downstairs like she isn’t. Causing him to quickly run up to her and grab her to stop her from going so fast.

“ oh my lord beauty, you cannot be doing that. what if you tripped? “ he asks in a worried tone. While slowly and gently pulling her to him until she’s close enough for him to bring her into a kiss.

“ I’m sorry dear, I’m just excited to see you” she expresses with a bright smile that lights up the whole room.

“ I know brains but you must be careful. That’s my wife you could accidentally trip” he whispered against her lips while running his hands up her and stopping to secure themselves on her hips, while hers a placed on his shoulders. They kiss each other so passionately that every kiss feels like heaven sent him an early look at what he will get for his work.

“Why don’t you change up and I’ll be up in a minute, I just have a few more things to finish” y/n states while pulling away. Garroth starts whining but that doesn’t stop y/n from pulling back and pushing him to go up the stairs and get ready for bed.

After some time y/n finally headed up for bed herself in perfect time too because Garroth had just finished cleaning himself up and putting his nighttime clothes on but I’d hardly call them clothes it’s a pair of clean work pants that he uses just for bed.

While Garroth lays down on the bed his wife undresses in front of him to change into her nightgown causing her husband to shoot right back up and reach his hand out to touch her leg but she has a plan to tease him and walks away leaving him laying at the end of the bed with his arm out still from his attempt at caressing her leg.

“ oh brains you kill me, I’m a tired man put In a world I do not understand please don’t make it harder for me” he begged it she ignored and put her gown on. Then turns herself to face him with this smug look on her face in exchange Garroth rolls his eyes and throws himself back to the top of the bed where he began left to just stare at the ceiling.

“ awe don’t be upset with me” she teased “ I didn’t mean to make you upset “

she began making her way up the bed and crawled up to him until she could rest her hips on his. bring her head down to kiss his right arm that is resting on his side and making her way up to his shoulder, neck then face.

“ Forgive me dear?” she asks for forgiveness. He lets go of a satisfactory moan he seems to have been holding back and nods silently. Y/n continues to kiss his neck and run her hand up and down his chest to his shoulder, while she is she feels a lumpy feeling in his shoulder towards his back. She sits up to feel it better and see what she is looking at.

“ oh wow this is a very big lump, how are you not in so much pain” she blurts out, slightly rubbing it.

“It's nothing my whole back is that way I do not focus on it even if it is painful to me I have no time to rid myself of it so I do not worry nor should you beauty,” she says running his hands up up her waist and resting on her arm. She looks at him with a sympathetic look on her face.

“ Turn around “ she commands him.

“What brains?” He questions but quickly it’s shut down with her demanding he turns around again and she sits her body up to attempt to turn him herself, thinking he complied quickly and turned around. Slowly she began running her hands up and down his back trying to find every lump and bump she could find.

She massages his back starting from the bottom and working her way up. She worked out years worth of notts in his back. After doing the hard part where he yelled and cried into the pillow in a very manly way he started to enjoy it.

“ alright, all done. you sir should have the loosest back of all of Phoenix drop” y/n says but all she gets in reply is a very comfortable-sounding moan.

“ if you think that feels good wait until you stand up” she whispers to her half-asleep husband and kisses him goodnight but Garroth being as clingy as he is sits up immediately and wraps his arms around her.

“ you can fall asleep without me Brains” he whispers in her ear in the most tired raw voice you can hear outta someone. Y/n hand grabbing Garroths and kissing it.

“ no I couldn’t dear,” she says back to him while pulling him to lay back with her, and when he does she turns to have her backside facing him allowing him to slip his hand under her bulging stomach to in his words “ hold both of his girls at once “.

#aphmau #garroth ro'meave #garroth ro'meave x reader #mcd garroth #minecraft diaries garroth #garroth x reader #aphmau garroth

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bornforastorm · 8 months ago

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night court 3 (cheers) 🙏🙏🙏🙏

night court 3 (cheers) a fic so barely formed, so hardly written..... but i will not rest until I force Sam and Diane into a marriage officiated by the honorable Harold T. Stone

a big ol' snip 4 u and for @bicolumbo who also requested this, because alas there really isn't enough of it yet to provide 2 snips

Bull leads in a willowy blonde woman who is huffing and stomping, pulling hard against Bull’s hold on her arm. Her clothes are wet and dirty, and her hair is laying in limp streaks over her face.

“Oo-ooh,” she whines, pushing her wet hair off her face and over her shoulder, “what do you know about it anyway!”

The object of her wet fling of hair saunters in next: a tall man, handsome, with his hands in his pockets and his eyes rolling to high heaven. He’s wet too. His boat shoes are squeaking on the courtroom floor.

“Diane,” he sighs wearily. "You're making it worse." The woman harrumphs and grinds to a halt in front of Harry’s bench, stamping her kitten heels.

“The people versus Sam Malone and Diane Chambers,” Mac drones into Harry’s ear, dropping the case file in front of him.

“Sam Malone?” Harry asks, looking between Mac and the file and the tall man in front of him, who does look familiar, now that he’s thinking about it. “Not the baseball player?”

“See!” Malone wheels on the woman, Diane, and puts a finger in her face. “People know me!”

“One skinny dweeb isn’t people, Sam,” she retorts, putting her nose proudly in the air.

“Okay, okay, cool it,” Harry interrupts, banging his gavel once. Malone and Chambers cut their arguing short and stand like children, polite and chided. “Thank you. Ma’am, I’d like to remind you that this skinny dweeb is a judge." Chambers nods and bows her head. "What's the case here? Dan? Where are you?��

“Here, sir.” A hand shows over Malone’s shoulder, and then Dan appears, hunching around Malone to sidle up to the bench. He remains bent over, looking miserable. “Uhm, the case at hand—“

“Dan?”

“Yes, sir?”

“Why are you six inches shorter?”

“Oh. Well. I’m not feeling well, remember?”

“Right." Harry looks him up and down, from his queasy face to his weak knees. "It seems like maybe you need to go home.”

“No, no! No need. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’ll be fine. The case at hand, sir, is that these two–” he gestures stiffly at Chambers and Malone– “got into a rather rowdy fight in Central Park. Mr. Malone here threw Ms. Chambers into the Bethesda fountain. At which point she pulled him in, and then, in trying to help them out, another six people were dragged into the fountain.” He points to a damp group of New Yorkers sitting in the front row of the gallery. They wave to Harry, and Harry waves back. “In the end, the entire group tumbled out of the fountain and into the lake. It caused quite a ruckus, as you can imagine.”

“We were supposed to be eloping!” Chambers says, her lower lip pouting prettily. “I thought it would be romantic. New York City in the spring.”

Harry perks up, his romantic sensibilities activated. “Eloping?”

Christine steps in to tamp him down and keep the case moving. “Your honor, my clients had a little lover’s spat, that’s all. That the rest of these people got involved is unfortunate but not criminal. There was no intent to harm here.”

Chambers’ sweet pout turns to sharp frustration. “Well, he tried to drown me!”

Harry’s jaw drops. “What? I thought you were eloping?”

“You gotta understand, your honor,” Malone leans on the bench. “I had to propose three times. I had to practically beg her—“

“I had to beg you!” Chambers protests, stamping her pretty little foot again.

Harry's confused. These are confusing people.

Malone barks, “Once we got that settled, it still wasn’t the end of it! We bought a house, right? Then she tried to make us sell it.”

“Sell it? Why?”

“Sir,” Dan groans, looking pale. “Can we cut to the chase? I’m not sure the ‘why’ is relevant.”

“I guess I’d just like to know, Mr. Prosecutor. If you don’t mind.”

Dan buries his head against the bench and waves the proceedings along with a limp hand.

Harry gestures to Malone, who explains, “She felt bad for the people who used to live there.”

“I got over it,” Chambers pouts.

“Sir–” Dan interrupts, weakly raising a hand.

“Right, she got over it," Malone allows. "Then, this marriage counselor had said we shouldn’t get married, and we were gonna show him, right? So, we come down here to have a change of scenery, get hitched, and have a weekend together, you know? Romantic.”

“Right!” Diane agrees.

“Right, so we came down–”

“I wanted to go to the Cape, of course, but Sam thought this would be better,” she says with a knowing look to Christine, like of course Christine would agree with her that Cape Cod was obviously a better place to elope than New York. Christine nods gravely. Diane gives a sad, dramatic sigh and says, "If we'd gone to the Cape--"

“Well, we didn’t, honey, did we?” Malone snips with a mix of patience and weary exasperation. “Anyway, so we get down here and–”

“Sir?” Dan says again, even weaker now. When Harry looks over, he’s looking almost green.

“Dan?”

“May I be excused? I’m gonna throw up,” he moans. And then he does. All over Sam Malone’s boat shoes.

#my writing #night court #cheers #literally that sam and diane don't end up together makes me want to kill someone

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jeonjcngkook · 4 years ago

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sundays are not a day for rest i see 🥵

↳ @bonsaijoons @joonni

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doctorstethoscope · 3 years ago

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A Direct Order (18+) || A. Hotch x Fem!Reader

Hello my loves! I hope those of you that had a long weekend were able to enjoy it :). Combining two similar requests for this one!

Submit your requests here!

from @all-hallows-reid (which has maybe deactivated?? I can’t find u bestie): How about fem!reader secretly dating Aaron (with a twelve year age gap). She takes a stupid risk and almost gets hurt. Suffice it to say he’s not happy, and punishes her accordingly on the jet or when they get home.

and from @mrandmrshotchner: Disobeying a direct order and Hotch punishing reader for it

I hope you both love this one!!

warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI. Sir kink, spanking, praise kink, degradation kink, penetrative sex.

wordcount: 2.2k

“I see the girl,” you whispered into your comms device from the back row of pews at a church in Mittburn, Iowa, nearly 200 miles away from where this child abduction case had started. “He’s concealing a hand behind her, could be a weapon,” you relayed to the team. The church was mostly empty, the service having ended. A few parishioners and the priest were still milling around, and your unsub, Phillip Rishi, was leading seven-year-old Abigail Torres to the altar.

“Agent, do not engage-- Rishi is devolving and we don’t know what he’ll do. Wait for backup.” You heard Hotch, although you wished you hadn’t.

Technically, you wouldn’t be breaking a rule if you got up and followed Rishi a little more closely-- and Aaron didn’t have eyes on you, anyways. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. So you slipped out of the pew, kept your head facing mournfully towards the ground, and knelt at the altar, Rishi and the girl to your left. He still had her in front of him, concealing her with his body-- so you couldn’t get a good look at her, to make sure she was okay. You made a half-assed attempt at praying, hoping you were fooling the people around you when you tilted your head at a flash of light-- Rishi had a knife, was tracing the planes of the young girl’s cheekbones, and she was crying.

You gasped, quickly diving across the altar and forcing Rishi off of Abigail. He thrashed as Abigail screamed and ran into the arms of the priest. You wrestled Rishi to the ground, pulling the knife out of his hand and tossing it out of his reach before cuffing him and reading him his Miranda rights.

As you stood back up, you turned around and noticed Hotch bursting through the door, his face making it perfectly clear that he had heard everything that had gone down through his comms. Oh, man. You were totally fucked.

Aaron asks if you’re okay, which you are, and then the two of you don’t speak. You don’t speak on the jet ride home, you don’t speak as you drive the FBI SUVs back to Quantico, and you don’t speak at the office before you leave for the night.

You last for all of an hour after leaving the office before you can’t take it anymore. You throw your go bag in your car and take off towards Aaron’s place, walking up to his door and knocking before you can talk yourself out of it. He looks surprised to see you, but doesn’t ask you to leave, which you take as a win.

“I’m here for my punishment,” you tell him as you slip past him into the apartment, and he rolls his eyes-- not his typical, “my young, playful, sexy girlfriend is driving me crazy” eye roll, but a genuinely disdainful “this young girl is too much to handle” kind of an eye roll. A pang of something you don’t recognize flashes in your chest-- guilt? Betrayal? You push it aside-- that wasn’t what you came here to do. “We’re not the couple that doesn’t talk. If you want to yell, you can yell, but we don’t shut each other out. That’s not us. So go ahead and get it out so we can move past it,” you attempt to sound cool and aloof, even if you are feeling a little vulnerable and desperate.

“You disobeyed a direct order,” Hotch says.

“I did,” you agreed.

“What, and you don’t even have an issue with it?” He asks you, his tone harsh.

“He had a weapon, Hotch. And it was drawn on a little girl. What was I supposed to do?” You shot back.

“You were supposed to wait for backup. We hadn’t profiled that he would hurt her,” he tells you, the strain of contained rage in his tone.

“Is that a chance you would have taken? Is it a chance you would have wanted someone to take if it was your son?”

“It’s not a chance I would have taken-- but I can’t take chances with you, either,” he admits, and his confession hangs in the air for a moment. You realize this is his way of telling you how much he cares about you-- walls too high to be truly vulnerable, he has to shroud his disclosure in an argument. “You could have been hurt,” he tells you.

“I could have,” you agreed. “But I’m here, with you, and I’m okay,” you remind him, stepping closer to him, taking his hands in your own to ground him, remind him that everything had turned out okay this time.

It takes a beat, but Aaron responds in kind, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you closer, and crushing his lips to yours in a searing kiss. You smile into the kiss, letting Aaron lead you backwards towards his bedroom as you wind your fingers in his hair, letting your forearms rest on his shoulders.

“Were you serious about your punishment?” Aaron asks, his voice somewhere between a whisper and a growl, and you smile.

“Yes, sir.”

You can feel the air shift in an instant, as Aaron sits at the edge of his bed. “Come on, then. Over my knee,” he tells you impatiently, and you feel a rush of warmth in your core as you move to comply. He stops you. “Pants off. Panties too,” he tells you, and you strip from the waist down before climbing across his lap. He lays his hand against your ass and you feel goosebumps form against his tender touch.

“I think five is fair-- do you think five is fair, angel?” He asks, pulling your head up by the hair so you can look him in the eye.

“Yes sir,” you agree-- he always asked before engaging in any sort of impact play, never wanted to give you more than you could handle, and you appreciated it-- even if five did seem like it would be a walk in the park.

He lands a swift spank against your bare ass cheek and you feel it flood your center almost immediately. “One. Thank you for my spanking, Sir,” you let out almost as if it were a reflex.

“Good girl,” he encourages you, rubbing at the tender flesh before his hand comes down against the opposite cheek.

“Two, thank you for punishing me, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, angel. Just a few more,” he encourages you, his sweet words a direct contrast to the sharp pain of his hand coming back down against you.

“Three, thank you Sir.”

“You belong to me, kitten. I need you to take good care of what’s mine, that’s all,” he reminds you with another spank.

“Four, thank you Sir. Thank you for taking good care of what’s yours,” you affirm, and he delivers your last spank.

“Five, thank you Sir,” you breathed out as your hips rocked, incredibly turned on before he had even truly touched you.

Aaron wrapped his arms around you, moving to hold you close for a moment. “There, sweet girl. I need you to help me to take good care of you-- you are very special. It’s my job to make sure nothing happens to you, but I need your help, okay?”

“Yes, sir,” you tell him, reaching out to hold his face in your hands.

“Good. Color?”

“Green, sir.”

He nods, permission granted to continue, shifting to help you off his lap and onto the bed. “Ass up, slut,” he commands gruffly, and by now you’re certain that you’re dripping down your thighs. You’d find out soon enough, you supposed, as you leaned onto your elbows and knees, raising yourself into a kneeling position, legs spread for Aaron. You heard, rather than saw, Aaron disrobing, which only added to your arousal.

You feel the mattress dip as Aaron pulls himself up behind you.

“Oh angel, you’re dripping. Nasty whore,” he smirks, sticking one finger inside of you, but withdrawing it immediately when you rolled against him. “Ah, ah.” he warns you. “Don’t try that again.”

So you hold still, as he pumps one and then two fingers in and out of you. You moan, cry out, beg for more-- but you don’t move.

“Sir, please,” you pant.

“You can move, sweet girl,” he grants you permission, and you start rocking your hips into his fingers immediately, wantonly, letting out a moan that makes Aaron’s cock twitch painfully. You shift your weight onto one elbow, moving one hand towards your center, which Aaron bats out of the way, slapping your swollen clit.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

“I said you could move. I didn’t say anything about touching, slut. Don’t make me tie you up, too.” He warns you.

Half of you hoped that he would, but you were already desperate to cum and you didn’t know how much more you could take. You doubled down on your thrusts into Aaron’s hand, whimpering and panting the whole way. Just as you were about to topple over the edge, Aaron pulled his hand out of you, and you whimpered.

“Sir,” you said weakly. You hadn’t been expecting that, and you wanted to cum so bad you thought you might cry.

“Ah ah. What do you say?” He asks.

“Thank you. Thank you for edging me, Sir,” you panted out, still coming down from your near-miss.

“That’s my good little whore,” he cooed out. “I want you to ask permission tonight, angel. Color?”

“Green, sir.” You affirmed. “I won’t cum until you give me permission.

“Good, angel, good,” he said, lazily rubbing at your clit, and you whimpered. You’d never come like this, but you’d get increasingly more frustrated. “And why do you need to wait for permission?’

“Because I’m Sir’s dirty little whore,” you moaned out, the words turning you on even more as you attempted to grind down on Aaron’s hand.

“That’s right, good girl,” he said, stepping away from you. “All fours, my love,” he tells you, and you roll up to your knees and elbows. You hear a foil wrapper tear, and without warning Aaron is stretching you. It feels delicious, makes you heady, and you cry out as he starts thrusting in and out of you.

“You make me feel so good, sweet girl. You’re such a good girl, taking me so well and making such pretty noises. Do I make you feel good?”

“Yes sir, you make me feel so good,” you affirm, the words coming out in a shaky breath. After a few moments, you feel the coil begin to wind up inside of you.

“Sir, may I please cum?” You ask.

“No, not yet.” He answers simply, like you’d asked him if it had started to rain, or if dinner was ready.

“Please, sir. Please, please let me cum,” you begged.

“Not. Yet,” he affirmed, leaning forward to paw at your clit, which caused you to cry out. “Are you going to thank me?” Aaron asks, but you’re too overwhelmed to understand the question. “Are you going to thank me when I make you come?” He asks.

“Yes, sir, please please make me come.”

“Go ahead, angel,” he tells you, and the rubber band snaps.

“Thank you sir, thank you, thank you, thank you,” you scream as you buck against him. He guides you through your orgasm, gently brings you back to reality once the pleasure has subsided, holding you gently and whispering words of encouragement in your ear.

“I have to clean you up, sweet girl. Is it okay if I get up, or do you need me to stay here a little while longer? It’s okay if you do. You did such an amazing job,” he assures you, and you nod.

“I’m okay, hon. Bring back water, please? And maybe some fruit snacks.”

He rolls his eyes at you, again, but it’s the endearing kind again, and you smile. The two of you would be okay.

After he cleans you up, you head to the bathroom to get ready for bed, and snuggle back into his arms as soon as you're back in bed.

“I was so scared, and I still had to be your boss, first, and I hate that,” Aaron tells you.

“I’m sorry, darling,” you tell him, shifting so that you’re facing him. “It’s something we should talk about-- me transferring.”

“That’s not what I meant. You’re not changing your career path for me,” he is quick to correct you.

“What did you mean, then?” You asked. Surely he wasn’t thinking of stepping down?

“Well, I was hoping… that you might want to tell the team about us? I don’t want to rush you, so if it’s a no, that’s fine and I won’t bring it up again. I understand the professional risks are--” you cut him off with a kiss.

“I only suggested it because I thought you wouldn’t want people to know.” You tell him.

“Why wouldn’t I want the team to know how much I love you?” He asks, and you smile. Yeah, the two of you would be okay.

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makeste · 3 years ago

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BnHA Chapter 322: IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor was all, “Kirishima please take Hagakure and Aoyama and put them away somewhere out of sight until we’re finally ready for the U.A. Traitor Plot.” Shouto was all “HEY DEKU DID IT EVER OCCUR TO YOU THAT MAYBE YOU WANDERING THE STREETS LOOKING LIKE A GOTH PRAYING MANTIS IS EXACTLY WHAT AFO WANTS.” Deku was all “I’M SORRY I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE SOUND OF MY CRUSHING MARTYR COMPLEX AND ACCUMULATED TRAUMA.” Mineta was all “HEY DEKU YOU SWEET THANG, IF I COULD REARRANGE THE ALPHABET I’D PUT ‘U’ AND ‘I’ TOGETHER, ANYWAYS HMU 💖”, or at least that’s what fandom apparently thought he said. Everyone was all “WELL SINCE WE’RE BACK HERE IN KAMINO WE SHOULD DO THE THING” and did the whole “launching someone into the air to save someone by dramatically grabbing their hand” thing that everybody fucking loves to do in Kamino so damn much. Iida was all “[bombards me and Deku with feels].” Deku was all, “ू(ʚ̴̶̷́ .̠ ʚ̴̶̷̥̀ ू).” I was all, “(;*△*;).” Horikoshi was all, “my work here is done.”

Today on BnHA:

oh my god.

so I finally went back to look at what I wrote up for 321 last week, and it’s a hot fucking mess lol, and I really don’t want to deal with that right now, so we’re just gonna skip it and go back sometime in the next few days or something because I really want to read the new chapter and I have no self control. I’M SORRY IIDA

oh my god he’s breaking out the narration word bubbles oh my god. shit is about to get epic isn’t it

has there ever been a chapter that opened with these that WASN’T epic? serious question. anyways all aboard the Feels Express I guess

YEP

I saved a bunch of other crying kaomojis when I was looking for ones to use in the “previously on” summary, and right now it’s looking like that was a good fucking decision you guys. if I’m going to be an emotional wreck I might as well do it in style ʕ ಡ ﹏ ಡ ʔ

AND BY THE WAY!!

SHOULD I JUST THANK HORIKOSHI NOW AND SAVE MYSELF SOME TIME LATER. THE MAN ALWAYS FUCKING DELIVERS WHAT ELSE CAN I FUCKING SAY GODDAMN. IS IT TOO EARLY TO DECLARE THIS MY NEW FAVORITE CHAPTER? I SHOULD PROBABLY READ FURTHER THAN ONE PAGE BUT I’VE JUST GOT A FEELING

(ETA: it’s like. maybe my second favorite lol. A HUG WOULD HAVE PUT IT IN FIRST, I’M JUST SAYING.)

anyway so Ochako is releasing Iida, which is actually hilarious, because idk if you all know this but Iida can’t fucking fly you guys

like, I assume Ochako released him because she already knew that Kirishima was in place to catch him, but I really love this split-second of panic on Iida’s part where he’s all “HMM, IS OCHAKO TRYING TO KILL ME, ACTUALLY”

LOL THERE’S A THOOM AND EVERYTHING

that’s some plus fucking ultra on Ochako’s part right there. “IF THEY DIE THEY DIE” goddamn girl did you leave your chill in the same locker as Momo or what

now poor Kiri is all “DAMMIT DEKU ARE YOU PASSED OUT OR WHAT, I DIDN’T GET TO TELL YOU MY THING GODDAMMIT”

oh my gosh he is curled up so small you guys oh my fucking lord

RESIDUAL “LOST CHILD” FEELS FROM LAST WEEK COMING IN FOR A LANDING!! PLEASE MAKE SURE YOUR SEATBACKS AND TRAY TABLES ARE IN THEIR UPRIGHT POSITIONS OMG ( ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ ₍₎ ˚͈͈͈͈̥̆ )

LMAO IIDA IS TRYING TO CONFIRM THAT OCHAKO PLANNED FOR KIRISHIMA TO CATCH HIM, AND KIRISHIMA IS ALL “NOPE I’M JUST HERE BY CHANCE BRO”

Ochako is the U.A. Traitor confirmed. Hagakure I am so sorry I doubted you. Ochako get over here. so are you Toga now or what

anyway so now everyone is running over before Iida can react to this casual announcement of his attempted murder. and now Mina is taking her turn, and Horikoshi is all “HEY BTW IS MINA CRYING ON THE LIST OF THINGS THAT MAKE YOU CRY?” and of fucking course it is, you bastard. I’m not made of stone

( ɵ̥̥ ˑ̫ ɵ̥̥)

SLDKFJLSDKJ:LKWEJ

IS THIS THE PART WHERE I JUST START SCREAMING INCOHERENTLY FOR THE REST OF THE CHAPTER LOL. SURE FEELS LIKE WE ARE GETTING TO THAT TIME

OH MY GOD KACCHAN AHHHHH

I CAN’T OMG LOL I ALREADY GLANCED AT THE NEXT COUPLE OF PANELS, AND HE’S STARTING A WHOLEASS MONOLOGUE ABOUT ALL OF HIS DEKU FEELS AND OH MY GOD

“HERE YOU GO MAKESTE, A WHOLE CHAPTER OF ALL YOUR FAVORITE META TOPICS JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE THEM” THANK YOU HORIKOSHI YOU’RE A BRO (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ

SLKASODIFALWKFLKJ

THEY’RE JUST DEKU AND KACCHAN. holy shit you guys. because oh my god, but it’s like when Deku was talking to the Vestiges about saving Tomura, and he turned into his little child self because his heart and intentions were so pure?? and it’s like that again, except that we’re seeing them as their child selves because that’s who they are to each other?? like, not that they actually see each other as children, but just, they can see past all of the stuff on the outside and see each other to their cores, to who they are inside, and when they look at each other they each simply see the other boy that they’ve known their whole entire life. idk?? does that make sense??? DOES ANY OF THIS EVEN MAKE SENSE I DON’T KNOW WHAT WORDS ARE ANYMORE I’M JUST SWIMMING IN FEELS OKAY. I’M TRYING HERE

they’re just boys, is what I’m trying to say, I guess. just Deku and Kacchan. all the walls are down, all the gaps are bridged, and all it is is the one boy reaching out and connecting with the other, and just,,, (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)

OH MY GOD [GRABBING YOUR SHOULDERS AND POINTING WORDLESSLY] !!!1LK1

DO YOU ALL KNOW WHAT THIS IS YOU GUYS

HOW PERFECTLY FUCKING RAD. WELL LET ME JUST ENJOY THESE LAST FEW SECONDS BEFORE MY LIFE IS FOREVER CHANGED, I GUESS

GOD

CAN HE EVEN SAY THAT??? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL??? IS HE EVEN FUCKING ALLOWED TO SAY THAT. WHAT IS HAPPENING

OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

─=≡Σ((( つ ◕o◕ )つ

GET IN HERE, EVERYONE!!

Y’ALL HE REALLY DID IT. “BAKUGOU IS SUCH AN ASSHOLE HE HASN’T EVEN APOLOGIZED” WELL GUESS FUCKING WHAT. GUESS FUCKING WHAT, YOU GUYS!! LET’S FUCKING GOOOOO ((((／￣∇￣)／＼(￣∇￣＼)))) AHHHHHHHHHH

OHHHHHHHH

HEH. I’M ALREADY DEAD, HORIKOSHI, YOU BASTARD. DO YOUR WORST. GO ON

YOU CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON “US”, HE SAYS. ALONG WITH A BUNCH OF OTHER STUFF OMG. KACCHAN, YOU STUDIED!! YOU UNDERSTAND!! PREACH!!

OH NO!!

OH WAIT!!!!

LOL I GOT SCARED THERE FOR A SECOND BUT ANYWAY! EVERYONE GET IN HERE!!! GROUP HUG!!! OR WAIT, NO, WHAT ABOUT -- [GRABS YOUR COLLAR URGENTLY] YOU DON’T THINK -- COULD THEY POSSIBLY -- !!!!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ARE YOU GONNA HUG!??!?!?!?! I AM NOT OKAY!!!!!!! !!!hgk

REACTION PANELS LOL EVERYONE ELSE IS ON THE EDGE OF THEIR SEATS TOO WE’RE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER

LOL OCHAKO

I KNOW THAT IN REALITY THIS FACE IS JUST BECAUSE SHE’S CONCERNED ABOUT DEKU’S FRAGILE STATE RN, BUT I KEEP THINKING ABOUT THE WAY SHE JUST DROPPED IIDA COLD THOUGH, AND I CAN’T HELP BUT FEAR FOR KACCHAN’S SAFETY LMAO. THAT FEELING WHEN THE CLASS PERV AND THE CLASS BULLY BOTH BEAT YOU TO THE LOVE CONFESSION. KACCHAN WATCH YOUR SIX

OKAY BUT LOOK, IT’S NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE ALL OF THE OTHER KIDS, OKAY, BUT CAN WE PLEASE!??!?! HELLO?!?!? MOMO, JUST -- COULD YOU JUST FOR A MINUTE --

NOOOOOOOOOOO

“DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT, I HAVE TO SAVE SOMETHING FOR THE FINALE” HORIKOSHI YOU BETTER WATCH OUT, I’M COMING FOR YOU WITH A TWO BY FOUR!! NOT THAT I’M UNGRATEFUL!! BUT JESUS CHRIST, YOU CAN’T JUST DO THAT, AND THEN ALMOST DO THAT, AND THEN NOT!! OMG I HATE YOU

sure let’s cut to Thirteen then, yay. I mean I’m glad they’re alive lol, don’t get me wrong

(ETA: I think that might have sounded a bit sarcastic so I just want to clarify that I really am happy Thirteen is alive and on the job again lol.)

it’s just that if your name doesn’t begin with Baku or Deku I honestly am not interested for just these next five minutes okay lol. like I’m just gonna be completely honest. I am too invested lol, please, they were having a moment, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS PLEASE

OH DAMN U.A. GOT SWOLE AF

THIS SCHOOL HAS BEEN JUICING WTF. I THOUGHT YOU WERE TARTARUS LOL

I’m literally not even reading the speech bubbles though omg I’m so sorry. I really hope there is not a quiz, I promise I will come back to it later scroll scroll scroll

okay so they brought him back to U.A. and he’s all tired and out of it yes

oh goody Hagakure knows all about the security system

(ETA: is it just me or is Horikoshi really laying it on thick with the hints about these two guys lately? I’m on to you sir.)

THAT’S WONDERFUL NEWS. GLAD THIS CRITICAL KNOWLEDGE IS SAFE IN THE HANDS OF THE PEOPLE THAT WE TRUST

ffs Deku

WHAT WILL IT EVEN TAKE TO CONVINCE YOU THEN?? SWEET JESUS

-- holy shit, what??!

they know?? how did they find out??! holy shit???

I’m about to cancel the whole of Japan lmao. fucking try me dudes

-- THE PRINCIPAL!?

NEZU GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!! WHAT THE FUCK

“a ticking time bomb” tell you what, this man is just asking to be punched in the face. literally begging for it omg

(ETA: I have been advised that I misread this part; Rat Principal told everyone how safe U.A. was, but he’s not the one who ratted out Deku; that was “the rumors”, apparently. which, if I had to guess, were probably started by AFO.)

oh I see, so it’s to be Feels, Part II then

he looks so sad and tired and lonely and she goes right for the hand, god bless. though if Kacchan’s not gonna hug him, you’d think someone would at least. or is it because he still smells bad. hmm

AND THE CHAPTER’S ENDING ON HER LOL WELL OKAY THEN

I MEAN IT’S GREAT AND ALL, I LOVE OCHAKO REALLY I DO, BUT WE WERE PROMISED GREAT EXPLOSION MURDER GODS, WHAT GIVES SOB. I WAS ALL READY TO BREAK OUT INTO SONG AND EVERYTHING. SURE, HE DID THE APOLOGY, BUT WHERE IS THE FOLLOW-UP GODDAMMIT

(ETA: just to clarify the reason for my rambling here, I was really waiting for the hero name reveal and the presumed deeper meaning behind it lol. but I guess that is a conversation still to come! and we still need Deku’s response to the apology too for that matter. lots to look forward to still.)

WELL WHATEVER, SO THAT IS THE END OF THE CHAPTER! SHOUT OUT TO MY BOY RAT “LET ME JUST TELL EVERYONE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD ABOUT DEKU’S SUPER SECRET IDENTITY, I GUESS THAT’S ALL RIGHT NOW, NOTHING BAD COULD POSSIBLY COME OF THIS” PRINCIPAL. listen here you little shit

anyway but if you’ll excuse me... IF I COULD TURN BACK TIME. IF I COULD FIND A WAY. I’D TAKE BACK THOSE WORDS THAT HAVE HURT YOU, AND YOU’D STAY. I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THE THINGS I DID. I DON’T KNOW WHY I SAID THE THINGS I SAID. PRIDE’S LIKE A KNIFE, IT CAN CUT DEEP INSIDE. WORDS ARE LIKE WEAPONS, THEY WOUND SOMETIMES. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T REALLY MEAN TO HURT YOU. BUM~ BUM~ BUM~, I DIDN’T WANNA SEE YOU GO. I KNOW I MADE YOU CRY, BUT BABAY, IF I COULD TUUUUURN BACK TIIIIIIIIIIIME...

#bnha 322 #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakudeku #uraraka ochako #class 1-a #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #IF I COULD REACH THE STARS #I'D GIVE THEM ALL TO YOU #IF I COULD TURN BACK TIIIIIIIIME

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red-writes · 3 years ago

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soft yan! shinsou x chubby! reader

summary: you keep receiving these letters in your mailbox from an unknown person, somehow you find yourself slowly falling for the creepy admirer until one day they decide to reveal themselves to you in the worst way possible—by looming over you while you sleep.

warnings: yandere behavior, insecurities, light smut.

Boo’s note: hi okay, this is dedicated to the annie that asked me for a shinsou fic, tbh I didn’t really know what to make it about bc u didn’t specify but here I hope you like it *^* uhh it’s also unedited im sorrrrry

Everyday at 7:00 am, the mailman drops off mail. Everyday at 7:10 am you’re rushing downstairs after stuffing half a bagel in your mouth to retrieve the stack of envelopes from the mailbox. The letters started appearing a month ago, pretty purple envelopes sealed with a cat sticker were amongst your mail everyday. You picked out the purple one and dropped the other unimportant, plain white envelopes on the coffee table. You took a seat on the couch and hurriedly opened it up.

My dearest love,

Last night I had a dream about you. You’re perfect face was smiling at me, you called my name and even held your hand out to me. You were so perfect I woke up crying. The more time that passes, the more I find myself falling deeper and deeper in the never-ending ocean that is you. So deep, so warm, comforting and gentle. Do you think that maybe one day, we could be happy together? That we could live a life together somewhere peaceful where you have me and I have you and that’s it. To me, that sounds like heaven, a world where the only person I only ever see is you. You’re my everything, my reason to live, to breathe and to continue living in this grueling world. I hope the rest of your day is good, I hope you enjoy yourself at the party.

xoxo,

shin.

After reading you couldn’t help the hard pounding of your heart, it was unusual yes, but you found his fondness for you quite endearing. You clutched the letter and held it to your chest. While it was strikingly odd that he knew about tonight’s party, you didn’t mind. Up until now shin had been harmless, never saying or doing anything too weird or creepy, nothing to warrant you to visit the local police station. You refolded the letter and tucked it back inside of the envelope. Instead of mulling over small details, you needed to find something to put on tonight!

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived. It was a charity event for the company you worked for, everyone from the hero deku to chargebolt was in attendance. Big parties like this were not your scene but you had to go, your boss invited you personally and you didn’t want to let him down. You took a drink off of one of the tables and made your way to a less crowded corner of the room. You took rare sips of your champagne as you sighed. This place was definitely not your scene.

“You look fabulous tonight” you hear from beside you, you’re quick to turn your head and your eyes lay upon none other than the mind-jacking hero, Shinsou!

You’re quick to bow, “ah! Mr.shinsou, sir, it’s an honor to meet you” you greet and he’s chuckling softly.

“Hey now, don’t worry about being too formal with me” he says, voice gentle as he rests a hand on your shoulder. Your face is burning, he told you that you looked nice! The number five hero just complimented you!

“Thank-thank you” you say and quickly take another sip of your drink to try and calm your nerves, “you look nice as well”

He gives you a genuine smile, “you’re so sweet”

You can hardly breathe right now, Shinsou first told you that you looked nice and now he was calling you sweet? Was this your lucky day or something?

“Well Shinsou I-”

“Oh! Hitoshi, I’ve been looking for you man!”

Chargebolt walked over to where the two of you were standing and wrapped his arm around Shinsou’s neck. He began pulling him away, going on about how ground zero almost slapped one of the patrons. Shinsou turned to wave goodbye to you and you did the same. Once he was out of sight you released a breathe you hadn’t know you’d been holding in. Tonight felt like a dream, you really didn’t want to wake up from it.

“y/n! There you are, I need to you take pictures of me and some of our guests!” Your boss yells and you’re sighing, downing the rest of your drink before you rest it on a neighboring table.

“Coming sir!”

well maybe you were ready to wake up from it now.

The next day at the same time you retrieved your mail, you’d shuffled through it several times and yet you hadn’t found that signature purple envelope. The day after that and even the day after that one there was no letter for you in the mail. It stung. Maybe they’d lost interest in you? Maybe they decided that you weren’t good enough after all?

The sixth day after receiving no letter you’d decided to give up, it wasn’t like you knew this was going to happen. You threw yourself onto your bed as soon as you got out the shower. You’d been doing poorly at work lately, your mind too busy focusing on those purple envelopes rather than the stack of paper work in front of you. You pulled the sheets up to your chin and shut your eyes, praying that you wouldn’t dream of that person or their kind words.

There was an odd sensation you got, it felt like cold air was hitting your body. Were you still dreaming? You didn’t leave your window open. Your eyes fluttered open, your vision still slightly blurry as you came to. Your sat up and rubbed your eyes. From the corner of your eye you saw a figure standing there. Fear that laid dormant until now began to unfurl itself in your gut, you slowly turned your head to face it and there he was.

“M-mr.Shinsou?!” You whisper yelled, he gave you a soft smile and held his hands up in front of him.

“You caught me” he says and begins walking towards you, you’re scurrying away from him on the bed.

“Why- why are you here?!” you hold the sheet up in front of you like a shield.

“I felt guilty about not sending letters for so long..I made you sad and I couldn’t forgive myself for that so I came to make it up to you” he explains and your still sleep filled mind was struggling trying to comprehend his words.

“Letters..you’re the one who has been sending me all of those letters?” You ask and he nods, he takes a seat on the edge of your bed and that familiar pounding of your heart is back. It was him, the person you’d been longing for, for so long now.

“Mhm, everything I said in those letters were true as well, how beautiful I think you are, how addicting your personality is, how absolutely sinful I think your body is..” he whispers and you feel air caught in your throat. Shinsou inches closer and closer to you and in a flash of purple he pins you underneath him.

“Mr.Shinsou..-”

“Hitoshi, call me Hitoshi” he corrects.

His head slowly lowers until his face is millimeters from yours, his breath is hot against your lips and you can’t help but shut your eyes, you’d been wanting this- wanting him for such a long time now. Shinsou’s lips press gently against yours and you find yourself kissing back, your lips move in a glorious synchronous. The kiss was one of passion and hunger; proof that the two of you had been longing for the other. You pulled away from him, lungs grateful for the ability to breathe again.

“Hitoshi..” you whisper and Shinsou sucks in a breath before his hands move downwards to pull at the hem of your night gown.

“Can I?” He asks and you find yourself nodding. The number five hero, the man who has been stalking you, sending you letters that if you were anyone else would find creepy, the man you’d fallen for…

You raised your arms in the air as he slowly began lifting the sheer cloth off of you revealing your nude body to him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment, your arms folded to cover your exposed chest.

“Y-you might be disillusioned after seeing me completely naked..if you regret choosing me to give your heart to, I don’t blame you” you shyly confess and Shinsou’s eyes widen.

“I could never, I've merely dreamt about this day every night for months on end...you are the most beautiful person I've had the pleasure of laying eyes upon.” He says, his hands gently pry your arms away from your body and you can feel hot tears well up in your eyes as he lays you back against the soft blankets.

His lips are soft as they press themselves against every bit of exposed skin, his kisses don't shy away from stretch marks or any of your other insecurities. A warm, heated feeling that blossoms in your chest.

Love? Desire? Serendipity?

It felt like all three combined into one big ball of sentiment.

His hands gently massaged your breasts evoking soft mewls of his name from you. His hands slivered downwards to grope the flesh of your stomach.

“Soft beautiful...” he mumbles, his hands move even further downwards and cup the warmth between your legs. The feeling of his hand directly against you has your legs spreading, giving yourself completely to him. His fingers gently rub circles at your clit, your hips stutter up into his touch, moans and whimpers tumble out of your mouth dumbly. The situation you've been so eager for, for so long was finally upon you.

Your back arches off the mattress as he slides a slim finger inside of you, the sensation feels much fuller than your own fingers do. You beg him to go faster, add more and make you feel better than you have ever before and he's shushing your lust filled ramblings with a kiss.

“I need to savor this moment, I won’t get many more like this” he expresses and your concern is evident on your face but he doesn't allow you to ponder on his words. He adds in another finger and curls them upwards, pressing them against the spongy sweet spot, his head ducks down and his lips wrap firmly around your clit and suck on the aching bud. Your eyes roll back into your head and your body shakes, unable to handle to the newfound euphoria.

“Ah- shinsou! I’ll- cumming!” your cunt spasms around his fingers as your orgasm hits you, you grip onto the sheets around you as your thighs shake.

“You look so pretty like this, so so pretty” he compliments, before you know it your eyes are involuntarily fluttering shut. You're scared, panic fills you at the thought of him not being here when you wake up, you don't want this to be another fever dream.

When you awake the next morning you feel heavy. Your body slumped with the exhaustion of the previous nights activities. You're eyes widen as your hand feels around the bed, your fingers bump into the heat of another body and there is. The yellow halo from the sun is cast over his head as his chest rises and falls.

You scoot in close enough so that your noses are just barely touching. His eyes begin creaking open and purple gems meet your own.

“Good morning”

“Morning..”

Questions about what he meant last night could wait…you wanted spend your time right now loving him.

#boo writes 👻#shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou x reader smut #shinsou smut #yandere shinsou #yandere shinso x reader #yandere shinso hitoshi #yandere shinsou x reader smut #yandere shinsou x chubby reader #yandere shinsou x chubby reader smut #yandere bnha #yandere mha

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voxmortuus · 3 years ago

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Consequences

PAIRING: Dom!Hannibal x Sub!Fem!Reader(they have a relationship)

UNIVERSE: Hannibal

WORDS: 2K

SUMMARY/PROMPT: Prompt from @coraline-scarlet: Ok ok, listen, Hannibal punish the reader for being a brat by teasing him all day, daddy kink, degradation, asphyxia kink, begging kink, bondage and suspension kink, impact/spanking play, hand kink, nipple play, and orgasm denial. (If it is not too much aftercare I will understand if u don't wanna write this for not feeling comfortable with something :)

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Today was one thing after another with your attitude. Brat didn't even begin to cover it, but at the same time, that's precisely what it was. Brat mode was on full blast today. Between being super picky, not doing as you were told, to just being an all-over pain in Hannibal's ass. But you were doing it for a reason. You wanted him to get worked up, you wanted to test his patience, and you wanted him to correct you. You loved pushing his buttons because he always had the best follow-through. On top of being a brat, you had been teasing him all day. Using clothing and suggestive body language to get further under his skin.

"You have to go get ready for dinner. I would like to have dinner on the table by 6:45 at the latest." He stated.

With a smirk and a slightly exaggerated sway of your hips, you stood up, bending over, pressing your breasts together, kissing his cheek you smirk. "Yes, Daddy." Heading for the stairs, you make your way to the bedroom and throw on nothing but a mesh dress and make your way downstairs. Standing in the kitchen, you smirk and look at him. "Will this work for dinner?" You knew exactly what you were doing.

He clenched his jaw and looked over you; licking his lips, he put down his knife and shook his head. "Go get changed."

"No. I want to wear this."

"That is not dinner-appropriate."

"Then maybe have me for dinner." you taunt.

After he turns off the stove and oven, he walks over to you and grabs your wrist and looks you in the eyes, and shakes his head. "You haven't deserved that." He sneers.

He shakes his head, and with a firm grip on your wrist, he brings you to the back of the house. You knew exactly what this meant, and you couldn't help but mentally giggle like a little girl. As you trailed behind him as he dragged you by your wrist, forcing you to keep up with him, he turns and closes the door behind you. Looking up at him, you give him this devious grin. He looks over your face and shakes his head.

With his grip still firm on your wrists, he places you in the middle of the room. "Strip down. Fold your clothes neatly, lay them on the table." He tells you, his tone stern.

Nodding your head, you do just as you were told. You strip down, fold them neatly, and lay them on the table. You move back to standing in front of him, your hands at your side, and look over his face. Licking your bottom lip slightly, you bite on it. Taking in a deep breath, you watch as he moves to grab red silk rope.

You watch his hands closely and with great intent as he starts to wrap the rope around you, tying knots and intricately placing the silk against your skin. You watch as his fingers move in specific ways. You've always loved his hands, how they moved, how they would cut, grip, grasp, glide, how each little fiber moved. You were always watching them day in and day out. The rope felt good; it was tight, yet not too snug that it was uncomfortable. Once he had you bound in a way that you could not fuss about, he decided to reach up and grab the hooks above and grabbed a small remote; pressing the button, you start lifting off the ground just enough to become eye to eye with Hannibal.

Looking over his work, noting the rope that was strategically placed started to do its job. But the pressure of it all felt just right; he always knew just what to do and how to do it. Walking around, he grabbed a few things. After a few moments, Hannibal approaches you and looks you in the eyes before clamping your nipples. The pinch and sudden shock of slight pain gave you goose flesh.

With a riding crop in hand, he reached behind you and placed it against the flesh of your backside. Looking over your face, and leans in and gives you a whack, the sting caused your body to jerk, and you let out a soft whimper.

"Do you know why I am doing this?" He asked you.

Whack!

"Because I was sassy." Your tone was breathy.

Whack!

"And, why else?"

Whack!

"And because I didn't listen." You let out another breathy response.

Whack!

"And?"

Whack!

"Because I was teasing." You had a slight moan in your voice.

Whack!

"Exactly."

Whack!

"And you were a naughty brat." He added.

Whack!

With each whack, your body quivered, your body shivered, the gooseflesh on your skin caused the clamps on your nipples to tighten, which caused your pussy to convulse mildly. Biting your lip, you watch as Hannibal moves away from you. Noticing your body's reaction, he smirks.

"You're a little pain slut aren't you?" He smirks.

WHACK!

"Yes." You reply, biting your lip. You loved when he got like this.

WHACK!

"Yes, what slut? Look at this. You're all wet like a needy little whore." His tone was more intense.

WHACK!

"Yes, Daddy." You whimper.

WHACK!

"Oh, try again."

WHACK!

"Yes, Sir." You correct yourself.

WHACK!

"That's a good whore."

WHACK!

He moves, feeling how wet you had become during this time and 14 whacks later. He licks his lip and shakes his head. Looking over your body, he feels himself get excited, watching your cunt drip because of his actions, watching you quiver to his words, watching you react like this was something he always enjoyed.

"Now look at this, you're a dripping wet needy little whore who can't seem to grasp the idea of being well mannered and doing as she's told." He points out with a smirk on his face.

"Yes, Sir. I am a needy whore. But only for you."

He walks around you and grips at your throat, his fingers molding around your neck in a tight grip before he shakes his head. "I didn't ask you to talk whore." He adds.

You lick your lips, feeling the tight grip on your throat. Looking over your face, Hannibal tilts his head and licks his lips a moment, and moves to grab another hook, hooking you, so you are now vertical and lowers you. He undoes his belt and unzips his pants, and releases his erect cock, and with a firm grip around your throat from above, his fingers crossing over your windpipe, his grip firm, he pulls you forward, and you take his cock into your mouth.

With a whimper and a soft moan, you take him into your mouth willingly. Your tongue flat against the bottom of his cock, as he shoves himself further and deeper into your mouth, pushing past your gag reflex. You jerk your body, but his grip around your neck becomes tighter, holding you in place as he thrusts into your mouth, pushing himself further down your throat until your face is flush with his body.

You feel yourself tighten between your legs, you feel your body tremble and your nipples tingle, you feel yourself getting wetter as he uses your mouth to please himself.

"Such a good whore." He groans. "Such a mindless slut. My warm fuckhole." He groans again as he thrusts harder into you.

Using your suspension to his advantage, his grip on your throat firm as he uses you. Moving your entire body back and forth, slamming his cock into your throat harder, he feels himself coming close to a finish, but he wasn't ready just yet.

Moving behind you, he spreads your legs further and shoves his throbbing cock into your dripping wet cunt, and begins to thrust deep into you. You let out a gasp and a loud moan as he grips at your waist tightly, his fingers driving into your skin pressing against your hips.

The harder he thrusts into you, the more you whimper, the louder you moan, and the more you want to be that mindless whore for him. As he pushes into you, your body tenses around his cock, feeling every inch.

"Oh Sir, you feel so good." You whimper.

"Tell me how good my cock feels, whore." He growls.

"Oh Sir, your cock is perfect. It feels so amazing, your cock is my favorite, Sir. I love how your cock fills me." You whine as he thrusts harder into you. Your words turning him on even more. Pushing him to get rougher with you. As he uses your body, he feels himself getting closer.

"You want my cum whore?" He asks you.

"Oh yes, Sir."

"Beg for it. Beg for me to fill your cunt whore." He growls as he slams his cock into you harder.

"Please, Sir, please cum in me, fill my holes. Use me as your cum dump. Use my whore holes for your pleasure, Sir. Cum in me, please. Please, Sir. cum for me. Can I cum too Sir? Please? Please can I cum with you?" You beg.

"No, no, you cannot. This isn't for you. Whore's don't get to cum."

"Please, Sir. Please. Cum in my cunt, Sir. Cum deep inside me." You beg more.

That begging was enough to send him over the edge. With a loud growl, he slams his cock deep inside you, holding you close flush against his skin as he cums inside you. You let out a scream as your body shakes, wanting to finish; you were so close, but like a good girl, you kept yourself from a finish as hard as it was.

He slowly pulls from you, and his fluids drip from you- he smirks watching, a moment as he begins to untie you and catches you in his arms as you slowly start to tremble, falling to the floor. Picking you up, he looks over you and smiles. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses you softly.

"Such a good girl. You did so well, I am so proud of you." He smiles, kissing you softly again.

"Thank you, Daddy." You whisper softly, resting your head against his shoulder looking over his face.

He carries you up the stairs and starts a hot bath. Stripping down, he climbs in with you. You reach forward and hand him some bubble bath, and he adds it in for you. Leaning back against him, you close your eyes, resting as he begins washing you. His strokes careful, delicate, and caring. Paying attention to every little detail, every curve, and every inch of you, wiping your back, your legs, and your breasts. You watch his hands; you lean against him and smile.

When he finishes bathing you, he holds you close. Taking his hand in yours, your fingers trace over his hand, and you kiss each fingertip; smiling softly, you begin to hum softly.

"Daddy?" You ask.

"Yes, Sweetheart?"

"I'm hungry."

"Okay, Sweetheart. Let's go find something to eat shall we?" He chuckles.

Getting out of the tub, he lifts you out of the tub and dries you off, sticking you in your favorite nightshirt and your favorite fluffy robe. He holds you close, drying off your hair and brushing your hair. He smiles, getting himself dressed, and heads downstairs with your hand in his. Once you get to the bottom of the stairs, he reaches around the corner and hands you your stuffed teddy bear, and makes his way to the kitchen.

You climb onto the stool and sit at the counter, watching him work a moment. "What do you want, Sweetheart?" He askes you with a smile on his face.

"A grilled cheese and tomato soup." You smile wide, holding onto your stuffy.

Nodding his head, he smiles. "Coming right up." He grins as he hands you a cup of juice. "Two hands, you don't want to spill." He smirks. Nodding your head, you take a sip and smile, wiggling about in the chair, holding onto your stuffie as you place the cup down on the counter.

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imaslutforremusandsirius · 4 years ago

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hi i saw your requests were open and i love your writing so i just had to submit something! could i request something with all three of the boys? maybe the boys didn’t let her cum the night before for no reason (just for their fun lol) and she’s annoyed with them the whole day and decides not to speak with them? the rest is up to u hehe

Don‘t pout

Thank you sm! And thank you for requesting :)

Yo this is filth🗣 but what else is new

Warning: 18+

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You had been ignoring your doms all day, not even sparing them a look when they greeted you in the morning. The second Sirius sat down next to you in potions you went so far as to getting up and looking for a different group to work with.

“What the fuck was that little stunt?” He yelled at you when he caught you alone in the classromm.

“What do you mean?” You responded, raising your brow. “I didn’t do anything.”

You damn well knew what he meant, but you were too angry to care.

“Oh so you wanna be a brat? Is that it?” Sirius raged, “Alright. You know I like to make you beg.”

“And apparently you like not letting me cum after edging me the whole night! Who does that!”

Sirius went silent at that, before he forcefully stood up from his chair and backed you against a wall.

“You keep forgetting that we can do whatever we want sweetheart” His voice was low, dangerously so. That’s how you knew that he wasn’t playing around. “So if you know what’s good for you, you shut up and take it. Do you understand?”

You gulped, not wanting to anger him more. Without the other boys here he would have no one to ground him and your punishment would be really unpleasant. You might like pain, but not as much as James, which is why Sirius let his more extreme fantasies out on his friend, not you.

“Yes, Sir.”

He sneered at you one last time before he pushed himself off the wall and left the classroom.

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The was a tradition you and your boyfriends had for the past year. All of you would always fall asleep in one bed, every night. It was a way to show, that no matter what happend during the day, at night you would lay your differences aside and enjoy your close proximity.

But you were still pissed and not ready to blindly follow their rules. If you were to sleep in their dorm tonight, you would definitely lose your cool and explode, which is why you stayed in your room. It was already well passed midnight when you noticed that you had left your wand on the couch in the common room.

„Oh come on“ you whined quietly and pulled your hair in annoyance. „Fucking wand.“

Getting up as slow as possible you slipped out of the room and tip toed your way down to the couches. When you nearly reached them you heard low voices and you peaked around the corner.

You boyfriends were curled up around each other around the fireplace, conversing softly. You could faintly make out Remus‘ face and James‘ head resting on his shoulder. Sirius‘ back was facing you. Remus had something in his hand and was twirling it around. Your wand.

„Fucking shit“ you whispered and decided to just turn around and get it in the morning when you heard Remus speak.

„Get over here, I can smell you, you know.“

Your banged your head against the wall in anger for your carelessness. Of course Remus would know! Stepping away from the wall you squared your shoulders and held your head up high. Walking over to them you stopped a meter or so away and held out your hand.

„My wand, please.“

Wiggling your fingers impatiently you waited, growing angrier by the second when the boys only laughed at you.

„My wand, please.“ Remus mocked and gave you a smirk. „Is that all you have to say?“

„Remus, give me my fucking-“

Your voice cut off with a painful gasp as James pulled you down by your wrist, your knees banging on the floor. Letting go of your wrist he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer, his nose touching yours.

„We haven‘t been around for one day and you already think that you can just do as you please?“

„James-“

He squeezed harder, nails slightly digging in and you winced at the pinching sensation.

„That is not my name.“

You shut your mouth in irritation and glared back at him, not backing down.

„Oh so you wanna play? Sirius told us what happened today. Apparently you think that you can decide shit for yourself?“

You dug your hand in his wrist and seeing him wince with the pressure brought you immense satisfaction.

„I can do whatever I want, if my doms think it‘s okay to not let me cum even if I fucking deserved it, James!“

Damn, that felt good. Both of you were breathing heavy now, a full on staring contest between you two. The others were silent, watching the exchange with amusement.

„Did you hear her boys“ James sneered „she‘s mad that she couldn‘t cum. How unfortunate..“

He twisted his hand and you were forced to turn. Pulling his hand back he pressed you flush against his chest and pulled you on his lap, Remus taking your hands and restricting them in your lap.

„You wanna cum, huh? Alright then, let‘s make you cum.“ James hissed and Sirius pulled your bottoms off, spreading your legs wide.

„Oh look at your cunt“ Sirius cooed „all sore from last night. Your clit is still swollen, baby.“

Your legs twitched when he softly thumbed over your clit. Sirius pressed a kiss on the same spot, tongue peaking out to give you kitten licks over your slit.

You felt James‘ palm enclose around your throat and tilt your hand back. His calloused fingers wrapped tightly around the sides of your soft skin, pressing and cutting off your blood circulation lightly. You felt a faint dizziness and pushed your hips against Sirius‘ face.

„Please touch me“ you begged, voice a little hoarse „Please, I need you.“

Your eyes were trained on James‘ but your words were directed towards the boy who was currently teasing you by fucking you slowly with his fingers.

When Remus was sure that you wouldn‘t fight back he let go of your wrists and joined Sirius between your legs. James hooked his arms under your knees and pulled your legs up, your cunt lewdly on display. The sight alone made the two boys groan with yearning, to see you so open and wet.

„We‘re all gonna fuck you“ Sirius drawled, adding a third finger and Remus‘ lips locked around your clit, sucking soundly while he stared up at you. „One after the other, until there is nothing more that you can give.“

Remus‘ hands pulled James‘ pants down along with his underwear and his cock curled up towards your cunt, throbbing and eager to sink into your tight hole. Sirius took his fingers out and jerked James to lubricate him, pushing his cock inside this time. James stretched you open, the a burning sensation accompanied the fullness of your pussy and you opened your legs further.

James wrapped both arms around your knees and pulled them up, pounding you deeply. Remus sat on the couch and pulled your head back, silencing your moans by making you choke on him.

„Can‘t have you scream like a whore, can we?“ He laughed, albeit a little breathless by the way you were curling your tongue around his length. He shuddered when you moaned, the vibrations making him fucker deeper in your wet mouth.

Sirius only watched from the floor, jerking himself leisurely as he watched his two best friends fuck their girl silly. Sirius liked to be the last to fuck you, when you were so full of their cum, twitching and begging. When you barley had your voice and tried to crawl away.

You trembled in their arms, as you came for the first time, squeezing James so tight he had to readjust and hold you down to chase his own orgasm. Remus pinched your nose shut and fucked your open mouth, spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth as you cried out with overstimulation. Finally Remus pulled away, fisting the base to keep himself from coming yet.

„Ah fuck yes“ James groaned, latching his mouth on your bare shoulder to keep his voice down. He came, breathing heavy as his cock pulsed inside of you and his movements slowed until he pulled out. His head fell back with a satisfied sigh and he let Remus pick you up.

Remus bend you over the back of the couch, not wasting any time. He held your hands behind your back and pushed in with a strong thrust, his pace punishing.

„You dirty bitch I can feel James‘ cum inside of you. You like that? You like being filled with our cum?“

You were gasping for breath with every push of his hips, your walls clenching and fluttering around his unyielding cock. He didn‘t care if it was too much, you were forced to take him. You were forced to feel James‘ cum leak down your legs as Remus replaced it with his own.

„Yes“ you cried out „Want it! Please Sir!“

You heard the slap before you felt it, your lust hazy brain needing a few seconds to register the pain. James spanked you again and again and again, until your flesh flushed and you had clear imprints of his hand on your ass.

„So now we‘re Sir again?“ he hissed „Now that you get what you want?“

Remus stilled, going impossibly slow now. „Maybe I shouldn’t give you my cum...“ he said, grinning when he felt you push back.

„No please“ you gasped, tears already forming „Please I need it. Want it!“

„What do you want?“ Remus pressed, thrusting hard to encourage you.

„Ah“ you shrieked „Want cum! Want cum!“

„Where do you want cum?“ James kept pressing, spanking you again. The tears were flowing freely at this point, all shreds of dignity and pride flushed down the drain.

„My cunt! Want cum in my cunt, pleaseplease-“

Remus lost his control and positions his hands on the back of the couch next to your head, using the leverage to pound into you. In this position he put his entire body weight into one thrust, hitting your spot every time. You could only lay there, body taunt and eyes screwed shut.

And then James spanked you, the pain so intense and sharp that you came again, not a single sound escaping you. Remus came just after you, so much cum that it leaked out on its own, mixing with James‘ as it ran down your inner thighs.

Remus smeared the fluids on your skin, chuckling when you whined and pushed back against his hand.

„Want more“ you pleaded and made your way down to Sirius. „Please, one more!“

Sirius cooed and stroked his hand through your hair, pressing soft kisses along your sweaty hairline.

„On your back and spread those beautiful legs for me, baby.“

You grinned and laid down, spreading your legs. Sirius smiled proudly when he saw your eagerness and gently trailed your quivering cunt with the tip of his cock.

„Such a pretty pussy, so full already. Good girl, taking us so well..“ he moaned, breath hitching when he slipped inside easily.

„See how easy I got in? See how fucked out you are?“

You whimpered at the pain of being used so thoroughly, your body protesting against another orgasm. But you soldiered through the pain, making grabby hands at Sirius.

„Kiss, please“ you pleaded meekly, pouting your soft lips. Sirius shivered at the sight, letting himself being pulled down and kissed you soundly, sucking on your tongue and biting your lips.

„Fuck I can taste Remus on you lips, that‘s so fucking hot..“ He groaned.

You let him lick into your mouth and trace every inch of your teeth and lips. Remus and James appeared on either side of you, pulling and pinching your tits. They were messy about it, stuffing your mouth with their fingers when you got too loud and soon your chest was covered in bruises.

Sirius had his head thrown back as he succumbed to his orgasmic haze, biting his fist to keep in high pitched and hoarse moans. He came so hard that the world momentarily turned white at the edges of his vision and your back arched at the sight. Your eyes stayed glued on his body, the way his muscles clenched and the veins in his neck popped.

„Oh fuck“ he whined „oh fuck, yes..“ He groaned, watching you clench around nothing when he took his cock out, smearing his head on your clit. You convulsed slightly, still coming down from your high and closed your legs as your curled up.

„So full“ you whimpered, letting James pull you to his chest and carry you towards their dorm.

„I know baby, m’gonna clean you up and let you rest. Okay?“

You nodded in relief and slumped against him, watching from over his shoulder as Remus and Sirius stayed behind a little, softly making out.

„Okay.“

Thank god, you don‘t think you could handle another round.

#remus lupin smut #james potter smut #sirius black smut #marauders era x reader #marauders smut

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kkusuka · 4 years ago

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omg!!! i was like🥵🥵w the kuroo x bokuto threesome

could u do a suna x kenma x reader one?😳

of course~

The Ladies Room

Professional Gamer AU

Suna Rinatrou x fem!reader x Kenma Kozume

genre: smut

Cw: degrading, slight choking, slight orgasm denial, photography

a/n: i had no idea what to write for this, than all of a sudden it was 1,000 words and i was like :0. this is such a cool pair too, not one i would have thought of and i love that.

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Of all people to join your Fallout stream, you had not expected Kodzuken and Sunarin’s usernames arguing in the chat. About your attitude towards the vault experiments nonetheless.

You had no idea they even watched your streams.

Your 700 thousand followers seemed minuscule compared to Kodzuken’s 31 million and Sunarin’s 29.7 million. Them watching just made you feel important, nevermind the fact they were blowing up your chat.

Finishing your goal for the night, mind consumed by elaborate fangirling, you ended your stream. Taking a second to breathe you check your phone, almost having a heart attack when you see a request to directly message Kodzuken.

Kodzuken: join the discord

Kodzuken: we wanna talk with you about some games

In your shock you clicked the link he sent, placing your headphones back on your ears, entering the call.

“Hello?”

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“He said he was going to be here 25 minutes ago,” Kenma gave you a hum of recognition at your statement, it was true, Suna was always late, “we should tell him to come 15 minutes before.”

Just the fact you knew that Suna was always late was amazing.

Thinking about how your twice-a-week calls became everyday video chats turned to you meeting at different restaurants, sometimes arcades, almost three times a week was insane.

Kenma looked almost identical to how he looked in streams, pristine and calculating. Abit a bit more lively, he was far louder than where you first met. But now he seems to have opened up, loudly telling Suna off when he finally shows up.

Suna, on the other hand, looked almost ethereal in person. The cameras did him no justice, he was tanner and his eyes were far more captivating in person. He was much more exuberant with you, actually, they both were.

They were everything they were on the screen and more, Suna’s teasing smiles and Kenma’s observant stares were far more personal when you were sitting right in front of them.

“No, I’m serious (y/n), he did it all wrong. He had to go to the back of the bar and speak to the barmaid before going back into the town.” You also had no idea that Suna really liked to debate about the games he was passionate about.

“No I don't, there’s no specific way to do it, that’s a time-wasting side quest” Kenma bit back at the man sitting beside him. You hadn’t played the game but they always bugged you for the input,

“Sometimes side quests are really helpful, Ken! They might help you level up, the better the stats the better chance of beating the game!”

As you spoke both pairs of eyes shot up to yours, Rin’s turning as he let out a triumphant smirk and Kenma’s downturned scowl, frowning back at his switch and seemingly turning back to do as Suna suggested.

Slurping down the rest of your drink you had the overwhelming urge to use the bathroom came over you. Voicing your need, Suna mocked and watched you leave.

Trying to hurry out of the bathroom, the sooner you get out the less complaining Suna will make about his “separation anxiety.”

Coming out you could see a small line that had formed, one woman towards the end being, from what you could see, pressed against that wall with a man towing over her. She was clearly uncomfortable, and something in you just made you need to save her.

“Sir? She is clearly uncomfortable, you should leave, this is a line for the ladies' room.” now standing before you, he looked you up and down before completely turning towards you. “Well little lady, I’ll leave the line if you come back with me.”

Face flushing at his obvious uncaringness, you were never given the chance to respond before an arm wrapped around your waist and a voice called from behind you.

“No, she’s busy.” Kenma’s voice rang as he led you out of the small hallway to where Suna stood at the doorway. Eye’s following you all the way.

Both leading you to Kenma's car, Rin pulling you to sit with him and the blond drove.

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“You think we were just going to let another man flirt with you like that?”

Turning your head to where kenma’s sat watching as Suna bounced you along his cock. Your mind was in overdrive, the same men who watched you bouncing along his cock are the ones who had not let you cum for hours before.

Attempting to reach a hand to your throbbing clit, Rin smacked your hand away harshly thrusting up into your cervix. Using that same hand he wrapped a hand around your neck, pulling to his face.

“Bad fucking cunts don't get to cum” he snarled out sending a wave of pleasure through your body.

“Please, R-Rin, I need to, places, want to cum, so bad.” he seemed to like your begging, as his fingers meet your clit, rubbing small circles, making your hips buck into his.

As Rin pressed your body to his, you could hear Kenma rise from his char and slowly make his way to you. Latching fingers around your chin he pulled your tear-stained face to look at him.

“You're going to be good for me right Kitten? You've done so well for Suna, so you have to be good for me now.”

Tugging his shorts down he released his cock from its confinements and pressed your mouth open, wrapping your lips around his tip. Suna continued his assault on your clit, now flicking a pebbled nipple, chuckling at your little moans.

“You make such sweet little sounds, face stuffed with cock. You love this, don't you? You should just be our little cum-dump from now on.”

By now Kenma had lost his patience on your slow pace, still trying to handle Suna’s rough pace.

Placing a hand on the back of your head, shoving his dick to the back of your throat, setting a brutal pace, balls slapping your chin. Grabbing your hair, pulling your head to face you up, a better angle to face-fuck you.

“Suna- picture” Moving quickly he bent his waist to grab Kenma’s phone, which was laying on the nightstand to your right. “Smile, Kitten”

It was a joke on you, tears streaming down our face, approaching your orgasm, mouth filled with cock, trying to smile as Kenma records you, guaranteed to go into a private folder on his computer.

Thrusting up, Suna hit a spot in you that made you fall apart on his cock, pulling your mouth off Kenma to let out a gasping moan of release. Hand gripping the plush of your hips fucking up into you, aiding his own release before pushing you off.

Pulling your back to his chest he grasped your thigh, pussy on display for the recording. Pressing your stomach to push the remainder of his cm out of your clenching hole, ending Kenma over the edge, painting your thighs white.

Setting your legs down, Suna snuggled into the crook of your neck as Kenma flopped down onto the bed wrapping his arms around your legs.

“No, we have to clean up, ‘m all sticky”

“Round two?”

#kenma kozume #suna rintarou #suna x reader #kenma x reader #kenma smut #suna smut #kenma kozume x reader #suna rintarou x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut

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ur-not-reddie · 3 years ago

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sahlo folina

a/n: ahhhh!! it’s finally here!! the reddie fic i’ve been talking about for weeks! i want to give a huge H U G E thank you to sunny, @sunshinereddie , for heping me out with this process! he helped so much with my motivation and confidence <333

pairing: reddie and background stenbrough

*modern day au, summer of their sophomore year in college*

*smut and heartbreak warning*

“Fuck,” Eddie moans, throwing his head back, nails digging into Richie’s chest as Richie grips Eddie’s hips bruising tight. Richie slams Eddie down on his cock, finding the smooth rhythm between his thrusts up and Eddie’s downs.

“Cum!” Richie demands with a growl, grabbing Eddie’s throat and pulling him down so their faces are only millimeters apart.

“A-again?” Eddie asks brokenly between his loud mewls.

“I think I made myself pretty clear, didn’t I?” Richie’s eyes flood completely black, growing hungrily with pure lust and desire.

“Yes, sir, you d-did.” Eddie’s cheeks tint cotton candy pink, his legs start to quiver as he cums. Pleasurable tears gliding down his face. Richie rolls Eddie’s hips forward, letting out a broken moan as he cums inside of him - something he’s always loved. He loves the possessiveness it brings.

“Good boy,” Richie praises as he frees Eddie’s throat. “You’re such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir.” Eddie nods confidently, wiping some drool off of his chin.

Richie smiles lazily, kissing Eddie’s lips as he pulls out slowly, Eddie whimpering softly in disapproval. Richie hushes him, walking to the bathroom as he wets a warm cloth and walks back to the room.

“You’re so pretty,” Richie murmurs as he gently cleans up his lover, then himself.

“Nooo,” Eddie says in a sing-song type tone, forcing his smile back by pouting.

“Oh, don’t give me that,” Richie chuckles lightly. “You know you are.” he raises his brows, getting halfway dressed and lays back down next to Eddie. Eddie sits up, eyes scanning his room when he spots Richie’s sweatshirt and throws it on.

“I love you, you know that?” Richie whispers.

“I love you too,” Eddie grins, laying back down.

Richie rests his head on Eddie’s stomach, Eddie’s fingers combing through Richie’s hair as they’re about to drift off to sleep. They’re both nearly there, then are startled awake by the slam of a car door.

“Shit,” Eddie shoots up, his anxiety already flooding his veins. “You have to go!” Eddie starts to push Richie out of bed, grabbing the rest of his clothes and shoving them into Richie’s arms.

“Eds, it’s f-”

“Go!” Eddie shouts softly as he hears the lock on the door turn.

Eddie opens his window quickly and helps Richie out as fast as he can then shuts it. He climbs back into bed, facing the wall to help the illusion of him sleeping, which Sonia does fall for. Eddie sighs deeply the moment he knows his mother is gone. This time it’s not euphoric tears filling his eyes, it’s terrified ones.

Eddie’s not sure how long he’s sat and stared at the wall. Hours? Probably. His body feels numb, but all of his thoughts hurt. This is the ninth time that they’ve nearly been caught by his mother and he just can’t do this anymore. Why can’t his mother be like Richie’s? She doesn't care! She adores it!

He loves Richie, a lot, his mind can’t fathom it. But his love for Richie isn’t enough to stop the fear of them being caught. Eddie puts on regular clothes and slips on his nearest pair of shoes. He makes up an excuse, saying he’s going to Bill’s house - which isn’t entirely a lie.

Eddie trudges his feet against the cement, dragging his numbed-out body to Richie’s front porch. His fear is so strong, he can’t handle another situation where they’re almost caught. And that’s when Eddie makes the biggest mistake of his life.

Richie opens the door, a smile on his face which quickly fades as Eddie breaks up with him.

“Why?” Richie’s voice shakes.

“I’m just… I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t do this,” Richie begs, voice cracking more as tears are stinging his eyes. His knuckles turning white from gripping the doorknob tightly.

“I’m really sorry, Richie.” Eddie sobs, head hung low, body jerking with each cry.

“Eds?” Richie tries hopefully, forcing a weak smile to front, only for Eddie to stand there silently with bloodshot eyes.

“I need to go,” Eddie half-whispers, taking a step back.

“No!” Richie’s surprised by his own yell. “You can’t go, y-you just can’t.” Richie lets his tears flow, unable to hold it back. “I can’t do this on my own. Eddie, please.”

“Richie?”

Eddie can hear Maggie’s faint voice in the background, her silhouette coming closer and Eddie takes off down the street. Richie starts to run after him, but quickly halts himself, tears clouding his vision of Eddie running away.

“Please…” Richie drops to his knees, the asphalt definitely leaving burning bruises, but it’s not enough to mask the pain in his chest.

Richie stays there for a few minutes, sobbing, hoping Eddie will turn back around and tell him it’s all a sick joke, a prank - something! He eventually makes it to his feet, bolting inside and throwing himself into his mother’s arms, sobbing harder.

“Richie?” Maggie asks again, her tone tender as she hugs her son back just as tightly.

“Eddie broke up with me,” Richie’s words are muffled due to his face buried in his mother’s shoulder.

“What? Why?” Maggie pulls away from the hug, just slightly, so she can see Richie’s face and hear him clearer.

“I don’t know,” Richie takes off his glasses so he’s able to wipe his tears. “H-he didn’t say why,” Richie breathes shaky breaths. “He just called it off, apologized and ran away with no explanation.” he throws himself back into his mother’s embrace.

“Oh, Richie…” Maggie sighs, her heart aching for her son. “Come on, let’s get you inside.” she leads her son from the front door to the couch, wrapping a blanket around his slender frame.

“Do you think he still loves me…?” Richie’s voice breaks as more tears come.

“Definitely. I know he loves you. I can see it .” Maggie grabs Richie’s hand comfortingly. “He looks at you like you put all the stars in the sky, hand painted the phases of the moon.” Richie can’t help but crack a slight smile, only for it to quickly fade as fast as it came.

“But.. if he loves me, why did he do this?” Richie bursts into tears once more. “I don’t get it, I don’t understand why…” Richie snatches a pillow that’s sitting next to him, screaming into it.

Maggie scoots closer to her son, adjusting the blanket better as she rubs his back. She’s never seen Richie so heartbroken and gloomy. She’s had her fair share of failed relationships, but nothing like this, and she’s unsure of what to do which makes her insides flame with… shame? No, that can’t be it - but something like that. Right?

“I… I think I need to be alone.” Richie stands to his feet, lazily walking his way up the stairs and to his room. He grabs his phone, no notifications from Eddie. Usually by this time they’d be streaming Netflix together - watching a shitty, cheesy movie and making fun of it. Richie tosses his phone across the room, screaming more into his pillow until he eventually falls asleep.

Eddie’s vision is completely blurred as he makes his way to Bill’s house. Luckily for Eddie, his feet know the path so well that he doesn’t even need to see. He stomps up the driveway, nearly tripping as he knocks on the door wildly until it opens.

“Eddie?”

“Georgie?” Eddie asks with a sniff. “Where’s Bill?”

“He’s out with Stan. Are you okay?” Georgie asks with much concern, noticing Eddie’s hysteria. “Do you want to come in?” Eddie nods, more tears coming. “What happened?”

“I think I just made the biggest mistake of my life,” Eddie plops down on the couch, covering his face with his hands.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Georgie offers sweetly as he sits down next to Eddie. Eddie sits there in silence for a few minutes, trying to control his tears but failing.

“I…” Eddie finally says. “I broke up with Richie.” his hands covering his mouth now as a whimper escapes.

“What? Why?” Georgie asks with much surprise, sitting upright.

“I just,” Eddie sighs, trying to find the right words. “I don’t know.” is all he can manage to say.

“But you were so happy with him,” Georgie states.

“I know, I know!” Eddie breaks all over again. “I don’t know why I did it. It was so fucking stupid of me!”

Georgie pulls Eddie into a hug. Granted, Georgie is quite a bit smaller, but he still engulfs the other. Eddie’s not sure how long he’s embracing Georgie, but he doesn’t really care either. Georgie doesn’t let go until Bill walks through the front door.

“What’s going on?” Bill asks in a drawn out, puzzled tone, dropping his things.

“You need to talk to him,” Georgie gives pleading eyes.

Bill motions for Eddie to walk to his room and he does so. Eddie is trying to think of what to say, trying to jumble up any type of words to try and describe how he feels. As Eddie walks in, he runs straight towards the giant teddy bear that’s sitting in the corner of Bill’s room. Stan got it for Bill during their first Valentine’s Day together, but it makes for a great snuggle buddy.

“Eddie, what’s going on?”

“I’m stupid is what’s going on,” Eddie mumbles into the soft, fuzzy stuffie but Bill’s still able to understand.

“You are not,” Bill reassures lovingly.

“You’ve known me basically my whole life! You know it!” Eddie groans into the teddy bear.

“How about I make us some hot chocolate, you change into some of my spare pj’s and we’ll talk, hmm?” Bill suggests as he helps Eddie up and off the floor.

“O-okay,” Eddie wipes his eyes as he lets out a tiny yawn - so much emotion for his little self.

Bill makes the drinks like promised while Eddie changes into Bill’s spare clothes. He’s so thankful for a best friend like Bill, he’s always been there for him, no matter what. When Bill returns, he hands the warm mug to Eddie with a broken grin. Eddie grabs it, his eyes saying ‘thank-you’, as he blows on the hot liquid. He stays quiet for quite a while, his drink half gone when he decides to speak again.

“I think I’m just scared,” Eddie admits.

“Scared of what?” Bill asks, tilting his head to the side, like a puppy who hears a squeaky toy.

“I’m not really sure,” Eddie furrows his brows as he takes another drink, the hot cocoa at the perfect temperature now. “I think my mom… myself?” Bill waits for Eddie to elaborate. “My mom has almost caught us multiple times and that just scares me so much.” an anxious sip now. “I know my mom would fucking kill me. Or kill Richie first and then me.” Eddie’s lips crack a quick smile. “And I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, never felt this was about any girls. It makes it feel like something’s wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing wrong with you,” Bill moves closer to Eddie.

“But there is! I’m not normal!” Eddie groans as he plops on his back.

“And what’s normal, exactly?” Bill lays next to him, turning his head to the side to look at the other.

“I-” Eddie cuts himself off, deep in ponderation. “Not me,”

“That’s your mother talking,” Bill wipes away Eddie’s tears before they can fall.

“I, I’m just not sure if the fear I’m feeling is a close relative to truth, or just simply a rival.” Eddie sighs, meeting eyes with Bill.

“It’s a rival,” Bill confirms gently. Eddie sighs deeply, not really believing it.

“I’m just.. - a complete idiot!” the wave of tears wash over Eddie’s face all over again.

“Trust me, I felt the same thing for a very long time”. Bill grabs Eddie’s hand comfortingly. “For as long as I can remember, I have always liked girls. Though, that part of me is still true, I always had the question in the back of my mind if I like boys or not.” Bill explains, swiping hair out of Eddie’s unfocused vision.

“How did you figure it out?” Eddie asks with a small hiccup.

“I just simply let myself feel it,” Eddie raises a curious eyebrow at Bill’s words. “It’s a part of myself I can’t change, so, I felt it and that’s what helped me figure it out.” Eddie hums, staring off into the distance as his mind starts to process. “There’s absolutely no harm in loving someone,” Bill squeezes the other’s hand gently.

Eddie sighs softly, Bill’s words giving him a hopeful undertone. It’s quiet, but Eddie’s thoughts are so loud he swears Bill can hear them too.

“It’s just so scary…” that seems to be the only thing Eddie can think clearly about.

“Eddie,” Bill closes his eyes tightly, trying to break through to him. “Don’t stop yourself from being happy. I know your mother treats you otherwise, but she’s wrong, not you. You deserve to be happy and love who you love without the weight of her.”

Eddie lets Bill’s words sink in more as sleep takes over him.

The next four weeks drag on. Four weeks that Eddie could easily mistake for years. He’s spent most of his time at Bill’s house. If he isn’t crying, then he’s sleeping. All the mix of intense emotions at once is too much, too much that all he wants to do is sleep it away. He’s never felt something so deeply before. When he’s awake, and thinking, it feels like he can’t breathe. It feels like there’s this heavy weight on his heart that’s affecting the rest of him. He’s fatigued, exhausted, numb. He feels lost. He’s never gone this long without talking to Richie. He’s definitely made a big mistake, but he’s too scared to fix it.

Richie, on the other hand, is dealing with it somewhat similarly. He’s hurt, upset, confused, but mostly angry. He loves Eddie more than he’s ever loved anything, and he’s so perplexed as to why he’s gone. Just left with hardly any reason - and that’s what makes this more difficult. He’s spent a lot of his time talking with Maggie, who’s giving him the best advice she can. She doesn’t know what it’s like to have a same sex relationship, but she does know how it feels to have her heart broken by a boy. He’s also spent a lot of time with Went as well. And just like Eddie, Richie’s tears flow just as often.

“Do you think he still loves me?” Richie sniffs, playing with the loose string that’s falling off of his sweatshirt sleeve. This is a question Richie asks nearly everyday.

“I do,” Maggie says confidently as she scoots a bowl of soup across the table to her son.

“But, if he loves me, then why did he do what he did?” Richie just doesn’t understand such thing.

“I don’t know,” his mother sighs. “I wish I had an answer for you. I really do.”

“He hasn’t talked to me in weeks…” Richie blows on his spoon that’s full of soup.

“Have you tried reaching out?” Maggie asks as she makes herself some tea. Richie shrugs at her question.

“I don’t know what I’d even say. Plus, I don’t want to make the situation even worse.”

Maggie sits back down, conversing with Richie about other things to distract his mind until both Richie’s bowl and Maggie’s mug are empty. Richie decides to join his father in the living room, watching one of his favorite comedic movies.

Some time later, Richie meets up with Beverly to have their weekly smoke session.

“I just really don’t know what to do,” Richie blows out smoke. “Can I even do anything at all?” flicking his cigarette, taking another drag. “I mean, did I do something wrong and not realize it?”

“I don’t think you did anything wrong,” Beverly shakes her head, voice comforting.

“I just don’t fucking understand any of this,” Richie slides down to the ground, crossing his legs as he sits and puts out his cigarette.

“I don’t either, but I have a good feeling it’s not over.” Beverly smiles as Richie chuckles in disbelief. “I’m serious!” Richie punches her arm lightly in response, laughing more. “You’re gonna be back together, I know it. Again, trust me, I’m psychic.” she winks at Richie, joining him on the ground.

“Yeah, okay, whatever.” Richie rolls his eyes playfully.

“You’re meant to be together, everyone can see that.” she shoves Richie back lightly in revenge.

“But, we only have one month of summer left before we all go back to college. What if he doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the summer?” Richie hangs his head low, feeling defeated.

“But you don’t know that, summer isn’t over yet.” she points out as she rests her head on Richie’s shoulder, enjoying the sounds of nature.

“What?!” Eddie raises his voice. “Georgie! How could you?! I was going to win and you knocked me back to the fucking start?!”

“Sorry,” Georgie giggles, completely embodying the game name. Eddie grumbles as Bill is sat on the couch laughing his ass off.

After Georgie wins, they decide to end after seven rounds. They order Japanese food and gather into the living room and begin to rewatch the Harry Potter series. When the first movie ends, Bill decides to ‘invite’ Stan over, so Eddie bolts straight to the bathroom to shower first.

He does so quickly so he can save the warm water for the other’s as well. So thoughtful. As he dresses and towel dries his hair, he hears Bill’s door open, turning around to see not Stan. Eddie’s eyes go wide, speechless.

“Oh,” Richie says, also stunned. “H-hi, Eddie.”

“Hey, Richie.” Eddie says softly.

“You two are going to stay in here until you figure things out,” Bill catches both of their attention and shuts the door.

The two stay silent for a good amount of time, neither knowing what to say. They can’t even look at each other. Richie almost feels like a stranger and that’s the strangest thing ever. He hates this. He hates what he’s done.

“I want to say I’m sorry, but I feel like that’s not enough.” Eddie finally crumbles the silence.

“Did I do something wrong?” Richie’s voice quivers.

“No!” Eddie shouts a little too loudly, startling the both of them. “I’m sorry,” he whispers. “It’s me, not you. I promise none of this is because of you.” Eddie finally meets eyes with Richie.

“Well, can you tell me what’s going on then?” Richie asks as gently as he can.

“Promise you won’t be mad?” Eddie gives pleading eyes.

“I promise,” Richie scoots close enough to Eddie to cup his face.

“I’m just scared. I got so scared of my mom almost catching us multiple times. I’m a bit scared of myself because I feel wrong. I feel like I should like girls as everyone else does, but I don’t. It’s just boys, only boys and-” Eddie buries his face in his hands as he breaks down.

Richie immediately pulls Eddie into his arms in a tight embrace, resting his cheek on top of Eddie’s head. He lets Eddie cry it out, he knows Eddie needs a good cry sometimes before he’s able to speak and think rationally. It feels so good to have Eddie in his arms again, they felt more than empty without Eddie in them most of the time. Richie even lets a tear slip out of his own eye.

“I feel bad, I hate what I did and I regret it. I hate that I let my fear get in the way of what we had. I hate that I got in the way of my own happiness…” Eddie speaks into Richie’s chest. “I’m so sorry,”

“Oh, Eds,” Richie hugs him tighter. “It’s okay. I understand, I really do.” he never wants to let go of Eddie. “I just wish you talked to me about it instead of running away.”

“I know,” Eddie cries a bit more. “I wish I did too.” Richie tilts Eddie’s chin up so he can dry Eddie’s tears.

“Will you talk to me next time?” Richie gives a soft smile as Eddie nods his head.

Richie leans down and plants a soft kiss on Eddie’s lips. God, he’s missed his lips so much. He’s missed Eddie so much. A big part of him felt like it was missing when Eddie suddenly left. And now, it’s all so perfect again. The kiss lingers on for many moments until the two need air.

“Can we go?” Eddie asks with a shy smile.

“Already, huh?” Richie smirks, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, shut up!” Eddie giggles. “I know you’re dying as much as I am.”

“I am,” Richie’s smile grows as he grabs Eddie’s hand and leave Bill’s house - Bill knowing it wasn’t going to be too long after he locked them both in the room.

The drive back to Richie’s was nearly unbearable. The two can’t even keep their hands off of each other. Eddie is so tempted to give Richie head who’s in the driver's seat. He knows he shouldn’t, so he decides to fight the urge, it’ll make it even more rewarding when they get back anyway.

Went is overjoyed when he sees Richie and Eddie walk hand in hand through the front door. He calls Maggie down immediately to see the wonderful news that’s laid before their eyes, her exhaling in relief.

“Eddie,” she smiles as she pulls Eddie into a hug; a hug that he’s been longing for if he’s honest. “I’ve missed you!” she squeezes him tighter.

“I missed you too,” Eddie half-whispers, closing his eyes, resting his forehead against her shoulder.

“It’s good to see your face around here again,” Went smiles, chuckling as Eddie also hugs him, Richie sitting back with adoring eyes.

“Okay, okay!” Richie giggles as he grabs Eddie’s arm and gently tugs him to his side. “It’s my turn now.” and leads him upstairs, Maggie and Went knowing exactly what Richie means by that.

“They’re wild,” Maggie rolls her eyes playfully.

“Rowdy,” Went adds as they head back off to the living room as Richie and Eddie steam their way upstairs, a mess of giggles.

Richie enters his room, closing the door and slamming Eddie’s back against it, a loud gasp escaping Eddie’s mouth. Richie wastes no time and crashes his lips against Eddie’s. A moan escapes from Eddie, buzzing against Richie’s lips. Richie presses his body against the other’s smaller frame. He pulls back for a split second, a quick breath then becoming one again.

“Richie,” Eddie moans louder as Richie attacks his neck in deep purple bites and bruises.

“You’re never leaving me again. Do you understand me?” Richie growls, gripping at Eddie’s throat somewhat roughly.

“Y-yes, sir.” Eddie tries his best to keep his voice steady, legs wobbly and weak.

“You’re stuck with me,” Eddie nods at Richie’s words, biting his lip. “Knees. Now.”

Eddie drops immediately, opening his mouth out of pure instinct, looking up at Richie through his lashes. He watches as Richie slowly strips himself from his jeans and boxers. Eddie reaching up a hand and wraps it around Richie’s cock, pumping him in a medium-like pace. Richie hums softly, tangling his fingers in Eddie’s hair. He shoves Eddie’s mouth all the way down on his cock, Eddie gagging only out of mere surprise. Another smirk on Richie’s face as he keeps repeating the actions of rough and slow paces.

“Even after all this time, you’re still so good, hmm?” Richie starts thrusting as well, drool dripping from Eddie’s bottom lip to the floor. “Look up at me,” Eddie locks his teary eyes with Richie’s black and lustful ones.

Few minutes later, Richie cums in Eddie’s mouth, Eddie swallowing all of it, of course. Richie takes off the rest of his clothes then removes Eddie’s, laying his back on the bed. He climbs on, hovering over Eddie, making his cheeks burn red.

“I think I should have my fun with you, shouldn’t I?”

“Mmhm,” Eddie nods again.

“Words!” Richie’s demanding voice booms.

“Yes,” Richie raises an eyebrow at that, waiting for Eddie to continue. “Sir…”

“Good,” Richie smiles in satisfaction.

Richie opens Eddie’s bedside drawer, pulling out all of the toys he wants to use on him. Eddie watches, eyeing every single toy Richie’s taken out - his mind melting as it goes wild.

“I want to make you helpless,” Richie states as he cuffs Eddie’s wrists to the bed, blind fold following after.

Eddie’s heart starts to pound rapidly in his chest, it’s been so long since him and Richie fucked, let alone something extremely kinky. But, Eddie isn’t complaining at all, not even a little bit.

Richie starts off by peppering soft kisses to his jaw, neck, chest and stomach. Every kiss, every breath is more intense, electricity shooting through his body as he can’t see. Richie ghosts his finger down Eddie’s hard length causing Eddie to shudder as he spreads his legs further.

“So desperate, aren’t you?” a taunting tone.

“V-very,” Eddie stutters, turning his head in different directions, trying to pinpoint where Richie is, trying to use his voice as direction.

Richie falls silent, his actions too. He grabs the lube, slicking up his fingers and sneaking one inside of Eddie. Eddie gasps, bucking his hips as he tugs on the restraints. Richie pumps and pumps, adding a couple more fingers. Moans so loud everyone else can definitely hear.

“Such a slutty, slutty little kitten.” Richie pulls his fingers out.

“Only for you,” Eddie whines at the emptiness.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Richie hums as he slips a vibrator inside of Eddie, turning it on the medium setting. Eddie screeches, wanting to pull on the bed sheets, but he can’t. “It’s so good to hear your beautiful sounds again,”

“More! More!” Richie turns the setting up all the way at Eddie’s demand, which he’d usually be punished for. Eddie is full on screaming this time, Richie keeping his hips pinned to the bed. “P-please! Please, sir!” Richie knows what he’s begging for. He gets him close, a split second to cumming, then leaves Eddie empty again. “Fuck!” Eddie throws his head back in frustration.

After a few more merciless rounds, Richie decides to stop as he’s starting to get desperate himself. He gives Eddie back all of his senses, smiling at the pleasurable tears in Eddie’s eyes. Perfect. He presses soft kisses on Eddie’s cheeks before turning him around face down, ass up. He wastes no time, grabbing Eddie’s hips and sinking his cock all the way in him.

“Fuck,” Richie breathes heavily. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” Eddie moans in response, this time they’re muffled by the covers. Richie makes sure to pound into Eddie’s sweet spot with every move of his, making Eddie cum over and over and over again.

Richie lays himself back, pulling Eddie back into his arms. Eddie closes his eyes, wrapping his arms tightly around Richie. Richie speaks to Eddie softly, telling him how much he loves him, how life is better with him; more colorful. His world. Eddie speaks back, eyes still closed, falling asleep mid-sentence.

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sugako · 4 years ago

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knots

kyotani (maddog) x f!reader

cw: 18+ minors dni, nsfw, smut, pwp, kinbaku/bondage/rope play, oral (female receiving), impact play (spanking), creampie, making you talk on the phone during, D/s, dom kyotani/sub reader, “baby girl” and “sir”, degradation, slight dumbification

wc: 1.5k

a/n: i have nothing to say just horknee brainrot

“Feeling good, baby girl?” Kentarō was circling you to admire his own work. He wasn’t a very patient man, but something clicked in him when it came to tying knots around your body. You wiggled your fingers behind your back and nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

The soft ropes looked as though they were digging into your soft flesh, but the delicate fiber was actually fairly comfortable. For some reason, today he had spent much more time tying you, making intricate knots down your torso, around your thighs, and even slipping the rope right between your legs. By the time he was finished, the length of rope nestled against your slit was soaked.

Finally, he leaned back, his bare chest accidentally flexing when he shifted his weight. You shivered under the stare of his darkly rimmed honey eyes. It wasn’t quite the same intense look he got on the volleyball court, this look was less mean, but it was still just as serious.

“Fuck, you look so hot like this.” He groaned, palming over his hardening bulge through sweatpants.

“Thank you, sir.” You chirped quietly. It was a struggle to keep upright on your knees while you balanced on the plush bed. Kyōtani pulled his hand away, revealing a small wet patch through the fabric, as he kneeled on the mattress beside you.

“Lay down,” he directed before pulling his pants off. You squirmed, trying to lay back with your upper limbs bound together was an impossible thing to do gracefully. He knew that, and he loved to see it. Watching you struggle to do anything, especially when it meant you felt awkward, boosted his ego.

You unhooked your legs from under yourself, planting them on the bed to make it more comfortable for your arms to be squished under you. When you got comfortable with a little sigh, he knelt in front of you, spreading your knees even wider. The stretch made the rope strain across your skin and he eyed how it squished some of your flesh with a darkened expression.

He scoffed when his eyes landed on your cunt. “So fucking wet already, you stained the rope, baby girl. What a slut.” Even while you tried to relax, you couldn’t help but clench around the rope. A mean chuckle bubbled out of his chest as he leaned in close to your aching center, breath ghosting over your clit. “Bet you would cum on this string if you could, huh?” He reached under your thighs and over your stomach at the series of knots around your navel to roughly tug up.

Crying out at the sudden friction, you tried to shake your head. He kept the rope pulled taught over your clit as you struggled and whined at the sensation. Part of him wanted to help you out, but most of him loved watching you clench and drool over nothing.

“Gonna answer me?” He huffed. Your mind was spinning, desperately trying to race away from the feeling of your engorged clit being abused by the rope.

“W-what did you ask?” You stutter and he pulls the knot a little harder.

“Excuse me?” Even before he snaps at you, you realize your mistake. His hand comes down hard on the outside of your thigh with a resounding crack that echoes around the bedroom. The way your pussy clenches at the feeling doesn’t go unnoticed by him.

“Sir! What did you ask, please sir? I can’t remember, sir.” The words come pouring out and he loosens his grip on the rope.

“So dumb already, I asked if you would you cum on this piece of string?” He annunciates every word harshly.

“If you want me to, sir, I will.”

Finally, his hand completely lets go of the rope and it slides back across your clit, making you jump.

“No, baby girl, I want you to cum on my cock. But it’s good to know you’re such a little whore you’ll cum wherever I tell you.”

He moves aside the rope and laps a thick stripe straight up you. His strong arms hold your thighs apart when he starts to circle your sensitive clit. Not letting you get too close, he pushes the muscle inside of you when your hips start to get jerky, knowing you’re close. A long moan erupts in your throat at the feeling and you start to really fall apart under him.

A moment later, he’s pulling away again and quickly flipping onto your front. He pushes down on the back of your neck so your chest is flush to the sheets. You wiggle your arms as they were nearly tingling under your body.

“You didn’t do anything wrong I just-” a sharp smack came down on your ass, propelling you forward, “-can’t help myself.” He grunted out as he pulled the rope completely to the side to give him ample room to line himself up. You gasped as his fat tip pressed into your entrance. “Besides, I know you like it, even if it is supposed to be a punishment.” He whispered before quickly sinking in the rest of the way.

You squirmed and whined into the mattress, clenching around his large cock. The stretch filled you up completely as you struggled to take all of him. He wasn’t extraordinary long, but he was thick. Without much prep, even drenched as you were, you could feel the veins and ridges of him inside of you. He graciously gave you a long minute to adjust before pulling out nearly all the way and plowing right back into you.

After the first slow pump, he moves at his own pace which is very fast, very rough, and very deep. Drool seeps out of your mouth as your fucked into the pillow, unable to hold back any cries and mewls.

“You like when I fuck you hard, my good, baby girl. I can t-”

His voice stops dead in his throat, his cock fully sheathed in you, when your phone rings on the table beside you. Head still dizzy, you’re unsure what the noise is for a second before it hits you. Then he hits you square on the ass. It stings, but you bite back your small cry.

“Answer it.” He orders quietly.

“Sir, I-!” You turn your head to the side to try to look back at him.

“I said, answer it, whore. It’s one of your dumb friends.” He’s already picked up the phone and clicked on the ‘Answer’ button before you can protest again. He presses it to your ear and languidly pumps in and out of you while you struggle to say hello.

“Heeey, wh-what’s up?” You stutter as he uses the hand not on the phone to reach around you’re front and lightly circle your clit. “O-ohh, no, I’m just deep cleaning so I’m a little out of breath.” When he lazily pulls out the next time he snaps his hips back against yours, the smacks of his thighs against you and the squelch of your cunt shattering the short silence.

You hold back a squeal, morphing it into a too-obvious cough. He keeps up the slow pull out and snapping thrust back in until you’re all but crying under him, trying to keep up a normal tone. The pit of your stomach is tightening into little knots while he fucks into you and toys with your needy clit.

“You’re getting even wetter,” he notes, “fucking disgusting you get off on this. And you’re friend doesn’t even know.”

This is the end. You know you can’t take much more as your hips twitch and buck on their own against his.

“U-uhh, I gotta go there’s someone at the door, bye!”

As soon as he hangs up and tosses the phone aside, his hand lands on your still sore skin making you shriek.

“I’m sorry, sir.” You babble out. “I know I’m dirty, please, I’m sorry. Just want your cock, wanna cum on your cock, please sir.”

He can’t help but feel a little pleased at your begging tone.

“Cum on my cock then, baby girl.” He coos mockingly as he starts up his fast pace again, circling your clit fast enough to propel you over the edge. Shaking and whimpering, you cum around his cock as it continues to glide in and out of you at an alarming pace.

Unable to hold out much longer, the feeling of you tight cunt closing in around him, Kentarō knows he’s going to follow you shortly. He grunts into you, giving you everything he can to your fucked out body. Thick ropes of cum coat your pulsing insides as he holds you up by your chest, back pressed to the front of his chest. The thick air is filled with humidity and the pants you both breath out in an effort to catch your breath.

He pulls out, watching his cum slowly seep out of you and onto the rope that’s once against nestled between your legs.

“Good job, baby girl.” He sighs, gently starting to undo the ropes binding your wrists. “Good job…”

#kyotani x reader #kyotani smut #kyotani kentaro x reader #kentarou x reader #maddog x reader #mad dog smut #maddog smut #hq imagine #hq smut

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officialscaramouche · 3 years ago

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PART 3 OF THE REMEMBERING FIC POR FAVOR,,,I BEG 😞🙏

Of course! And thank u for specifying which one bc I mix the two stories up all the time lol

pairing: Scaramouche x gn!reader

wc: 1,484

tw: none

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When you woke, you lay in the softest, and silkiest bed you’ve ever laid in. The room was elegant and ornate, the walls a deeply painted red with golden accents. You sat up with surprisingly less resistance from your wound, looking down and at the bandages that you were wrapped in. Where was your shirt? And who undressed you?

The door swung open with a click and you quickly covered yourself with the blanket, looking to the door. Your captain held a tray with dishes on it, presumably breakfast. “Good morning,” he said, kicking the door closed and making his way to your bedside. He placed the tray on the bed table and took a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. “Is your chest feeling better?”

You bring the blanket up further and glare at him. Was he the one who undressed you? How unprofessional of a captain. “Did you undress me?”

He took another forkful and held it in front of your mouth. “Yes.”

“Why? Why not the second grade medic?”

He rolled his eyes when you pushed the fork away, eating another bite himself. “What, you want Tartaglia to see you naked? You’re lucky I’m the one who did!”

“I wish none of you undressed me without my permission!!”

Scaramouche balled his fist around the fork tightly. You were getting on his nerves. Not eating, not drinking, only fighting. “Why not me?! I’m your fucking bo—”

The door to your room clicked open again except this time, your Lieutenant came in. “Whoa! Everyone can hear you yelling outside!” He walked up to the two of you with a smile. “It’s too early to be arguing like this. It’s like you never even forgot anything!” He laughed, gesturing to you.

You glared at him too, turning to look out the window. “Are we leaving yet? I want to get back to the harbor.”

“Not yet,” Scaramouche grumbled through the pancakes. “Because of you, we cannot leave until the day after the next.”

“Because of me?!” You shout, turning to face your captain and wanting to shove him to the ground. But you turn a little too quickly and you crumble under the pain of reopening your wound.

“Please, [Y/N], we need your wound closed before we can start moving out.” He pulled down the blanket to look at your chest. You instinctively grab his wrist to stop him, but the hand above yours that also tried to stop him was your captain. Why would he care if Tartaglia looked at you naked? It wasn’t his body!

You stared Tartaglia in the eyes. “I can look at it myself. I’m the medic.”

“Alright, comrade. I’m gonna snag breakfast before it’s all gone. And you,” he pointed at Scaramouche. “No more yelling.”

After finally getting you to eat, your mood brightened up. Scaramouche was staring out the window with his chin resting in his palm, every now and then his eyes flickering to look at you. You were the same, despite not knowing much of anything. You still ate your food with vigor and you still got happier and less snappy after you ate. “Oh god are these from Mondstadt?! There so fucking good!”

Scaramouche scowled, taking a strawberry from your plate. “Watch your fucking mouth!”

“Look who’s talking! I get it from you!”

You were right, though. After spending so much time with Scaramouche, certain words became more of your daily vocabulary. But wait…why did you spend so much time with your captain?

“Well hurry up so I can take your plates to the staff and you can change your own fucking dressing.”

“Why didn’t you just wait for me to wake up?” You asked, taking a big sip of your water.

“Because you asked me to.”

There was a pause. “I’ve been asleep though. Why’d I ask you?”

Scaramouche grinned like a little boy. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because you love me?”

You shoved your tray off of your lap and crossed your arms. “You are so not my type.”

Scaramouche laughed. “Bet I can change that.”

That evening you had another hydrotherapy session. This time, you weren’t going to fall asleep. It was the same as before; Tartaglia held pools of water over your ears and temples. After having the soothing water wash over you, it was as if you had melted into another existence. Your mind was free of thought, your body light and numb. You didn’t exist, and you weren’t anywhere.

Then a familiar voice brought you something to focus on. “Are you awake?” Your Lieutenant jokes.

You smile. “Yes, I’m awake.”

“Okay, I’m going to ask you simple questions. You should know the answers to these.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I’m serious, please answer truthfully and to the best of your knowledge.” There was a pause as he wiggled his fingers, shifting the water in ways that you were sure had meaning. “What is your name?”

“[Y/N],” you say simply.

“Good! Who is your captain?”

“Captain Scaramouche,” you reply.

“Excellent! And who do we work for?”

“The Tsaritsa.”

“Good job. I’m going to ask you more subjective questions, you ready?”

You feel your mind beginning to fizz, like a glass of soda. You fight it, and nod. “I’m ready.”

“If you feel any pain, or are shocked by forgotten trauma, we can stop. Just say the word “starconch,” and I will cease the therapy.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tartaglia sucked in a deep, nervous breath. “When you think of the Tsaritsa, what comes to mind?”

“Um…I think of her kindness. She’s so understanding and she accommodates my wishes.”

“If you didn’t work for her, what do you imagine you’d be doing?”

Your face contorts in thought. “Hopefully…living a peaceful, mundane life. Working everyday, being with the one I love everyday, for example.”

“Let’s say you live this life. Who is the person you’re living with?”

“I…don’t know. We’ve been together for two years now but I don’t know who it is.”

“Can you describe him?”

You cock your head to the side. “How did you know it was a man?”

“Nevermind,” he cuts off, not wanting to potentially ruin your memories with his incorrect words. “Next question. Do you enjoy being a medic?”

“It’s never fun to see my teammates get hurt. But I have confidence that I’d never let anyone die.”

Tartaglia hummed above you, and smiled. He admired your confidence and your ability to be strong and courageous when you needed to. “Is it hard being a medic?”

You smiled, and laughed a little. “Nothing is hard when you know what you’re doing,” you chided. “I think fighting is hard, but you do it wonderfully everyday.”

He observed you carefully, a thin veil of darkness washing over his face. “If someone taught you how to fight, would you?” The question was a little more self indulgent, hoping that if he could teach you, you wouldn’t get hurt like this again.

“No, because the man I love protects me just fine.”

You were right. The person that you loved was like a guard dog of sorts. If someone so much as had an ugly scowl on their face as they’re coming toward you, he’s there to step right in between. He was always there, always reliable. But the one time he wasn’t, you nearly met your fate by the time they got you back to camp.

Tartaglia shifted. “Is there anything you know about the man you’re with?”

“He’s handsome,” you sang, a little teasingly. “And he’s so intelligent. And he’s sweet to me, and he’s silly at times, and when we fight we have bad fights. Yelling at each other, saying awful things…but he’s so quick to apologize and do things to make me forgive him.” Tartaglia watched as you went on and on, feeling bad that you had all these things to say about him but he didn’t have a face or name. Just the feeling of love and happiness for a mystery man. “And he’s always there for me. I try to be there for him, but when I do I mess things up. Like right now, I’m only hurt because I—” You sat up suddenly, disrupting the therapy and turning to look at Tartaglia. “I was saving him,” you say with wide eyes, as if he didn’t know that. “I…only threw myself into the battle to save him. That means…it’s one of the guys here right?”

Tartaglia raised his brow and shrugged his shoulders. He wished he wasn’t a good person, because he would’ve taken this opportunity to tell you he was your boyfriend. “I’d tell you but that would ruin the fun!”

You glared, your brain feeling a little strange still from the session. You stared down at your chest wrapped in bandages. This was your love. You placed your hand over your heart to steady your heart rate. “Better me than him.”

Tartaglia disagreed.

#writing #part three: amnesia #Scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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wendimydarling · 4 years ago

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Weakness

Title: Weakness

Summary: Syverson and his wife get into an argument, and he shows her bratty ass how to mind.

Pairing: Syverson x First Person Reader

Word Count: 2017

Warnings: nudity, manhandling, penetrative sex, tickling.

A/N: Last request of the year, folks... I’ve got a full plate!

Could you please do a tickle fic with syverson where u guys have a fight, but then when he comes to bed late at night you tickle him to get him to talk. But then he gets annoyed at you and ends up tying you up and tickling you as a punishment, though it ends in fluff and giggles at the end? Love ur fics!

Enjoy!

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“How many times we gonna have this argument?”

I had zero desire to do this tonight but I stood there anyway, arms crossed, nostrils flaring. Everyone in the bar was cowering away from Syverson’s intimidating hulk of a stance, but not me. I’d been with him for too long.

The guy that hit on me was far in retreat but once again, I’d been embarrassed in front of everyone by Sy taking it too seriously. He was so protective and for the most part, I didn’t mind. But I consider myself a woman that can defend herself without the aid of a man, and when said man comes in and threatens to maul any man within a ten foot radius of me, my intimidation factor gets undercut by about fifty percent.

Syverson also had his arms crossed, his legs regulation width apart and back ramrod straight. His size alone was enough to terrify most women, and even some men, but not me. I was far too pissed. Sy furrowed his brow.

“I’ll not have anyone hittin’ on my woman, especially not while I’m there to defend her,” he stated firmly. I rolled my eyes and threw my hands in the air.

“We’re goin’ in circles, and I ain’t doin’ this in public, especially not tonight,” I snapped. I grabbed my clutch and walked out the door, hailing a passing taxi and getting in before I could change my mind. As I gave the driver my address, I looked out the window and saw Syverson standing there, his mouth set in a stern line. A pang of excited fear shot into my belly; I had just left my husband at a bar.

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Syverson made it home about twenty long minutes after I did. They had to have been the most agonizing minutes of my life, and that included the time he suddenly lost phone reception once when he was on tour. I got ready for bed while I waited for him to come home, but I knew sleep would evade me. Back and forth I paced, straightening the décor on our shelves and brushing my hair before finally coming to rest on the bed, my knees pulled up to my chest.

I heard a car door outside and adrenaline coursed through my veins; the front door slamming shut near made me jump out of my skin. My body was rooted to the mattress, fingers fidgeting with the lacey hem of my cotton nightgown nervously. Sy entered our room, glanced at me briefly, then tore off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper as he barricaded himself in our bathroom without a word. I was in so much trouble, and my heart sank down into my stomach. Why of all nights did we have to do this tonight?

It wasn’t long before Syverson came back into the room, scowl still stubbornly etched on his face as he removed the rest of his clothes. He caught my eye and held it in silent warning; I didn’t dare look away. His belt was drawn out of its fabric station slowly and my ass clenched in apprehensive dread, but Sy just dropped it to the floor. My annoyance catapulted over my fear.

“Ya just not gonna talk to me then?” I snapped, shooting him my own glare. Syverson still didn’t speak, simply shucked his legs out of his pants and boxers and climbed under the covers, rolling over so that his back was facing me. That was the last straw.

“Sy…” I drawled, dragging a fingernail down his spine. He rotated his shoulder and huffed, but didn’t turn over. Determined, I tried again, spidering my fingers over the back of his ribs. Syverson spun around with surprising agility for a man so large and in a flash my wrist was seized.

“Best not start somethin’ ya can’t finish, little lady,” he warned, shoving my hand away. He closed his eyes and settled back into the bed. Anyone else would have heeded Sy’s warning, but not me. I needed to talk about it.

“Come on Sy, talk to me,” I pleaded. He just grunted. I assessed the situation, surveying his body for my plan of attack. His big arms protected most of his torso but the blanket had ridden down when he flipped over, and I could see the sharp point of his hip bone cresting through the waves of hair that graced his skin. Bingo.

I crawled on the bed carefully, sneaking a hand beneath the blanket to where Syverson’s warm girth lay nestled between his thighs. He grunted again but shifted to grant me more access; he never could say no to a blow job, no matter how mad he was. I straddled his chest and palmed him softly, smirking as he fell straight into my trap. Instead of leaning over though, I drilled my fingers into the deep pockets of his hips, relishing the way he immediately started huffing and throwing curses my way.

“If ya ain’t gonna talk to me then I’m just gonna tickle ya,” I drawled, scribbling my nails over his sensitive flesh. Sy grunted and jerked but he couldn’t quite get his hands around my torso to reach, the tickles confusing his brain and causing him to lose focus.

“Hmmm… still don’t wanna talk?” I teased, “Fine then, perhaps I should move to yer feet.”

In a flash my ankles were yanked out from under me and I was rolled underneath Sy’s heavy frame, his nimble fingers finding purchase beneath him on my sensitive ribs. I squealed and scrambled for his hands, kicking at him as I tried to stop the tickles. He just climbed on top of me and flipped around to straddle my hips, instantly immobilizing me and removing any notion I had of making it out of this alive.

“Ya think ya can just leave?” Syverson growled, pinning my arms above my head with one hand and returned to digging his fingers into my rib cage. I squealed again and fought to escape, but his thighs were an iron vice around my hips and his rough hand effortlessly held my wrists, locking me in place so that he had all the room in the world to punish me for my behavior.

“Ya thought this was over just cause you were done with it?” His fingers drilled faster, their ferocity matching the scowl on his face as I laughed helplessly.

“Try again, little lady... we ain’t over ‘til I say so.”

With that, he reverted back to his silence. I screamed and pleaded with him but he ignored me, tickling any skin he could find. When he ran out of skin to tickle he simply created more, rucking up my nightgown to gain access to my belly and navel. I laughed and wailed but my cries met a stone wall; I was too ticklish for my own good, and Syverson was mad.

He tore my nightgown completely off me and grabbed my wrists, and I took the brief moment to gasp for air. My respite was short lived however as I noticed his intentions; he was pinning my arms beneath his knees.

“No, Sy NO, PLEASE!!” I protested, pulling uselessly against his brute strength. I knew his game, I knew where he was headed and I didn’t want it.

“I’m sorry,” I begged him. Sy stared at me, hands on his knees, glare still firmly lodged on his face.

“I told ya not to start something ya couldn’t finish,” he said coldly. His hands travelled slowly behind him, resting along the supple flesh on my thighs.

“I know, I--KNOW,” I gasped, kicking at him. Syverson shuffled my body as I spoke, spreading my legs and trapping them between his folded knees.

“Ya just... ya wouldn’t talk to me, Sy. I didn’t want to go to bed upset, not tonight,” I admitted, gazing up at him with round eyes. I struggled under his weight, trembling as his fingertips grazed along the inner tendons that connected my legs to the rest of my body. Sy gave me a look that said I better keep talking, so I continued to explain.

“I don’t need ya to defend me all the time,” I said softly, not wanting to look at him. I knew his face would show that he was hurt, and I was right.

“That’s what I’m here for, bug,” He whispered, staring at my heaving chest as he traced circles along my sensitive loins. I shivered. God, I wanted to reach out and hold him.

“But what about when ya aren’t here?”

Syverson’s head snapped up to look at me, fire and pain flaring in his eyes. I could see that it hadn’t occurred to him that I still got hit on when he was overseas. Remorse and understanding fell over his features, and he nodded in submission.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Still, ya need to pay fer leavin’ the bar without me.”

His fingers picked up their pace and my face scrunched up in agony. I wasn’t gonna get out of this by distracting him, and I was left with no choice but to accept my punishment. Still, I had to try.

“Sy, no don’t--” I managed to get out before he was squeezing those tendons between his thumbs and fingers, pinching every last ticklish nerve along my thighs. I thrashed and screamed, the highest-pitched squeals tumbling from my lips as he laid waste to my secret weakness, fluttering his fingers all over my mound. Time lost all meaning; had it been five minutes? Ten? I didn’t know, all I knew was that instead of tickles, my tortured pussy desired nothing more than for him to split me open and fuck me into the next century.

“NO MORE!” I begged, “SY PLEEEHEHEASE!! NO MOOOHOHORE!!”

His fingers froze and Syverson cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Ya gonna try and fight back?” he questioned, positioning his elbows on either side of my head.

“No sir,” I breathed.

“Who do you belong to?” he growled. My eyes softened and I gazed at his face, desperate to touch him, to comfort him.

“I belong to you.”

“Good girl.”

Sy released my arms and I wrapped them around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as he did the same to me, thrusting into me to be as close as he could. He was hard as a rock, it took no more than five seconds before he was bottomed out and we two had become one flesh. It was an old song and dance and yet every time still felt like the first.

Syverson held me close as I clung to him fiercely, my tears weaving a wet trail into my hair as his embrace coiled around me, suffocating me in the best of ways.

“I’ll be back before you know it, bug,” He crooned against my cheek, but I could hear how choked up he was and I lost it. I would never get used to him leaving.

“You better be,” I sobbed, never wanting this night to end. Tomorrow brought pain, and separation.

“Now now, no tears,” Sy shushed, cradling my face in his hands and wiping the salt that threatened to stain my face. He thrust into me, hard and wanting and I gasped, pitching my hips to meet his. My cervix was on fire, the slightest movement would send me barreling over the edge into bliss. I saw a glint in Sy’s eye, one that told me he was about to be devilishly mischievous and my arms were brought to rest above my head, fingers interlocked with mine, and kisses alighted on my nose and neck as his lips found their way to my ear.

“Keep your arms up, bug,” he ordered, his fingertips spidering softly down my arms. No, I thought, squirming my hips and then gasping in shock as pleasure rocked through my center. Not this. Anything but this. His voice came searing into my mind, sealing my fate with one phrase.

“Yer gonna learn not to start somethin’ ya can’t finish.”

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nano--raptor · 4 years ago

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his sweet softness

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky wants to try domming one night, but he just can’t help being your good boy.

Words: 1490

Warnings: 18+ only! Dom/sub dynamics, gentle dom/sub, soft dom, cursing, very light bondage, oral (male rec), kissing, light mama/mommy kink, cum eating, implied smut

A/N: Written for @the-ss-horniest-book-club for Drunk Drabbles, using the anonymous prompt below. I went gentle here, I didn’t want Bucky to be uncomfortable, I wanted to be considerate and respectful enough.❤ Thank you all so much for reading, I hope you enjoy!💕

Bucky is usually a submissive but wants to try domming one night but he can’t help but drop into sub space in which u reassure him it’s ok to not be dominant

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Bucky asked you about it one night while laying on the couch, watching TV. His head was in your lap and you played with his hair, combing through it, lightly scratching his scalp. He loved it, it always helped him relax. That night though, he was fidgety, nervous, and when you finally asked him what was up, he shyly told you what he’d been thinking about.

“I wanna try domming.”

Now you stood before him in the bedroom, your pants and his shirt already discarded. He fingered the hem of your shirt, before slipping his hands underneath, forgoing his usual caressing against your skin, pulling the shirt up over your head instead. As soon as you were free of the fabric his mouth crashed against yours in a rough kiss and he walked you backwards towards the bed. When your legs bumped against it you sat down on the edge, bouncing slightly. Bucky pointed at your bra, keeping his face neutral.

“Off.” A commanding tone for him, and you complied, unclasping your bra and tossing it aside while holding his gaze. He reached out, grazing his fingers over your breast, and you moaned quietly, sitting nicely, waiting for him to tell you what to do. Bucky trailed his fingers along your skin, up to cup your jaw and you leaned into his touch. It was gentle, and unsure. You knew he was nervous, but he'd wanted to try this, and you wanted to let him explore it. You wanted him to have a good time. If he enjoyed it and wanted to try it again, you were all for it. After all, this was always about pleasure for both of you.

Bucky stepped away and grabbed a silk scarf from the dresser, one that you’d used on him many times before.

“Hold out your wrists.” A little bit stronger this time, and you bit back your proud smile, holding your arms out, wrists together.

“Like this?”

“Quiet.” There it was. More authority, and it sent a tingle down your spine and straight to your core. Bucky tied your wrists together, sliding his finger between to make sure it wasn’t too tight. “That okay?” His eyes flicked to yours as soon as the soft words fell from his mouth, and you saw a flicker of doubt, but you nodded your head, blinking up at him through your lashes. He licked his lips and stepped back, then pointed to the floor in front of him.

“Come here doll.” You stood and walked towards him, a shiver running through you when he told you to get on your knees without touching you.

“Now, put my cock in your mouth. That pretty mouth of yours.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, as if he was shy to talk dirty to you, but you did as he said, smiling sweetly up at him from your knees.

“Yes sir,” you purred, reaching your tied hands up to undo his jeans. Slowly you freed him, his cock already hard and leaking, and you dragged your tongue over his length, licking from base to tip before taking him into your mouth. Bucky moaned, a low growl, and you loved the power you still had over him. You loved making him feel good, sucking him or riding him or even letting him pleasure you to his heart’s content, and you wanted to make his first domming experience good. He was being a very good boy.

Bucky let his head fall back as you sucked and swallowed him down, his tip bumping against your throat. He groaned, hands moving to your hair, holding you gently, as if he was afraid to hurt you. You wanted to tell him don't be shy, to pull your hair, but instead you moaned around him, bobbing your head faster, and his hips bucked into your face. He gasped, then breathed a curse, trying to keep his weakening grasp of control. He looked down at you, eyes dark, lips parted; he was getting close and it sent a thrill through you.

“Ah, so good baby. Yes, fuck. Please…” Closing his eyes, Bucky let his head fall back again, continuing to rock into your mouth, his release building. You sucked harder, deeper, and when he started mumbling, his hands gently circling to the back of your head, you trained your eyes on his face, watching as he started to come undone.

“Please, oh baby, I need it, I need it so bad, please mama…” Bucky’s voice trailed off into a moan, his breathing heavy and your heart clenched as he fell back into that familiar space, begging you now. Your good boy, a sub at heart. You loved him so, and wanted him to feel good, but once he started begging, you slowed your pace. It wasn't in his nature to be rough with you, not without your guidance. He whimpered, bucking his hips again, trying to keep the rhythm going.

“No, please, I need to cum, please let me cum, mama…” When you stopped completely, pulling back and just keeping the head of his cock between your lips, Bucky looked down at you. His pupils were blown, and he looked ruined, his eyes begging you for more. Pulling off of him, you reached up to take his hands, gently pulling him down to the floor with you.

“Please baby…” Bucky knelt in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs, and he almost looked ashamed. You stroked his cheek and hooked your finger under his chin, pulling him close to kiss his lips. He nearly melted into you, whimpering against your mouth as you pushed at his jeans. One of his hands cupped your jaw while his other reached down, helping you push his jeans down, and when they were out of the way you took his cock in your hands, slowly starting to stroke him. His whimpers turned into moans, his mouth moving against yours, hips rolling again as you quickly took him back to the edge. He started begging again, mumbling between kisses.

“Please mama, I need it so bad.” You shushed him, kissing his temple, keeping your lips against his skin.

“S’okay baby. You wanna cum? You’re doing so good baby boy, you wanna cum for mama?” Bucky just whined, nodding and panting and rutting into your hands, and you kept your pace, jerking a little harder until he spilled over you with a loud moan, muscles tight, his hot seed painting your skin. He shuddered, collapsing against you with his head in the crook of your neck.

You lifted your arms up to stroke his cheek, humming gently until he eventually lifted his head, still trying to catch his breath. Catching sight of the scarf still around your wrists, he blushed, reaching up to untie them, pressing kisses to your skin after the fabric fell away. His eyes met yours, full of emotion, and you smiled.

“That feel good baby?” Bucky nodded, ducking his head again, and you brushed the hair out of his face. You could tell he just wanted to lie down in your lap again and you hummed, stroking his hair. “Looks like we need to clean this up first.” His eyes flicked up to yours again and watched as you raised your hand to your lips, licking up his release, and then without a word he lowered his head, trailing his tongue over your thighs, licking them clean. He pressed kisses against your soft skin, then finally laid his head down, nearly collapsing as he let himself relax.

“I’m sorry.” His words stabbed you, your heart clenching again.

“Bucky, you don't need to apologize.”

“I couldn’t do it. I wanted to try, try it for you, and for me. But I just...” You shushed him again, running your fingers through his hair.

“It’s ok sweetheart. It’s completely ok to not be dominant, I love you the way you are. And if you want to try again, we’ll try again.” You could feel him smile against your skin, and you continued. “You’re so good Bucky.”

“Thank you doll. I dunno, I might want to one day.”

“Of course baby. You just let me know. Let me know what you want, and we’ll make each other feel good.” Bucky hummed, bringing his hand up to your thigh, and he lifted his head, blinking up at you while his hand smoothed along your skin until he was fingering the edge of your panties.

“Right now, I wanna make you feel good baby. Just like you did for me.” His eyes flashed and he nibbled his lip, slipping his fingers under the thin fabric to slide it down.

“Well who am I to say no to my eager boy, huh?” Bucky grinned and started gently kissing his way up your body.

"But I did like when you called me sir," he admitted. "I could get used to that."

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