#like how does it feel to dig yourself in a hole you cant come back from as a result of your own actions

[puhpandas]

Tony Becker is one of the only times that I've seen that a character has actually been doomed by the plot when people say he is

[dwaekkicidal]

hihii ! i love the way you write hybrid skz, it’s just so fun to read & i eat it up everytime 😚🫶 !!

lowkey might be cliche LMAO but i’m obsessed w the thought of fox!innie & bunny!reader, either reader is in her heat & innie is being a little horny shit or .. reader is sick of his bullshit & ends up bouncing on his dick until they’re both whimpering messes ><

if i cant have this, whats the point in being alive. (im kidding) (im not) thank you for this anon i love you so bad

also this is gender neutral! i talk about breeding but fox!jeongin thinks if he tries hard enough, he can and will get you pregnant. no matter what. :)

alpha fox!jeongin who smells your heat days away. that in itself is enough to get him going but when he sees you start to nest, in his bed, he absolutely loses his mind

he gives you no time to say anything before he's dragging you to said nest, tossing you onto it and settling himself on top of you

he starts off just hovering above you as he plants each kiss, hickey, and bite to your neck. he's insanely impatient and will have you bent over and impaled on his cock no longer than a few minutes after having pinned you to the bed.

depending on what you're wearing he might start fucking you within a few seconds- he'll yank your top off and will simply push your underwear to the bottom of your ass and sink into you fully, no prep because he wants you to really feel all of him <3

and he's so mean when he fucks you!!! switches between either tangling a hand in your hair and shoving your face into your nest OR grabbing a tight hold at the base of your bunny ears and pulling, forcing you to arch your back for him

his cock is nestled so deep that you can feel him in your guts, your stomach eventually hurting from how hard he pounds into you and from how much he cums inside of you

and speaking of cum, don't you dare even think about wasting any of it. deep down he knows its inevitable that it will spill out, especially because he cums actual buckets every time, but also because he cums into you over and over and over again

however! that wont stop him from getting easily pissed off when he sees a drop of his cum venturing too far from your puffy hole >.<

youll be lucky if thats enough for him to pull out for a second, but more often than not it leads to him pulling you upright and flat against his chest so he can land a few slaps to your thighs while he's still deep inside of you, his hips no longer moving

says shit like; "what do you think you're doing??? ungrateful bunny. i put all this effort into fucking you silly and all i ask is that you keep my pups safe." with a tight grip on your hair holding you perfectly still so he can whisper it into your ear.... ugh..

if youre too out of it and dont answer hes gonna growl and start fucking you hard. his free hand is gonna drop to your thighs and scoop up any loose cum so he can shove those pretty fingers down your throat- "since this little hole wont accept my cum, that slutty mouth'll have to do."

when he does eventually get tired, literal hours later..., you're finally allowed a break! he lets you do your thing in the bathroom, growling to himself at the thought/knowledge that you're gonna be ridding yourself of- wasting- a lot of the cum he just allowed you

but oh! whats that? jeongin is starting to feel a little hot and under the weather by the time you come back in the room? wait... he thinks you triggered his heat? oh. well, in that case, you can go a "few" more rounds, right? :)

it doesn't take long for him to rest his back against the headboard after dragging you back to the bed. and he'll kiss your complaints away when the action causes your nest to get messed up. he doesn't let you get too upset about it, cause he loves you to death! and if forcing you to ride his cock and take it to the very hilt is enough to stop your heart from breaking, then he will happily do so

long fingers digging into your thighs and shit eating grin spread across his face, his canines poking out slightly as he stares up at you as you ride him. and when you inevitably get too tired to continue, he's gonna use those pretty muscles to lift you and drop you onto him!

and dont worry! your pretty little whimpers and cries dont discourage him :) and thats because "you need to take it, bunny. 'm not stopping until your cute little tummy is full of me." so if you've never met a stubborn person before, you are in for a real treat with this greedy ass hybrid.

he's soooo happy... this position lets him go so deep, scratching that little itch in the back of his head about how he needs to breed you- and he's sure he's doing it thoroughly enough when your nails dig into his shoulders in overstimulation.

dont mistake his own whimpers for him running out of fuel! he's not even close to being done yet, so don't expect to get away anytime soon~ you're gonna sit right there, on your rightful throne, and you're gonna accept every. last. drop. of his offerings.

he needs to mark his somehow <3

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[comet-forgot-you]

pls pls pls write some sub!sam there’s nothing out there and I’ll give you my LIFE 🙏🙏🙏

smut. 18+ pls.

sub!sam who seems to have control in every aspect. shes a natural leader, always knows what to do, shes the one everyone goes to with any issues.

sub!sam who agrees with her friends when they talk about whos more dominant in the bedroom between you two. they obviously say its her, you dont disagree or confirm. you let sam dig herself into a hole, looking at her with an unimpressed look.

sub!sam who doesnt know why she keeps lying. she knows whats to come just from the look on your face. eyebrows slightly raised as she lies straight through her teeth. she knows that the second the two of you are alone, you’ll have her on her knees, a hand in her hair to tug her closer to your cunt.

sub!sam who doesnt say anything when you two get home. she knows shes in trouble, but you dont seem to do anything. you get yourself ready for bed and sam cant help but do the same in complete silence, looking at you expectantly. you have to be planning something, right?

you dont tell her anything. you get into bed, sam following soon after. you cuddle into her side, head on her chest and she slowly wrap her arms around you. youre quiet, and just when sam think you’ve fallen asleep, you move your hand under her shirt, pinching her nipple between your fingers.

sam whines, head dropping back. you feel the bud harden beneath your touch. you twist and tug on her nipple, leaving sam as a whimpering mess in your hold. “fuck,” she whines out, hips bucking against nothing. every tug on her sensitive nipple sends a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, settling in her core.

“you have all the control, hmm?” she hisses when your hand switches to her other nipple, giving it the same attention you gave the other.

“i didnt mean it.”

“why’d you say it then?”

you tug her nipple the second she opens her mouth to respond, all that comes out is a stained moan. you pull away from her, moving to sit between her legs. she looks up at you with pleading eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. you tug her boxers down, fingers moving to spread her sticky folds apart.

sam hisses when you blows a stream of cold air onto her exposed cunt. she wants nothing more than to close her legs. you leave her alone for a minute or two, getting the vibrator you had used on the girl so many times before. when you come back to her, her thighs are closed and shes bucking her hips, a weak attempt at soothing the ache between her legs.

you tap her thigh, “open,” and she does exactly as you say. you find yourself between her legs once again. you push the vibrator through her folds, wetting the toy before settling it on her clit. its not on yet, but that doesnt stop sam from moaning like it is.

you turn it on and the vibrations against her clit have her whimpering out. you circle it around her sensitive clit, leaving sam as a moaning mess as she works up to her orgasm. her head is thrown back, eyes closed as she focuses on the pleasure between her legs.

“look at me.” sam listens after a few moments, eyes meeting yours. theyre blown with lust, bottom lip taken in between her lips. “good.” she squeezes her eyes closed for a moment, opening them when you smack her inner thigh.

“fuck!” sam’s close. you can tell. her eyes struggle to stay open and on you, her fingers curling into the sheets beneath her. you can see the way her abs tense slightly beneath her raised shirt. her moans get closer together, more desperate than the last.

you tug the vibrator away at the last possible second. sam’s eyes widen, whines and quick “nonono’s” leaving her lips. you give her a second for the orgasm to subside before replacing the vibrator on her cunt.

“look at you sam,” you whisper. she shivers, pleading to you as she bucks her hips up to meet the toy. “you were all big and bad, telling all your friends how much control you have. look at you now, baby. just a desperate mess, all for me.”

“all for you, baby, please. im sorry, ill be good, i promise. just let me cum, please baby, ‘m sorry,” she whines out. it sends heat coursing through your body, but you wont give in, whats the fun in that?

“no, baby. you need to learn your lesson. be good and take what i give you, yeah?”

[aaizawashouta]

Call Me Daddy

pairing: sasuke x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

summary: sasuke always give you want you want, but that doesn't mean he has to be nice about it.

warnings: smut (18+ minors, dni) all porn no plot, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), squirting, dirty talk, mean sasuke, gentle praise, daddy kink, p in v

a/n: i have been feral lately. i wrote this in one sitting. it is not proofread. sorry for any errors. enjoy.

There’s nothing he hates more than nights where you go out with Ino and Temari. Okay, maybe that isn’t completely true. Looking down at you, knees to chest, his dick buried to the hilt inside of you, Sasuke knows it’s the alcohol in your system that makes you like this. A little fuck doll. Does it matter if you come? No it doesn’t, and you don’t care. You always make sure to tell him so. Want to be a good girl for him. Just want him to fill you up.

“Don’t worry about it hurting, daddy. I can take it.”

Sasuke’s grip tightens on your thighs. That’s new. A slip of the tongue, he can tell by the way you won’t meet his eye anymore. And he isn’t having that. He’s never shied away from giving you what you wanted. You’ve just had to ask for it.

Never meant he was nice about it either, though.

“Daddy, huh?” he says, biting into your calf.

Your head falls back with a moan, fingers digging into the sheets. He hasn’t stopped his brutal pace once. Hips canting forward, balls slapping against your ass. Sweat glistens your skin, making him stick to you. Sasuke leans forward, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together. His gaze is hard as he looks down on you.

“Do you want me to be your daddy, baby?”

You nod, making his hand squeeze your cheeks harder. You swallow thickly before correcting yourself. “Yes.”

“How badly do you want it?”

The groan you let out is rough, accompanied by the way you bare down on him. Velvet walls squeezing him as if he’d slip out any moment. It makes him hiss, free hand coming down to slap the back of thigh.

“How badly, baby?”

He lets go of your face. “So badly, daddy.”

There it is. Sasuke never thought he was that type of guy. But you just do something to him. Make him feral. He pulls out of you, causing you to whine. He glares at you, tells you to stop being a fucking brat before he’s moving down the bed, coming face to face with your shimmering center. Your hole is gaping from him stretching you open. It’s your favorite part, when he first enters you. Sometimes begging him not to prep you because you need to feel how much it hurts. Fucking feral. He groans, knowing that you taste like the sweetest nectar around. But that’s not his goal, not right now.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes.”

Sasuke smacks your thigh. “Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He grins at you, a mean, wicked thing. He savors the gasp you let out when plunges three fingers in. wasting no time, he set a fast pace, the force so brutal it made your tits shake. There’s no stopping the sounds that fall from your lips. They echo around the bedroom making sweet music along with the squelching of your pussy trying to clamp down on his hurried fingers with every thrust of his hand.

“Grab your pretty tits for me baby,” he says with his eyes on you, hungrily watching your every move. “That’s it. Tug on those nipples, don’t be shy.”

With your hands busy, eyes shut with the pleasure you were receiving, Sasuke leaned up, flattening his tongue against your clit. He couldn’t stop his grin when he felt you jolt.

“Fuck, daddy, more,”

His cock throbbed at how wrecked you sounded. If you kept it up, he’d have your mouth wide open and choking on him. Oh, that’s an idea. Speeding up his hand even more, Sasuke starts to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. He had to grab your thighs and hold you down so you’d stop running away from him. He can feel you quivering, you’re so close, but he isn’t quite done with you yet.

Pulling his hand out of you, he immediately smacks your pussy. Your hips rut up trying to chase the pleasure. He smacks it again before rubbing at your clit. You’re almost screaming from the pleasure. Hands knotted in the sheets, hips canting in the air. You’re a sight to behold, Sasuke wishes he could take a picture. Take it with him when he leaves.

“Fuck, fuck, daddy, please.” you’re practically crying and he’s living for it.

“What is it baby? What do you need?” you shake your head, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Have you run out of words already? Has he made you that stupid? The fun has barely started. “Come on, baby. Be a good girl, use your words. What do you want daddy to do?”

“Come, I want to come. Daddy, please make me come.”

Sasuke grins up at you, applying more pressure to your clit as he abuses it. “Oh baby, you’re going to come. You’ll be coming so much you’ll be begging me to stop. I’m going to fucking ruin you like the whore you are.”

Just like that the band snaps. His whole hand is soaked, the sheet underneath you, and the inside of your thighs. He groans at the sight, precum leaking from the head of his cock onto the bed. Your choked sob brings his eyes up to your face. You look so fucking pretty when you’re like this, basking in your orgasm glow. But he isn’t finished with you yet.

Grabbing your ankle Sasuke drags you down the bed, smacking your cheek to get your attention. “We’re not done, baby girl. On your knees.”

“What?”

Sasuke raises a brow. “Did that orgasm make you stupid? On. Your. Knees.”

Knowing that your legs were practically jello, you roll off the bed, landing on all fours before crawling over to sit on your haunches before him. You look up at him expectantly, waiting for your next order. He smiles down at you. Hand cupping your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, finding its way down to your bottom lip. He pulls on the tender flesh, watching as your lips part and your tongue automatically comes out. Waiting, hungry.

“There’s my good girl.” You whine, scooting forward, wanting nothing more than the feel of his heavy cock on your tongue. “Open wide for daddy, baby. Take the whole thing.”

Both hands tangle in your hair. He doesn’t move an inch, letting you come to him. Your eyes prick with tears as he makes his way in. You love the stretch, no matter where it is. Slowly, slowly, you make until you're suffocating with his cock down your throat and your nose in his dark hair.

“That’s it — fuck, stay right there.”

His thighs twitch when you hum around him. Your mouth is so soft and warm, he could come right now if he really wanted to. But that’s not what he wants, not what you want. All of this is just foreplay. Because nothing compares to when he’s got his cock in you and you’re begging him to fill you up, to use you. His eyes roam all over you as he steadies his breathing, taking in the lewd scene that’s all you.

“You’re the perfect fuck doll, baby. You know that?”

Hand pushing on your head, you gag around him before quickly being pulled away. You brace yourself, letting him use your face for his pleasure. Tears stream down your cheeks, making your eyes sparkle. Cheeks hallowed, lips suctioning around him until he can’t take it anymore. Pulling himself out of your mouth, Sasuke reaches down and wraps you up in arms only to turn and toss you on the bed. You’re pussy clenches around nothing when you see the feral look in his eyes. He’s grinning down at you, but it isn’t nice. He’s going to devour you whole. Crack open your ribs and feast on everything that you are, everything you have to offer. When he’s had his fill and he’s done, you’ll do nothing but say thank you.

“Spread those legs. I want that cunt.”

You do so without any hesitation. Sasuke fists his cock, giving it a few generous pumps. He watches as you clench around nothing. “Dirty whore. You’re fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

His eyes never move from your pussy. Open, vulnerable, exposed. He takes a few steps forward, his hard length bobbing with each step. You eye it for a moment, a small one. Not sure what hell you’d pay if he caught you staring. You gasp, body slightly jumping when there’s a sudden slap against your center. Glancing up at Sasuke to see him with a malicious grin. You whine and writhe at the sting of the slap. He just chuckles darkly, relishing in the sounds you make as you squirm beneath him. He moves up the bed, his lips finding their way to your skin. Biting, licking, sucking a trail up your tender thighs, teasing you.

“Such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

A squeal escapes you when he drags his teeth over your clit. He’s purposely driving you crazy, but god, do you like when he’s mean. You wiggle your hips as his head dips lower, feeling the warmth of his breath ghosting over your core. You instinctively lift your hips up, exposing your dripping cunt to him. You hear him hum in satisfaction as you moan and buck in desperation for his touch.

“Such a needy little thing” he taunts, placing hot kisses to the back of your thighs, just below the curve of your ass. “You want the me to fuck you with my tongue hmm? Is that what you want?”

“No, daddy. Want your cock, need it inside me.”

Susuke gives you a breathtaking smile, his hand lifting to your face, thumb running along your cheekbone. Your breath catches. It’s a tender touch, a gentle moment. “My good girl,” he says softly. He’s reminding you. This is not punishment, this is worship.

He swiftly moves to his knees, a hand slides across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. It’s a silent scream, no sound leaving you. He’s big, so big, and he’s filling you up to the brim. It hurts, and you’re loving every inch that stretches you out. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap itself around your throat. He loves to watch you come undone around him, and he’ll never let you forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers.

“Baby girl,” he grits, hand tightening, cutting off a little more air, “you feel so fucking good.”

You stare back at him, feel as he moves to kneel on one knee, the angle shifting somewhere deeper inside of you. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is shooting out above your head, keeping you from hitting the headboard. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, high in euphoria only Sasuke can provide you. Words are pouring out of you, but you couldn’t understand what you were trying to say even if you wanted to. Whatever it is he wants to hear. Whatever keeps him close, keeps him inside of you. It’s been so long, too long and you honestly believe you’ll die if he were to leave.

“Daddy, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it.

“You going to come on my cock, baby?”

“Yes! Yes daddy. Please, please, daddy. Don’t stop. More, more, holy fuck,”

You come on his cock like clockwork, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Sasuke groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Good girl,” he praises, letting go of your throat. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your breath is a little ragged. You're sweaty, exhausted, and in need of another shower. You smile when Sasuke pulls out and lays down next to you, pushing your hair out of your face. He leans over you, kissing your lips, your forehead.

“You did so good, baby. I’m proud of you.”

You can only smile at his sweet words. You can’t decide if you crave his praise or his cock more. Within a blink of an eye, he’s got you cleaned up, a glass of water on your bedside table. You watch him from the bed as he starts the bath.

“I can feel you staring.”

“I like what I see.”

He hums, turning to come and gather you off the bed. You don’t get like this often, but maybe you should. One of these days instead of calling him daddy you’ll be telling him you love him instead. Maybe he’ll say it right back.

[kakujis]

chifuyu x overstim;

warnings: afab! fem reader, slight dacryphilia (fuyu), overstim, not proofread. MDNI.

wc: 0.5k

a/n: i had no idea how 2 format this lil drabble so it's been rotting in my drafts for months MB!!! but pls imagine… chifuyu w a closet nymphomaniac gf who cant keep her hands off him especially after work!!! NFJCNSKCKSKFK!! like its been hours since he got home and you just keep bouncing away on his overstimulated cock!! ♡♡♡

“again?” he groans, head fallen back against the sofa, his black hair stuck on his sticky forehead as you coax yet another orgasm out of yourself.

“‘m sorry, baby, you just feel s-so good,” you pant, swiveling your hips as you use him like a personal toy. it’s so messy, the way your cunt is dripping cum and slick all over his lap. and chifuyu thinks its finally over as you slow down, hands absently trailing up his chest.

but you just needed a short break before you start again, mumbling even more sorrys as tears prick chifuyu’s pretty eyes. he probably can’t take much more of this, thinking he’s gonna die as his girlfriend rides him til dawn.

“baby just one more, i promise,” you coo, slightly readjusting yourself. but even that small movement has chifuyu whining, he’s so overstimulated, brows knit and face red. “you’re so handsome, fuyu,” you compliment, as he looks up at you with glassy eyes.

once you settle in a more comfortable position, now on your knees instead of your feet, you start to move again. the slide of your walls along the length of his cock always feels the best, that’s why no toy satisfies you like chifuyu does. plus, you know chifuyu likes it too, even when he’s telling you no more, his nails stay digging into your waist and his cock stays hard as you milk him of every drop of cum.

just like today, as he groans and whines, he makes no effort to move you off, instead starting to jut his own hips up into yours.

“thought you said no more?” you giggle, but he ignores you, planting his feet firmly on the ground to position himself to take control and rut up into you. your moans are loud, tumbling chifuyu’s name like a chant, but it’s nothing compared to the squelch of your hole which continuously drips liquid down your legs. the both of you are too fucked to think about the mess underneath, as you continue grinding on him, pussy twitching at how pretty his expression is, brows knit and jaw slacked.

you can feel your orgasm coming, the coil thats tight and about to unwind. luckily, chifuyu isn’t far behind himself, evident by the vice grip on your hips that is sure to bruise. it’s filthy, with each slap of his balls against your skin there’s sticky ropes of cum and fluid that keep the two of you connected.

“m’close, fuyu,” you whimper as he continues to ram up into you, this time it’s him fucking you stupid. “fuck, fuyu, fuck-“ you chant, lips ghosting over his as you gasp out obscenities mixed with the sweet tumbles of his name.

he mirrors you, mouth agape as he pants, hot breath mixing together, as you two stare at one another with lust blown eyes. “cum with me, baby,” he grunts, chasing after his high, “so pretty when you cum.”

it’s the praise that sends you over, eyes rolling as you mewl out his name one more time, your orgasm hitting you like a wave. you ride your high out on him as he follows suit, stuttering out hot cum into your clenching cunt.

you fall forward, wrapping your arms around his neck. “no more,” he mumbles, head fallen against the sofa once more, eyes droopy. “seriously.” he doesn't even want to think about the mess he has to clean up after this.

“mmkay,” you reply, nuzzling into his neck. you’re full, just like you like it. as much as you'd love to go again, you figure it's time to give him rest. besides, there's always tomorrow. <3

[poppy-metal]

losing my mind over lap teasing w jordan. jordan li as an ass person. the lap dance submission is putting holes in my brain now i need movie night w the crew, you’ve taken your seat in her lap and fem!jordan just keeps her hands on your hips, forcing them back and forth, even sneaking a few bounces. you try and tell her to cut it out even though you can feel your panties sticking to your poor empty wet cunt, knowing that as soon as this room clears out, she’s gonna have you bent over, face mashed into the mattress while you clench around her fat strap. she’ll grip and squeeze your ass, watching the fat spill between her fingers. won’t be able to take her eyes off the recoil.

whines and cries and throws a fit

fem!daddy jordan :((( sitting in their lap all night nd getting more and more frustrated the longer you're not alone with them, you love the others, but you want to get fucked and they're clit blocking you. panties sticky as you shift around in jordans lap, empty pussy clenching whenever jordan squeezes your hips or bounces you on their knee. its kinda a game to them, seeing how long you last before you get so needy you cant even be social anymore. andre tries joking with you and you're bratty now, rolling your eyes at him and pouting. so cute. jordan is quick to kick everyone out then, "alright, losers, parties over. get the fuck out of my room."

n you'd be more embarrassed at the knowing look in everyones eyes and even the smirk on cates face if you weren't so goddamed wet between the legs. its not long after that you find yourself bent over, ass up, arms hugging your favorite plushie that you keep at jordans as they kiss up your arched back, fat strap pushing inside that needy cunt.

"fuck - you fucking take it so good. this what you wanted? daddy's fat cock in your pussy?"

you're already out of it. wet hole sucking their strap in as they pound into you from behind. you're backing up on it, the fat of your ass bouncing off their pelvis. still you manage to babble your assent, "yes - yes daddys cock in my pussy - wanted daddy's cockkkk - fuck, fuck, fuck. daddy!"

god, you're so hot like this this. just completely lost on their strap. mindless for it, body moving on instinct, to the point where they dont even need to fuck into you, because you're just fucking taking it. hungry pussy slamming back against their dick, and they just lean back, grip the bouncing globes of your ass and spread the cheeks - so they can look at the lewd fucking view of that juicy pussy speared open on them, impaling yourself up and down on it.

"that's it, baby. work that pussy on my dick - fuck you're so fucking hot. god, the way you back up on it - shit."

and hearing how much it affects them, even if the strap isn't their real cock, and it can't possibly feel as good for them as it does in masc!form - despite their multiple reassurances that it feels fucking amazing - you still need to hear it. need to know they enjoy it as much as you. so you look back at them as you start slammping your ass down even harder on the silicone cock, eyes big and doe like. bottom lip jutted out, "yeah? daddy likes it? daddy likes my pussy?"

you say it so high pitched and girly you nearly make them cum right there. their teeth dig into their bottom lip and they have to look up at the ceiling for a second to get their bearings, "jesus, fuck." - fingers digging into the fat of your waist as you dont let up, working your cunt on them as best you can. you take the time to admire how their chain bounces around their throat a little, the sway of those hot fucking tits - before they look back down and you see the shift in their expression. practically as feral as you now.

"fucking - c'mere." they come over you, their chest pressing down against your back, tits against your shoulders, and you feel their arms come under you, band around your waist. hunched over you almost, they dig their knees into the bed, getting balance and you know that means you're really fucking in for it, when they're bracing themselves like that. their hips drag back, thick strap sliding out of your cunt till just the fat head teases at your slick opening. "gonna fucking show you how much daddy likes this pussy-"

they slam inside - from then on its a proper pounding. you can do nothing but let your eyes roll back and let soundless screams fall past your lips as your little cunt is pummpled into the mattress. the wet slap of the base of the silcone meeting the juicy lips of your pussy fill the room, along with the shaking of the bedframe from the way they're using their braced knees as momentum to fuck you down into it. you doubt many men can fuck their wives as good as jordans fucking you right now with their strap.

"uh, uh, uh, uhhhhhhhh - da- d- daddyyyy-"

"yeahhhh - yeah. you love that big daddy dick in your little girl cunt - "

"uh huh uh huh uh huhhh."

"gonna fuckin' cum in you. gonna breed this pussy full with this fucking nut -"

because of course jordan has the kind of strap that cums. fuck, you're the luckiest girl in the world.

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

what if s/o pussy is super tight that shiggys cock gets... trapped inside her n cant take it out

SMUT BIG COCK TIGHT PUSSY

XXX WARNING ⚠️

I don't see him minding. But he keeps lube nearby.

The little whines you make while he's trapped inside your pussy just make him want to hear more of them.

Shigaraki gets off on your pain so he'll still try to pump his manhood inside you.

His thickness stretching you out way to much, he is bottomed out inside you, your walls clamping down on his cock.

He's stuck and every time he tries to pull out of you you cry and your insides constrict even more. Making his eyes roll back in his head, your nails digging into his back.

Your sex eagerly sucking him back in, refusing to let go of the swollen shaft that spilt it open, rubbing it in all the right ways.

Was it his fault he's got a massive cock. He knows he's long and fat, he's proud of it.

He's even more proud to have you come undone on it.

Let's be honest this is like a medal for him.

Sure it almost hurts him, almost, but it stills feels deliciously tight and warm.

His length engulfed in your cunt. Your walls clench and flutter around him.

If he could just get soft then that would make things easier but with how good you feel and those damn sounds you keep making its not happening anytime soon.

He tries to tell you to stop but when he opens his mouth all that is heard are his own groans and grunts followed by a slew of curse words.

He comes to the conclusion that this means he just needs to form your cunt to his cock. By fucking you more.

Maybe he should let it stay inside you all night, he thinks out loud.

"Shigaraki no, you can't be serious". You panick.

You are so sore, your sex is aching and the stinging burn makes you feel like passing out.

"Look I'm not gonna stop putting my dick in you, and if we don't take care of it, well it will keep happening so..."

"Sshh baby calm down, if you keep tossing around you'll hurt yourself even more take a deep breath cause it's not coming out." He smirked, trying to sooth you.

He most likely has to restrain you for your own good, tieing your hands above your head, his hands holding your legs in place keeping them spread wide. Restricting your movements.

"Now I'm gonna train your little pussy so be a good girl."

At some point this bastard grabs his phone and films you struggling on his dick. Yes he even does the obnoxious thumbs up pic, capturing his engorged length stuck in your sore used hole.

"Fuck you Shigaraki" you stammer out.

"Oh you are baby kitten" he giggles.

[introloves]

— voyeurism + soft dom! bokuto + edging + mutual masturbation + size kink + orgasm denial + squirting + cum play + lots n lots of cum + friends 2 lovers <3 + fluff at the end + f! reader

— word count; 2.3k

bokuto thinks it’s absolutely unfair.

unfair that he can hear you through the thin walls, fucking yourself, trying to hide those pretty noises leaving your mouth with every good hit inside your undoubtably pretty cunt.

it’s unfair that he can’t go over to your room and help you out, he’d do anything to get you to cum, by the sounds of it you’re having a hard time getting there- like there’s something weighing heavy on your mind. but he knows he’d be able to, he’d slave away at your pussy for hours to make sure your gushing down his cock, mouth, fingers, thighs, just anything.

every desperate little huff of air he can hear you make when you can’t reach your peak makes him grip the cock he’s been fist fucking along to you, tightly against the base. making sure to stop and relax, careful not to blow his load when you can’t.

it’s frustrating, he can hear you shuffling around your bed, getting in a new position to fuck yourself. probably thinking that this time you’ll get it right.

the tip of his dick is a purpling color, it hurts.

but he tries to reason with himself, if he’s using your sounds, your image to get off without you knowing, at least he can hold off for you, wait until he hears you whine high and desperate, wait until he hears the shaking of the bed smack against the wall- it helps him picture your cunt contract and wet itself, drip down those thighs he wants to be inbetween.

you start once more, the soft creaking of the bed giving away the full picture of what you’re doing to yourself inside the safely of your room.

“fuck, fuck! she’s humping her pillow isn’t she.” bokuto thinks outloud, a shaky hand coming up to his forehead, sweeping his hair back from a sweaty hairline.

hips move involuntarily at the image, smacking against the palm he had resting against himself, fingers tightening more and more around his dick. it’s jumping freely in the air, throbbing with each contraction of his balls. dribbles of precum hit his thigh, soiling himself in even more of it.

“it’s okay,” he thinks, the painful burn of keeping his orgasm at bay is punishment for what he’s doing.

this time you last longer before giving up, this time it’s too much.

your face is wet with tears, head knocked back to sob into the air. you’re covered in sweat and arousal, chest heaves with the peak that’s left you once more.

you’re so close, but you have a need to be stuffed. playing with your clit hasn’t satisfied you in days, your own fingers cant stretch you out and the plastic toys you have don’t offer the same warmth and movement a read dick gives you.

you’re crazy with lust and want- you call his name before you can even think about it.

why are you torturing yourself when you share a house with a perfectly virile, big man?

you know he’d give you what you need, know that with his build and athleticism, he’d be able to shoot a heavy load inside you like you want.

the prickle of embarrassment heats up your neck when you realize you can hear thumping,

“is he really com-“

the sound of your door opening stops your thought.

he walks right in, having the decency to stuff his aching cock back into his boxers before barging in. you can see that he’s hard, makes your mouth and pussy wet with the thought that he was doing this with you- to you.

“p-please, can’t cum, i can’t.” you sob openly, passing your poor cunt over your folded pillow. all it does it hurt, doesn’t bring you any pleasure or relief- you feel empty, you need a dick stuffing you.

“bo, it hurts. make me feel good.”

he almost cums right then and there, but he powers through it, mind set on sinking himself inside you.

“shit, don’t worry bunny. ‘m gunna take care of you okay?” bokuto pants, taking large strides towards you, his hand immediately finding your thighs, he’s so big and strong it doesn’t take much for him to have you on your back.

you open your legs, showing him all of you. you’re well past the point of any shame, the twisted need you feel doesn’t give any room in your mind for shame.

he takes a glance down at your pussy watching the light catch it, he can see you’re dripping down your thighs, puddling right at the curve of your ass and thighs.

his stare has your clit throbbing, he salivates when he sees the swollen bud.

he wants to split you open right now, but he can’t help but take two fingers and slide down to open your pussy lips. your cunt makes a wet sound as he drags his fingers into your folds, passing right over a fluttering hole that’s dripping.

“fuck.” he grunts.

“i don’t think your cunt can handle me. ‘s too tight.” he slurs, already upset at the thought. but you don’t listen.

“-no!”

the answer is desperate and pleading, you make a show to grab his big- wide shoulders. nails digging into the ungiving mass, arms outstretched to bring him close.

he’s so strong it takes almost all of your own strength to make him come down to you.

“please i can take it- don’t care if it hurts i need cum, i need your cum koutarou.” your words are rushed, makes his eyes roll to the back of his head when you call him by his first name.

“you’re dangerous, absolutely dangerous.” he thinks, if you want his cum, he’ll give it to you.

“that’s real dangerous bunny.” he growls, grabbing your hands off him, if you’re holding on like that he wouldn’t be able to put you in a press.

it’s harsh, but with how feverish and wildly you’re looking at him, he knows it’s what you need. knows that this is the easiest way to get you satisfied and pumped full of his cum.

he doesn’t have the time or patience to rid himself of his boxers, just slides his hand down and pulls his cock out.

you’re trying to hold back- really, but as soon as you see it, you’re hump the air. he has to hold you down, make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

“please!” you whine, acting as if you’re going to die if you don’t get what you want.

bokuto ignores it, grabbing your ankles, pushing them down so theyre almost at level with your head.

you didn’t even know your body could bend this way, it leaves you completely bared, pussy and ass at his mercy. it shuts you up, struggling to breathe in this position.

bokuto lines himself up with you, there’s a touch of resistance as he tries to sink in, having you like this helps, but he’s still so thick your lips stretch with the girth of him. it doesn’t stop him though.

“f-finally.” you breathe out, clutching his biceps when he starts pushing in.

you hear an audible pop when he slides his head in, a fucked out whine leaves your lips when he sinks in further, pushing against the restraint your tight cunt gives.

it hurts, but the drag of his dick against your walls makes elecriticty run down your toes. this is what you’ve been waiting for, what you’ve been craving. he’s so big, it fills you so much that you can feel it in your tummy, shuts your whining up, you’ve gone quiet and complaint below him.

your mouth hangs open in a desperate ‘o’ once he’s fully sheathed, bokuto looks on at you, his own teeth clenched tight while your pussy clenches down on him.

“that’s what you wanted, hm?” bokuto hums, smiling when you give him a nod.

he’s going to ruin you with how much you’re wetting the base of his dick, painting his pubes with arousal.

he doesn’t think he’s ever had anyone with a pussy this sensitive.

when bokuto finally moves, it knocks any coherent thought you had out of your head.

the slap of him against you is loud, not as loud as the scream you give him when you feel his balls slap against your ass though.

“shit.” the first pump knocks the wind out of him he takes a bit to adjust himself, making sure all of his weight is going into every downstroke. if he’s going to fuck you like you want, it was going to take a lot out of him.

but it’s not a problem, the start of him pounding into you makes you loose control of your body. you don’t know what sounds you’re making, or how hard your nails are biting into his biceps while he has your ankles in a hard grip. the only thing you are aware of, however, is the speed in which your orgasm comes barreling towards you.

the build up is familiar, a tight coil in your tummy, making you buck against him, he holds you down.

he wishes he could comment on how fast you’re loosing it, but can’t speak in favor of making sure you finish. you’re wheezing with every push down into you, weak little sounds leave your lips.

you wish he wasn’t fucking you stupid so you could tell him how good it feels, you wanna stroke his ego, make sure he knows he’s the best dick you’ve ever gotten. but you cum before you even get the chance.

it’s a messy haze of your pussy creaming, gushing all over him.

“f-fuh-“ you try and speak, try to get out just a word but you can’t. you can openly hear the splatter of it hit his tummy, can feel it run down your own, pooling in the crease of fat with how your body’s bent.

“you just squirt all over me.” koutarou declares with a fever in his voice. feels the need to let you know, his ego peaking.

“that’s a good girl.”

he doesn’t sound like himself, it’s a deep and guttural want that has him spitting the first thing that comes to him.

the praise warms you up, you clench down at it, giving him another spray.

everytime he leaves your pussy, his cock is coated in a thick creaminess, it’s settled right at the base of him and everytime he makes contact with your puffy lips, it leaves you painted in it too.

he’s still hammering you through it, you’re completely overstimulated, but it’s welcomed. you’ve missed the tingle and pure pleasure of it, he could fuck you unconscious and you’d wake up thanking him.

he follows soon after, hips stuttering, no longer giving you thrusts that jiggle your ass violently. hes pumping into you with languid strokes of his hips, when he cums he doesn’t want it everywhere. usually he’d take the time to paint you in it, smear it all over your abused cunt and clit, but you wanted it inside. he’s going to do just that.

a deep sigh leaves you when he spears himself for the final time, every spurt of that heavy cum settles right against your cervix, gravity helping to keep it there. he looks so good, biceps straining to keep you down, pecs squishing and even thicker thanks to his big arms being so close.

“t-thank you.”

it’s the first thing you’ve said throughout this whole thing, but you squeeze it out. an appreciative hum.

it’s the right thing to say to someone like him, the fact that he’s filled your cunt up with cum and milked your pussy for everything it has, and you’re looking up at him with wonder and the cutest dazed expression has him move his softening cock against you once more.

you hiccup, anything else following your gratitude dies in your throat.

“s-sorry.” bokuto stutters, now forcing his hips to still, slowly lowering your legs down to plop beside his body, keeping him settled against you still.

“it’s okay.”

it feels good to freely breathe again, the mess of your release looks nice against your stomach.

you don’t think you’d be able to look him in the eye after this, you’ve finished and now the repercussions of everything that went on weighs heavy on your mind.

he’s gentle now, letting himself slowly unwind from the pent up state your absolutely submissive self had him in.

there’s a harsh blush that creeps up his neck, tinting the tips of his ears red with the way you shyly rest a hand over your chest, the other coming to cover your tummy. it looks like you’re hiding from him, he can feel the lust settle now, knows that you’re thinking about how to detangle from him so you two still come out as friends.

but he doesn’t want that. he’s harbored such a crush for you for so long, the opportunity to fuck you was just something out of his fantasies, pure luck.

“y/n.” he whispers, letting you know that this is something to talk about. he’s still inside you for gods sake, it wasn’t good to shut him out after this.

“hm?”

“i like you... a lot.” he begins, searching your face for any hint of discomfort. all he sees is your eyes widen, a tiny smile on your face forming, you look like a cat who got its cream. absolutely pleased by his confession.

“i know. i like you too.”

it’s a punch to the gut, seeing your devious face light up like that.

“is that why you called my name?” he questions, and you nod.

“yeah, and well, you’re so big... i knew you’d be able to give me what i want.”

you were right, successfully going after what you’d been longing for, for so long. there wasn’t a chance in the world you’d give up your koutarous cock after this, no matter the dynamic that came with it.

“course i would, i’m gunna give you what you want all the time. you just say the word.” he boasts, bending down to kiss you sloppily, snatching your quip to his words right out your mouth.

it was nice finally have a big man like him in your arms, inside your cunt, keeping the cum there nice and warm.

[1-800-amortentia]

if requests are open could I request a Sirius Black x reader or James Potter x reader where he has a breeding kink

ofc !! requests are open for anyone else who’d like to request something. enjoy ;)

bubble gum bitch (james potter x reader)

summary: sirius and y/n get paired for a project and james does not approve. 

word count: 0.9k

genre: smut

tags: @juniebugg

requested by @msmb

warnings: breed kink, daddy! kink!, praising, penetration, pet names, bratty sub! y/n, dom!james, DEGRADING!

a/n: rumor has it, everytime i type the word cum and whore, an angel dies. goodnight. not proofread 

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“black and l/n.” the charms teacher announced, indicating y/n and sirius would be project partners. sirius snickered as he stood, staring at james who looked like he could implode as sirius moved up to the seat beside y/n at the long table. sirius winked at james before sitting next to you. 

“hey l/n.”

“hi sirius.” she chirped, twirling her sparkling pen between her fingers, bowing a bubble with her pink bubblegum.

“so i was thinking we could-“ before y/n could tell sirius her idea for their project, the large bell chimed through the castle indicating class was dismissed for the day.

“just come to my dorm around 7:30 and we can work on it, okay?” y/n suggested, looking to james and smirking. sirius nods, turning to face james, who had flared nostrils and pink tinted cheeks.

“see ya later!” sirius said to y/n, taunting james that much more.

“bye...” she said, slowly gathering her things and walking out the door.

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“did you see his face!?” molly exclaimed. y/n rolled her eyes.

“you’re overreacting. seriously. we’re just partners for a project.” y/n groaned. molly smirked.

“then why was james so angry?” molly asked. y/n’s throat got dry at the mention of james. truth be told, y/n and james had a thing. the called it friends with benefits, but y/n wanted it to be more than just sex. she really did like him.

“maybe he’s sick..” she mumbled.

“sure. love sick!” molly exclaimed. y/n’s nostrils flared.

“he’s not love sick, you git.” y/n said, a blush burning her face as molly continued to tease her.

“cmon l/n, let’s go make your bed for your study date!” molly suggested, walking up the stairs to the common room. y/n ignored her, giving the fat lady the password, walking through the portrait hole.

“i think i can do that myself, thank you.” she taunted, walking into her dorm, closing the door on a wide-eyed molly.

y/n sighed, setting her books down on her desk. a knock from the door rang out.

“go away molly!”

“it’s not molly. open up.” james said, muffled through the door. y/n’s heart fell to her stomach.

“it’s open...” she mumbled. james walked in quickly.

“get on the bed.” he demanded. y/n nodded, slowly sitting on her bed, hands shaking gently. james sent a hand to comb through his hair.

“did i do something?” she asked. james scoffed.

“dont play dumb, bunny.” james said. y/n frowns.

“i’m not....” she whispered. james pulled off his rob quickly, turning to face y/n.

“take your robe off.” he spat. she did as she was told, anticipation surging through her like electricity.

“why were you so friendly to sirius in charms, huh?”

“we’re friends...” she said, trying to reason with him.

“you were all over him.” he began, placing a hand on her chin.

“why were you all over him, hm?” he asks.

“ ‘m sorry” she whispered. he smiled.

“show me how sorry you are, pup.” james stated. y/n nodded, pulling her legs underneath her, so she stood on her knees. james towered over her as she gently pressed her lips against his. her lips trailed softly down his face, to his jaw, down to his belt buckle. gently unbuckling it. james sets his hands in her hair, his grip tighten as her lips met his tip.

“i dont want to see you get that excited to talk to anyone else in your life. got it?” james said. y/n hummed in response, sending vibrations down his length, giving him goosebumps.

“j-just like that. that’s it.” he said, guiding her head back and forth, thrusting into her mouth. tears sprung to her eyes as he quickened his pace. she gaged softly, trying her hardest to stay quiet as he continued his motions.

“merlin. so gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.” he grunted. y/n screwed her eyes shut as his load seeped into her mouth.

“swallow it.” he demanded. he did as she was told, swallowing his seed as james pulled her robe off.

“strip.” he said. her hands went to her shirt first, pulling her sweater off, unbutton her collared shirt as james watched with a blank gaze. her heart raced in anticipation and fear. why does he looked bored. she pulled her white shirt off slowly, her eyes falling to the bed. she moved to her skirt, unzipping the zipper in the back, stepping out of it, leaving her in her undergarments and stockings.

“that’s good. i can take care of you the rest of the way.” he said, his tone dark and angry. his hands went to her waist as he laid her down in the position she wanted him in, rings pressing against her bare skin. her legs wrap around his waist, as he pushes his length into y/n’s core. they groan in unison.

“bet sirius’ cock cant make you feel as good as mine can, huh puppy?” he asks, beginning to thrust in and out of her. she moans in response, verifying his previous answer.

“look at you. moaning mess.” he teased. her cheeks heat. his hands move to her breasts, grabbing handfuls for leverage as he quickened his pace. her head falls back against the plush mattes beneath him as he pumps harder and harder into her.

“want me to fill you up with my cum?” james taunts.

“yes please james. ‘m gonna cum.” y/n whimpers, her hands wandering to his back, nails digging into his back as her orgasm surges through her.

“want me to breed you like the whore you are?” he grunts. she nods.

“yes james. i’ve been so bad please.” y/n moans. james falls silent, breath quickening as he delivers his previous request, covering her walls with his cum. he slows down, glancing at y/n who is a sweat and mascara covered mess.

“clean yourself up, you have a project to work on.” he says, buckling his belt, pulling on his robe and walking out.

[celestialarchon]

Celebrating 1k+ Part 1: Zhongli x gn!reader

Crossover: Ancient Magus Bride

content: fluff, little bit of angst, romance

warning: themes of depression and mental illness, alluding to suicidal tendencies

The bath water was warm, soothing your inner turmoil and washing away the stress in small tides. What a day it had been, selling yourself off in an auction was strange enough but the man or creature that had purchased you was even weirder. As the auctioneer had said beforehand, you didn’t care about your own life, it didn’t matter who you were sold to. Even so, you were taken back by the sudden dragon like skull that appeared before your face on stage, bidding unreasonably high and sweeping you away in a noir cloak to his home. Calling you his apprentice, he had immediately invited you into his home and insisted you bathe.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a giggle, your neck snapped up and you were face to face with a strange creature. The creature was human like but much smaller with wings and long claws on it’s hands and fingers. It’s face was boyish, framed by two braids with traces of green and blue in its hair. Patterns of dandelions danced on it’s skin.

“Hello, sunshine,” his voice was clear as day, like a melody in the wind.

“What are you?” You breathed out.

His pointed ears twitched and he grinned, “I’m Venti! A wind spirit of course, nice to meet ya! ehe.”

“I see,” you tilted your head, remembering that Zhongli had told you it was impolite to call the fae as fae but to refer to them with familiarity. “Are you a neighbor?”

Two other humanoid creatures peered from behind Venti, the same viridescent wings sprouting from their backs and gold dandelions printed on their skin. One’s hair was red and her skin was a darker hue of green than the others. The other was blonde with a ponytail held by a flower stem.

“You know, ehehehe,” Venti giggled, and flew down, kissing your cheek. “That Morax is no good! You’re better off with us, we could cherish you truly, little sunshine.”

The fae left with those words, leaving you to your thoughts. Sighing, you emptied the bath and dressed yourself as the door shook gently with a knock. The door swung open just as you pulled your shirt over your head, finally clothed. The man stood in the door way, his gold eyes twinkling as he praised you for being patient with him and cleaning up so well. He shifted his weight and pulled something from his pocket, offering it to you.

Shyly, you took a step towards him, allowing him to slip it over your head, he chuckled, “Good puppy, this is a protective talisman. It’s a stone called Cor Lapis that formed close to a river. Over time the water from the river wore down the stone and created a hole in the middle, if you look through it you can see a fae’s true form.”

He patted your head and led you towards your room. The silver lady, Ganyu, darted into the bathroom to take care of your soiled clothing. Ganyu was a silky, a type of neighbor who liked to do chores and she looked after the house for Mr. Zhongli. She had already taken quite a liking to you.

Zhongli sat down on the edge of your bed, tucking you in, “From now on you will be my apprentice, and I your teacher, (y/n).”

His deep voice made your heart flutter just a bit, and you turned over to avoid that calculating gaze he always held. The bed squeaked as he stood, his footsteps were heavy as he walked out of the room, gently shutting the door.

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Zhongli watched your fragile figure walking away from the safety of his home and sighed, “I suppose this will make a good lesson.”

He creeped out, following you and hiding in your shadow. Venti was trying to persuade you to leave him. For some odd reason, this made Zhongli’s stomach twist up in a knot. Still, he maintained his composure and stayed hidden from the view of the troublesome fairy and you.

“Where are you from?” Venti asked you.

“A land far from here,” You sighed, “I was passed around by relatives so I was all over the place.”

“Oh?” a crooked smile formed on the fae’s lips, “Were they kind to you, sunshine?”

You grimaced, “It is.. hard to remember. But I think if I was loved by them and did love them I wouldn’t be here at this moment.”

It grew quiet as the fairy led you further into the forest. Zhongli was beginning to grow restless. You stopped and Venti turned to look at you, still hyper. He beamed at your emotionless face.

“We’ve been walking for so long, I might get lost,” Your eyes moved to the side.

“It’s fine!” Venti cheered, “You don’t have to go back there now. We have to go far to get to our land, and the others want you so badly you know.”

“What?”

“Ehe!” Venti grinned even wider as a gold light began to shimmer behind him, “There it is. A place for us, it’ll be lots of fun and we want you with us so bad, my sunshine. It’s okay, nobody’s waiting for you. You can come with me, come with us!

He continued, “Come along now, sunshine. Won’t you come with me?”

“It’s true that there wasn’t anybody waiting for me,” You began, seemingly entranced by the melodic words he spilt, “But..”

You swatted the floating boy away from you and stepped back. Your hand flew to your head as the forest around you spun. It wasn’t right. This wasn’t where you were supposed to be.

Venti screeched as you stumbled, “Sunshine! What’s wrong?”

“I don’t care if he throws me away.” You whispered, “Mr. Zhongli gave me a home and has taken care of me. He called me his apprentice and said he’d care for me like a family. Even if he does get tired of me or get rid of me, it’s okay. He’s already done enough for me.”

“Well, it seems my puppy already knows where home is,” Zhongli’s deep voice rumbled in your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

“Morax! Eh? How did you find us?” Venti cried out, scowling.

Zhongli’s fingers went to your necklace, fidgeting with it as he held it in the palm of his gloves, “You see, this puppy did need a collar and bell if you would. It’s not as if somebody like myself wouldn’t notice a place so full of magic and energy like this.”

Venti shrieked in anger, flying off into the light. Shame filled you as you turned to your master, head down. He chuckled and patted your head, pulling you closer to him. His strong arms wrapped around you and your feet left the ground, a panicked gasp left your mouth as he carried you in his arms.

“Let’s go home now,” His long hair tickled your face.

You nodded in response, still taken back by his sudden affectionate side. He was a strange man.

“You have a scratch on your arm,” His eyes were piercing as they stared at the wound you hadn’t even noticed, “I’ll have to take care of that when we get home. As your future husband, I can’t allow you to get scars so easily.”

“Huh?” You grunted, craning your neck to look at him, “Husband?”

“Ah, I forgot to tell you. You are my apprentice but you are also to be my bride and I your husband.” He spoke with a straight face, his eyes never wandered from the path as he continued towards the house.

Your eyes widened, “Whaaaaat?!”

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Zhongli had insisted you find a familiar, and you had. Xiao was a wonderful familiar although quiet. Most of the time, he was in his doglike form just trailing behind you. Occasionally he’d switch to his humanoid form to gobble up some almond tofu. You sincerely cared about Xiao, and he you.

Zhongli, however, didn’t seem as happy about this. He had locked himself in his room for days now. You knew he was exhausted from the battle against Signora and her experiments at the church but still, you were worried. Silver had begun to grow worried too, frantically checking on the strange man constantly.

“Zhongli?” You knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

The door opened but before you could react, you were pulled into the dark room and heard the slam of the door shutting. From outside you could hear Xiao panicking and calling out for you. Zhongli was sitting in the dark, still stuck in a partial draconian form. You could feel his claws digging into your skin as he growled.

“Why?” His voice shook as he buried his head into your shoulder, “What is this?”

“Zhongli, what’s wrong?” Your hands brushed his, gently trying to pull his claws from you.

His grip grew tighter and you winced in pain, “Why are you spending so much time with him? Cant you tell I miss you? Why can’t you see I need you right now?”

“Zhongli,” Your voice shook, “You’re hurting me. Stop it.”

He removed his hands from you abruptly and pushed away from you, his back on the wall. Your eyes had finally adjusted to the dark room and you could see the outline of his body. He had horns sticking out of his head and a long spiked tail. His hands were almost normal but his nails were long and sharp like claws. Every so often a forked tongue would make its way past his lips. His expression was confused, lonesome even.

Taking a deep breath, you crawled towards him, pushing yourself closer to him. You faced him, taking his face into your hands and making his cold eyes look at yours.

“I think,” You squished his cheeks gently, “You are jealous.”

He frowned, “What is jealous?”

“Jealousy is a feeling. It’s when you care about somebody and you don’t want to share them. You want them to look at you, spend time with you, and care for you instead of others. It’s a feeling us humans feel a lot.”

“Hm,” He grunted, “Is that what this is?”

You chuckled, he was like a child in your hands right now. You pulled him closer, feeling the sigh of relief he let out at your embrace.

“Zhongli, you’re feeling new feelings and that’s okay. If you’ll be my magic teacher, I’ll be your human teacher, okay?” You squeezed him in your arms.

“Okay.” He agreed quietly.

For a moment, the two of you stayed like that. Holding each other in the darkness, both of you were at peace even momentarily.

“You wanted me to have a familiar,” You kissed his cheek lightly, “As a part of my training. Xiao and I will spend time together often now. But you are my husband, my master, and that hasn’t changed. I promise, Zhongli.”

You pulled back to look at his face. He was blushing slightly which made a snicker leave your lips. His hair was loose and wild and his eyes were no longer empty but full of longing and adoration. The two of you had already seen so much together, your heart thumped even harder thinking of all the moments you’d spend together.

This man had taken you in and taught you magic. He’d sworn to save you from your curse of a short life span. He’d given you so much love and kindness. The time the two of you had spent together had only been a few short months but it filled you with joy.

His amber eyes bore into you, you could feel your face heating up as he continued to examine your infatuated expression. His palms trailed up to your face, and he pulled your lips onto his. The kiss was warm and sweet, innocent even.

“You are mine.” He whispered.

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“Where’s (y/n)?” Lumine peered at Xiao.

“With Zhongli in the garden,” Xiao grumbled, “Why’d you bring this brat?”

Lumine laughed as Aether climbed Xiao. She has brought cookies to share with her friend. Aether had also wanted to see the two who had saved them both only a year ago. Aether was obsessed with Xiao and his teal hair and tattoos.

Lumine smiled at Ganyu as she walked towards the back door. Ganyu nodded and opened the door for the young woman, letting her outside. It was a beautiful day, not too chilly and not too warm. The sun shone down and the blonde could hear your laughter from down the cobblestone path. She followed the sound, excited to see you.

As she approached the garden, she stopped seeing Zhongli twirl you around. She felt breathless seeing the two of you dancing in the sunlight. His long hair shimmered as he spun you around and caught you in his arms. The rings on your fingers twinkled and Zhongli took a flower and tucked it behind your ear. The tall man planted a kiss right on your lips and turned to Lumine, winking at her.

“Hey!” Lumine waved at you and Zhongli, “You’re finally back from the honeymoon. I brought cookies for you guys. Congratulations!”

You grinned and waved back at her. Lumine was overcome with bliss at the sight of your smile. Zhongli had really helped you grow more confident and you had opened him up more. The three of you ate cookies and laughed as Xiao barreled out, chased by Aether.

“Oh! How many kids will you have?” Lumine wiggled her eyebrows at you as you laughed at Aether.

“Kids?” Zhongli turned to you as you flushed at the question.

Lumine nodded, “Yes, when couples get married they usually have children and start a family.”

“Oi,” you laughed nervously, “We’ve only just got married..”

“Children would be nice,” Zhongli looked at you expectantly.

Xiao cackled at your embarrassment. As your familiar he could feel those strong emotions since you allowed him to. You glared daggers at the adeptus, but he only smirked. This was your karma for laughing at him while a child harassed him.

“Lots of them,” Zhongli muttered, “A big family.”

Your face only grew redder. Lumine laughed and Zhongli looked confused. You all spent the rest of the day talking of the future and munching on cookies.

[haikyuusyn]

omg i dont have a title

hi ! umm i was craving some hard dom asahi... so here we are! i hope you like it hehe <33

warnings: hard dom asahi, public sex, bratty reader, panties as a gag, breeding kink, fat cock asahi

uhhhhhhhh if theres anymore i should add let me know !!

word count: 2.2k ish

Everyone loves to talk about how Asahi is so big, yet so gentle. Which is true. But it also isn't really quite the whole truth. Asahi really is a soft, sweet man. But when you open your mouth and say the words you know will garner you his wrath? Those are your favorite days. He loves to kiss you softly and hold your hand. In public, he will play with your hair and look at you like you shine the moon out of your ass.

But, sometimes. Sometimes, you'll whine about how annoying it is being out in public, or how you want to go home, or how the food sucks and you should've gone somewhere better. Asahi pretends like he hates it, but you both know he loves it. He lives for it. His favorite thing is to show you that you’re a bad fucking brat.

As for today, you were being a brat because he forced you out with your friends, but had the audacity to not stuff you with his cock beforehand. You begged so sweetly too; he shoved his thumb in your mouth and watched you suck it and lick and with an evil glint in his eye said “fuck no”. You were furious to say the least. You refused to dress yourself so he did it for you. He picked out his favorite dress that hugged your body just how he liked it. You refused to look at him.

While out with your friends, he made you sit right next to him so he could run his fingers along your thigh. You were addicted to his touch, any little thing he gave you was heaven. But you were dead set on ignoring him. You huffed. You sighed. You whined. You complained about how the restaurant didn't have your favorite things. You ignored him every time he tried to talk to you. Your friends are used to your antics so they just try to ignore you. You glance over at Asahi and you can see the tick in his jaw. You laugh on the inside. He just so happens to look your way and when your eyes connect, yours widen when you see how angry he is. It soaks your panties. Fuck.

You cannot continue sitting here so you excuse yourself to the bathroom. Unbeknownst to you, Asahi has excused you both for the evening. Sugawara cackles, “keep it in your pants, Asahi!”

You heave out a sigh of relief when you close the bathroom door. You go to wipe down your face when you hear someone open the door. You turn around with wide eyes and relax when you see who it is. He locks the door and looks at you and you close your mouth before you say anything stupid.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You couldn't behave, even for one evening, could you, bunny?” You hum, thinking of an answer that will displease him the least. Anything you say will upset him. “Well, pet? I asked you a question, didn't I?”

He approaches you and forces you to look at yourself in the mirror. He grabs you by your tiny little neck, so easily snappable. “I-” “You? You what, bunny?” You clear your throat and steel yourself, “I. I couldn't wait, sir. I asked before we left but you wanted to make me wait and you know I’m…” “I know you are what, bunny? You couldn't wait a couple hours? I would've given you everything you wanted.” He murmurs into your neck while having a steel grip on your jaw. “You're such a cock hungry whore, you just wanted me to pull you in here and destroy your sweet little cunt, didnt you, pet?”

You clench around nothing and close your eyes. Your breathing is fast and shallow and Asahi laughs at you. “You're just so easy for me, aren't you little one?” You whimper at his words. “Sir… please…” “Why should i give you anything, bunny? What have you done to deserve it? You've been so mean to me all evening.” You pout at him. “Sir, please… I need you so bad…”

He looks at you through the mirror, you look so tiny and so debauched just for him. It makes it cock swell in his slacks. “Hmm… where do you need me, naughty little bunny?” One of his hands starts moving slowly down your body. He softly caresses one of your breasts, squeezing it with the lightest of pressure. Your nipple starts to harden under his ministrations and you let out a soft little whimper. “Do you need me here, little one?” He grazes your nipple and groans. You're so soft and tiny for him.

He doesnt stay long, living for your torture. Ever so slowly, he starts to move lower until he's at the apex of your thighs. “Maybe here, bunny?” He's moving his hand under your little dress, inching closer to where you're absolutely dripping for him. “Ah, it looks like it's here, you naughty little slut, yeah?”

Your thighs are starting to get sticky with your arousal and all Asahi wants is to lick it up. Another time, he supposes. “Wow, bunny, you're dripping. Have you no shame? Soaked for me, in the middle of a restaurant? How lewd.” The degradation is making your cunt throb, god you want anything, need anything inside you.

He's running his finger along your clothed entrance and laughing at you condescendingly. “Well,” he sighs exasperatedly, “I guess we shouldn't really expect anything else from such a deprived slut, yeah?” You moan at his words and he tightens his grip on your throat. “That's enough out of you, bunny. I dont want to hear another fucking peep from you. Naughty bunnies don't get to make noises.”

“Put your leg on the counter, whore.” You walk towards the sink on unsteady legs and Asahi slowly comes up right behind you. He reaches under your dress and slowly, so slowly, removes your dripping panties. He runs his nose along your jaw, “I have the perfect gag for you if you cant keep that fucking mouth shut, okay little one?” You close your eyes and try to keep your whimper in you; he doesn't punish you, so you assume he didn't hear you. But he did. He's just seeing how obedient you can actually be.

“See, now, if you were my good, sweet little bunny, we could be at home, I could be on my knees worshipping your cunt like it deserves to be worshipped, stretching your tiny little pussy on my thick fingers… but, no. You wanted to be a fucking brat. Just one fucking day, would it kill you to listen to me, brat?” You're about to sass him back, but he's quicker than you. He shoves your soiled panties in your mouth and grins evilly at you, “I'm pretty sure I told you to keep that slutty mouth shut. I guess you're just incapable of learning, aren't you bunny?”

Now, your boyfriend is a big man. He's six feet tall and everything about him is massive. Everything. In the beginning, you would beg him for no prep. You told him you liked it when it hurt. He refused. It took many months of convincing, and he only does it when he's unhinged and angry and it's one of your favorite things. When he uses you for his own pleasure.

He whips his fat cock out and rubs it against your ass. “You feel that, bunny? Feel how hard I am for you? I'm throbbing, babe. I can't wait to tear your insides apart with my fat dick. Can you wait, bunny?” He growls into your skin when you make eye contact in the mirror. You have unshed tears in your eyes and he can tell how much you want him.

“You want me, you nasty whore? In this fucking restaurant bathroom? Where anyone can hear you?” You whine, but nothing comes out. You nod your head frantically, he needs to know how much you need him inside you. “Hmm… I guess I can give it to you. Deep breath, bunny.” And then he slowly pushes the fat head of his cock in your quivering hole.

He bites your neck, hard, growling into the soft skin. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, bunny. Breathe, little one.” You close your eyes and take deep breaths, willing your body to relax. Fuck, hes fucking massive. It burns and it feels so fucking good. He's slowly moving forward, inch by agonizing inch, “Ah, that's it, sweetheart. You take me so fucking well, dont you bunny? It's like your cute little cunt was made for me, yeah?” You tighten even more, you don't know how it's possible. Hes stretching you to your limit and it feels like fucking heaven.

Asahi gives you about five seconds before he starts to move. He starts a slow, steady pace. In and out, moving his hips until just the tip is in and making its way back. He's so deep inside you, you can feel him in your throat. Tears are running down your face; you're starting to squirm. You want it hard and fast and sloppy and he's going much too slow for your liking. You dig your nails into his skin and he looks at you with an unreadable look in his eye.

“What? Does the little slut want more?” You glare at him through the mirror and he wants to push your face into the ground and take you like a fucking animal. “You better wipe that nasty look off of your face, little bunny, before you dont fucking cum at all, yeah?”

And yet, you tighten even more. He laughs at you and it's so condescending it makes your heart rate pick up. “Of course, how could I forget? Should I just use your cute, little hole? Should I just fucking breed you here, where anyone can find you dripping full of my cum? Just use you for my pleasure?” You're sure if he keeps whispering all this nasty filth into your ear you're going to cum from that alone.

Asahi suddenly pulls out of you and you actually start bawling trying to grasp onto him. He scoffs at you, “Shut up.” He grabs you and places you on the counter so he can grab your hips and jack hammer you into nothing. He slams right in, no warning and starts an absurd pace. He does not look at you, does not touch your clit. All he cares about is filling you with his cum; filling you up so deep your stomach bulges with the amount of semen he's giving you.

“This cunt is mine, pet. Not yours, mine. If i want to fill you with my kids and leave you high and dry, I'm going to do just that.” He's pounding you so hard you can hear his heavy balls slapping against your ass. It feels so fucking good you dont want to do anything but be his little cock whore ever again.

“How can you still tighten so much? Youre so fucking nasty, bunny. Who the fuck gets off on being used like a fucking rag doll? You're unhinged, my love.” Asahi is pounding your walls so hard your entire body is shivering. His cock is so huge he doesn't even have to try to find your g spot. He always hits it every time. He starts pistoning his cock in the direction of your sweet spot, “Either you cum like this, or you don’t cum at all. Think you can handle that, little bunny?”

You want to scream. You want to moan. You want to let everyone in the restaurant know who exactly is destroying your cunt. But your damn panties are in your mouth and no noises are coming out. Are you crying in pleasure, or frustration?

Asahi somehow moves faster and harder and it's making you dizzy. Your eyes are rolling into the back of your head. “God, bunny, you're squeezing me so tight. Are you really gonna cum from me using you like this? You're disgusting.”

And if you're being honest, that is your tipping point. Your entire body locks up and your orgasm hits you like a fucking freight train. Asahi is trying to keep his groans in while you’re creaming on his cock. He doesn't stop beating your cunt with his dick until his cumming deep inside you filling you to the absolute brim. You're still shaking by the time he's done, with tears and snot all over your face.

He pulls out slowly, watching his cum drip out of you. “Stay still, sweet bunny. Let me clean you up, yeah?” He's grabbing a wet towel and slowly and as softly as he can, wiping your battered cunt. “Let's keep a little in there though, hmm? I know how much you love keeping me inside you, bunny.”

He helps you off the counter and you collapse in his arms. “You did so well, sweetheart. My perfect little bunny. You're so soft and perfect for me, aren't you, bunny?” You bask in his praise and touches. You love when he treats you like a doll, but you especially love after. When he covers you in sweet kisses and caresses and even sweeter words.

“We're gonna go home, take a nice bath. I'll give you a massage, would you like that, bunny?” You blink blearily up at him, “Yes, sir.” He smiles softly at your serene face, “We can even use one of your favorite bath bombs. Would you like that, my perfect little pet?” You snuggle into his massive body, “Yes, sir. Mmm, I love you, Asahi.” His heart stutters in his chest, “And I love you, little bunny.”

[binniesthighs]

shy and inexperienced reader first time with jisung🥺 fluffy smut with han bc he's just so cute and i think he would be so gentle and loving ahh maybe im crying -🐱 (umm i was the one who requested that neighbours to lovers w lee know n i decided to be 🐱 anon from now on also im looking forward to it i cant wait!!! ik ur gnna write the cutest thing ever ur great i love youuu)

hello this is the cutest thing ever??? and hello 🐱anon omg!! welcome welcome eehee ♡ ah! also! I’m so hyped to get Two Tails going!! I hope that ya enjoyed the first part :) 

lets be honest, han jisung would be ready to go not even two weeks into the realtionship

please don’t fault him for it tho!! he just really really wants sexy cuddles and kisses all over his body, he literally daydreams about it all the time and can’t wait!

also he’s got you!! literally every little quirk about you turns him on, he’s sooo weak for you  

he’d never never bring it up though until you’re ready

and you’ve been thinking about it

come on we’re talking about the one and only han jisung here!! his charisma is through the roof!! he’d wink at you and your head would be spinning over how badly you’d love to have him do whatever he wants!!

there’s something about the way that he gives you shoulder massages or plays with your hair that just gets you aching to take it further with him

but, you haven’t done anything before 🥺outside of, of course, a couple make out sessions and that one day’s dry jumping that got you way more excited than you expected

so, jisung is sleeping over at your place (as he often will—“your bed is just so much comfier than mine!!”)

he’ll roll over to swoop ya up and hold you all close to him, nuzzling is head into your shoulder.

theres nothing cozier than your ball of sungie hehe—sidenote

you being the little spoon, you’re often VERY aware of how both of your hips kinda interlock

you barely know how to initiate, so you start grinding into his lap, making extra effort to let your ass brush up against those soft cotton boxers of his

he’d giggle “what are you doing?”

“i just like how it feels” you mutter quietly

“what’s that babe? can you say that again?”

this time you grind down harder, and he feels it

jisung groans out a bit, then pulls you into him, no space between your bodies while you continue. he’s gulping down every little bit sensation he can feel

knowing how he’d never want push your boundaries, he’d even be okay letting you grind an orgasm out of him just like this

but that’s not what you want

jisung would kiss careful lips into your neck where your shirt collar dips a little, letting you hear his needy little gasps in your ear

he’d whisper, “can I please touch you?”

you immediately nod, getting that feeling once again: you want to be completely at his mercy.

you're too embarrassed to ask for anything in specific, but would much rather him do anything he’s been imagining

immediately his hands are all over you skin, touching you in places you’ve never been touched before, you didn’t even know you could feel this way

jisung’s hands fall up and down your body: all over and around your legs, digging into the skin of your thighs and waist, up on your chest too, spreading his fingers out so he doesn’t miss an inch.

he’s got calluses on his finger tips from playing guitar that day, but feeling the rough skin on yours makes you tremble

he nibbles at your ear too while his hands reach your hardened nipples which hurt a little under the fabric of your shirt. he pinches and pulls at them, creating a whole new sensation

the sounds you’re making are so foreign, you had no idea you could do such a thing but you can’t stop at all

“are you ready tonight? is this what you want?”

your voice cracks giving him your affirmation

“baby you’re so perfect. i’ve waited so long for you, I only want to make you feel good. just relax okay?”

Jisung’s hand returns to your waistband where he reaches in from behind you to ghost over your wetted underwear.

“oh my god,” he nearly growls into you ear

by now he’s nearly panting into you while he explores your arousal, reaching under your underwear at last

for good measure, you grind down as hard as you can into his lap while he traces your throbbing sex first, then begins to rub at you as slowly and carefully as he can

pressed against your ass, his twitching hard-on swells by the second

with his free hand, he continues exploring your body, steadily maintaining his pace below your waist

“do you like this? shit, you’re unreal.”

your face is furiously warm, and you even feel like hiding your face even though he can’t really see it from behind you

“mm-so…good.” you whimper, then find yourself now grinding into both his hand and his lap

“are you ready for more?”

his vibrato lowers while he brings his lips back to your neck, this time pulling at the skin and marking you as his

“m-more.” you barley manage to squeak

jisung pulls your sleepshorts and underwear off, then does the same to himself

suddenly under the sheets it feels a lot warmer

from behind you, jisung grabs at his hardened dick to tease your enterance with his tip—something that drives you mad with desire for him to just fucking start already—but you’d never find the words to say so

jisung lets shakey breaths of his fall all over your shoulder as he guides himself in, and sinks down just slightly to get the best angle he can

he pushes himself into you fully, stretching out your neglected hole until it hurts just a little

jisung grunts out a string of explicit words while clawing into your frame and gifting kisses to your back

you moan out a little in response while you get used to the feeling of him being inside you. he smooths down your whole shaking body while he lets himself bottom out within you

“you feel so amazing baby, you’re doing so good, so good. are you okay?”

you nod, but that’s not the answer jisung was looking for

“I’ll only accept a yes, okay?”

your fingers dig deep into your pillowcase. “Yes, yeah I’m okay, can you…keep going?”

“of course my love. tonight I’ll take it slow. I can’t promise the same for other nights though.” He laughs a little to himself

Jisung’s makes his first thrust and your body feels explosive. his length and girth are perfect for you, and this deep inside he gives you another round of pleasure that feels dream-like

he sets a pace, slow are careful while holding your back firmly against his chest.

“oh god” he exclaims once, then repeats the phrase more once he starts to reach deep inside

jisung holds onto you as if his life depends on it and he fucks you deeper, relishing each and every pretty little moan that escapes your lips

“can you do it louder for me baby? say my name when you cum for me hmm?”

you’re even more flustered from his request, but gather up all your will to not let him down.

his breath quickens and he starts to go a little faster, building up an orgasm within you with astonishing speed

“god, I love you.”

his hips snap while his pace becomes frantic, just as you’re both about to cum, he reaches down once more to rub into you needily and lovingly

“-gonna cum—cum with me?”

he pleads into your skin, then with a couple more whips, his cum is seeping inside your hole with an unexpected warmth. you’re already addicted to the way his dick throbs inside you as you’re both in aftershocks

you remain this way for a while, simply soaking up every bit of intimacy you can feeling connected in this new way

“did that all feel good for you?” he sweeps some strands of your hair from your eyes, pulling you back slightly to press kisses now on your lips

“I really liked it” you timidly let up, coupled with a giddy little smile

he gives you another one of those winks that makes your heart race 

“I can’t wait to do more with you angel, this is only just the beginning.”

[catboynecromancy]

Adam and Ronan get themselves in a mid-sex predicament underneath the cut (NSFW)

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“That’s – fuck, yeah – right there – right there – right fucking there – dammit!”

The raspy, stilted way Ronan moans out the words between each of his thrusts is almost too much to bear. Adam is already getting dangerously close to climax, edging exponentially closer each time he pounds into Ronan’s tight hole. “Fuck,” he gasps, his grip on the other boy’s hips tightening until it’s likely to leave tiny, finger-shaped bruises. “You feel so good, Ronan. So fucking good, all for me.”

Beneath him, Ronan whimpers and squirms with delight. His back arcs off the mattress, canting his hips to meet Adam halfway with every push. “God, Adam, I’m close. Don’t stop–”

Adam is happier to hear that than he probably should be. He’s been putting in the work, sinking into Ronan at a near merciless pace for a while now and, though fucking Ronan is almost always mindblowing, the need to get off supersedes anything else at this point. Choppy, dusty brown locks cling to Adam’s temples and forehead from sweat, skin feverish, flushed red, and glistening with perspiration. “Touch yourself,” he demands in a low growl. When Ronan doesn’t immediately do this, Adam leans down to press his mouth to the shell of his ear, panting against it. “Now.”

This earns him a pitchy whine, loud and utterly wrecked. Ronan peels his hand from where he’d been grasping at the sheets for dear life, fingers wrapping around his cock and tugging in a stunted attempt at jerking off. Adam cannot see his efforts, but he can feel Ronan’s knuckles brushing against his stomach, and hear how his breathing hitches as he works himself closer, closer, closer.

“That’s a good boy,” Adam huffs into his ear. He licks a strip up the ridged flesh, hips snapping in especially hard, and Ronan keens from the attention. “You wanna come for me, baby?”

Ronan makes another strangled sound, nodding. His jerking becomes even more erratic, desperate in his attempt to get off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah – Adam?”

His fingers dig harsher into soft flesh over bony hips, holding Ronan steady as he fucks faster, rougher, with the intention of guiding them both through a, hopefully, intense orgasm. Adam finds himself at a loss for words so he moans in response, gently knocking his head against Ronan’s and staying there.

“Adam,” Ronan says, again, although this time it sounds much more like he’s invoking God. The hand not working at himself reaches up, wrapping around Adam’s sweaty shoulders, holding him close. “Oh, fuck, I –” He groans, tilting to nuzzle his face into Adam’s. “I – love – you –”

“I love you, Ronan –”

There’s a long moment where it’s just the wet sound of Adam sinking into Ronan, over and over, mixed with their moans and futile gasps for air. Ronan’s muscles begin to tense, a telling sign he’s nearly there, and it’s then he says, “We should – get married.”

“What?” Adam thinks it might be a good idea to stop, force Ronan to explain himself, ask what the hell? But he’s almost there, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to come in Ronan’s ass after all the effort he’s put in getting to this point.

Ronan gives a particularly vulgar noise. His nails drive into the back of Adam’s shoulder, holding on. “Marry me,” He says with more force than before, like he really, truly means it.

Maybe he does.

Fuck.

Adam doesn’t have the brain capacity to figure it out. All he can think of is the aching need to get off, how he’s hot all over, and the friction as Ronan envelops every inch of his dick. There are multitudes of Adam Parrish and this is one of them – a teenage boy, addicted to his insufferably hot boyfriend, the pleasure he can derive from his often pliant body, the rush of adrenaline at climax, and the endorphins that follow. “Yes,” he responds, although it might be more about the way he’s feeling than an actual answer.

“Really?”

“Yes, yes, yes –”

“Oh, fucking God.”

“Louder,” Adam groans. “Really wanna hear you, baby boy.”

With a slow, rolling moan, Ronan gives in. He comes hard and unabashed and every bit as viciously as Adam wants. His body jerks, muscles tightening around Adam, totally uncontrolled, while he fucks Ronan through it. Hot, sticky cum paints their stomachs and Adam lets himself go, then, too. With more rough thrusts, his own orgasm washes over Adam and he allows himself to spill deep inside of Ronan in a way that makes his thoughts go mineminemine.

He moves slow, careful, relishing the now much wetter slide before coming to a complete stop. Adam presses his forehead to Ronan's, burning sweaty skin to burning sweaty skin, eyes closed and trying to catch his breath. They stay like that, silent save for their heavy pants for air, and Adam is calm, happy, head clear of all thoughts except for relief.

It would last longer, probably, if Ronan didn't start squirming awkwardly underneath him. Adam squints one eye open but all he sees is blurry pale, speckled skin and dark lashes. "What are you doing?" He asks, trying not to sound exasperated, but he's tired and all he really wants is to roll off of Ronan and take a nap.

"Nothing," Ronan grunts out, but he doesn't stop moving like he's having a difficult time staying still.

"Ronan, tell me."

"I'm just excited."

Adam blinks, curious and a little confused. "About?"

"We're engaged."

"We're…" Adam trails off and a heavy pit of apprehension behind to form in his stomach. "What?"

"Engaged," Ronan repeats. "I asked. You said yes."

"I…"

Adam stops to think, rewind his thoughts back a few minutes. Realization smacks him in the face and he shifts up, staring down at Ronan with wide, blue eyes. "That wasn't an actual proposal."

"No, it was." Ronan stares back, his expression serious. He's beautiful in his intensity, with his steady, ice-cold gaze, the slightest curl up of his lips, and skin gleaming from exertion. "I really meant it," he pauses and asks in a much smaller voice, "You didn't?"

"We can't be engaged."

"Why not?"

"We are only nineteen!"

"Your point being?" God, he's so haughty and self-righteous and sure of himself. Adam hates it and loves it.

Adam finally shifts back and tosses himself down next to Ronan on the bed, glaring up at the ceiling as he considers what his point actually is. "We're too young," he says, tapping fingers on his still lightly heaving ribcage. "And we haven't even been dating a year."

"I've been dating you in my head a lot longer than that," Ronan replies with such confidence, it's as if what he's saying isn't really fucking weird.

"That doesn't count. Also, yikes."

"Yikes?"

"One hundred percent, yikes to the max."

"You don't love me? You don't want to marry me?"

And there it is. Adam flips onto his side so he can look at Ronan, whose head is tilted towards him. "I do. Someday."

"What's the difference between now and someday if you're already planning on it?”

He opens his mouth and shut it, brows furrowing. Adam hates that Ronan has a point, hates that a part of him feels excitement at the thought of being contractually attached to him, hates how he wants to flip Ronan over, fuck him, make him ask it all over again while he's inside his ass just so he can really take it all in.

"This is ridiculous," Adam says instead. "You're being ridiculous."

"You're being ridiculous, Parrish."

"I can't stand you sometimes."

Ronan gives his typical jackal's laugh. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

Adam pushes him. Ronan shifts onto his side so he can return it, harder than the one given. They end up in a tangle of long limbs and sweaty bodies, with Adam struggling for control, and Ronan ultimately winning. He gets Adam pinned underneath his broader, more muscular form, slots between his legs, holding his hands together helplessly above his head. No matter how much Adam struggles, he can't get free, and his arousal begins to build once more as Ronan grinds down on him.

"The worst," Adam moans, lids fluttering as he tries and fails again to free himself.

Ronan leans down, nestling his face to Adam's good ear. "You love it," he whispers in a raspy, sexy tone. "You wanna marry me so bad, you're just afraid to look stupid."

"Yeah," Adam agrees, desire clouding his thoughts. "Fuck, yeah."

"We'll lie and tell everyone we're doing it to get you on my insurance."

"Wait, you have insurance?"

"Not what you should be focusing on right now."

Adam makes a soft groan of assent. "Okay, insurance, whatever. Just – fucking – keep going."

Ronan rolls his hips lazily, laughing. "So needy."

He doesn't bother arguing because he is needy and, maybe, just stupidly obsessed with Ronan enough to go through with this horrible idea.

They'll come up with some believable excuse for the sudden engagement, allowing Adam to win in two ways. He gets to call Ronan his fiancé, and no one will think he's as much of an idiot as he is.

[wri0thesley]

Marked - Part 1 Dio x Fem! Reader (Kinktober Day #2: Abduction)

NSFW. AFAB reader, fem pronouns. Vampirism. Abduction. Oral sex, biting, blood, marking, fucking around with Jojo vampire canon to my own ends.  5k.

Your father receives a missive at dinner; George Joestar is dead, and Dio Brando is missing, and Jonathan Joestar is set to inherit the estate. You push away your father’s suggestion that you get close to the Joestar boy - everyone knows that you and Dio Brando have a history. Your father, perhaps, does not know quite the extent - but as the memories resurface and your pounding heart does not let you rest, you retire to your bedroom for the evening. You are not to know it’s for the last time in your life. At least, the last time with a beating heart.

News travels fast, even by horseback. 

Well, that’s not entirely true. Bad news travels fast - you hear of marriages of eligible suitors your father wishes you had accepted proposals from and deaths of friends who are struck with terrible consumption and melancholy quicker than you ever hear of invitations to country houses or balls. So it’s no surprise how quickly the knowledge of George Joestar’s death reaches you, being only a few cities over - your father reads the missive over dinner, and gives you the sad news with the air of a man rather too pleased by another’s misfortune. 

“Wasn’t his son briefly courting you?” He asks, and you neatly wipe your mouth with the lace napkin by the table settings. You do not let the flush show on your face, even as memories of Dio Brando come rushing to the forefront of your mind. “The adopted one?”

“Mr Brando?” You ask, delicately. The thought of Dio’s wicked smile and his fingers on your back, touching the lacing of your dress, his body pressed hot and too close to you makes itself far too known for so early in the evening. 

“That’s the one,” your father says. His eyes scan over the paper, his lip twisting to one side. “Looks like his adopted son’s done a runner, anyway. Perhaps you should be a comfort to his biological son in his time of need?” The way your father stresses the word ‘biological’ makes you repress a shiver; it makes you think of how he has been needling at you, reminding you that a proper young lady ought to be out of her father’s home and fulfilling her biological duty. 

You have fulfilled some biological duty, at any rate - with Dio Brando, his hand between your thighs, your own fingers around his hips and your mouth open wide for the placket of his trousers to open. You’re certain that’s not what your father meant by ‘biological duty’ for his unmarried daughter. 

“I’d rather think I should let him mourn in peace,” you say, your voice very quiet, your hand as steady as you can manage as you take a sip of tea from the fine china teacup. “If you don’t mind,” you stand up, slowly, “I have some correspondence that I should be replying to.”

Your father’s eyes follow you as you stand, his face set in disapproval. 

“Of possible suitors, I hope,” he mumbles, low under his breath - and you decide to keep your dignity and leave the room in a flurry of skirts, trying not to let the thought of Dio Brando’s mouth hot on your neck and his body pressed snugly between your thighs overwhelm you altogether. 

The correspondence is a lie, of course - you get letters, but most of the time, you throw them to the side. Your father’s ideas for suitable matches are so boring - they’re nothing compared to the fire in Dio’s eyes, the cut-glass accent slipping into the rough accent of a boy raised on the streets, the filthy words he’d given you that no respectable young lady should know. They pale in comparison, too, to Dio’s broad frame and his golden eyes and the carefully coiffed golden hair. How are you supposed to satisfy yourself with the droning on of a boring aristocrat who’s never done anything dangerous in his life when you’ve tasted danger on Dio’s lips and in trails of fire under his fingertips? 

His fingers. You bite your lip, stealing a guilty look behind you. Your father will take his dinner and then retire to his study, a glass of port in his hands until he falls asleep in a stupor. Your maids are long finished with their daily tasks with only dinner things to take care of, your household rather less bustling since your mother passed away and your brothers and sisters have been married off. If you were to steal back into your bedroom instead of into the pretty little blue and white receiving room with your writing desk, nobody would be around to spy on you and wonder what you were doing. 

And your body is aflame with memories, and your corset is squeezing you tight, and every rub together of your thighs as you hurry up the narrow passageway to your bedroom is torture. The maids have already lit the gas lamp, in case you want to retire to bed early, and you catch sight of yourself in the looking glass opposite your bed - your cheeks are flushed, your eyes bright, your bosom (already put to its best advantage by the tight lacing of your corset) heaving. This is the kind of look that Dio always saw you with, pulling you behind him into disused nurseries and cupboards.

“Look at you,” he’d say, bending his mouth low so that his breath tickled the shell of your ear. “If I didn’t fuck you now, somebody else would certainly get it into his head to. You look like you’re begging for it.”

Teeth dig into your bottom lip as you let yourself lay down upon the bed, soft pillows and covers beneath your back. Your fingers pull at your skirts, rucking up lace-trimmed petticoats to around your hips so your fingers can draw patterns on your thighs as your eyes flutter closed and you let the memories of Dio Brando overwhelm you entirely. 

You rub softly over your mound, sweet shivers whispering down your spine as you remember how the first time Dio had touched you between your thighs, you’d been utterly scandalised. 

“My chastity,” you’d hissed, through your teeth, though you’d already allowed him to kiss you harder than a husband would ever kiss his wife. “You’ll ruin me for marriage?”

Dio had raised one eyebrow cockily, his hand not moving - you had, he’d noticed, not moved his hand away from its place trapped between your thighs. 

“You don’t like the idea of being ruined, darling? Because your body is telling an entirely different story.”

He’d pulled his hand away and it had glistened in the candlelight with your own slick, both at the way Dio had kissed you and the way he’d manhandled you and the dangerous position you’d allowed yourself into. Something about the thrill of danger had set a pounding between your legs like you’d never know. 

You’d been unable to look away as he’d raised the fingers to his lips and tasted you, tipping his head briefly back as if savouring a fine red wine. 

“Mm,” he’d said, looking at you through low eyelids, his pupils blown wide. “You taste like you want to be ruined.”

You gasp as your fingers brush your swollen clit, the organ sensitive to the touch. Dio, too, had taught you how to do this, laughing as he’d found a guest bedroom in one of the expensive country manors and he’d pushed you onto the bed, caging you beneath his massive frame. 

“Touch yourself for me,” he’d said, your cheeks had flamed. “I want to see how you make yourself come apart, and then . . . then I want to show you how I’d do it.”

“I can’t,” you’d tried to say, weakly. “I-it’s not proper--”

Dio Brando had kissed you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, hard cock in his trousers grinding into your leg. 

“Is anything we do together proper?” He’d asked, pulling back, and you’d had to admit that he was right. You and he were hardly models of propriety - and if he wanted to see you touch yourself . . . well. Nothing he’d done so far has been anything close to unpleasant, and you were eager to see what other tricks he’d picked up on the streets. 

One finger slides down to your entrance, toying with the pulsing hole, circling it with the lightest of touches until you can practically feel the throb in time with your heartbeat. Your breath comes in soft little pants. You would do anything to have Dio here right now instead of you, his big fingers stroking and exploring you instead of your own. But all you have is your own imagination, so your eyes flutter closed and your hips cant upwards softly. 

“Dio,” you breathe out, your voice a quiet prayer in the silent room. 

Where has he gone? You had gotten the impression, from your father’s face at dinner, that there was rather more to the story than just Dio Brando running off when his father had died. But then again, your father had always disapproved of your dalliance with Dio, even without knowing the real truth. He’d sniffed. 

“The boy won’t inherit,” Father had said to you. “You’re better off chasing the brother, unless you want to spend the rest of your life a pauper.”

It’s like Dio to be a mystery, but not like him to run from luxury. He had always loved the feel of your expensive silks and fine embroidery beneath his fingers, had a sarcastic comment to make about an ugly and out of fashion hat, had sniffed at cheap reproduction furniture and sighed when a host had skimped out on the wine at a ball. You wonder why he hadn’t stayed - and somehow, the mystery of it all seems almost romantic. 

You swear that the air in the room gets colder. One eye opens to see that the lace curtains are billowing; you suppose a maid must have opened the window a crack to let some air in. Your eyes flutter closed once more. 

One finger slides inside of you, smaller and shorter than Dio’s fingers inside of you had been. It licks at the edges of the fire inside you but doesn’t stoke them the way you want, and though you gently pump it in and out of you (the slick sounds of your fingers inside you heart-rendingly loud in a way that makes you vibrate with excitement), it isn’t enough, Your second fingertip twists, stretching you open wider, and again you whimper out;

“D-Dio, please--”

There’s a whumph of displaced air, and your eyes snap open as your body is suddenly once more caged by a frame far larger than yours. You find yourself staring directly into hungry golden eyes that can belong to only one man. 

“You were calling out for me,” Dio Brando murmurs. “And would I be any kind of gentleman if I didn’t help a lady in distress?”

You think of a hundred ways to respond back to him in kind; flirty little barbs about how he is no gentleman, alone with a lady in her bedroom. But instead, all you can whisper, your fingers still inside of you, your throat dry;

“H-how?”

He smiles, and you swear that his teeth were never so white and sharp. His eyes, too, you think . . . they were gold before, but did they shimmer like liquids in his face? Was his skin quite so pale and smooth and perfect? Was his voice so low and lilting and musical, as he opens his mouth to say;

“It does you no good to ask that now, darling girl,” He leans down, his lips brushing yours, and you melt against him. “Just lay back. Be good for me now.” 

You do. You’re helpless under his charms - your thighs fall apart as he rears onto his knees, as his hand gently removes your fingers (those he pulls up to his mouth, kissing the fingertips, mouthing where they are dripping with your slick and making a noise that’s all pleasure to taste you). You’re maneuvered like a ragdoll - and though he does not unlace your corset or strip you of your dress, he makes you feel utterly exposed under his gaze as he drinks in how helplessly pliant you are for him. 

“You’re just as beautiful as ever,” he hums, lowly, drawing one fingernail up your thigh. Were his nails so sharp, before? Like claws? He sighs as he watches the thin red line form, the bright beads of blood. “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt for long.”

You’re not sure you want his fingers inside you with claws like that, but somehow when his fingers do touch you there is nothing sharp at all. There’s just his finger, toying with your clit, as he looks down at you. 

“If you knew how lucky you are,” he murmurs. “That I’m doing this for you--”

He bends his head and you feel his tongue press against your entrance, flat and wide. Your own fingers tangle in the bedsheets, back arching, as Dio laps at you. His mouth and breath and tongue feel unusually cold, but you can’t dwell on that when he’s licking at you like this, teasing your back to arch and your body to tie itself in knots.

The finger working your clit does not cease for a moment, grinding and rubbing and circling, making hot sparks of want and need burst into life in your stomach. He laps at you broadly, from perineum to just below your clit, and you’re helpless under his ministrations as you always have been, all thoughts of how he ended up here banished from your mind with how good his tongue and fingers feel. There’s nothing to muffle the soft whimpers escaping your mouth as your peak begins to build, urged inescapably forth by Dio’s tongue and clever treatment of your clit--

Dio chuckles low against you, his breath cold, and the vibrations have your back arching even higher and suddenly he’s alternating sucking on your clit and flicking it, his hand moving away to hold onto your thigh, and all of the hot tight tension in your body comes to the forefront as your peak hits you, your body a shivering mass of white noise--

Something sharp like the pricking of a needle in your thigh. The high of your orgasm, sharp in its intensity, as you take a deep gulp of air and find it will not go down properly. Darkness, edging your vision. And Dio’s voice, low and quiet, somehow muffled as if his mouth is full of liquid  as he murmurs;

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of you.”

-

Your eyes open slowly, though your head is still fuzzy. You feel somehow freer - and when you look down, you see that you have been relieved of your corset and neat dress, and instead you’re wearing a nightgown of flowing white chiffon, your hair unbound from the complicated fashion of the moment. You see, too, that this is most certainly not the pretty blue and white bedspread of your own boudoir. Beneath you is a dark red blanket, the colour of blood. 

Memories of Dio’s fingers and mouth on you come rushing back, and you bite back a gasp as you realise that he’s . . . kidnapped you? Can you call it that, really? Because you always thought kidnapping was done against your will, by nefarious men who wanted your fortune - right now, you’re pleased to be in a luxurious and cavernous bedroom with a man who has haunted your thoughts since you first met him. 

“You’re awake.” The voice is soft and cultured, and you pull yourself up on the bed (the nightgown slips, exposing your shoulder - any other lady might feel scandalous, but Dio has seen enough of your body by now that it barely registers. “Good.” Dio is smirking, seated by the bed in a wingback armchair. 

Now, you see him more clearly, without the heady arousal of your senses that had marred your judgement last time. His skin is indeed paler, his eyes brighter, his lips very red - and at the corner of his mouth, where he is smirking, a sharp white fang glints menacingly. 

You know what he is. The memory of sharp pain in your thigh and how he’d stared at the blood welling in the cut from his nails, the cool breath against your own heated skin. You are well-read, you are clever, you are perhaps a little too fond of things that your father thinks macabre - and you whisper it softly. 

“Vampire.”

Dio’s smile widens. 

“I knew you’d guess, darling,” he says, coming to stand from the chair, leaning towards you and taking your face in his grip, turning you to look into those golden eyes. “That’s why I chose you. If you’re willing, of course.”

“Willing for what?” You ask him, breathlessly. The smile does not leave his face. 

“I do not have a fortune,” he tells you. “I have been cast out by my . . .” His mouth twitches in displeasure, “brother. I have no riches, aside from my own intellect - I have survived on that before. And now, of course, I have . . .” The hand not holding your face gestures down to himself. “This preternatural blessing. I am faster and stronger and better than mortal man. And I am extending you, my darling girl - the only one who’s ever kept up with me, whose lips I cannot stop thinking about, whose eyes and mind sparkle so unlike the other dullards I’ve been forced to put up with you . . . an invitation to join me.”

“You want to make me like you?” You breathe, and though you know it should be horrifying, the prospect is not all that displeasing. 

Oh, you know that he is supposed to be a reanimated corpse. That you’ll lose any chance at a heaven, that you’ll have to feast on the lifeblood of other creatures to maintain an eternal state of not quite being . . . but Dio really is glowing, in a way you’ve never seen a man do before. His grip is tight. His body draws your eye, his face even more beautiful than you remember it - and is it really so bad, to spend an eternity beside him? Beneath him? 

“You can say no,” Dio says, and the hand moves from your chin, fingers stroking over the pulse point in your throat so your breath catches. “For you, I’ll make it painless. But if you say yes . . .” His eyes are bright as he sits on the edge of the bed, close to you - you can see excitement writ plain across his expression. “We’d be fierce, my darling. We’d be unstoppable. With you at my side . . . You would have everything you could ever want. Anyone who has ever hurt you, ripped into pieces. Armies at your command. And . . .” That smirk again, the one that always makes you wonder what filthy things he is planning. “We would have a hundred lifetimes to learn each other’s bodies in every conceivable way.” He reaches forward, his lips a hair’s breadth from your own. “You have no idea it feels like in a body like this, to touch and be touched . . .”

He does not have to convince you any further. You close the distance, kissing him hungrily. You moan into his mouth as his arms go around you, holding you like a ragdoll, like you weigh nothing at all. 

He could kiss you for hours, you realise, without needing to draw a breath - and so, you pull back from him, and you look at him with blown wide eyes. 

“Yes,” you breathe to him. “A hundred times yes.”

His eyes grow brighter, and he kisses you again - and this time, as he kisses you, he hooks a leg around you until he’s straddling you, your body pliant beneath his. The candles about the bed flicker, the air cool as Dio’s hungry hands pull at the light chiffon, ripping it as if it were paper. You’re bare beneath the fabric - and as you look down, you can see that there are angry red pin pricks on your thigh. 

He bit you, then - in the bedroom, when you blacked out. The idea makes you feel heady and intoxicated. You want him to bite you again, to leave his mark all over you so the entire world knows that you belong to Dio Brando. 

The thought of abandoning your old life does not make you feel in any way aggrieved - but the thought of an unfettered existence, at liberty to do whatever you want (no matter how scandalous or improper) with Dio by your side does make you feel as if your entire body is filled with fizzing, boiling water, threatening to tip over and scald you any moment. 

“I want to mark you,” Dio whispers. “Any marks that you leave this life with, you take with you into the next - and I want your thighs and hips and breasts and every private part of you to scream out that you are mine body and soul.”

Spirals of heat all through your core, making a pulse beat needy between your legs. Dio’s fangs are visible, now, almost imperceptibly lengthening as you feel his cock press into your stomach where he straddles you. 

“I’m yours,” you tell him, winding your arms about his neck. His silken gold hair brushes your skin, making gooseflesh rise on your shoulders. Every bit of your body sings out for his attentions - to be thoroughly and utterly claimed by Dio in any way that he sees fit. “Do whatever you want to me.”

“I’ve imagined you saying that so many times since I ascended,” he murmurs, nosing against your ear, kissing and biting at your earlobe, his lips brushing where your pulse beats an excited rhythm in your throat. “But it has never sounded so sweet.”

His body presses against yours - and though he is not hot, your own body feels like it’s burning up. He urges your thighs to spread so he can settle between them, already peeling off his own layers of clothes to reveal a body which is more marble than skin. He is so pale he almost glows in the light - but a few scars remain from his rugby days, pink and faded. They look like kisses with rouged lips on his torso, and you long to kiss them yourself. But not yet - right now, you are at Dio’s mercy, and he clearly is relishing being in control. 

“Oh, but I’ve missed this,” he breathes, his mouth lowering to your nipple, his tongue coaxing it to harden beneath his lapping. “You’re so warm, darling . . . I cannot wait to have you beside me for the rest of our existences--”

He does not use the word ‘lives’ - you do not mind. 

His tongue is cold, and you shiver from both the sensation of the temperature and the other sensations that he awakes in you. He kisses the nipple, pulling his mouth free with a light pop - kissing the swell of your breast, circling kisses to the underside . . . and you yelp as fangs slide into soft flesh, as Dio groans and laps at the blood that beads over the pinpricks. 

They will be hidden by your dresses. He wants you marked only in the most private places - places only his eyes will see. Everyone else will know you are his by the devotion in your eyes and your own words. 

He continues to kiss along your skin, his fangs every so often sinking into sensitive patches of skin, suckling lightly at you. He kisses your hips, leaving three perfect bite marks in the curve of them. Your other breast, a matching set of pinpricks that will fade into a scar. Your other hip, the dip of your waist--

Each suck and bite and kiss of the wound has another shockwave of lust emanating through your body, making your entire self throb with need. You are empty, between slick thighs - and Dio’s cock seems so far away from entering you. You sigh and clutch at sheets and cant your hips, wondering if you are soaking through the bed - and Dio chuckles, as he bites into soft flesh again and you spill for him like a ripe peach. 

It is fortunate the sheets are red, for you know he is spilling much of your blood. You’re light-headed and pleasantly fuzzy as he finally - finally! - presses kisses to your thighs. 

These bites send shockwaves even more potent through your body, each slide of his fangs into your flesh like they have a direct line to the pounding heat in your core. Your mouth lets out needy moans and whines as Dio methodically sinks fangs inside of you and pulls them out, as he kisses the marks and sucks at the lifeblood that he’s drawn forth from you. 

Three up the right leg. You’re breathless. Three up the left leg. Your vision feels like it’s swimming - there is nothing left in the world but you and Dio, where your bodies are joined, where he is now moving and you feel his cock against your thigh. 

His mouth is stained with blood when he kisses you, but you pay no heed to that as you feel his cock open you up. Your sex - slick and needy, more than ready to finally be filled - welcomes him hilting inside of you to his very base with no resistance. 

“Still so tight,” he murmurs, against you, as your thighs wrap around his muscled torso, urging him deeper and deeper inside you. “Has nobody else touched you, my darling?”

“It’s only ever been you,” you breathe. “It’s only ever you I want.”

It’s true. Other men have flirted, have come to your father, have told you of grand prospects for you as their wife - but all you have ever needed is this. Dio inside you and the promise of a life far more interesting than anything they could give you. Damn your dowry and your biological expectations and everything else - after tonight, you’ll fulfil the biological expectation of you alright. You’ll dig your fangs into yielding throats and feast on other people and fuck Dio with the taste of their blood still singing in your throat. 

Dio’s body and mouth against yours, the sound of him rocking inside of you, the cool flesh pressing against your heated skin. You’re overwhelmed, entirely - partly from the blood loss but more so to have him here, so real and yet so unreal. Could you really have been in your bedroom, alone, hours ago? As he rocks inside you and his cock strokes all of those sweet parts of you your own fingers can never manage, it feels like you’ve never been anywhere but beneath him. Time seems to slow down. 

Each thrust of his cock hits you impossibly deep, his shaft impossibly thick, fitting inside of you impossibly well. His kisses along your face and mouth and neck seem to linger for hours and stop in moments. He fits inside of you perfectly, like a glove - when he rocks out of you, his hips pulling his length so only the head of him is still inside you - you moan out in discontent to not be filled. 

With every thrust as deep inside you as he can go, there’s a coil of pressure like a ribbon being tightened around you - like corset strings, threatening to snap. You can feel it when his pelvis rubs against your nub, grinding against it and sending hazy pleasure signals to your mind. Dio does not miss it either - he pulls out, murmuring platitudes at you, only to spear you again, his rhythm speeding up as you realise that the pressure is about to overwhelm you entirely. 

You pant out his name, weakly. 

“Dio,” you beg, as he kisses across your throat, as he growls low in his chest and his hips seem to fuck into you impossible fast. “Dio, please--”

The beg pushes him over the edge. His cock pulsates inside of you, twitching, cool seed filling you at the same time as he grinds his pelvis just so and the ball of pressure inside you that’s been threatening to snap comes all undone. He’s never come inside of you before - too much of a risk, in the old days. But as he gives you his release, he kisses your neck and he slides his fangs into your throat and he suckles hungrily at you, far more fierce than he did for any of the other marks on your body. Once more, your vision gets hazy, aftershocks of your orgasm still lapping at you even as you sigh and think;

If he kills me now, and I never wake up . . . It will have been worth it. 

-

You do wake up, of course. You awaken tangled in sheets and scraps of what was once your nightgown, the chiffon marked all over with blood. You wake up with your skin deliciously cool and Dio’s body pressed beside yours. You look down at your own body; your skin somehow more vibrant, though there are pin prick scars all over where Dio had bitten you. You absent-mindedly bring a finger to your throat, stroking the final scar, and Dio’s golden eyes blink at you. 

“Admiring my marks on you?” He murmurs, and you laugh - even your voice seems changed. Richer and prettier, the kind of voice that could convince a man to do anything for her. 

“We have an eternity together now, my darling,” Dio murmurs, shifting closer to you on the bed. You let yourself be pulled into him, resting on the hard planes of his chest. “But tonight, your first kill. The true shedding of your mortal coil. Have you any thoughts? It ought to be someone . . . special. It will be such an event for you to look back on, after all. Mine certainly was.”

His mouth curves into a smirk - and you think of George Joestar. You think of what your father wouldn’t tell you. You think of Dio, fleeing from the estate, and the ruined castle with the drafty halls that you lie on a bed within even now. 

You think of your father’s disapproving looks. The way he’d suggested crassly you ought to get close to Jonathan Joestar, how he’d told you not to bother at all with Dio Brando - worthless, if he wouldn’t inherit. 

Oh, you’re supremely glad you bothered with Dio Brando. And wouldn’t it be poetic parallel, for both of you?

“I think,” you say, carefully, “I should like to pay one final visit to my childhood home.”

[umikawa]

this was written at 3/4 am...so sorry if it’s bad..

Semi Eita x Gn reader. Best friends to lovers except I cant write best friends to lovers properly. 1.4K words

Warnings: fifth-grade humor of laughing at poop. Cursing, I think. The tiniest smudge of angst. The ocean?

“It’s cold.” His face was scrunched up, nose red from the harsh wind.

You don’t look at him, staring down at the flower in your hands. “It’s the ocean, what did you expect?”

“Hot weather with hot babes!” He shouted, shoving his hands in his pockets. “No offense.”

“Why would I be offended, you’re not looking so hot right now.”

He smirks, tilting his head at you. “You think I’m hot?”

“Yes.”

He blinks at your blunt answer. Even though he had expected it, it caught him off guard. Mouth agape and the reddening of his cheeks not coming from the cold winds.

He zips his jacket up to his chin, putting the hood over his head. “Whatever, let’s just go somewhere else.”

You smile at his back, following after him. “Okay.”

The ocean trip became a regular thing, complaints spewed from his mouth multiple times yet, he never bothered to change the date you two would go. Always opting for that January day, never before, and never after.

“Eita, I’ve been meaning to ask something.”

His fingers stop strumming his guitar, the slight echo of the strings filling his ears as you looked at him. “What’s up?”

“Why this day?” He perks a brow at you, confusion etched over his face. “Sorry, I mean- we take this trip every year on the same day and I’ve always wondered why.”

He blinks, rubbing his cheek. “I actually don’t know. I just figured it’d be routine to do it, almost like a holiday.”

“Anniversary?”

He looks at you, your head tilted and he can feel a smile making its way to your face. “Yeah, an anniversary.”

A seagull passes above you, waves crashing against the shore. A splat resonates through the empty beach, stifled laughter coming from him before he bursts into a fit.

It was childish sure, laughing uncontrollably at the sound of droppings splattering against the pavement. But, the way his eyes are screwed tightly, how his arm clutches his stomach, and tears prod at his eyes. It’s all perfect.

He finds himself coughing a second later, his laughter dying down as he struggles to catch his breath, fanning at his eyes to dry the tears that rolled down his cheeks.

“Eita are you okay?” You ask him, rubbing his back.

He nods, reaching behind you for a water bottle, chugging down every last drop, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with every sip. “Yeah, sorry I got too ahead of myself.”

“It was a bit childish.”

“Well, I’m sorry for having the humor of a fifth-grader.”

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

He blushed, yet another reoccurring thing that comes along with the trip, he always ends up blushing at something you’ve said.

“Shut up.”

And every time, he brushes it off as nothing despite the rapid beating in his chest.

-

“When are you gonna tell them.”

He jolts at the voice, looking to his left to see Tendou a little too close for comfort, staring at him like a fish out of water.

“What are you talking about?” He asks.

The red-head shoulders slumped, fingers rubbing his temple. “When are you gonna tell (Name)-Chan you’re in love with them?”

He blinks, the tips of his ears growing red. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Oh, so you don’t like them? I guess I should tell Kenjiro, he’s been wanting to ask them out.” He says, waving with two hands as he exited the room, leaving Semi alone with his thoughts.

-

“You’re acting weird.”

He jolts at your voice, sheepishly smiling as he rubbed his neck. “I don’t know what you mean! I’m perfectly fine.” You stare at him, letting the silence overcome the two of you, sweat building on his forehead at your stare. “So did Shirabu talk to you about anything?”

You tilt your head at him, “what do you mean? Why would he talk to me outside of volleyball?”

He nods, it’s not like that second-year cared about anything other than grades and setting to Ushijima. “Oh sorry, I just thought he’d ask you about something.”

“Oh, that’s what this is about.” He looks at you, expectant eyes waiting for a response. “He didn’t know how to confess to the person he liked so he asked me for help,” you looked around you, leaning closer to him. “But don’t tell him I told you, he threatened to serve a volleyball at my head.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, at the threat and himself. He couldn’t believe he’d gotten so hung up on something that didn’t even happen.

He freezes, Tendou’s words filling his mind.

“When are you gonna tell (Name)-Chan you’re in love with them?”

Shit.

-

“Ei, I think I’m stuck.”

He looks around for you, not seeing you but he can still hear your grunts. “Where are you?”

“I’m down here!” He sees your hand poke out from a hole in the sand, the color draining from his face before he runs to you.

He lays on his stomach, looking down at you. “How’d you even manage this?”

“I got bored so I dug a hole.” You say, staring at the crab that had unluckily dug its way into the hole. “Save him Ei, he must return to the sea.” You said, holding the grab above your head as if it were a deity.

He snorts, picking the crab up from your hands. “You’re such a weirdo.”

You glance up at him, his cheeks burning when you puff out your cheeks at him. “Whatever, just help me out.”

He props himself up on his elbows, smiling down at you. “No, I think I’ll let you stay down there.”

“But Eita!”

“No buts.” He said, wagging his finger in the air. “Though, I must say,” he starts, tapping his chin. “If you are quiet for a couple of minutes and let me talk I’ll get you out.”

The word deal falls from your mouth in a snap and his heart pounds in his chest.

He’s quiet though, no words are coming from him but his mind is a jumbled mess, words popping up in his head a mile a minute but he doesn’t speak.

He’s scared.

Scared of losing his best friend. Scared of losing the person he’d cry to at night when the nightmares wouldn’t stop coming. Scared of losing the one who baked him cookies the first night he stayed in the dorms away from his parents.

Terrified of losing you.

“Eita?”

He looks down at you, concern written all over your face and you look around, trying to get out yourself so you can hold him, tell him he’s fine even if you’re the reason why.

Time stops, and the ocean crashes against the sand.

“I love you.” He says, and time begins again.

Your head feels foggy, the three simple words he’d uttered occupying the space in your heart.

Semi Eita loves you.

“In what way?” You ask, clutching the hem of your, no his jacket, blurred eyes looking at him.

“In the, I want to kiss you really badly and take you out on dates, show you off to my friends and classmates, kind of way.”

“You didn’t have to make it rhyme.” You say, wiping under your eyes. “I love you too.”

He beams for what feels like the first time in forever, cheeks tingling at the heat that rushes, as well as the stretch of his smile.

The weight in his shoulders fades when you smile back at him, pushing yet another crab out of the hole, wincing when it pinches you. He laughs at you, reaching down for your hand, pressing a feather-light kiss to the finger the crab pinched, watching you turn your head away from him.

He grins, picking up the tiny shovel you used to dig the hole you were trapped in, “Now, let’s get you out of there.”

Bonus!

“Gee (Name), I don’t know how you do this so easily.” Semi groaned, fist-pounding against his thigh. “Damn it burns like hell.”

“Eita, it’s just face wash.”

He sits up, accidentally hitting his forehead against yours, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!” He exclaims, fingers hovering over the spot. “Does it hurt? Do you need ice?”

“Eita.”

“What?”

“Kiss it better?” You ask, innocently smiling at him.

He stills, heat rushing from under his shirt, to the tips of his ears. A snicker comes from behind you, Tendou and Shirabu sharing a knowing look before whipping out their phones.

“Oh, (Name)-chan, mind moving to the right a little bit?”

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

It's the ✨annoying little shit✨ again

The Gremlin anon😺

Here is the ✨update✨ with what happend ✨yesterday night✨ and also ✨today morning✨

So, after I wrote my roommates conversation with Miss oh honey, I started reading it and

MY GOD!!! GIVE ME A BREAK FROM THE GAY!!!

I'M NOT USED TO THIS KIND OF CONSERN FROM SOMEONE!!! IT'S SO FUCKING ADORABLE!!!

I'M GONNA PASS OUT OF GAY OVERDOSE!!!

I wanna kiss my roommate so bad ;-;

BUT I'M TOO SHY FOR THAT!!!

But before I could panic even more, Miss oh honey gets in (I was in my roommates room because it's bigger than mine since we agreed to sleep together) and asks with big grin on her face "How ya doin?"

"Gay- Gay panic"

"Oh honey you need to make a move soon or roommates name won't handel it"

"What do you mean?"

"Honey you know that they are conserned about you and already doing that ugly sad kitten face"

"I don't think it's ugly"

"Of course you don't, you love roommates name! But now, take my advice and make a bloody move! I WANT PROGRESS IN MY SHIP"

Before I could say anything she got away and shortly after my roommate got back and didn't notice I was there

I was coverd in their blankets like a cotton ball with only my head slightly out, and for the face my roommate was doing they were in auto pilot mode

They literally started changing in front of me

And did I say anything? No cause PANIC

I COULDN'T STOP LOOKING!!!!

I TRIED TO OPEN MY MOUTH TO SPEAK BUT THERE WAS NO SOUND!!!! I COULDN'T AND I FELT LIKE A PERVERT FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO LOOK AWAY!!! I FELT SO BAD ABOUT MYSELF!!!

BUT THANKS TO JESUS AND HOLY MOTHER I GOT CONTROL OVER MY HANDS AND COVERD THE REST OF MY HEAD WITH BLANKETS BEFORE MY ROOMMATE TOOK OUT THEIR PANTS!!!

(I could only see their back since they were turned around BUT if they took their pants off... I don't want more panic and gay thoughts so I wont think about it)

As I evolved into a full white ball of blankets I felt a tap on the blankets. I got my head out and I saw my roommate only with a fucking top on, but with a really sofh expression that made me melt

IT WAS SO CUTE!!! I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!

But while I panicked they started laughing and saying that I looked like a cute tiny fluff ball

I never blushed so must for a laugh and a compliment, that laugh was music, I want more ;-;/

FUCKING KISS ME ALREADY!!!

But as I keep staring without being able to say anything they grafmdualy stoped laughing and started looking conserned/sad (sad kitty face here we go again) and then they look down and finally notice they are only with a top on and then they say "oh- sorry" and put a shirt on

BUT I'M NOT GONNA BE QUIET THIS TIME AND I WILL SAY SOMETHING

And what I said was "Nice"

Just that... WHY ON HELL DIDN'T I SAY SOMETHING ELSE!?!? WHY GOD??? WHYYYYY!!!!??

But before I died of embaressment they asked "Nice what?"

"You are nice- I mean- I just- You are nice to me! You always have been since the beggining and uuhh... I just- I don't want you to be sad or- or think you are a jerk just because I got embaressed in the kitchen and uuhh-"

"Wait, how do you know about me thinking that?"

"I- I could hear you two talking"

"shit"

And this when I finally notice how hard blushing!!! Were they that embaressed? But before I could jump into conclusions I rembered Miss oh honeys advice abd asked "Uh- glup Why are you so worried about me?"

Looked at me with an expression I couldn't quite read and said "It's cause- sigh You've already been through so much... You deserve to at least be confortable in your own house, to have a safe place to yourself... Don't you think?"

I just- Give me second I need to CRY MY EYES OUT!!! WHY ARE TOU SO CUTE!?!? WHY!!!?? WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME!!!!???

*incoherent gay gremlin noises*

I didn't notice I was crying until my roommate, with a very conserned voice, asks "Are you ok!? Why are you crying!?"

I kept sobbing until the picked me up, with blankets and all, and hugged me tight

I NEVER FELT SO GAY WITH JUST A HUG!!! IT WAS SO SAFE AND WARM!!!

I MELTED!!! I'M NOW A GAY GREMLIN JELLY!!!

At a certant point they layed down with me and cuddled me. I felt so tiny but yet so loved, it was so good and safe ;w;

Is this what real actually good relationships feel like? Cause I love it ;w;

I'M GAYING SO MUCH OVER THIS!!!

And before we went to sleep, my roommate wiped my tears and said "Well, if it makes you feel better, I think you're hella strong"

"snif What do you mean?"

"I mean- I still about that time I saw you knocking out a guy, that was built like a greek god, twice your sise, in front of our door step!"

"Oh that- that was just-"

"Was just hella impressive!!! I ALMOST DROPED MY FOOD!!!"

THIS IDIOT MAKES ME CRY AND THEN LAUGH AND FEEL HELLA GAY ALL THE FUCKING TIME!!! don't GIVE ME A BREAK!!! I NEED TO REST!!! And that's actually what I said to them, but more like this

"Jesus Crist- Look, let's sleep already before I pass out" AND MANAGE TO SOUND FUCKING CASUAL ABOUT IT!!!

It was because I was really tired

BUT STILL COUNTS AS A VICTORY!!!

So, after I said that, my roommate nods in aproval and fucking kisses me in the forehead

WHAT'S WITH YOU AND MY FOREHEAD!!!??

Anyway, we fell asleep and this morning when I woke up, first thing I do is check tumbler, and when I get there I see shitlords ask about gremlin-fever and the gremlin in back of my head is like pspspsps do iittt

After I send that ask about giving permition for you to use my story as a fanfic I put my phone back in the table, roll over, and PROCEED TO HAVE A FUCKING HEAR ATTACK!!!

THAT DORK ON HAS SHORT AND A TOP COVERING THEM!!! IT'S FUCKING FREEZING OUTSIDE THE BED BUT THEY ARE BOILING!!! LITERAL VOLCANO TEMPERATURE!!!

I'm starting to think that shitlord anon was right about the fevor in a literal way...

BUT THIS IS NOT WHAT BOTHERS ME THE MOST!!!! THE FACT THAT I CAN FEEL EVERY INCH OF SKIN IN THEIR BODY!!!

But them I look down and see their arms around me AND FUCKING HELL HOW STRONG IS THIS BITCH!?!?!

I probably panicked for and hour or so before I realize... I CAN TOUCH IT

I now I'm the volcano!!! But when I start touching their belly OUT OF GAY CURIOSITY

THEY OPENED THEIR EYES AND ASK "What are you doing?"

WHAT DO I ANWSER TO THAT!!!??? I CANNOT JUST SAY I WAS TOUTCHING YOU OUT OF GAY PANIC

BUT IT'S NOT LIKE I HAVE A BETTER EXCUSE THAN THAT!!!

So, as an intellectual, I said "I- I was j-just c-curious to know how it f-feels to touch it"

"You were curious to know how it feels to touch other persons abs?"

"Well... Yeah b-but not- Not, like- I'm inocent I swear!!!"

They started laughing at me and got closer, and with their fucking casualty say "You can it I don't mind, you're inocent after all"

I WANNA DIG A HOLE AND HIDE!!! YE GODS ABOVE HELP ME!!!

But I remberem shitlords anon little tip, and actually got the courage to kiss their forehead. The moment I kiss tgeir forehead they stop laughing and blankly stare at me for a solid minute, BUT THIS TIME I'M GONNA BE THE ONE TEASING BITCH, so I said what shitlord anon said "I was just checking your temperature, you look like you might have a fever"

I MANAGED TO HAVE COURAGE TO SAY THAT WITHOUT SOUNDING LIKE A DYING SQUIRREL!!!!

IT'S REVENGE FOR MY ENDLESS PANICS!!!

They didn't even say anything anymore, they just nooded, IT WAS PRICELESS!!!

But then, Miss oh honey opens the door saying "GOOD MORNING LOVE BIR- Oh- Am I interupting something?"

We both just stare and since she cant se if we have clothes or not due to the blankets she does a shit-eating-grin and says "Oh- Sorry to interrupt your bonding time~ I will let you continue~ giggles"

I DIED RIGHT THERE!!!

But my roommate was FUCKING PISSED

They got out of bed and started chasing her, screaming her name in pure rage!!

And I stayed in the room... Looking at the ceiling... Thinking about my life choices...

BUT PLEASE CAN SOMEONE SEND HELP

I need it ;-;

IT'S TOO MUCH GAY PANICS!!!! HELP!!!

And also, Miss oh honey is gonna sleep here today, cause aparently one of her neighbors has covid, and his wife texted everyone that he is coming back from the hospital so he can rest home (cause the hospitals are all full and he is not having trouble with the desease), like, he got positive a month ago, and Miss oh honey went for test and got negative, she stayed at home for a while to make sure she was okay, and since her covid neighbor wasn't at home with is family cause ge stayed in the hospital (and none of is family has covid, fortunatly)

So, baisically shes gonna stay for while...

Hope ya'll have a nice day/afternoon/evening/night

- gay panic Gremlin anon

Holy shit— you go, Gremlin anon! I don’t think I’ve ever been this proud of a stranger before in my life 😂

Y’all are too cute and I’m dying. Good luck with your roommate and your wingwoman Miss “oh honey”, Gremlin anon xD