#like GIVE ME BABY DICK WITH WIDE BLUE EYES AND A WIDE SHARP SMILE

[everwalldigan]

I love it when people draw Robin!Dick as a little creepy unsettling child like yes he embodies the blue eyed stare and moves in ways humans were never meant to move in and he never really grew out of it. Like the bright colours, the flips and the quips are so deceiving he’s so unsettling in the way no other Robin could quite replicate. I just know every criminal breathed a sigh of relief when he finally outgrew the tights.

[jwhitewolfbarnes]

You just wanted to rile him up. Make him ache a little, stop giving in so easily. Show him that his pouty face with those baby blues isn’t all powerful like he thinks it is. You’re starting to regret that a tiny bit.

“Right there, John,” you breathe out as he pumps his hips into yours at a steady pace. His reaction is immediate; his hand comes up to grasp at your throat- applying firm, delicious pressure. He forces you to look in his eyes, “Stop fucking calling me that.” Each word punctuated with a sharp, brutal thrust as he moves your legs higher up on his hips. Your mouth drops open in reaction to his bed-shaking movements. “C’mon pretty girl, ya know what I want to hear. Say it, c’mon baby,” he pants out, staring right into your wide eyed face.

Regret may have started to set in, but it hasn’t fully won you over. Another approach, maybe?

“ah fuck Johnny, feels so good,” you manage to stutter out as he continues his punishing pace. His eyes flash with something and you think you might have won this round… until he stops. He moves to pull out, but you snap your legs around his waist before he can make it out all the way. “no, no, no! please Johnny, I’m so close. Please don’t stop baby.”

He chuckles as he drops his hand from your throat and leans down to press his body almost completely against yours. He kisses you, such a filthy and desperate display. “oh, I’m sorry baby… ya close?” His voice is sickeningly sweet as he mocks you, “if ya knew how to act right, I’d give ya exactly what this pussy needs. but yer being a fuckin brat. I just want one thing from ya, thas it. Ya need ma cock so bad, yeah? Say it an I’ll give ‘im back.” He pulls back, pushing your legs off of his waist with an ounce of his obvious strength. His dick slips all the way out as he grits his teeth and you whine. He maneuvers your legs up, hooking one into the crook of his elbow and stretching it outwards. Those fucking blue eyes, clouded over with lust, roam over your entire body. He smacks the tip of his dick on your clit a few times, before smiling cruelly up at you.

“One word an I’ll fill ya up just like ya need. Only good girls get ta cum, wan’ be a good girl? What’s ma name?” Tears are slipping from your eyes from where you’ve been forced away from the cliff of your orgasm. This is decision time, give in to that pretty face and get fucked within an inch of your life? Or say nothing and be forced to watch him jerk off on your stomach before leaving you without orgasm? Pride be damned.

You take in a shuddering breath, reaching up to card your fingers through his shaggy mohawk. You drag him close enough to kiss, and he comes willingly because he knows the battle is over, victory is his. He grins devilishly, knowing his prize is right on the horizon. You brush your lips against his before locking eyes with him and practically purr out the magic words.

“Please make me cum, daddy.” Before you can even blink, he’s fully sheathed inside you. He’s gripping the fat of your thigh and stomach by the handful. Nonsensical praise and filthy dirty talk pour out of him as he watches every last jiggle of your body’s reaction to him fucking you. He may think he’s won this battle, and sure the round may be a point for John, but you also got exactly what you wanted.

Later after he’s thoroughly fucked you, and himself, into exhaustion, you lie there tucked into his side contemplating the best method of revenge. John is blissfully ignorant to your scheming mind as he runs his fingers delicately along the ridges and rolls of your back. He presses loving kisses into your hairline, content to spend the rest of his night tucked impossibly close to your plush body. Glancing up at his unfairly attractive face, an idea forms as your eyes roam the column of his love-bitten neck… seems it might be time to see how potent John’s power is when he’s finally put on a short leash…

a/n: sorry for the poor attempt at a scottish accent :/

[hsr-writing]

kinktober - day eight - lingerie

boothill x reader. nsfw, minors dni. boothill has a silicone dick with sensation. praise, mild overstim mention. sub boothill

You can't stop staring as Boothill turns, examining himself in the mirror on your wall. You're absolutely giddy, grinning at him from where you're lounging on your bed, chin in your hand as you admire him.

White lace was the perfect pick, standing out against the dark metal of his body so beautifully. It helps that the cock he's chosen for the night is a pretty midnight blue. You almost got the one with glitter too, but when it comes to his dicks, Boothill is surprisingly minimalist.

You sigh, smitten and nearly swooning as you eye how the lace underwear clings to the silicone, how the garter belt and garters make it all more lewd, somehow. The lace looks so flimsy stretched over the metal of his body, through you know it's sturdier than it looks.

"You look so good, baby." You croon, grinning wider as Boothill shoots you a pleased look over his shoulder. He turns so you can admire him, posing for you.

"I feel like I'm gonna rip these accidentally," he tells you, and you nearly moan at the thought.

"You should," you breathe, looking up at him through your lashes. "Gives me an excuse to buy you more."

He laughs, boyish and shy, and climbs onto the bed next to you. You sit up, shifting to lean against the headboard as he settles between your thighs.

"So pretty," you murmur, reaching out to snap the elastic of one of the garters. "How's it feel?"

He hums a little, his hands smoothing up your thighs as he considers the question. "I feel good, look good too. I like how it looks, all delicate like."

You reach up to cradle his cheek, guiding him down to kiss him. You smile against his lips, then coo a soft, "Good boy."

He shivers, his cooling fans whirring to life as he blushes. He always responds so beautifully to praise, all sweet and bashful when you spoil him with fancy upgrades and affection and trinkets.

"Tell me how it feels against your cock," you command, knowing he can be extra sensitive, his lack of sensory input overall making the things he can feel extra intense.

He groans, ducking his head to press his face against your neck. You give him a little hum, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. You give him time to put his thoughts together, patient as you feel him squirm slightly.

"It's- It's softer than I thought it'd be," he finally says, his voice rough. "Soft and- clingy. I like the stretch of it, how it makes it feel like it's wrapped around me."

You reward him with another kiss, praise murmured against his lips as he preens. You reach down, palming over his cock and swallowing his needy moan. The lace is lovely under your fingertips, the texture against the fat swell of his cock making you shiver in delight.

Boothill moans, soft and breathy as you lightly touch him, teasing his cock and watching as synthetic precum begins to soak the lace. You don't stop until he's a panting mess, his hips twitching as he works to be good and not thrust into your hand.

"C'mere baby," you hum, spreading your legs wide for him. He groans as he shuffles forward until his lace covered cock is pressed against your naked pussy. He rests his forehead on your shoulder and moans as he grinds against you.

"F-Fudge, you feeling so- so good," he chokes, biting back a whimper as your arousal adds to the mess of his precum turning the pretty white lace transparent.

You press a kiss to the side of his head, smiling as you bite back a giggle.

"If you can come like this, I'll ride you after," you offer, then squeak as he thrusts hard against you. He loves when you ride him, enough to shake off the bliss of obedience and praise to grind hard enough to move your hips if he weren't pinning them down.

His sharp teeth nip at your throat and you laugh, the sound turning into a moan as he sucks a mark.

You should buy him lingerie more often.

[bump1nthen1ght]

A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 5 (Collaring)

Kink: Collaring

Pairing: Male!Werewolf x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Pet Play, Cowgirl Position, Creampie

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 1053 words

Kinktober Masterlist

“Well, Ain’t you a pretty sight.”

A claw tips up your jaw, the sharp tip lying dangerously close to your jugular. The owner of this claw admires the way you swallow, the way your throat muscles roll down, massaging tension all the way down to your shoulders. That pretty neck is complemented by the baby-blue collar wrapped around it, decorated with studs and a big, obvious tag. It reads “Baby Doll”, a nickname you’ve learned to love, especially when it’s said with a rough southern accent, slow and sweet as honey.

A bead of sweat rolls down your back, Dawson’s body heat surrounding you on all sides as you sit in between his things. It’s multiplied by the thick layer of chestnut-brown fur that brushes against your slick skin. It’s silky soft, reminding you that you need to buy more of his shampoo.

A warm paw rests on top of your head and you quickly nuzzle into it. Dawson chuckles.

“Such a sweet pet.”

That same claw scratches below your chin, another wave of goosebumps rolling down your arms.

“You’ve been so good so far. Do you think you deserve a reward?”

You nod eagerly, making sure to not say a word out of turn. Even if Dawson’s spanks always send a pleasant pulse to your core, you think your bottom is too raw now to handle any more.

“Hmm, I think so too.”

Dawson pats his thick thigh, right next to the large bulge in his boxer briefs. You hop up, easily slotting your legs over his and straddling his waist. “Up.” Dawson gestures and you obediently lift your hips. He is gentle in pulling out the butt plug, rubbing the sore spot on your ass as he does so.

The emptiness in your gut makes you want to whine, but now you know you’re getting a reward; You’ll be filled soon enough.

Dawson lazily fishes his cock out of his boxers, stroking it twice before guiding your hand to his base. Without instruction you know exactly what to do, squeezing before jerking him off nice and slow, just how he likes.

Dawson clenches his eyes, a bit of his tongue blepping out as he takes in a deep breath. A thick glob of precum beads at his slit, making your mouth water.

“Alright, sweetie.” Dawson pushes your hands away, quickly grabbing hold of your hips. You once again lift them, shimmying to line your hole up with Dawson’s cockhead. “Excited, are we?”

You nod, eyes still locked on his glistening head, when Dawson tilts your chin.

“Look me in the eyes, Baby Doll.”

Dawson easily keeps you upright with one hand as his other adjusts his dick, pressing the tip against your eager hole. You make sure to keep your gaze on him, even as he slowly stretches you out, knowing how cross he gets when he can’t see your pretty eyes.

“Hmm, a nice snug fit. As always.” Dawson gives another soft rub to your ass, scooting his hip to get a better angle. You let out a breathless moan, fingers curling into his chest fur as you sink down his shaft. Even with prep, that pleasurable burn is still there.

Another full body shiver wracks you as you hit the bottom of Dawson’s cock, the head seated nicely in your guts. Dawson gives you a wide smile, all teeth and genuine pride. He takes a claw and flicks at your tag. It only makes his smile wider.

“Alright, Baby Doll. Let me treat you.”

Dawson slots his hands around your hips, making sure not to dig his claws into your skin, and easily raises you off his shaft. Only the tip remains, but the fading afterimage of his cock inside you still has your insides burning. Or maybe it's just knowing what comes next.

With a combination of raising his hips and pushing you down, you’re slammed back on Dawson's cock, sparks shooting through your vision. Dawson chuckles as your eyelids flutter. He hadn’t told you you could look away, but he’s feeling merciful given your current position.

Dawson lifts you up again, dropping you quicker this time. It’s about all the “warm-up” you’ll get, as Dawson quickly begins to jerk your body up and down like a fleshlight. His biceps flex as he moves you up and down, but his wolf form shows no exertion in the motion. All the better for you and him.

“O-oh fuck Baby Doll, how’d you still feel so damn,” Dawson swivels his hips upwards, making sure his cockhead rubs against your inner walls, “-good, even now?”

You reply with whines and breathless moans, fingers digging into Dawsons chest as your back arches into his thrusts. His heavy balls slap into your ass cheeks, slick with sweat and bodily fluids. You can feel his cock twitching inside you, a pulse of blood shooting up the shaft as he ruins you.

Every part of your body feels buzzed, tingly from the rapid barrage against your sensitive insides. Dawson’s gruff moans and grunts only make you tighten and squeeze him, which gets you a rumbling groan deep from his chest.

One of Dawson’s hands moves up from your hip and grabs at your collar, yanking your face towards his for a sloppy kiss. The soft material luckily doesn’t chafe against your bouncing neck, Dawson now using one arm to support you as he humps upward. Those heavy balls feel tight as they hit your backside, his cock twitching more and more as Dawson chases his high.

Drool and slobber drip down your chin as you submit to Dawson’s heavy kisses, swallowing his pleasured “fuck”’s with delight. That buzzing feeling has shifted up to your face, your abdomen tightening as your orgasms come close to the peak.

“Imma fill you up, Baby Doll.” Dawson urges, and you give a haphazard nod. Your hole squeezes tight, tighter, and tighter until-

“Shit!” Dawson howls, hot streams of cum shooting up inside you. Your body spasms as your climax hits at the same time, milking Dawson’s cock for every last drop out of his balls.

You both collapse into each other, your nose stuffed into sweaty fur as Dawson pants, tongue lolled out.

Dawson fiddles with your collar, rubbing your sore neck.

“So sweet to me, Baby Doll.”

[ella-nicole]

EVERYTHING ELSE | detective/bodyguard au

D. GRAYSON x f! reader

warnings: mature language, slight angst, slight make-out sesh

"I just don't understand you, Dick," I breathe out, my voice low but full of frustration. We were facing each other, but he wasn't looking at me. His attention was focused on the tiny screen in his hands, displaying footage of every corner in this hotel.

Which he spent all damn night hooking up.

"It's not your job to understand, baby." His words were a distracted rumble in his chest, and that only fuels my frustration towards him. Once again, blowing me off. Does he not take me seriously? Or was this nonchalant bullshit a part of his job description?

"I wasn't aware that this was just a job for you," I spit out, hands balled into fists at my sides. Finally, his deep blue eyes reach mine. I see a flicker of shock pass on his face moments after his eyes scanned my expression, followed quickly by a gentle look.

The corners of his lips curve up, the white of his teeth peeking through the pink of his lips as he attaches the screen to his belt.

My shoulders are still tense, and my glare is still sharp as he closes the distance between us in two long strides.

"It's my duty to make sure you're safe," He breathes out my name in a soothing manner, his hands finding themselves gently cupping my upper arms. The warmth of them sent a pleasant tingle down my spine. I understood what he was trying to say, but there was an itch in the back of my mind that forced the next sentence from my lips.

"Is that what I am? A duty?" I question softly, the bite in my voice whimpering down to a small whine. He was looking down at me, that sweet, gentle smile still carved on his lips. His gaze made me soften, my shoulders sagging as the tension was replaced with defeat and a hint of insecurity.

He didn't say anything for a moment, eyes wandering across my face like he was just discovering me. Mapping my features delicately, and I wonder for a moment if he is memorizing me.

"A duty, a friend," He pauses, one hand grazing higher on my skin until the palm of his hand was cupping my jaw. "A love." His thumb brushes my lower lip and my stomach flutters at the gesture, entranced by the tenderness behind it.

His neck cranes down, head tilting slightly to slot perfectly against mine, nose brushing the the apple of my cheek. His free hand flattens on my lower back, pulling me flush against his front. We were centimeters away, nearly touching, but not. I chase his lips subconsciously, eyes dilated and pointed on the pink pillows below his nose. He doesn't satisfy me yet, his thumb tugging my lower lip down once more as his low-lidded eyes stare intently into my own.

"My position as your protector is one I chose to fulfill, sweetheart." When he speaks, the warmth of his breath fans out on my cheek. My hands latch onto the bagginess of his t-shirt, trying to keep my wobbly knees from collapsing.

By this time, I can't even remember why he was talking and not shoving his tongue down my throat.

"And if you think I do this with everyone I have to protect-- you're wrong. Giving you my heart was the last thing I expected," he tilts my head up, our lips brushing every time he speaks. "But, in there, you will always be my woman first, and my everything else second."

I can't tell if he was finished or not, but that was probably because I yanked his head down and kissed him like my life depended on it. I feel him laugh into the kiss, his large hands sneaking down and cupping my backside greedily. Our lips slotted against each other sloppily, his tongue dragging against the roof of my mouth and the sensation draws a moan from my lungs. He swallows the sound eagerly, using his thumb to pull my chin down, opening my mouth more and tilting his head to delve deeper.

I feel arousal pool into my lower belly.

He pulls away from me, despite my whine of disapproval, and grins wide. My eyes flutter open, dazed as he looks down at me with that stupid, charming smile.

"I wonder what I said that made you get all hot and bothered? I'm gonna have to say it more often." He chuckles. I roll my eyes, wiping my lip gloss off of his lips.

"Dick."

"Are you trying to get my attention or insult me?"

"Both."

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word count: 769

Cute little something!

xoxo,

ella nicole 💓

[bucknastysbabe]

Pegging with Bucky!! I'm begging you, I need it 😩

JUST 4 YOU MY ICON AND LEGEND❤️❤️

Kink Bingo - Pegging

Rating: Explicit

Tags: BUCKY IS BABY CHOMP, pegging, beefy Bucky, dom!reader, multiple orgasms, riding The Strap like a champ, not really Buck gets overwhelmed like 10 strokes in, man tears per usual

You slid your warm palms up Bucky’s tensed back, thick muscles knotted up in anticipation. Snug against his wide body you cooed, “Think you can take my cock honey?,” you ground the strap against the brunette’s well-stretched hole, “I already prepped you but you’re sooo tight.”

Bucky turned to face you, veins pulsing in his neck. His full lips moved but he could only seem to blabber, “Nngh- baby- please!” You had already wrung out an orgasm from fingering the former assassin open, so he was particularly spacey and needy.

You smiled a soft smile, reserved for your baby boy. He nuzzled into your gentle touch, blue eyes so achingly wide and trusting. Bucky ground back against the silicone toy, whining about ‘your cock’.

“I don’t know sweetie- you’re my big boy but your hole is tiny.”

Bucky trembled and his face fell at the idea of not being stuffed up from your cock. He pressed a stubbled jaw into your palm, begging silently. The man eventually managed, “Noo- I can take it, pleasepleasepleaseplease!” You shushed his frantic rambling and soothed, “Hush now, I’m just playing sweetheart.”

You tucked sweaty hair behind his ear, pressing featherlight kisses down Bucky’s twitching back. While your hands settled on his hips, head of the cock ready to spear Buck, you sighed, “Gonna fuck you good and hard baby doll, don’t cry.” He’d still cry, but you’d lick the tears up. Bucky cried pretty like that.

With a gasp from Buck you breached his tight rim, easing the fake dick in carefully slow. The brunette’s arms went limp and he twisted big hands into the pillow, whimpering. He tried to shove himself on your strap— earning a sharp swat to his muscled ass. You chided, “Bad boy, last thing I want is to hurt you because you’re a slut!”

Bucky moaned, “S-sorry m’sorry I’ll be a good boy!” You softened at the pained expression, giving him a pinch to the soft skin below his belly button. The brunette whined and tried his damnedest to stay still, ripping the pillowcase a little. He bit down on the inside of his cheek when you sank in just a bit deeper.

“That’s it, taking me so well Buck,” you sighed.

You canted forward, watching him swallow your cock easy as usual. Bucky’s strong back arched when your hips finally came flush to his own, mouth hung open. The brunette gaped, mumbling nonsense to himself. You grabbed onto long locks and pulled his head back a little, asking directly, “What’s that baby?”

Bucky gasped, titanium arm shifting and readjusting in the stagnant pause. He bit out in a small voice, “You’re s’big it feels- hah, good.” You grinned and pulled your hips back, darkly watching Bucky’s rim stretch around the girth of your strap. You snapped back shallowly, watching his bared throat bob with a bitten-off whine.

“God you’re fucking pretty Buck, made for taking my dick hm?”

More shallow thrusts, teasing him real good ensued. You moaned softly at the feeling of the harness rubbing against your swollen cunt. Bucky mewled, “Can I ride it? Please- please wanna be good for you?” He posed it as a question, you hiding a laugh at the poor baby’s shitty begging.

You decided to have your fun with Bucky, casually replying, “Sure baby, but you gotta do all the work,” you leaned forward to get at his puffy lips and breathed, “Since you wanna be a big boy, I’ll let you choose your pace.” His glossy blues darkened and the brunette licked into your mouth eagerly.

You sat back on your ass and pulled Buck along, trying to keep him from sliding off. He whined at the change of angle, bouncing on you like he was getting paid. Bucky couldn’t focus on two things at once so you moved away from his sloppy mouth to watch the show instead.

The soldier whined— all pouted up from the loss of your lips. When Bucky rocked down onto your cock at the right angle the slight was forgotten with a slutty moan. You gripped his hips and ushered him along with praises. You could hear his flushed cock bouncing against his taut belly, slick sounds gracing your ears.

Bucky shivered and paused on a particularly brutal thrust, drooling over himself from the cock jamming into his prostate. You laughed, “S’that your sweet spot Buck? I can hear you going dumb for it.” He jerkily nodded and tried to move again, getting stuck on the next dive onto the fake dick.

His voice pitched up and Buck erupted into goosebumps. You slid your hands up his body to pull at tight nipples. Bucky eloquently whined, “Ah- oh- baby, ah!” He gave an attempt to ride again and stopped, moaning deep in his chest, crying your name. You knew he was trying to keep going but failing miserably.

You pinched at the left peak and murmured, “You gonna cum on my cock baby boy? Want me to take over? I won’t be mad.”

He looked over a broad shoulder, pretty pretty face crumpled and red. You could eat him up. Using a gentle hand you pushed the super soldier back into the beginning position, now practically straddling his ass. Bucky twitched again, whining brokenly like a bitch in heat. You relentlessly battered his ass this time— pouring all of your energy and focus into that spot.

Bucky shouted breathlessly, going tight and unmoving under your thrusts. He cried thinly, “Don’t stop don’t stop s’good don’t stop!” You thought about jacking his perfect cock off but stopped when the brunette started sobbing. He spread his thick thighs wiiiide open and cried out high and wanton.

You gripped onto his tight waist, gritting your teeth in exertion. Bucky was falling apart quickly under you, trembling and carrying on like he did on the cusp of blowing. The brunette’s blue eyes were red-rimmed now as he stared at you. He blubbered, “Kiss me, gonna come, close for you!” You grinned at the last part, seizing Buck’s drooling mouth.

You panted into the lip lock, beginning to grow tired from the forceful ministrations, but Bucky fared no better. He could barely kiss— too busy getting noise after pitiful noise fucked out of him. He whined in warning, “Cumming!”

You paused and watched in awe. Bucky was practically divine when he came. He cried fat tears and shakily puffed whiny yelps of your name, violently twitching from head to toe. He tossed his head back, then forward to watch you fuck more cum out of him. His ruddy cock finished on his belly and copiously onto the sheets below.

You sank deep a final time, Buck beginning to grow limp from his bone crushing orgasm. Licking at his tears you moaned, “Good fucking boy.” Bucky was laying on his belly now, panting harshly, sporadically sobbing. He rasped, “Another.” You raised a brow, laughing in surprise.

“Sure thing soldier,” you replied.

[writing-desk-rae]

🌸 could I get a sneak peak at what made Songbird start going by sir instead of ma’am? Pretty please with a maverick on top?

It's in very early draft mode but YES

Spoilers below for Flight Path, Burning In

***

Songbird strut into the officers club, a secret smile on her lips and her eyes sharp.

Slider had set down the challenge and she'd met it, dolled up in a long sleeved jumpsuit the same shade of blue as the uniform and heals that she could kill a man with. She could "cleaned up nice" after all, so there Admiral.

She settled in at the bar, waiting for Slider to join her and ordered a small glass of wine to tide her over.

A young junior lieutenant with a smug grin slid into her space.

"Why don't you go ahead and put that drink on my tab, baby."

Wow.

"I'm good, thanks."

"Don't be like that. I'm Tony. Tony Jenks. Folks round here call me Mustang."

Songbird rolled her eyes and rooted around in her clutch for the "emergency" cigar Mav had slipped her before her flight and Carol's lighter.

"Not interested, Sailor. Thanks for the offer."

"Come on, only one reason a girl like you comes to a navy bar, and we all know it."

"Excuse me?" She shot him a look of disgust, and started to turn away.

His had grabbed her wrist that was in the bag, and her eyes snapped up to him with a dead, viperous stare. He paid it no mind and squeezed a little tighter, "so how about that drink."

"Fucks sake Mustang, she said no. Knock it the fuck off," another southern drawl in a navy uniform popped up behind him. Mustang turned to the newcomer with a snarl but the newcomers eyes caught on Songbirds other wrist, where her sleeve had started to roll up. He examined the half covered SEAL tattoo before looking Songbird directly in the eye.

You got this? He seamed to be asking.

She dismissed him with a tick of her head and he bowed out, leaving the oblivious Mustang to give her a smarmy smile.

"So, drink or bathroom?"

Wow.

"Son, if you want to keep that hand, you're gunna want to take it off me."

"Listen here Bitch-"

Times up.

She dropped her clutch and slammed one hand hard into his breast bone ones, followed by a second hit up into his diaphragm. With her other hand, she reversed the grip he had on her wrist and twisted until his arm was up behind his back to the point of almost dislocation, thumb already out of its socket.

She held him in that position for a moment as the bar went quiet.

"I wouldn't struggle. If you do, your shoulder joint's going to pop. So. Here's what's going to happen. You're going to give your card to the long suffering barman, and he's going to put my drinks for the night on your tab. And your going to go back to your friends and consider a few things. Firstly, no means no. Secondly, women in navy bars don't owe you shit just because you're in uniform. And third. Just because they're a lady and in civies doesn't mean they're not navy. So be careful because they might just out rank you."

Mustang froze, and closed his eyes. He slowly reached into his pocket and handed his whole wallet to the frowning barman.

"I see you've got things well in hand, lieutenant commander."

"Admiral," she drawled and Slider came up beside her, also in his civies, "I'd salute, but."

"Don't let me interrupt. Been introducing yourself to your new squad leader, have you, Jenks."

"Sir," Mustang murmered weakly, wishing he was anywhere else right now.

Songbird let out a harsh laugh, before throwing Mustang away. He stumbled before righting himself, and she cast a sneering look over him. "This is what I'm working with?"

"I'm sure you'll whip them into shape."

Mustang flushed in humiliation, and started to back away.

"Lieutenant," she stopped him, "I think, going forward, it would be best if, for the purpose of this and all future interaction between us, you consider my dick bigger than yours, yes?"

Slider snorted and turned away, and behind Mustang, at the table holding what must be the rest of her new squad, the other aviator from earlier was grinning wide, toothpick balanced on his tongue.

"Yes, Ma'am," Mustang ground out, flushing even deeper.

"I'm sorry? Yes, what?"

He swallowed hard, before snapping to attention, holding a salute, "yes, sir."

See looked at him for a moment, then dismissed him with a flick of her fingers, "dismissed."

He slunk back to his table and she didn't watch him go, turning instead to the grinning Admiral. They shared a low high five out of everyones sight, before turning back to the bar and ordering fresh drinks.

"I think your the best gift Ice has ever given me."

"I'm keeping the "sir", just so you know."

[lix-ables]

°꒰ drunk on you ─── b.chan. ꒱

pairing. chan x f.reader.

[minors dni, smut includes f rec (cunnilingus + fingering), oral fixation, sub chan (sir be vv cocky at the end), degradation (chan gets called a brat, dumb, needy and pathetic), panty smelling, etc]

synopsis. where your boyfriend offers begs to eat you out.

word count. 1743. masterlist

note. so that one ask made me wanna write pussy drunk chan,, and this is just stuck in my head, im in my delulu hours for sub chan hhhh,, this is part 1/2. enjoy lovvies ‹3

“open wider, that’s a good boy.” a whimper leaves chan’s throat as he closes his lips around your thumb, while your other hand plays with the top button of his dress shirt. letting your hand trail his now exposed collar bone, before resting your palm at the spot just above where you could feel his heartbeat. “so pretty for me, aren’t you?”

chan lets his tongue twirl around your finger, his eyes staring up at you as he moves his hand from his sides to touch you. a small slap to his arm makes his tongue stop moving, his lips removing themselves from your thumb with a small pop. “i asked you a question, baby. are you or are you not being pretty for me right now?” your words make him nod almost immediately, his fingers reaching to curl themselves around your wrist in hopes of getting your thumb back in his mouth. he needed it, still does, especially now.

the way you were sitting on his lap, in nothing but the new baby blue lingerie set you got for his birthday, the way your fingers now rested on his shoulder, your nails could dig into his skin if you wanted to, and chan would let that happen, with how needy he was currently being. he could feel his dick getting tighter in his sweats, and you grinding your almost bare cunt directly on it wasn’t helping at all. his eyes kept shifting to the way you moved against him, his eyes watching how your tits are now pressed up against his chest, and he could feel it against his skin, like he wasn’t wearing a shirt. he wished so bad he was shirtless. oh just to feel that rough material rub against his pecs as you teased him even more.

another slap to his thigh got him focused on you again. a sigh left your lips when you finally got him to look at you. “dreaming are we? didn’t i just ask you something? you’re deciding to be such a brat today, channie.”

those words got him shaking his head, letting his mouth fall wide open, a reply ready at his throat but refusing to leave it. “too dumb to speak, hm? how about you just nod yes or no, can we do that?” a single nod from the boy under you gets you smirking as you watch his expressions when you shift and adjust yourself on his lap. a sharp intake of breath from him gets you smiling at how desperate he was being. “you’re going to have to use your words as well, okay? or i’m not giving you anything. i’m going to leave you here and play with myself if you don’t specify, yeah?”

a small hum from him gives you a sign to continue, so you slip your hand into his shirt, your fingers travelling upward only to hear a grunt leave him. “what is it? and don’t forget to use your words, baby.”

“wanna touch -”

“touch what? didn’t i tell you to use your fucking words? it would honestly upset me if i had to leave you here, all needy, all by yourself,” you whisper to chan, fingers working to remove another button on his shirt. “you, please,” he lets out, and its almost like a mumble. a slow movement of your hips against him makes chan whimper, his hands that lay by his sides moving slowly, but carefully. instead of reaching for you like you expected him to, he curls his fingers into fists to stop himself from touching you.

“such a good boy, holding yourself back from touching me. you really want to listen don’t you?”

“just want you to continue touching me please,” chan replies, and you notice how he was still having his hands in fists. “just a minute ago, you asked to touch me. now you want me to touch you? you’re going to have to decide on just one, channie. i’m not giving you both.”

a frustrated whine makes you get off his lap, leaving him to stare at you, confused and very evidently needy. “c’mere,” you call for him, watching him stumble just a single step forward to where you were standing. “already weak, hm?” chan shamelessly nods, admitting he was weak for you, and looks at your face as you let your eyes fall at his boner. “need your shirt off, baby. surely you’re not weak enough for that simple thing, right?”

instead of replying, chan’s fingers work on removing the rest of his buttons on his shirt, his eyes fixed on you. you make your way to the couch where you previously were, leaving chan with a puzzled look on his face, before calling him to stand in front of you. “on your knees, love. if you behave, i’ll let you fuck me, okay?”

getting on his knees as he watches you spread your legs, enough for him to have a small peek at the design on your panties, along with a small damp stain at the centre, the sight itself making him groan out loud. “can i please -” “what, channie? eat me out, or just touch?”

“wanna eat you out, please. want to make you feel so good,” chan mutters, letting his head hang low, before you lean forward to tilt his chin up so he’s looking at you. “look at you being so polite while pleading to eat me out. how badly do you want to make me feel good?”

“so bad. want to taste you on my tongue, please. need to.”

now, until today you didn’t realise how bad chan’s oral fixation was. sure enough, previously he’s always wanted to have his mouth on your body, or always leaving kisses to your face. you remember when he first asked you if he could suck on your fingers, but he was shy about it. until you saw agreed and watched him twirl his tongue around your index finger, watched him have his lips wrapped around it, and watched him whine, letting the vibrations hit all the way down to your pussy, getting you wet almost immediately. any other day it was him wanting to suck on your nipples, wanting to mark them up, wanting to watch certain places on your skin darken up and become a deep shade of purple or red.

“i love how excited you are, baby,” you chuckle at him, seeing him smile at your words. “hands at the back, i don’t want to see your hands coming to touch me. or you won’t get to taste me at all.” with his hands behind his back, chan watches you with his brown eyes, as you shift your panties to the side, your fingers making their way to touch your inner thighs, your fingers trailing up to your clit, rubbing small circles to it, but before continuing, you let your fingers hook themselves at the waistband of the panties, removing it slowly, your eyes still looking at chan, and by now, you know he’s already lost his mind watching you tease him with your actions.

“c’mere, channie. hold on to these for me, okay?” you crumple the panties in your fist, giving it to chan, who’s hand grabbed them quickly, his fist holding them tightly, not wanting to let them go anytime soon. “such a pathetic baby, doesn’t it seem too filthy? always wanting to have your mouth on me?” you ask him as your fingers guide his face to your cunt, letting his nose nuzzle your clit a little, the small touch making your head press against the couch. “always begging to have more, always begging.”

chan hums in reply, opening his mouth to let his tongue lick a single stripe of wetness that formed, a groan leaving his throat as he inches closer to the couch, almost as though he was pressed up against your body and the couch, making sure there was no gap between you and his body.

he feels your leg lift up, and rest on his shoulder, your fingers tugging on his hair as your felt his nose press up against your clit way more than earlier - if anything was heaven, it was chan’s tongue, flat against your pussy, while his lips kept sucking on it. “hmmm, don’t tease baby. remember what i said… fuck, just like that -” you pant, grinding your hips against his face, making chan grip onto your panties tighter, feeling his nails dig into his palm, drawing cresents to his skin.

he loved it when you moved your hips into his face, or when your hips bucked into his hand when he fingered you. just thinking about the time you came on his face, and when he licked you dry, got him shy when it came to his mind once again.

“i love seeing you get so flustered. it’s cute -” you manage, fingers tightening and tangling into his hair a little more, a broken moan leaving your lips. you felt your mouth dry up every time you took a breath, feeling yourself get closer to your high, but you pushed chan away, making him whine in protest.

“no, channie. not now. maybe if you fucked me good, i’ll come around your pretty dick hm?”

“you really like teasing me, don’t you?” chan whispers, leaning his head to rest it on your thigh, bringing his fingers to curl around your leg and squeeze it. he presses a kiss to your skin as he watches your fingers move to rub small but fast patterns to your clit. “since you’re not finishing what you start, i might as well do it myself,” you huff. chan smiles, bringing your panties up to his nose, smelling it before he catches it between his teeth, holding it there, while his other hand moves to rest on your pussy, letting his middle finger slip into your cunt, a grunt leaving him when he feels your walls tighten around his finger.

“is this how tight you’re going to be around my cock?” chan asks, pumping his fingers in and out of you, while you rub faster around your clit, nodding at his question. “okay, that’s enough sweetheart. it’s my turn to take okay, yeah?” he whispers, pulling his finger out of you, bringing it to his lips, before tasting you, sucking it clean, and taking those same fingers to wrap around your wrist to stop your movements.

“my turn to play, okay?”

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[ragingbookdragon]

Even Though We May Be Hopeless Hearts Just Passing Through, I Was Made For Loving You PT. 1

Batsis x Kyle Rayner

Word Count: 2.1K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I realize the other story didn't follow the whole, dating the brother's best friend trope, so I decided to remedy it. And what do you get when you cross a hopeless romantic with someone who's new to love? Perfection. That's what. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Saturday mornings, in Dick’s opinion, were meant for sleeping in and quite possibly going to IHOP when everyone finally crawled out of bed at ten. They were not meant for being shoved in the side by a little brother.

“Golden-boy,” a voice grouched from beneath the bedside. “Your phone’s been going off for an hour. Either put it on silent or answer the goddamn thing.”

Dick let out a tired ‘pfft’, rolling onto his stomach, face buried in the side of the bed as he looked down to the floor. “Annoyed much, Little-wing?”

“I am going to shove that phone so far up your—”

Reaching over, Dick put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

Where are you?

“Still in bed,” he responded, sentence ending in a groan as he stretched. “Why?”

You were supposed to be on the flight back to Gotham two hours ago.

Dick’s eyes went wide, and he sat up, gaping at the bedside clock. “It’s today.”

It is today. I can’t believe you forgot it was today.

“Oh my God, it’s today and we missed our flight.” He stumbled out of the bed, barely registering the shout from Jason as his foot landed in his brother’s stomach. “Jason, get up! It’s today!’

“What’s today?” his little brother griped, rubbing his abdomen.

“(Y/N)’s coming back!”

Jason’s eyes went wide, and he scrambled to his feet, hurriedly finding his bag to change out of his nightclothes. “Christ, I can’t believe we forgot that (Y/N) was coming home today!” he looked at Dick. “This is your fault.”

“My fault?” Dick yelped. “How is this my fault!”

He scowled. “Big brother wanted everyone to be with a sibling for the night, so they’d be together and be punctual but you and I both know neither of us have any concept of time.” His scowl grew. “I knew I should’ve bunked with Cass. She’s on time no matter what happens.”

Dick threw Jason’s sweatshirt at him. “Dress now, bitch later.” He put the phone back to his ear. “We missed our flight, but we can drive there.”

Your car’s in the shop.

“Shit,” he hissed, spinning in a circle to help his brain circuit enough to think of something new. “Uh-uh-uh—”

“Kyle!” Jason shouted, pointing at him. “Kyle’s like thirty minutes away from Manhattan! We’ll go to him for a ride!”

Dick grinned. “We’ll find Kyle.”

You sure Kyle’s at home?

“Pfft, Kyle’s always home on the weekends. He’s lazy.”

Just get here. (Y/N)’s plane is going to land in less than four hours.

“We’ll be there,” he said. “Is Diana coming too?”

Of course. She is (Y/N)’s mother.

“Nice. Alright, see you in Gotham, Bruce.”

Love you boys. And be careful. I’ve already heard that Cass, Tim, and Steph got into a fender-bender with Damian and Duke.

Dick blinked. “They’re…they’re legitimately driving separate cars? How’d they hit each other?”

Don’t ask.

The line went dead, and Dick looked at his brother. “Ready?”

Jason nodded. “Already got an Uber to Kyle’s place.”

“We could always just Uber to Gotham?” he offered, and Jason recoiled with a shocked look.

“And pay a ridiculous amount of money instead of just paying Kyle’s gas? Fuck no, big brother.” He shoved his wallet and keys into his pockets. “C’mon!” he chirped, rather excitedly. “Our baby sister’s coming home!”

***

When he swung the door open to yell at whoever was pounding on it, he wasn’t expecting to see two of his best friends grinning like idiots. “Wha—”

He’d barely gotten a word out when Jason shoved a bag of fast food in his hands. “Get dressed. You’ve gotta drive us to Gotham City.”

Kyle blinked, glancing down at the bag before looking at Dick. “Why?”

“Our sister’s coming home, and we overslept and missed out flight outta here.”

“And you came to me…why?” he asked.

“Because you have the functioning car.” Jason retorted, antsy on his feet. “C’mon Kyle. We have to hurry! (Y/N)’s coming home!”

Figuring it was better to agree than to argue, Kyle relented, handing back the bag of food before he disappeared into his apartment, reappearing moments later, dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, a graphic tee, and his usual slim casual jacket. He took the bag back and started digging around in it.

“Who’s (Y/N)?” he inquired, biting into a breakfast burrito as he locked his front door behind him.

“Our baby sister.” Jason said.

“I thought Cass was your baby sister?”

Dick nodded, getting out his own breakfast from the bag. “She is. But (Y/N)’s like…the OG baby sister.”

Kyle blinked, glancing over at him as he pushed the elevator button. “That makes no sense.”

“He means that (Y/N) was around before Cass was.”

“And she isn’t with you guys why?”

“She’s been on Themyscira for the last few years training with her grandmother and the other Amazons.” Jason answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world, stepping onto the elevator.

Kyle merely stared at the two brothers who were looking back at him; he felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “Wait, your sister’s an Amazon?”

“Yep.”

“Who’s her mom?” he asked, stepping between them.

“Wonder Woman.” Dick said.

Strike two. “Who’s her dad?”

“Batman.” Jason responded.

Believe it or not, Kyle went three for three punches to the gut. “Bruce and Diana had a kid together?”

“Yeah.” Dick murmured. “I think it’s also why B’s so insistent against inter-team-relations.” He nudged Jason behind Kyle. “First time he attempts dating a coworker he ends up with a baby.”

Jason snorted. “And all those lessons about, ‘Children, whatever you do, don’t date anyone on your team. It’ll only lead to babies and limited visitation’.” He laughed again, then he frowned. “I don’t think any of us have followed that lesson.”

Dick opened his mouth to make an excuse but all that came out was a pitiful, deflate of air followed by, “That’s actually a good point.”

The elevator dinged and they watched the doors open before walking out towards the parking garage. They climbed into Kyle’s car, Jason in the front because his legs were longer than Dick’s, and Dick was a contortionist anyways so if anyone deserved to have their knees in their chest, it was him.

Halfway through the drive Kyle asked, “You guys are paying for my gas, aren’t you?”

All he received was unsure responses and he merely sighed.

***

He figured he should’ve just dropped Jason and Dick off at the airport in Gotham and drove home, but he couldn’t help but want to see just what the daughter of Wonder Woman and Batman looked like. He imagined a little girl dressed in a Batman suit three sizes too big and wielding a sword and a lasso way too heavy for her. It made him smile, the way that the two brothers gushed about (Y/N). From their praise, she was their world. Kyle had to see her though, because nothing was going to satiate that curiosity of seeing the big Batman’s daughter.

He watched Dick and Jason crane their necks like birds as they looked around. And honestly, the family shouldn’t have been that hard to find considering that every time Kyle was around the entirety of the Batfamily, they were like psychos on steroids—he very much so understood why the entirety of Gotham’s villains became flighty when every member of the Batfamily was out patrolling.

Kyle wasn’t expecting a voice to crack over the airport, loud and bubbly. “Brothers!”

All three of them stopped, even him who wasn’t even a sibling, looking over towards the call and Kyle’s jaw dropped as a young woman sprinted over to Dick and Jason, slamming into them with the weight of a train. The three of them collapsed into a pile on the floor, but they were laughing so Kyle assumed the siblings were alright.

“Princess!”

“Baby girl!”

“Oh, I am so glad to see you both!” she exclaimed. “I have waited so long to come home!” she was on her feet in moments, pulling them to theirs as if they weighed nothing. And Kyle knew Jason weighed a lot—he’d been crushed under his best friend before in fights.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked over at Kyle who immediately felt his heart lurch under her sharp gaze. “Who is this you have brought?”

Jason gestured to him. “(Y/N) this is Kyle. He’s a friend of Dick and mine. Kyle, this is our little sister, (Y/N).”

She huffed laugh. “I am not little, Jason. I am twenty-one.” Reaching out, she immediately pulled Kyle in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. “It is good to meet you, Kyle.”

“You too,” he murmured, feeling his cheeks warm as she pulled away and placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Any friend of my brothers is a friend of mine.” (Y/N) smiled. “Are you a superhero as well?”

He couldn’t help but toss a quick glance towards Jason who nodded. “Uh, yeah. I’m a Green Lantern.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in wonder, and she let go of his shoulders in favor of grabbing at his hands until she found his ring. She stared at it, murmuring quiet, ‘ooo’s and ah’s’. “That is simply amazing!” she chirped, looking at him, and then she silently gasped, raising his hand near his eyes. “Oh…your eyes are almost the same color as your ring.”

Her smile made Kyle’s heart beat a little faster as she expressed, “They are beautiful.”

They gazed at each other, too captivated in the moment to understand that the family had gathered around them by then. Someone’s hand curled around (Y/N)’s wrist and she looked over seeing Dick tugging her hand away.

“C’mon Princess, let’s go get your things on the belt.”

She smiled and followed, giving a small wave to Kyle, who returned hers shakily whilst grinning like a dope.

Someone elbowed him in the ribs, and he gasped, holding his side as Jason muttered, “Don’t ever stare at my sister like that again.”

Kyle blinked, glancing at him. “What’re you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, you goddamn skirt-chaser.”

“I didn’t do anything!” Kyle spluttered.

“You’re thinking about it.” Jason warned, pointing a finger in his face. “Make a move on (Y/N) and I’ll kill you with your own ring.” Kyle recoiled just as she and Dick were coming back, both holding a suitcase.

“Father!” she called, glancing at Bruce. “Dick and I have retrieved my luggage.”

He smiled at her. “Let’s go put it in the SUV then.” He paused, looking over the large group. He and Diana had ridden together, and since his children had fender-benders, they’d picked up Cass, Tim, Stephanie, Duke, and Damian; there wasn’t room for (Y/N) too.

“Father? Is something the matter?” (Y/N) was staring at him with concern.

“There’s not enough room in the SUV for you too. Maybe we—”

“There’s room in my car for (Y/N)!” Kyle blurted out, smiling nervously at Bruce. “I can follow behind you.”

Before anyone could screech ‘NO!’, mainly Dick and Jason, (Y/N) lit up like the morning sun. “Oh, that is a wonderful idea!” she grabbed onto Diana’s arm. “We should all stop for ice-cream though! Mother, what do you say?”

She smiled at her and leaned over, kissing her head. “I say that sounds like a fantastic idea, daughter.”

Kyle grinned and held out his arm for (Y/N), her giggling as she took it. “You know, I don’t live in Gotham, (Y/N), but I do know a good gelato store around the area.”

“What is gelato?” she asked, and he groaned.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t know what that is.” He started off, pilling her along, leaving everyone behind. “Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

Jason’s face pinched and he looked over at Bruce. “Can I break the no-kill rule just once?”

Bruce blinked, crossing his arms over his chest as he watched his daughter laughing along with Kyle, both looking like newlyweds already. “Believe it or not, I’m strongly considering it.”

“Bruce.” Diana admonished. “Let (Y/N) and Kyle become friends. You know she doesn’t have many outside this family here.”

Dick growled. “Except Kyle doesn’t want to be friends with (Y/N), Diana. He wants to be her boyfriend.”

“They just met though?”

“Yeah, and Kyle’s a propose on week two type of man,” Jason griped. “Jesus Christ, this is going to be a disaster.”

“I don’t know about you guys, but (Y/N) and Kyle said gelato and you guys are just standing here.” Tim said. “Can we go now?”

[gumisgirl]

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x F! Reader

Warnings: smut, somnophilia

Whereby Gojo knows just how to wake you up

It's a sunny Saturday afternoon, and your white haired boyfriend comes home early for once, excited to see you. He's almost giddy with excitement from having some free time to himself, which he plans on spending with you.

When he slips into your dorm room he stops himself from calling out y/n when he sees your curled form slumped on the sofa. You look ethereal even in slumber, in a just a tank top and shorts, hand still clutching your phone against your chest.

Seeing you so peaceful, so comfortable after months of coaxing you out of your shell, is enough to make his chest tighten.

You were so apprehensive and unamused by Gojo's advances towards you ever since you joined Jujutsu Tech, his fuckboy tendencies evident from miles away.

You eventually became good friends, bickering and mirroring his playful nature, but you seemed otherwise immune to any of his charm.

And to the strongest, cockiest Jujutsu sorcerer around, he just couldn't understand why. Girls were throwing themselves at him left and right, but you only saw him as your sensei and now friend.

Only when Satoru finally stopped trying so hard n actually got to know your tough but shy self, did you open up to him. And he's basked in the warmth and joy ever since.

But seeing you like this, fuck, it ruined him.

He walked over to you slowly, careful not to wake you, as he took you in. The early afternoon sunlight filtered in through the  windows, making you look so heavenly and fragile at the same time.

"Fuck", Gojo gasps as he notices your nipples hard and poking through the light material of your top. He can feel his pants getting tighter as he thinks of all the abominable things he wants to do to you.

He can't help himself, so pulls down the front of your top, one breast popping out, and then the other.

You stir in your sleep from the sudden cold, but Gojo immediately cups both your boobs, drawing circles around your buds with his thumbs. He kneels before you to take one nipple in his mouth, licking it and swirling his tongue around it so sweetly.

Soon he's pulling your shorts off, pushing your panties to the side to find your hot core already wet. He slides a finger between your folds, your slick coating his fingers and the scent of your arousal hitting him, making him growl with desire.

He spreads your lips wide and makes one broad stroke all the up your pussy, his hot mouth on you finally stirring you from slumber.

"Mhmm?" you mumble something, trying to shake off your sleep, feeling exposed and wondering why.

"Hey sleepyhead", a white tuft of hair mumbles from between your legs, right before dipping his tongue all the way inside you, not giving you a chance to reply as you grab onto his hair to support yourself.

You can feel him smirk against you, humming low and making you feel the vibrations all through your core. You bite your lip to keep from screaming, pulling his hair back so he can look at you.

"What a way to be woken up." you muse, your smile drunken from just waking up and the state he has you in.

"It's not my fault you were looking so delectable, like you just wanted me to ruin you right here." He punctuates his statement by sucking your nub, making your hips buck against his mouth, but he let's go too soon with a pop! sound.

You fight the urge to cover your breasts and cunt, feeling so exposed, yet also exhilarated, heart racing at the way you were on display for him.

"Missed me much?" you tease, running your hands through his hair, enjoying the sight of the strongest jujutsu sorcerer between your thighs, his lips slick with your juices.

Gojo reaches up to grab your titties, pulling and pinching at your nipples, all your thoughts flying out the window. He sucks hickeys all along your inner thighs, loving to mark you as his territory. Not that you mind though.

He slid his tongue back inside you, hooking it upward to press on the bundle of nerves that make you come undone, squeezing his face together with your thighs but that doesn't stop his deft tongue from licking you over and over and over again, the pressure building in the pit of your stomach, as you practically ride his face now.

"Yes, fuck yees!" your panting as you fuck yourself with his face. Gojo squeezes your boobs together to hold the with one hand as he brings the other one circle your nub.

You start clenching around his tongue, making him moan into your cunt, pushing you over the edge, Satoru's tongue working you through your high.

You chuckle when you finally compose yourself, pulling Gojo up for a deep, wanting kiss, tasting yourself on his lips and groaning, as he puts his full weight on you, crushing you and feeling his hard length flush against lips.

"Well hello there", you smirk up at him, staring into the endless pool of his eyes.

"Hello Princess", he shoots right back at you. "I missed you", he says, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent and relaxing.

It's amusing how much of a baby this renowned bad boy could be when it's just the two of you. His jokes and innuendos are always present, and your sarcastic nature enjoys the constant back and forth.

But moments like this where he drops his walls and is so soft with you are so precious to you.

Your brought our of your trance when Gojo ruts against you, his length hitting your clit just right, a startled moan escaping you lips.

"What're you thinking about Angel?" He asks as his hand wraps around your neck, gripping the sides and applying pressure.

"You filling me up to the balls", you say in the most innocent voice, looking up at him through your lashes.

His grip around your neck tightens, making you gasp as he smashes your lips together, kissing you so passionately your head feels light.

He pulls away suddenly, pulling off his shirt and unbuckling his pants. You help him pull them off, his length springing out and hitting his stomach, already glistening with precum. The sight of his pretty, thick cock makes you salivate, wanting to taste him, already imagining how the slight upward curve will feel when he's fully sheathed inside of you.

He spreads you're legs apart for him, one leg on the back of the couch as he grabs his shaft and lines it up with your heat. He rubs the tip between your folds, spreading your slick and slapping it against your clit to make you jump.

"Gojo I need y-", your cut off by him fully bottoming out in you in one stroke. You both gasp at the tight fit, feeling yourself try to adjust to his girth inside you.

He stays still for a while, watching you squirm and fidget underneath him, frustration building inside you.

"Please", you beg, he immediately snaps his hips forward, thrusting in you hard and fast, pulling all the way out before sinking back in into your needy core.

You hold onto his biceps for dear life, nails digging into him as he leans forward to nibble on your earlobe and bite more lovebites on your neck.

You feel high on him, surrounded by him, bodies flush against each other, nipples rubbing against his chest with each thrust. One hand presses down on your stomach, the other kneading and spanking your ass making you tighten around him.

"You're such a good little brat", he spits at you, "Always so willing and ready to take my cock, practically begging for it."

You feel your pulse race, breathe hitching as he continues to edge you on.

"You like to tease me don't you? Sleeping on the couch with your tits half out, where anyone could walk in and see you."

He says this with a sharp roll of his hips, this angle ensuring he hits your sweet spot with every stroke, rendering your brain pudding.

"You jealous?" you barely manage to retort, his pace never slowing.

"You don't want anyone else to see me like this? Wet and spent and so inviting?" you push.

Gojo practically growls at the thought, imagining anyone else walking into your dorm room and finding you splayed out the way you were for him. He almost ripped the chair with how tight he was gripping it, fucking you even deeper into the cushions.

He grabs both your hands and holds them above your head with one hand, the other putting one leg over his shoulder. Leaning forward, he starts fucking you so agonizingly slow, your walls clinging to him, and your breasts bouncing every time he pulls out and slams back in.

"Why would I be jealous babygirl? Anyone that even looks at you wrong is as good as dead." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

"Now be a good girl and come for me." And that's all you needed, to spiral into oblivion, your pussy sucking and clinging to his length as he fucks you through your high. You can feel him throbbing inside you, veins so prominent against your walls. You squeeze him so hard you can feel as grunts inside you, painting your walls with his seed.

"You're mine!" He growls as he fills you with his warm cum, choking you so hard you cunt clenches tight around him, making him groan.

"You- yours- only yours," you pant as you climax together. He stays inside you, not moving as your walls flutter around him, watching how your torn apart you look underneath him.

Your face flushed, eyes hazy, lips plump and bruised from all the nibbling and sucking at each other. It's a sin to look as good as you do and you can feel him getting hard again inside you.

"Satoru-!" you gasp as he suddenly flips you, so that you're now on top of him sitted in his lap, his dick never leaving your cunt.

Your face heats up as you feel the juices dripping down your thighs, Gojo's face now planted firmly in between your breasts.

"You didn't really think I was done with you so easily, did you Angel?" He smirks, his piercing blue eyes gazing right into your soul.

"Someone might hear us, or walk in", you stutter.

"Are you expecting anyone?"

Of course you weren't.

"Would you even care if someone saw us? Would you want me to stop?" He asks, as he plays with your nipples, his dick so full inside you you can barely think straight.

He knows your answer, of course he does. You were such a slut for him, underneath that sweet façade, your libido matching his, which is a lot to say the least.

It makes you even more wet, imagining someone, like Megumi, walking in on you going absolutely crazy for Sensei's dick. You don't even stop riding him, watching as Fushiguro goes red at the sight of Gojo's dick slipping in and out of you, your tits bouncing with every thrust. Running out of the room flustered as you cum all over his length.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

He starts to fuck upwards into you, gripping your ass hard, slamming into you over and over as he leads you towards your nth orgasm within the last hour.

"You want everyone to know you're mine don't you? To see you come undone by my sweet loving?"

His filthy words making your core clench, squeeze him hard, more so because they were true.

"You're such a fucking whore, let them know then, let them hear how good I make you feel." And you couldn't help it anymore, moaning and panting as he increased his pace with every thrust.

He latched onto your titties, squeezing them together and sucking hard on both nipples at the same time. You grabbed his fair locks n met his thrusts, your movements becoming erratic as you got closer to your end.

"Toru! Toru! Pl- pleease-!" Gojo held you in place and pounded you hard, the squelching and slapping of his balls against your ass sounding so vulgar and erotic as you clawed at his back and held on for dear life.

His teeth grazed your nipples and that was all you needed to see stars, the overstimulation too much to bare as you squirted all over his abdomen, milking him as he hit the back of your cervix with every stroke.

"Fuck, Angel, you look so hot when you're cumming all over my dick", he grunts, and he's right there with you, emptying his load so deep inside you you're dizzy with euphoria.

"So, you want a milkshake?"

The lustful glint in his eye replaced with such tenderness and affection as he peppered your face with kisses. You couldn't think of a better way to spend your weekend.

"Only if you carry me."

[seijorhi]

Cry-Baby

A commissioned continuation of this soulmate AU by the lovely @pokemonfreak666 - thanks for your patience, bby!!

Bakugou Katsuki x Female Reader, Kirishima Eijiro x Female Reader

TW non-con, nsfw, double penetration, rough fucking, minor mentions of blood, kidnapping

The water’s not hot enough. 

It should be; it should burn. The knob’s twisted all the way up, steam rising in billowing clouds, fogging up the bathroom mirror, but it’s not hot enough. You can still feel them on you. Everything else – the blood, saliva, their cum, you’d watched it swirl down the drain, sitting on the shower floor, arms curled tightly around yourself as if that was the only thing keeping you from falling apart and shattering entirely.

But the water’s scalding, and you can still feel your soulmates’ hands crawling over you…  their mouths… their cocks tearing you apart from the inside out. Why won’t it wash away? You’ve scrubbed and scrubbed, your skin’s red and raw but the filthy feeling won’t go.

And they’re just outside. Sitting in your bedroom, or maybe wandering around your living room, sprawled across your couch flipping through channels on the TV. Maybe they’re out there looking at the pictures that line your walls, you and your family, your friends. Fuck, maybe they’re in your kitchen, rifling through your fridge for a late night snack after fucking their soulmate six ways from Sunday.

You can’t go back out there. You don’t want to see them.

Is it awful to hope for some kind of horrifying villain attack or massive accident to force them to go and leave you in peace?

… Would they? 

You can’t imagine Pro Heroes not running off to do their duty, but before a few hours ago, you couldn’t imagine them holding somebody down and raping them either, and clearly they had no qualms about doing that, so maybe your Heroes aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. 

Then again, what difference would leaving make? They know where you live, probably where you work. There’s no anonymity anymore, it’s not like you can just slip away and hide from them. 

You’ve been in the bathroom too long already, you know that – you can almost feel their anxious energy seeping through the crack in the door. Too much longer and they’ll surely come bursting in. 

Patience clearly wasn’t their strong point, and it’s nothing short of a miracle they let you come in and shower alone. Kirishima at least had been more than eager to come join you, grinning widely and tugging you by the arm towards the bathroom– it’d been Bakugou, watching you pale and flinch through red, unreadable eyes who’d reined him back in. 

Maybe he saw how scared you were, how fragile the thread that was holding you together was. Maybe he thought that gifting you these precious minutes alone after what they did would in any way come close to starting to mend the damage they’d just wrought. 

Maybe he just hadn’t cared enough beyond getting his dick wet. 

You’d grown up thinking your soulmates would make you happy, love you in a way that nobody else ever could. The possibility of ever deliberately hurting them seemed like such a foreign and uncomfortable concept to you. But obviously they didn’t care enough about your feelings or your lack of consent to stop them from forcing themselves onto you, maybe you were nothing but an object to them. Something to take and fuck, because naturally you were made for them.

What did it matter if you didn’t want it? 

Your eyes drift down to the timers on your wrists, run down to zero. A quaking sob rips from your throat and you bite down harshly on your bottom lip to stifle it. 

“Why am I even here? In less than an hour you’re gonna meet them, and what am I supposed to do then, hmm?” your friend had asked with a laugh. “Be the world’s most awkward fourth wheel?”

You’d laughed with her, knocking your shoulders against hers with a fond little smile, “Well if they’re gonna be in my life for the long haul, don't you think it’s important that they meet the person who matters to me the most right off the bat?”

You’re terrified of going back out there and facing them, but what other option do you have? The only window in the bathroom is too high and too small to squeeze through, and even if you could, getting an apartment on the seventh floor had seemed like a great idea at the time, but it doesn’t exactly lend itself to an easy getaway. 

The flimsy lock on the bathroom door is all that’s keeping them out – with their strength it’s hardly much of a barrier at all, but it’s all you have.

Here in your bathroom, under the scalding water, you’re safe. They can’t hurt you.

You’d like to think that now they’ve gotten what they wanted, now that they know that you can’t run and their reputations can’t be tarnished, they’ll go. And there’s a little voice inside your head that tells you it’s a stupid, foolish hope. You know that the moment you set foot outside that door, things’ll never be the same again.

A few years back, you read an article on some tabloid website about an up and coming Hero who’d disappeared out of the blue after joining Hawks’ agency as an intern. Supposedly, they were soulmates, and once the Pro realised it, he’d swooped her up and taken her to some secret safe house to hide her away from the rest of the world, supposedly ‘for her own protection’. It was all rumours, of course. No way for them to actually prove the theory – and no one actually cared about some missing, low level Hero at the end of the day. It was news for a week and then everybody moved on.

Are they gonna do the same thing to you?

Spirit you away to some hideout where they can keep you all to themselves – so they can fuck you whenever they want without having to worry about you running off? You’ll never see your family again, or your friends… they’ll be your entire world, and just like that intern, everybody else will forget you ever existed.

Or maybe they’ll be satisfied enough just forcing themselves into your life, letting you go back to your job, your boring, mundane nine to five, never knowing when they’re going to pop up and take what they want. They’ll come over and play house, acting as if this is a normal relationship, waiting for you to come around and accept them. 

Love them. 

The thoughts makes bile rise in your throat. Your entire body aches from inside out. There’s bitemarks and bruises littering your skin, marks that won’t fade for days… you can’t let them do this to you again.

As if they can hear your panicked thoughts, a knock sounds on the bathroom door, and your heart clenches.

“Hey, babe?” Kirishima calls out, “You okay? You’ve kinda been in there a while…” 

That same voice, chanting breathlessly above you, “I love you, I love you– f-fuck– I love you!”

Panic, cloying and sharp tears at you. You try to answer, tell him to leave you alone, that you need more time, but the words catch in your throat and all that comes out is a pitiful squeak and he knocks again, louder, more insistent and it’s too much.

They're gonna break down the door and hurt you again. Hot tears well up and spill down your cheeks with an audible sob, and you clutch at yourself tighter, willing them away–

“Babe? Talk to us, sweetheart, you’re making us worried.”

The door handle jiggles insistently, and you bury your face between your knees breathing rapidly, they’re gonna break it down, they’re gonna break it down, they’re gonna–

“Move, Kiri,” Bakugou snaps.

You don’t register the snap of the lock breaking or the frantic footsteps that approach, the harsh sound of your heaving gasps drowning out all else. Then suddenly there’s strong, muscular arms pulling you out from the water with a muffled curse.

It’s Kirishima who’s holding you, you realise as a flash of blond darts back behind you to turn the shower off. And it’s suffocating, the way he clutches at you, big hands running along your back, pulling you closer, holding you tighter, words of comfort you can’t hear over the pounding of your own heart spilling from his lips. 

And then Bakugou’s face is filling your vision, the scowl on his face growing more pronounced as he studies you – shaking, teary, eyes wide and swimming with fear– 

Something inside of you just gives and you don’t fight it when the darkness swallows you whole.

—

When you come to, you’re lying on something soft – a bed, you realise, but not your own. There’s an arm slung over your waist; corded with muscles, tan, covered in fine, golden hair and faint white scars; Bakugou’s.

Which means that the warm breath gently tickling at your neck must belong to him as well. 

You’re not naked at least; a quick glance down at your body revealing they’d dressed you in one of your old tees and a pair of panties. You’re not sure whether that observation is supposed to calm or unnerve you; you’d rather be clothed than not, but the thought of your soulmates rifling through your things, dressing you while you were unconscious… is not a pleasant one. 

“You’re awake.” It’s an observation, not a question.  His voice is gruff, an edge of sleepiness clinging to the words, but it lacks the heat you’ve come to expect from the explosive Hero. He sounds comfortable almost – at least that’s the sense you get as his face presses up against the nape of your neck, his arm drawing you closer with a low groan.

Still, you haven’t uttered a sound. 

It feels surreal, lying there in your captor’s arms – and he is your captor, soulmate or no, there’s no denying that fact anymore. There’s a part of you that realises that you should be panicking, kicking scratching and clawing because you don’t know where you are, but it’s certainly not your apartment and you definitely don’t want him touching you after what he’s already put you through. 

But rather than the sheer, unrelenting panic that had gripped you before, it’s just… nothing. Dormant, lying simmering just below the surface, and you’re almost scared to draw breath, to shatter the sweet, tender facade between the two of you.

There’s no point in asking where you are, no point in demanding he let you go. They’ve shown you that what you want doesn’t matter here, so instead you ask the obvious question.

“Where’s Kirishima?”

Bakugou grunts, burrowing himself closer. It’s not cold in the room, but his bare skin burns like a furnace, just on the wrong side of comfortable. “Makin’ breakfast.”

Breakfast. 

You swallow tightly, but Bakugou isn’t done. 

“Scared the shit out of us, fainting like that,” he scoffs. “Should’a fuckin’ known you’d need us to come take care of you.”

His fingers, resting over your stomach, dip lower, sliding roughly beneath the hem of your panties as he grinds his hips along your ass. He’s hard already, you can feel every inch of it, long and thick pressing insistently up against you. 

Shame and indignation flare up like a match struck, but before you can even open your mouth to snap a retort, Bakugou yanks his hand out of your underwear to stuff his fingers inside your mouth.

Your first instinct is to bite down, but the blond at your back just growls, “Suck,” and you’re not stupid enough to think that hurting him (or trying to at least) is going to stop what’s about to happen.

Or maybe you’re just scared to test exactly how far you can push them before they really hurt you. 

Obediently, your tongue swirls around his thick digits, hollowing out your cheeks and earning a grunt of appreciation from your soulmate. 

“Always thought that my soulmate was gonna be someone strong,” he mutters, his hips still rocking up against yours. “Somebody who could keep up with Kiri ‘n me, hold their own in a fight. Never thought you’d be some weak as shit, quirkless little cry-baby.”

It stings more than it has any right to. 

Slowly, his fingers slide from your lips, a long, thin glistening strand of saliva connecting the two. It’s hard to fight the whine that escapes you as they return to your pussy, angrily shoving aside your panties before thinking better of it and ripping them off of you completely. The warm puff of breath that ghosts across your skin sends shivers down your spine, and though you can’t see his face when he speaks next you can tell that he’s grinning.

“But fuck, sweetheart, you’re goddamn perfect – everythin’ we didn’t know we needed.”

He kisses you as his index and middle fingers plunge eagerly into your cunt, not the rough, biting kisses he’d gifted you with the night before, no. These are almost tender, sweet – or at least as sweet as a monster like Bakugou is capable of – entirely at odds with way his calloused fingers curl inside of you, fucking you, stretching you out while he cruelly thumbs at your clit.

Katsuki wants you strung out and whining for him. For Kirishima.

He wants you helpless.

“We’re gonna keep you nice ‘n safe, baby. Won’t have to worry about a goddamn fucking thing ‘cept keepin’ your soulmates happy.”

It sounds more like the passing of a sentence than a reassurance, but you can’t tell him that you don’t want this. He knows – he has to by now. He just doesn't care.

You don’t hear it when Kiri comes back, not when Bakugou’s sucking at your neck, your pussy throbbing with need as his fingers drive relentlessly into you, hitting your g-spot with every flick of his wrist.

You might not have noticed the redhead lingering in the doorway, his cock tenting in his pants, eyes dark and glazed over as he watches the show unfolding before him, but Bakugou certainly does.

“Oi, shitty hair. You just gonna stand there and watch or are you actually gonna fucking do something?” His voice is rough and a little breathless, closer to a growl than speech – it makes your gut clench, a shiver run down along your spine.

When your eyes finally do meet Kirishima’s, your heart squeezes, your stomach flipping. Kirishima’s staring at you like a wolf readying itself to pounce, like he wants to devour every inch of you and savour the taste.

He grins widely, pink tongue darting out to lick his lips.

Bakugou’s the one with the bad reputation – as explosive as his quirk, brash at the best of times and overly aggressive even with his friends – you have every reason to be terrified of him, even before he broke into your home to take you. 

Kirishima might be kinder, gentler with his touches (at least, he tries to be), but you’re a fool if you think you’re any safer with the redhead. 

“Thought you said you were gonna wait,” he says, advancing towards the two of you as he kicks out of his shorts, but the grin on his face doesn’t waver for a second. He’s not nearly as put out as he pretends. “I could hear the pretty little thing moaning all the way in the kitchen.”

Shame would be enough to flood your cheeks with heat, but it’s the sight of Kiri’s cock, flushed an angry red, veiny and thick, hanging heavy between his muscular thighs that does the job. The spit in your mouth dries, your heart thumping unevenly even as pleasure pools in your gut courtesy of Bakugou’s attention. You let out a sharp shriek as he quickens his pace, one hand reaching to grab at his wrist, the other clutching desperately for purchase at the bedsheets, but it’s not enough. 

Heat burns at your core, and unwittingly, you find your hips bucking up against him, fervently searching for more.

At your back, the blond chuckles, you feel the deep vibrations echoing through your chest, “Yeah, well you were taking too long.” 

There might be more that he says, but at that moment he slides a third finger into your dripping cunt, calloused fingertips slamming against your tight, gummy walls and you’re robbed of the ability to think. 

Your first orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, the building pleasure snapping like an elastic band stretched too far. A strangled moan slips out of your lips, and you don’t even notice the teeth sinking into your shoulder, Bakugou once more staking his claim as you cum for him. You quiver and quake in his grip, your cunt tightening around his digits and sucking them in further with a lewd squelching sound that you might be more embarrassed about if you could focus on anything but the pleasurable aftershocks of your peak.

All the while, Kirishima drinks you in, salivating at the sight of your drooling, fucked out expression, the syrupy slick that’s all but dripping out around Bakugou’s thick fingers, still stuffed deep inside of your pussy.

And maybe if he were a better man, he might allow you a moment to breathe and hurtle back down to earth, but patience has never been a virtue of his. He lunges forward faster than a man of his size has any right to, jumping onto the bed and all but tearing you out of Bakugou’s hold. You’re still reeling, panting and sore and dizzy with pleasure as Kirishima’s lips crash against yours, stealing what little breath you have left in a burning kiss.

Your attention’s caught on the way his tongue’s sliding against yours, trying to coax you into kissing back, the sharp, minty taste of him – you miss the way he grasps at his flushed, leaking cock, dragging it along your puffy slit. You miss the sound of Bakugou shedding his own pants.

You’re still weakly trying to push at his chest when Kiri slides his cock into your warm, welcoming cunt, his low, guttural moan lost to your lips. And despite Bakugou’s attempts at preparing you, it still burns, the sheer girth of his fat cock filling you up and stretching you uncomfortably. Tears sting at your eyes, a whimper catching in your throat as he hums in pleasure, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer, impaling you further onto his length.

Yet you’re not given a moment to accommodate the massive cock inside of you – not as you feel another blunt, flushed cockhead pressing up against your already stuffed pussy. Realisation hits a moment too late, your face blanching, your heart skipping a beat as panic – sheer panic – chokes at you.

You try to push back from Kiri’s embrace, only to feel Bakugou once again pressing up against your back, trapping you between them. You squirm in vain, trying to kick and push, fighting even as the blond’s cock, not as girthy as Kirishima’s but still far too big for you to take with Kiri still inside of you, starts to force its way into your plush, velvety walls.

“F-fuck, she’s tight,” he grunts as you arch up against Kiri, your tits, still covered by your thin, cotton tee, squishing up against his bare chest in an attempt to writhe away from the overwhelming feeling of fullness, the burning, stinging, throbbing pain between your legs.

But your soulmates are far from considerate, not even as you start to wail, your nails raking down the redhead’s broad shoulders. 

“Your pussy’s a fuckin’ dream,” he continues, swearing with a hiss as he finally bottoms out.

It’s too much, you feel like you’re being split in two. Every twitch and throb of their dicks, every vein, every inch of them is pressed too tightly against you, your walls struggling to take them both. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, oh god it hurts so fucking bad, but neither one of them care as you start to sob–

No, Kiri just kisses away your tears, taking your face in his large hands and cooing sweetly when you beg them through gasping, heaving sobs to stop.

“You’re doing so good for us, baby. Look how well you’re taking our cocks – it’s like you were made for us,” he laughs at his own stupid joke, and all you can focus on is the pain as he starts to draw his hips back, your oversensitive walls screaming in protest. “We’re gonna make you feel so fucking amazing, just wait.”

And it’s not his wide, beaming grin that shatters you, or even the hunger blazing in those crimson depths. It’s not Bakugou panting at your back, his hands coming up to shove your top up so he can palm greedily at your tits, or even the lewd almost feral sounds the explosion Hero’s making as he and Kirishima settle into a maddening rhythm, not allowing you a moment to catch your breath and steady yourself as they fuck you.

No, it’s the sheer, feverish love you can see written across his face clear as day, the softness with which he holds you, even as he chases his own pleasure.

This is their version of love, and you – quirkless, weak as shit and entirely at their mercy – have no hope in hell of escaping it. 

[groovyzombiellama]

Shy Baby Girl

Title: Shy Baby Girl

Requested? Yes.

Plot: Cato noticing you during practice sessions and he starts flirting with you and teasing you, but slowly falls for your timid and kind nature, and then the night before the games he confesses and you spend the night together.

Warnings: I am attempting to write smut after so long of not writing anything, so i will be attempting to write a detailed smut scene :) (so please be nice to me, I’m so worried about posting this for some reason)

Word count: 3013 (I might have went a little overboard, but I haven’t written in a while, so enjoy a longer story :) )

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You didn’t expect to get drafted for the Games any time soon, and when you were, your whole family was shocked, and your older sister, who actually thought she was going to be the one going in was ready to volunteer, but your dad stopped her, as he believed that you could get through it. You were actually fine with going into the Games, as you had accepted this as your life, and you knew your time was coming, and in the end you guessed it’s better rather sooner than later. But one thing worried you the most, and that was the fact that you hated confrontations, and would much rather be making friends in life, even though you knew that was kinda impossible considering the way the world was now. You were prepared to fight for your life and to win in the Games, but a big part of you dreamed of a day when you didn’t need to fight to survive. You didn’t expect anything going into the whole process, but you were planning on keeping to yourself and not responding to any provocations.

 At first, everything was fine, you were almost always training, to make sure you were as ready as possible, but whenever someone needed help, you were there to show them a move or hold their punching bag steady so they could practice accuracy. And that was how you actually caught the attention of Cato, a blonde, blue eyed guy, who ended up being intrigued by the quiet, timid girl, who greeted everyone with a smile. He watched you for a while, trying to pinpoint what it was about you that has him so drawn in, and he decided one day that he was gonna approach you, and teach you the best stance for a fight, considering this his moment to throw in some flirting in the mix. The faint blush that spread across your cheeks every time you saw him, well, it has him hooked. Watching you from afar was nothing compared to being up close and personal, and your shy smile that would grace your lips at his compliments was becoming the highlight of his day. “I see you at the gym every day, and you still struggle with the basics. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were scared.“ He said one day when he noticed that you were not using the stance that he had taught you and as he spoke, he let his hand “accidentally“ brush against yours, his eyes searching for that rosy tint that he felt was the shade only present on your cheeks and couldn’t be found anywhere else in the world.

You brushed him off, already used to his teasing, saying how you were not scared and if he needed you to prove it, he is free to challenge you to a sparing match. Cato smiled softly, a feature you had grown to like, and you lowered your gaze to hide your own smile that was curving your lips. But of course, Cato caught that and while he swore his heart was beating faster seeing it, he had to default to teasing you about how you were still not comfortable with him, despite knowing each other for a while now. The reason why he would always tease you and playfully flirt with you (although you were oblivious to that one) was because he was not really yet ready to confess his feelings to you. Pretty odd huh? A guy like him, who was training to fight for his life in the Hunger Games, basically a show for the rich to watch children get killed off one by one, until there is only one winner, afraid of what a girl thought about him.

Although he didn’t know how, he knew that he had to tell you abut how he felt, hoping that in case you felt the same, he could count on your alliance, and at the end he would let you come out on top, or would hopefully be able to convince the government to let you both win and stay together. And he had his mind set on telling you the night before the games. The fact that you were so timid and at the same time so fierce and powerful made Cato’s head spin. There was just someting about you, someting in your eyes that showed that despite the world crumbling around you, your innocence was someting intact that could not be destroyed and he wanted to protect that so much, he wanted to make sure you are not exposed to anything that could damage that, no matter the fact that you would have to fight for your life, he hoped you would let him stick by your side and protect you.

 Just like you were unaware of his flirting and the fact that he felt the same way for you as you did for him, you wanted to tell him how you felt, but you just couldn’t. There were a few times that you were certain that you were going to tell him about your feelings, but the moment you would see him, the way his sky blue eyes bore into yours and how they would light up when he smiles or develop their signature mischievous glint when he was teasing you, and all that courage that you built flied out of the window. Until tonight that is. You were currently sitting in a quiet fort that Cato had built a bit further away from the others and invited you, because he needed to tell you something, your eyes wide, lips slightly parted, and eyebrows raised, trying to process what he had just told you. Cato had just informed you about his feelings and it made you feel giddy and excited, but also gave you this newfound confidence, right after he waved his hand in front of your face, as you had been silent for far too long for his liking after he just spilled his heart out to you.

 Suddenly this new rush of confidence took over your body and before you knew what you were doing, you surged forward and pressed your lips against his, and this time it was Cato’s turn to be taken off guard and surprised. For a moment or two you just stayed like that, neither of you moving your lips, but just feeling them pressed one against the other, getting familiarised with their shape and soft feeling. Soon however, Cato started moving his lips, to which you followed suit, and the salty taste of todays lunch mixed together in your mouths, as Cato decided to lick your bottom lip, and then slightly nibble it after you didn’t get the hint, causing you to slightly gasp, and Cato took the opportunity to slide his tongue in your mouth. You were filled with complete bliss as your tongues fought for dominance, that you just let yourself fall back, with Cato hovering over you, his hand on the middle of your back guiding you into the pillows he had placed for you guys to lay on. Neither one of you expected this turn of events, and you figured you would just talk and fall asleep there, but both of you were slightly worried about tomorrow, so you decided in that moment that you were gonna fall victimes to your feelings and enjoy your time together.

 As the two of you continued kissing, you felt like your hands had a mind of their own as they glided up and down Cato’s toned back muscles and his arms, one of your hands finding their way to the short hairs on the back of his neck, as you let your fingers tangle with them and even lightly tug on them, earing a low groan from Cato, which you happily swallowed. But soon it was your turn to express your pleasure, as you felt his warm hand get in contact with your cold skin, as he slipped his hand under your shirt, soothing your waist, before reaching up and cupping one of your breasts. You moaned just as your lips parted, damn lungs and their need for air. “Even though we are far enough away from the others, we’re gonna need to manage our volume baby, you never know who might be lurking, okay?“ Cato said as he looked deep into your eyes, his hand still on your breast, squeezing it after getting confirmation from you through a nod, causing you to gasp, and Cato to go right back to attacking your lips with his own.

 You felt his manhood harden against your leg as you went on, kissing and removing the top halves of your clothes. As soon as he reached around to your back to unhook your bra, you felt your nipples instantly harden as the cold air hit them, but what got you more worked up was Cato blowing on them slightly, before taking one of them in his mouth, while his fingers pinched the other. Your back arched off the pillows, and you felt your wetness pool in your core, with each flick of his tongue on your nipple. Cato sucked in a sharp beath as your hand found its way to his clothed dick, and you began to palm him, causing him to groan lowly as he attached his lips to your neck, and sucked on that sweet spot that had you seeing stars, making sure to leave a big, purple mark. After he was satisfied with his work, he kissed the spot he had been sucking on and looked at your hooded eyes, with his own getting darker and filled with even more lust.

 He wanted to see your face as his hand reached into your pants, and started rubbing circles around your clit, causing a moan slightly louder than you had intended to escape your lips. Cato quickly muffled it with his own lips, whispering into your ear that you needed to be a bit more quiet, but still continuing his assault on your core with his fingers. You bit your lip, and you could tell he could feel how wet you were and how aroused he was making you, just as you were making him (in his own words, you were driving him crazy). Without warning, his hand slipped into your panties and you threw your head back at the pleasure his fingers were giving you. “C-Cato, ple-ease...“ You wanted to say more, but your words got stuck in your throat when two of his fingers entered your pussy. You grabbed his wrist with both hands, and bucked your hips to meet his thrusting fingers, as Cato watched your face contorting in pleasure, your moans being music to his ears, and thinking in a moment how did he get so lucky to have you feeling the same way about him as he did about you.

 But hearing your cracked voice begging him for something (he knew exactly what) his fingers stopped and he removed his hand from your pants, causing you to whine from the lack of contact. Cato smirked as he licked his fingers, tasing your juices, that melted over his tongue like honey, before placing his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste the mix of yourself and his spit. His smirk grew into a grin as you began to fumble with the opening on his pants, desperate to feel him inside you. He allowed you to push him on his back and climb on top of him, and after removing his pants and boxers, letting his erection spring free, you got rid of your own bottoms, throwing them both to the side, and began tracing a line from Cato’s lips, down his chest and stomach, all the way to his manhood, finally getting to have your ears blessed with his breathless moans and groans as you took his manhood in your hands and licked a long stripe from his balls to the leaking tip, keeping eye contact with him, seeing his eyes flitter closed at the sensation.

 You waste no time taking him into your mouth, earning you a gutteral moan from Cato, to which you hummed, satisfied that he was now the one to have to manage his volume, and the vibrations your hum caused around his dick make him place one of his hands on his mouth at to try to supress, even a little bit, announcing to the rest of the people getting ready for the Games tomorrow the pure bliss that you were making him feel, while his other hand found it’s way to get tangled into your hair, not really forcing your head to move, just resting there, only slightly tugging on your hair when a wave of pleasure was higher than the previous ones, which he would only learn to both enjoy and regret, because that earned him you taking him into your mouth completely, so much that he could feel the back of your throat, along with the vibrations of your moan, and he could have sworn he was about to cum in seconds. When he felt truly close, he tugged on your hair a bit harder, and you got the hint, taking him out of your mouth, and the sight of your flushed cheeks, and a string of spit still connecting your plump lips to his dick was a beautiful sight to him.

 He beckoned you to come towards him, and he could taste himself as you kissed him, just like how he had made you taste your juices of his fingers. “How about you ride daddy now, hmm baby, what do you say?“ His low voice had shivers running down your spine, and you actually couldn’t wait to feel him inside you, so you positioned yourself and without any warning, you slammed hard on his dick, and it had both of you practically choking out moans from the back of your throats, getting used to now being connected into one before you started moving your hips up and down, Cato raising his pelvis to match whatever rythm you were leading him in, and despite starting off slow, soon you were placing your hands on his chest, your pace getting quicker and each time you would sink deeper onto him as your thrusts would meet in the middle. You were both no longer that concerned with managing the volume of your voice, as you didn’t really care if someone heard you, pure extasy flowing through you with each thrust.

 Wanting to tease him, you clenched your inner walls around his dick a few times, even past him telling you that if you continue doing that, he would cum sooner than he wants to. After you did it again, Cato had had enough, quickly rolling both of you over, as you squealed, and ordering you to get on your knees. You did so, even though you prefered watching his muscled torso and arms, shining with sweat, but the mix of pleasure, letting Cato take the lead, and the chance of you getting caught by someone in your heated session, it made it all so much more fun for you. Your eyes almost rolled to the back of your head as Cato accompanied his dick entering your pussy with his hand slapping your ass, and the tingling sensation that followed was only adding to the pleasure, which he knew, and so he added a few more slaps as he fucked you fast and hard, going balls deep inside you with every thrust, and ever plea you made for him to slow down a bit were falling on deaf ears. “I can’t hear you baby. Are you saying to go faster? Sure I can do that.“

He almost had you screaming with the pleasure he was giving you and as you felt the tingles in your lower stomach, you knew it was only a matter of time before you came undone. As soon as Cato received verbal confirmation that you were close to your orgasm, his hand reached around and found your clit, rubbing it fast, and this time your were truly seeing stars as your body began to shake, and convulse, and you came on Cato’s dick, harder than you had ever cum before. It was gonna take you several minutes to recover from that, you were sure of it. And the sound of your moan as you came, accompanied by your pussy walls clenching around him, Cato knew he was close too. He pulled out of your pussy, you already missing the contact, and came on your ass, and then collapsed next to you, after using a napkin to clean both of you. He gathered you in his arms and used a blanked he had brought to cover your naked bodies, and you both waited until your breating settled down.

 You both felt amazing and you knew this was not gonna be the last time you would have sex with Cato, something in your gut convincing you of it, especially after he offered you a round two as you both came down. At first it had you giggling, thinking there was no way to top what you had just experienced, but seeing the tent his dick made in the blanket, you knew he wasn’t joking and that you were not yet done with each other. That blissful night before the Games had you both cumming multiple times, each one stronger than the previous one, and before letting exaustion take over you and your eyes flutter closed, taking you off to the realm of sleep, both of you agreed to stick together no matter what and find a way to survive together, despite all odds, and prove that you were stronger together. You had found each other in this world of madness and you were not gonna take that for granted, Cato was yours, you were his and no matter what, you were sure that he will have your back just as much as you’ll have his.

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I hope the two anons that requested this think I did their request justice and I hope you all enjoy reading it. I’ll try my best to write more often, but since it’s exam season and I’m trying to graduate this year, most of my time is focused on studying :) I’m literally half asleep as I finish this fic, so I hope you guys don’t find any issue with it, and if you do, please let me know through messaging me something like “This part of your fic was a bit much” or something like that, for some reason I’m worried you guys are not gonna like it, but here it is, tomorow I’m going back into my inbox to find some new requests, but for now, I need sleep badly :)

[mylkys]

ᴇʀʀᴀᴛɪᴄɪꜱᴍ

gojo satoru x f!reader

warnings: 18+ smut. public sex. unprotected sex

word count: 2,877

“If you eat all the popcorn before the movie even starts, I’m punching you.”

Gojo paused as he shoveled another handful of popcorn into his mouth, a few slobbery pieces falling back into the half-empty bucket. You sighed and grabbed the bucket, but Gojo whined and yanked it back towards him, causing popcorn to fall both from his mouth and the bucket.

“Now you’re just making a mess.”

“It was an accident!” He quickly chewed and swallowed the popcorn in his mouth, all the while keeping the bucket away from you. “Besides, I paid for the popcorn, so I can eat as much as I want.” 

You rolled your eyes and leaned back in your seat, arms crossed over your chest. “Like I’d want to eat it when half of it’s covered in your spit.”

“Uh, rude!” Gojo huffed and petulantly turned his head away from you. “You’re so mean.” 

He tilted his glasses down to glare at you, and you shivered as his crystal clear blue eyes bored into you. “Besides, I thought you liked my spit.”

You tried to choke back a gasp, but it came out more like a whimper, which was even worse. You slapped your hand over your mouth and turned back forward in your seat, absolutely refusing to meet Gojo’s haughty face. 

Gojo chuckled lowly, and you watched as his mouth stretched in a smug grin from the corner of your eye. He caressed your cheek and guided you to meet his domineering eyes. 

“Awe, is my little princess embarrassed? How cute is that,” he cooed. 

You pouted at his condescending tone, and tried to turn your head again. Gojo frowned and tightened his grip, squishing your face between his fingers. “I asked you a question, baby. Answer me.”

“I-“ you were cut off as the lights dimmed, and the last few previews played on screen. “Oh, would you look at that! The movie’s starting.”

You freed your face from Gojo’s hold, and locked your eyes on the big screen. You could feel his sharp eyes peering at you, and it took every fiber of your being not to shiver. He turned his attention away from you as the opening scene began to roll. You sighed in relief. 

Gojo slung his arm around your shoulders, and you didn’t hesitate to curl up into his side, head resting comfortably over his steadily beating heart. He press a gentle peck to the crown of your head, before focusing back on the screen. 

Around halfway through the movie, you found yourself almost completely wrapped in Gojo’s hold, his arms pressing you firmly to his chest. One of his hands rested against your waist, the other on your thigh. 

It started out as small movements- barely there twitches. A flex of his fingers, a slight reposition of his hand. You almost didn’t notice it until you felt something brush against the tender flesh off your ass. 

You peered up at Gojo through your lashes, but you could see that his eyes were still focused intently on the screen. 

He must have felt your eyes on him, because seconds later, his gaze snapped down to you, and you jumped a bit at his quick movement. The corner of Gojo’s mouth quirked, and his pearly white teeth peaked through as he adjusted you in his grip, pulling you completely into his lap. 

“Satoru-“

Gojo ducked down and pressed a kiss to your ear, and you shivered as his hot breath fanned over the sensitive flesh. “Shh, baby. It’s rude to talk during a movie.”

You swallowed thickly, but nodded softly before settling back into his chest. His hand was still planted firmly on your ass, but it didn’t move for a few moments, so you went back to the movie. 

Yet, your attention was stolen minutes later as his large hand moved under your skirt and massaged the plump skin. You went to reach down to stop him, but the hand he had around your waist caught you and pinned your hands to your lap. 

“Wha-“

“What did I say?” 

You gawked at him, wide eyed, and when you took too long to answer, Gojo delivered a sharp pinch to your ass. 

You squeaked are the sharp pain, but it was gone nearly as fast as it came. “You said it was rude to talk.”

He smiled at you. “Then be quiet.”

Gojo’s groping hand continued where it left off, squishing the malleable tissue. You whimpered as his fingertips began to poke underneath the fabric of your panties. 

He let go of your wrist, and Gojo guided your arms around his shoulders, you face near his neck. You couldn’t see the screen.

“Try to be quiet,” Gojo whispered against your neck, pressing a little kiss against the thin flesh. 

The hand on your ass gave it one last squeeze before sliding between your thighs, and you bit your lip as he cupped your pussy in his palm. Gojo kneaded the swollen flesh with his lithe fingers, slick leaking out of your cunt under his stroking fingers. 

Gojo inhaled sharply as your panties dampened underneath his fingers. He wordlessly pushed your legs open, giving him room to pull the soaked material to the side. 

The cold air of the theater chilled your wet folds, but Gojo’s warm hand followed behind. He stroked the tingling flesh slowly, making sure not to breach your labia and touch where you needed him. 

You attempted to egg him on by bucking your hips into his palm, but he stilled. 

“Don’t stop,” you whined softly. You pulled away from his neck and looked at him with wide puppy eyes. 

Gojo scoffed quietly, and took his hand away from your cunt completely. You began to protest, but paused when he removed his sunglasses, revealing his intimidatingly bright and translucent eyes. They bored into you as his hand snaked back to your cunt, easily slipping past your folds and into the sopping flesh. 

Your mouth dropped open as his deft fingers pressed against your clit and rubbed firm circles against the swollen button. Your legs jerked at the stimulation. 

“Such a little slut. Letting me play with your pretty cunt in public,” Gojo teased, mouth twisted in a patronizing grin. His fingers abandoned your clit and pressed against your entrance. 

Your cunt sucked him in- his finger glided in without effort. You perched forward as he sunk knuckle deep. 

“Even your goddamn pussy is so fucking needy. Who knew my sweet princess was such a whore,” Gojo chuckled. His fingers pumped into your cunt, curling every few thrusts in search of that fleshy patch he knew so well. 

The wet squelching of your cunt was almost deafeningly loud. Gojo’s fingers fucked into you at a leisurely pace- not too fast, but not too slow. The pleasure you felt wasn’t enough to make you cum, but it made your toes curl in your shoes. 

At a particular curl of his fingers, you yelped as Gojo pressed firmly against your g-spot. You clamped your hands around his wrist, almost trying to get him to stop his ministrations, but he yanked you back to his chest with his free arm, his mouth firmly pressed against your hair. 

“If you don’t be quiet, someone will see what a whore you are. Do you want that? Want everyone to see how much of a whore you are for me?”

You nervously glanced around the theater. Thankfully, not many people were there, and you were sat in the back row, but you couldn’t ignore the fact that you both were very much in public, and if you’re too loud, all someone has to do is look back to see Gojo fucking his fingers into your cunt. 

You slowly shook your head no, and Gojo’s scowl shifted to a soft loving expression. 

“Good girl,” he praised. He pressed his lips to yours, devouring your mouth as his fingers increased the pressure on your g-spot. He swallowed each whimper that fell past your lips- which was probably for the best. 

He let go of your waist and pushed his fingers firmly against your pulsing clit. You broke the kiss to pant as quietly as possible, and Gojo’s moved to your neck, littering it with sloppy kisses and wet bites. 

Both of his hands were focused on your cunt, and you could feel the beginnings of your orgasm build in your gut. Gojo noticed, too. 

He slowed the rubbing pumping of his fingers, before slipping them out. 

“Why’d you stop?” you whimpered. Gojo popped his fingers in his mouth, groaning loudly as he swallowed down your slick. 

You bit your lip as he cleaned his fingers. He released them with a wet pop. 

“If you’re gonna cum, you’re only gonna do it on my cock.”

Your cunt clenched hungril. You didn’t fight Gojo as he situated you with your back to his chest, legs splayed over each thigh. 

Gojo reached between your thigh, leaving a swift slap to your cunt, making you yelp.

“Take out my cock, baby,” he said, and you hastily complied. 

Your shaky hands unbuckled his belt and yanked his zipper down, not caring how loud it was. You fished his cock from his briefs, and your mouth salivated at the pretty pale skin. 

“Spit on it.”

You gathered the spit in your mouth and let it fall from your lips. Your saliva dripped down his cock, but before it could touch his pants, Gojo wrapped his hand around the shaft and stroked it. 

“Satoru,” you sniffled and looked back at him with watery eyes. Your lip wobbled as you impatiently waited for Gojo to give you permission to put him in. 

Gojo smiled sweetly at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Take your cock, princess. All yours.”

Within seconds, you lined the head of his dick up with your entrance, and sank down to the base. Gojo quickly pressed his hand over your moan, muffling your moans. While he wasn’t particularly thick, he was long, so long you swore you could feel him in your stomach. The position made it difficult to move, so you settled for rocking your hips back and forth. 

“Satoru, please, fuck me,” you warbled pathetically. 

Gojo chuckled as he roughly grabbed your hips. “Such a slut.”

Gojo lifted you off his lap before dropping you, letting you slam back down on his cock. The head nestled against your cervix with each pounding thrust. 

Your mouth gaped in a soundless scream as Gojo hammered his dick into your cunt. Each thrust jostled your limp body, and the fapping of his thrusts was muffled by the fabric of his pants. 

“Feel so fucking tight on my cock, babe. Does being fuck in public turn you on this much?” One of Gojo’s hands left your hip as he humped your cunt, to spread your folds apart. “You’re so wet. I bet you’d fucking love if one of those people just turned around and watched you get pounded.”

You cried softly as his cock dragged against the sensitive tissue of your entrance. His thrusts were rough, and in the back of your mind, you knew you wouldn’t be able to walk, but with the curve of his cock hitting the deepest parts of you, you couldn’t care less. 

With a particularly hard and deep thrust, the head of his cock pressed against your deeper spot, and you didn’t catch your moan in time. 

Gojo slapped his hand over your mouth and his hips stilled, cock balls deep as you both watched the people in the rows in front of you. A few seconds past without anyone turning to look, and you let out a small sigh of relief. You rested your head back on Gojo’s shoulder and looked at him with bleary eyes. 

“Didn’t I tell you to say quiet?” 

His tone was firm, a little harsh, as he glared at you. You gulped nervously, but before you could respond, Gojo maneuvered you so you straddled his lap, face to his neck. 

“If you’re going to be so goddamn loud, I need to shut you up. One more sound and you don’t get to cum.”

You weren’t used to Gojo being this mean, but you couldn’t say that you didn’t enjoy it. A deep heat tickled at your clit at his voice, and you nodded dumbly and tucked your face into his neck. 

“Such a good slut,” Gojo wrapped his arms tightly around you, and his breath picked up. “Hang on.”

Gojo gave you no other warning as he started to pound into you. 

You wanted to scream, it was right there at the back of your throat, but you held it in. You knew that Gojo wasn’t lying, and you needed to cum. It was so close. 

Gojo’s seat squeaked with each debilitating thrust, with each harsh jab against that spot. He was mercilessly as he targeted at it, showing you no relief as he pounded against it. 

You couldn’t hold the scream anymore, and acting on instinct, you sunk your teeth into the meat of his neck. 

“Fuck!” Gojo hissed, the pain of you ripping into his neck making his cock throb deep in your cunt. He’d never admit it, but he loved when you hurt him. 

You gnawed on his neck, tasting a bit of blood as you hurtled close to the precipice of your orgasm. Your legs were burning hot with electricity, and your climax was so close you could taste it. 

You unlatched from his shoulder and cried softly. “Satoru- I-“

“I know,” he groaned, the end tapering off to a slight whimper. “I am, too.”

His thrusts were erratic- harsh and rough and fast, but no true rhythm. Loud moans tried to bubble in his throat, and in a similar fashion to you, he latched his lips to your shoulder and sucked harshly. 

“Please, let me cum, Satoru,” you sobbed as quietly as you could. Your fingers clenched tight to his shirt, surely wrinkling it, but too occupied to care. 

“Cum, fucking cum,” Gojo growled, and that was it. 

You tried to fling your head back, but Gojo caught you and pressed your face in his neck as you released, waves of your cum soaking his cock. 

You shook violently in his lap, and the contracting walls of your cunt sent Gojo over the edge as well, his hot cum spurting inside you. 

You whimpered pathetically as feeling him cum extended your orgasm. Gojo panted heavily as he filled you up with his load, almost whining, as his seed leaked from your fucked-soft hole. 

You whimpered as you slowly came down. You could feel the warmth of Gojo’s last few spurts of cum fill you, keeping you warm in the theater’s cold atmosphere. 

As Gojo came down, he let out a loud sigh and slumped back in his seat, your head still nestled in his neck. 

“Damn, princess,” he laughed breathlessly. “Didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.”

“You’re the one who started it,” you sassed, and rose from his neck. 

His pretty face was flushed a deep red and, as you expected, his pristine white shirt was wrinkled. Not to mention the small red stain on his collar. 

“Oh shit, I made you bleed.” You absently brushed your fingers over the wound, before leaving a little kiss to the harmed flesh. 

“No kidding. For a second there, I thought you were going to eat me.”

You rolled your eyes but settled back into his hold, basking in the ethereal glow that came post-orgasm. 

You sat holding each other for a few minutes, just nearly absorbing the others presence when loud music began to play. You looked over your shoulders to see the end credits begin to roll, and people gathering their things to leave. 

“Did we fuck that long?” you mumbled to yourself, and Gojo laughed. 

“I guess so.” 

It was awkward getting off of his dick. It had plugged his cum inside you, so as you stood, it all came rushing out and splattered on the floor. The crotch of Gojo’s pants were wet with a mix of your cum and his. 

“It looks like you pissed yourself,” you teased as you adjusted your panties back over your cunt. You grimaced as Gojo’s seed began to soak the fabric. 

“It’s not my fault your cunt turns into a slip and slide any time you think you’re about to get dick,” Gojo jabbed back. He grabbed his glasses from his pocket and put them on. “But you are a slut, so it’s not surprising.”

“Only for you.” 

Gojo picked up the discarded popcorn bucket and looped his arm around your waist, which you were grateful for. Your legs wanted to collapse beneath you. 

The walk to the car took longer than it should have, and you got more than your fair share of weird looks- not that you were surprised. You probably looked a mess. 

Gojo opened your door, and you thanked him as you crawled inside. When he climbed into the driver’s side, he leaned over and gave you a quick kiss. When he pulled away, he had a smug smirk on his face. 

“Round two when we get home?”

[theblvckvenus]

In the Library

Summary: Henry comes home from filming earlier than you’d anticipated. He decides to show you how much attentions he’s missed giving you and you don’t make it out of the library.

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Reader, Henry Cavill x Fem Reader 

Warnings: NSFW, smut, choking, rough, dubcon, sub/dom

18+ ONLY

You were settled in the study, book rested against your thighs in the curled position you sat in. Henry was out of London, filming all weekend and you’d been bored on your own. All of yesterday you’d spent curled up in his t shirt, ordering food and bingeing Netflix. Too much lazing, you’d resolved to do a mildly productive activity this afternoon and taken advantage of the varied book collection of Henry’s.

There was a sound of the front door shutting, causing you to shift in panic, slamming the book shut. Who the hell was that? You clutched onto the book as footsteps padded through the house ending by the study door that was left open. Crouching up onto your toes in the seat you lifted the book as the door creaked open. As a figure entered you launched the book in it’s direction, it thudding against the wall behind Henry as he stood in the entrance to the room.

His face turned in disbelief to look at the mangled paperback on the floor before returning to you with a disappointed look. “That’s how you greet me?” There was a mild hint of laughter in his voice, but mainly he was shocked from the missile you’d just aimed at him.

“You aren’t supposed to be back till Monday.” You gasped, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins as you stood from your position on the chair.

“It is Monday, little love.” He replied with a patient smile, arms crossing across his large chest. As he watched you, you felt his eyes glance quickly over your frame, in a satin robe that left your legs exposed to the warm air of the house.

“Did my silly little baby get the days mixed up?” He asked drawing you into his hold as he spoke. You rested your head against his chest, nodding against the material of his shirt as your arms slipped around his chest.

“Missed you.” Was the response whispered into the material of his sweater. Your cheeks had turned a light shade of pink, blushing at your own absentmindedness.

Henry chuckled, large hands sliding down to your lower back as he held you “Maybe Daddy needs to wake his silly little baby up? Seems she’s not been paying attention to anything whilst I was gone.”

Raising your head in surprise, you gave him a puzzled look for just a second before your body was pushed against the bookshelf beside it. He had your face crushed into the wooden shelving, back to his large frame as you reeled from the surprise of the action.

“Do you want Daddy to teach you that lesson little one?” His voice remained patient, large hand on your shoulders keeping you pinned in position as he awaited the reply.

You nodded, breathing a soft yes into the wood at your mouth. It wasn’t loud enough for Henry to hear but the motion of your head told him what he needed to know.

“Good girl.” He muttered, large foot stepping between yours and kicking them apart so you were stood in a wide stance before him. You turned your jaw slightly to watch him but barely had the chance to before his whole body was pressed against yours, pinning you harder into the bookshelves.

“No y/n. You face forward until I say so. Look at those pretty books you like to get so lost in.” He growled, hard chest keeping your head forward. Your cheek stunk in an almost painful sensation against the spine of the books but the anticipation soothed the feeling.

“Yes, sir.” The only response that would make this easier for you. You could already feel the wetness between your legs, eyes closing as you waited for his next move.

The pressure of Henry was gone from your back and next thing you felt was a rough slap against your ass. “Lift that robe for me. Let’s me see what Daddy left behind.” He said quietly, kneeling down as you obliged him.

You held the material in your fingers exposing your bare ass to him, causing a quiet groan to come from his mouth. Henry knelt between you legs now, his large shoulders shoving in between your thighs to give him prime access. His teeth hooked through the material of your panties, slipping them down to fall around your ankles.

“Fucking soaking for me babygirl. Why did I ever leave you?” He whispered into your thigh, biting the sensitive skin as you whined quietly. Henry kissed up from that spot to rest his mouth at your entrance. He angled his jaw upwards, leaning up to press a deep kiss to your heat, his tongue sliding between your lips.

As he tasted you his hands moved back up to smack your ass again, the sensation making you jump. He seized the opportunity asyour legs widened in surprise, forcing his tongue further in to explore your entrance, licking and sucking as you mewed appreciatively. His upper lip trapped your clit in his mouth smoothering it with sloppy kisses that had your legs quaking beside him.

Moments later Henry sat back and you could hear him licking the sweetness from his lips before he stood back up to full height. “What do you say babygirl?”

“Thank you Sir.” You whimpered into the bookcase, the structure causing the sound to echo back at him.

Henry hand snaked around your waist undoing the tie of the robe and pulling it roughly from your shoulders. The patient man who had entered the library was gone now and you could tell he was hungry for you. As you stood completely naked before him Henry let out a deep sound, closer to a growl then something a man would make.

One hand undid his own trousers and his other lifted your arms to hold the shelves beside you. You were greatful for the guidance, knowing you’d be needing the support later on.

Henry’s hand moved his tip forward past your cheeks to rest at your entrance. His stature left you mismatched in height and you lifted yourself onto tip toes so he could slide into you. Next moment Henry was filling your insides, the feeling almost causing you drop back down onto your heels.

“Let daddy help you, little one.” He said quietly his own feet finding purchase under yours, letting you stand on them so you were comfortable. Next he was sliding back out of you, before sinking quickly back in. Henry found an easy rhythm, each motion as deep as he could force himself, biting and kissing along your bare back and shoulders to distract from the feeling.

You rewarded his actions with soft moans that only caused his hips to move faster. The added pressure caused you to bite down on the wooden shelf, muffling your cries from him, head knocking the books each time he filled you.

Henry continued slamming into you but his hand closed around your hair, pulling back till your forehead was rested beneath his chin. Your spine curved beneath him but you felt no discomfort at the position, to preoccupied with his member pummelling into you.

“Good girl, y/n. Going to take every last drop daddy gives you. He enunciated the words with a sharp tug of your hair drawing a choked sound from your lips.

Each of his thrusts pushed your hips into the frame of the book case, the feeling inside your heat as if you were splitting apart. There was no room to move, no way of escaping the massive presence within you. That realisation alone had your stomach contracting, nails clawing at the books as you struggled against the feeling.

Henry spotted the desperate movements you were making, holding deep within you as your hips squirmed atop his larger one. He was waiting for you to ask him. “Please, please Henry.” You managed to gasp out, feeling every vein against your inner walls, the curve of his large dick sending spasms down your thighs. “Please sir can I?”

“Not yet.” He grunted against your ear releasing the pressure of your hair and hooking an arm round your neck to drag you backwards towards the middle of the library. “You’re going to wait till daddy’s emptied into you and then you can come. Teach you a lesson about throwing things at me.”

You whimpered at his response, completely powerless in his arms as his large forearm at your throat kept you impaled in place. For a moment Henry kept the short, sharp thrusting movements into your heat, back pressed to his chest.

Henry wasn’t ready to finish with you yet however and just as you were about to give in to yourself he pulled out, flipping you round to face him.

“Not yet baby, not till you have my permission.” He growled lifting you by you waist into his arms laying your back down on the rug of the library floor. As soon as you were safely placed beneath him, his body was atop yours again, hooking your legs over his shoulder as he pushed in. The change in position left you winded, gazing up into his blue eyes.

One large hand moved to your neck, squeezing your throat as he regained the same rhythm, slamming hard to you. Your eyes were searching his as you begged with each new thrust for permission. It only took a few more deep strokes before his jaw clenched and you felt the hot seed spurting out against your cevix. Henry cotinued his thrusts, your inner walls miking the liquid out of him until he was completely done.

With that feeling he grunted a quiet yes that had your stomach tightening as you finally relaxed into the orgasm. His elbow nudged pressure down onto your soft stomach, intensifying the feeling as you spasmed against the rug. Your orgasm was coupled by loud cries of pleasure that echoed around the library.

Both of you were left breathless in the aftermath, your nails still clenched around the muscle of his arm. You relaxed your grip stretching out beneath, exhaling heavily as he pulled out of you.

Henry sat back on his knees, hands on your shoulders as he helped you sit up. You offered him a shy smile, reaching for the robe strewn out on the floor to lay it back over your shoulders.

“Now I don’t have to worry about anything else thrown at me will I little miss?” he asked with a chuckle, letting you reclothe yourself as he stood.

You nodded, pulling yourself up to stand infront of him, tucking a strand behind your ear with a light laugh. “Never again Henry, I promise.”

[poutybinz]

warnings: first time sex, playful banter, size kink. yeonjun’s got a big dick.

“yeonjun it’s not going in.”

“what do you mean, it totally can fit! it’s not even that big!”

“...are you listening to yourself at all?”

you let out a frustrated sigh, rolling your eyes as you let your legs fall back into the bed. you had been laying with your legs spread for entirely too long while yeonjun had tried to inch himself inside of you, but to no avail.

he would get a couple of inches in before it would either hurt, or just be too uncomfortable for him to go any further. you had truly tried everything! lube, fingering, yeonjun even bought you a toy to try and help to open you up a little more.

and yet, here you were. yeonjun’s 7 inch hard cock staring you in the face while he stood pouting, trying to hide his disappointment at not being able to fuck you.

“c’mon, can’t we try again? maybe we need a new position.” yeonjun was determined, and you couldn’t blame him. you did feel bad for essentially blue balling him everytime he wanted to have sex, but it wasn’t like you could help being tight. most guys go on and on about tight pussies, nobody talks about being too tight.

you couldn’t do anything right, you swore it.

you grunted as you sat up, massaging your sore inner thighs. “what other position? anyway you put it, it still feels like you’re burning me at a stake with your godzilla dick.” yeonjun snorted out a laugh and you bit back one of your own. “but seriously babe! we’ve been trying this for days at this point, there’s gotta be something.”

yeonjun plopped down next to you on the bed, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you close to give you a kiss on your neck. “i don’t wanna be pushy but fuck, i’ve been fantasizing about fucking you for months. you gotta know this is killing me.” you sighed softly, his soft kisses causing goosebumps to break out over your skin. “i just get so close and then it doesn’t work, all i wanna do is claim you. want everyone to know this is mine.”

his hands inched closer and closer towards your core and instinctively your thighs opened for him. when his fingers came ghosting over your warmth you gasped, hiding your face in his shoulder. “everyone knows it’s yours, stupid, you won’t let anyone live it down.” yeonjun hummed a small laugh as he drug his index finger up your core until he got to your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub in slow circles. “you love it when i’m possessive, don’t give me any of that.”

his voice was deep and rumbly in your ear and you found yourself somehow bucking into his hand, holding onto his arm. you’d be lying through your teeth if you said you didn’t want him inside of you, it was like your body was craving it sometimes. but even you couldn’t get anything to fit, sometimes your one finger was too much.

you hated it. truth be told, you just wanted to be wrecked by your boyfriend and his giant dick. was that really too much to ask for?

“let’s...” your voice slurred a bit and you could feel yeonjun’s prideful grin. “lets try a new position. you lay down and i’ll try...and sit on it.”

maybe it would be easier if you could control your own pace.

yeonjun practically scrambled in place, taking no time to lay backwards. you were truly amazed at how he was still hard, his cock red and angry resting against his abdomen. there was something to be said about his love for you, but you’d think about that later.

‘focus on the task at hand. operation: capture the lochness monster.’

you climbed on top of him. hovering over his crotch for a moment before taking his dick in your hands. “i’m gonna go slow...” you said to no one in particular, rubbing the head of his cock over your entrance a few times before slowly lowering yourself on it.

“just relax...relax and don’t think about it too much.” yeonjun ran his fingers up and down your thighs, lower lip trapped between his teeth as you sunk down on him. his head went in easy, but the rest of him was the issue.

you had gotten couple of inches down before the uncomfortable feeling of being impaled showed up, and your face twisted in accordance. “fuck...fuck, why does...why’s your dick so fuckin’ wide, this makes no sense. who needs a dick this big.”

“i don’t know if you’re insulting me or not, but it’s not that big. you act like you’re sitting on an eggplant.”

“well why don’t you try stuffing a 7 inch rod inside of you and see how it goes?”

“wait, wait. look.”

you blinked at him before looking down at your meshing bodies, noting that you had gotten way further than you ever had before. in fact, you nearly had him all the way in! your mouth hung open in shock, staring at it for probably entirely too long before looking back at yeonjun who was grinning at you.

“that’s...it’s never gotten this far.” you commented. yeonjun nodded, his hands sliding up your thighs to your waist. “you’re almost there, baby, just a little bit more. why don’t you try working yourself down on it?”

you found yourself clenching around him, something your body did involuntarily whenever yeonjun would tell you what to do, and the sharp inhale that accompanied it let you know that you were definitely doing the right thing. so, you leaned forward a bit and rolled your hips, steadily fucking yourself with his cock.

“that’s it...fuck, you look so hot like this.” yeonjun’s hands slid upward from your waist towards your back and you leaned down to press a lingering kiss to his lips. for the first time, it was actually starting to feel like sex. it wasn’t uncomfortable, nor did it hurt; but there was this faint burning pleasure lit in the pit of your stomach that was only burning brighter with every kiss and touch from yeonjun.

the way he groaned desperately into your mouth, his hands grasping at your ass while you kept grinding down onto him, it was intoxicating.

with a final moan of his name, yeonjun was fully sheathed inside of you. and it felt incredible.

“holy shit, it’s in. i cant believe it.” you were breathless, lips ghosting over his. “i feel like you’re in my stomach.” yeonjun’s eyes fluttered and it took everything in him not to start fucking into you right there.

“you have no goddamn idea how sexy you are.”

you licked your lips and shot him a cheeky smile, placing your hands on his chest before sitting up. “gonna ride me, dollface?” yeonjun looked entranced, staring up at you with reddened cheeks and lidded eyes. it made you feel just as attractive as he always told you you were, and suddenly you got this burst of confidence.

so you lifted yourself up a little only to sink yourself back onto him, and the chorused moans between the both of you let you know you were finally doing it right.

[ramp-it-up]

Fine

Pairing: Rafel Casal x Reader

Word count: 2Kish.

Warnings: SMUT, 18+, MINORS DNI, CURATE YOUR OWN EXPERIENCE! Dark Dom!Rafa, Daveed dancing, drinking, cursing, angst, possessiveness, ex sex, face slapping, bathroom sex, fingering, oral (f receiving) clit slapping, orgasm denial, bdsm, binding, lashing, gagging oral (m receiving).

Summary: You didn’t need Rafa anymore. You were just fine without him.

A/N: This is a little dark. I think I’ve used this pic of Rafa before, but it’s perfect for this fic. And btw, I’m on my Rafael Santiago Casal Bullshit. Watch out.

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It had been 84 days and you were perfectly fine.

Out with your girls, you were wearing your freakum dress, getting plenty of attention and drinks.

You were fine.

So fine, that you were debating on which fine man to go home with. You surveyed the room for your pick. They’d all bought you a drink. You were polite, drank with them and told them you’d get back with them. You were trying to decide.

The chocolate one with the light eyes and the razor sharp fade?

The light skin with the gap teeth and hella swag?

The beefy blonde with the buzz cut?

You downed your fifth drink and moved towards those pretty gap teeth and swag.

Someone tall stepped in front of your 5” 6” frame in heels. You zigged and they zagged, blocking you from your goal.

You sighed and looked up at them, ready to politely ask that they move or cuss them out. It just depended on how their face made you feel.

You looked up to see Daveed and you squealed.

“DIGGS! HOLY FUCK IS THAT YOUUUU????”

He smiled and laughed at you.

“The one and only. What’s crackin’ girl?” He leaned back and surveyed your form in the dress.

“Damn! You’re still fine as hell!” He was shaking his head.

You threw yourself at him, your short body almost knocking his big lanky ass over with your over zealous buzzness. He laughed and hugged you more, leading you away from the bar.

“Where’s my girl?” You looked around for Daveed’s other half.

“She’s across country at a gig. I miss my Lady.” Daveed’s pout was adorable.

“Awwww, po baby. I’m gonna have to tell her to give you some electronic lovin.’” You started to pull out your phone.

“Oh, don’t bother. She already knows what’s up. Come dance with me.”

Daveed had turned into Mr. Smiley, and as usual, you couldn’t resist him. But you loved to tease.

“Boy, you know you can’t dance.”

“Fuck you mean????” Daveed started doing a very ugly robot.

“Fine! Let’s dance, ugh!”

You groaned and grabbed his hand to pull him out on the floor before he could embarrass himself, and you, any further.

Y’all had a ball, laughing and trying to talk to each other over the loud music, Daveed white girl dancing and you trying to teach him some moves.

After about four songs, the music turned slow and you two stood there awkwardly.

“Well, I guess I’ll go….”

You looked around to see if High Yella was still around.

Daveed’s eyes were above your head and the hair on the back of your neck stood up.

“May I have this dance?”

FUCK fuck fuck fuck fuck.

You turned around, and came face to face with Rafael Casal. Damn he was so fine.

You cocked your hip and crossed your arms, and glared up at him, mad because you felt like this was a trap.

Rafa stared at your pushed up breasts in the dress and your nipples pebbled as he licked his lips wolfishly.

You avoided the memories of Rafael’s excellent nipple play looked back at Daveed for rescue to see that Rafa’s wingman had suddenly disappeared.

You turned your head back to Rafa, the swivel in your neck obvious.

“I should have known that you would be lurking around here somewhere.”

You rolled your eyes, super annoyed and full of attitude.

And that’s why Rafa’s dick was on hard. He needed to give you some act right.

He’d watched you promise your body to every dude in the place with that fucking dress and lead them on. He needed to remind you whose it was.

Fuck that he’d given you the ‘It’s not you, it’s me,’ months ago.

You belonged to him.

“I don’t lurk, Sweet Pea, I flow. And yeah, you know Diggs is the Yin to my Yang, and vice versa.”

Rafa was speaking low enough that you had to lean in, and you caught his scent. Fuck if you weren’t thrown back 83 days to the last time you’d let him take you apart and literally screw you back together.

That dick was an artistic masterpiece, just like everything about Rafael Casal.

But you were fine.

“You have some nerve, calling me Sweet Pea. Fuck you, Santiago.”

You were heated, and maybe it’s because you wanted some act right. You cursed your pussy’s muscle memory and the five drinks you had that were making you weak for him. Because other than that, you’d be fine.

“Maybe later.” He smirked at you, so damn cocky.

“So, are you gonna stand in the middle of the dance floor and cuss me out, or are you gonna move to the music with me?”

Rafa held out his arms and you looked around, pretending that you didn’t want to be encircled by them again. But you couldn’t be rude, right?

You stepped to him and he put his hands around your waist and crossed them behind you, pulling you flush to him. You stared at his lips as you felt him look down at you.

You didn’t dare look into his eyes, but this view was making you remember what that mouth do.

Shit.

Rafa cleared his throat.

“So, how have you been?”

You looked over his shoulder to the speakers on the stage.

“These past three months have been fine, just fine, Rafael. My life is so zen now. I’m happy.”

“Not quite three months, Sweet Pea. 83 days and 14 hours. And I’ve missed you like crazy.”

You looked up into his eyes when he said that. Oh, hell.

“Oh. Did you now?” You were hot.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you broke up with me the morning after you fucked me goodbye, you self centered narcissist asshole.”

You tried to leave his embrace, but Rafa slid his hands around to hold you fast, thumbs digging into your hip bones, hurting you. At the same time, his grip caused you to feel his desire pressed against your stomach.

You gasped and slapped his face. Hard.

You two stared at each other on the dance floor for a full ten seconds which seemed like forever.

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed up against the stall in the bathroom, the act of Rafa pulling you in there a total blur.

It always started like this, rough, fast, and hot.

Rafa’s hands were under the hem of your dress, dragging it up so that he could grab your panties and pull them down.

“You seem to have forgotten lesson number one. Whose pussy is this, Sweet Pea?”

You refused to answer and closed your eyes, memories of him seducing you just by teaching your fucking Poetry 201 course years ago flooding your brain.

He shook his head and knelt on the filthy floor as he removed and pocketed your thong.

“You prolonging your submission just prolongs the punishment, Sweet Pea. Is that what you need tonight?”

He licked a stripe up your leg and slung it on his shoulder, rutting into your pussy with his mouth.

Your protest at him stealing your clothing died on your lips and was replaced by a moan as Rafael’s skillful tongue started to swirl around your clit, while his fingers came up to roughly finger fuck your cunt.

“Damn, Rafa.”

You moaned and pulled his hair as his other hand came up to try and still your squirming on his face.

“Shut up and stay still, damnit.”

He spoke to you through your pussy, and your eyes rolled back in your head as the vibrations drove you crazy.

You tugged harder on his hair, which made him graze your clit with his teeth. Then, he laved it with his tongue and leaned back to look at it adoringly and then up at you.

You stared down at him, and watched his face glisten with your arousal. Then you caught his look. He sighed at your insolence.

“Fine. You know the drill. This is going to be payback.”

Before you could move, Rafa reached up and lovingly swirled three fingers around and around your clit, then slapped it three times.

You screamed, thankful that the club music was back to a loud cacophony.

He looked at you again, smiling that fucking smile.

“You wanna cum all over my face, Sweet Pea? Want me to make you unravel right here?”

You refused to answer him, but you both knew what was up. Rafa just chuckled at you, and leaned back in to devastate you with his mouth.

He flattened his tongue and took wide, languid strokes against your clitoris, keeping eye contact with you.

You were on fire, all nerves alive and reacting to what he was doing. He inserted two fingers inside you and curled them so precisely to that spot that always made you wonder if he was present at the engineering of your pussy.

You quivered, eyes squeezed shut and tears eaking out, so close to doing what he’d asked you about and bracing for it. Your muscles were taught, your feet were on tiptoe, even further than your 5 inch heels required, and you were holding your breath.

As soon as you felt you were about to gush into his mouth, suddenly, his warm tongue was replaced with cool air, and his fingers withdrew from your cunt.

“Arrghhhh! Cash! Fucking hell????”

He stood up, licking his fingers as he turned away from you, washed his hands and face, and used the water on them for his hair.

You were quivering with rage and desire. As you fixed your mouth to cuss him out, he spoke, calmly.

“You better not fucking move until I’m done.”

Rafa’s ice blue/green eyes in the mirror, and the tone, made you stand stock still, your dress still around your waist. Your pussy throbbed with excitement.

He finished the swoop, then turned back around to you, straightened your panties and pulled your dress down.

Then, he grabbed your face, pushing you against the stall again. His voice was menacing and cold.

“That’s just the beginning of your punishment for slapping me out there.”

You were dripping on the floor now. You wanted to hear what was next, despite yourself. No one could destroy and put you back together as eloquently as Rafael could.

Fuck, how you’d missed it. You were so wound up.

“If you want me to finish it, you know what to do. If you’re done…”

His eyes took in your face. So fucking beautiful.

“Well, goodbye Sweet Pea.”

He leaned in, and gave you a kiss, releasing your face and his hold on you. You moaned a little and put your arms around his neck, reveling in the tenderness while wanting the pain.

You whimpered as he pulled away, backed toward the door and walked out.

You went to the sink and put a cold paper towel on your neck, fixing your makeup and hair and getting your mind right.

You looked in the mirror. You were fine. You didn’t need what Rafael Casal had to offer.

You made a decision, straightened up and walked out of the bathroom.

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An hour and a half later, you were in Rafael’s bedroom, naked on your knees, hands tied around your back, the lashes on your ass throbbing, gagging around his cock and praying that he’d let you breathe before you passed out.

You didn’t need Rafa.

But you wanted him.

And that was more than fine.

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I hope it was fine for you! 😜

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