#my cat does that palm lick move sometimes

[nexility-sims]

We Only Forgive Leonor For Her Crimes Because She's Sexy™ thank you hannah for this quote i intend to abuse forever dfkdjg

[magniloquent-raven]

When they first start dating (actually spending time together with their clothes on for once) Billy is completely unwilling to let Steve hold his hand. 100% against it. Snatching his hand away with varying levels of subtlety every time Steve's fingers get anywhere near his.

Steve tries not to take it personally. Billy's not that kind of touchy-feely, he supposes. Hand-holding is childish. It's what kids do when they like someone. Billy's made it very clear that he thinks it's stupid. Sometimes he withdraws entirely, folding his arms and tucking his hands under his elbows, snug against his torso where they stay hidden until Billy's posture can return to some semblance of normal and stops resembling a feral cat that's been cornered.

Sometimes he just redirects and tells Steve he can think of better things to do with his hands.

And it's not like Steve means to keep reaching for Billy's hand. He's not doing it on purpose, he's just. On dumb romantic autopilot or something. He gets warm fuzzy feelings and his brain turns to mush.

Which is why, when Billy falls asleep on the couch next to him, his fingers loosely perched on Steve's thigh, Steve starts caressing his knuckles. There's no thought behind it, he's half-asleep himself, barely watching the movie they've got on, lightly tracing scars he's mapped with his eyes but has never been allowed to touch.

By the time the credits roll Steve is dozing against Billy's shoulder, and he's got Billy's hand clutched in both of his, tucked securely between his palms.

He feels Billy startle, jolting awake, fingers twitching, then his whole body going carefully still. Steve doesn't feel like moving yet. So he doesn't.

The longer Billy goes without pulling his hand out of Steve's, the more awake Steve gets. The more aware he is of the fact that he's holding Billy's hand. It's a beautiful, shining little bubble of a moment, the warmth of him and the thrill of a first. Steve's sure that it'll be over if he moves an inch, so he pretends to sleep while Billy squirms in jerky little twitches, the motion of someone trying very hard not to let their restlessness win.

When his palm starts to sweat, Steve wonders if he's uncomfortable or just nervous, and why he doesn't just move away like he always does.

It's nearly impossible to pretend to sleep through Billy being confusing and indescribably endearing, so Steve shifts in place, turning his head to nuzzle against Billy's shoulder.

His hand is gone before Steve's even begun sleepily opening his eyes.

Confusing. Endearing.

Steve kisses his collarbone. "I was awake the whole time, you know."

"...So?" His casual tone is incredibly fake. Steve grins.

"Sooo..." It's only a little mocking, but Billy still flicks his knee in retaliation. "What's the deal, Hargrove."

"Dunno what you're talking about."

"Oh, please."

After a pause, Billy mumbles something, too quickly for Steve to make out.

"Hm?"

Billy groans. "My hands sweat."

Steve lifts his head to blink at him. The glow from the TV is just bright enough to see the flush on Billy's cheeks. "So?"

"It's." Billy rubs the back of his neck. "It's fucking embarrassing, okay?"

"I've literally licked the sweat off your body, why—" He squints at Billy's pursed lips and downcast gaze. He's trying so hard not to look nervous. He always tries so hard to pretend he's better than that, he's gotta be Mr Cool about everything—wait. "Oh. My god. Oh, that's adorable, holy shit. You know it's okay that it makes you nervous, right?"

"Fuck off."

"No, seriously, that's—I fucking love you." It tumbles out of him like it's the most natural thing in the world. He doesn't think about it, he doesn't have to, it's just true, and...

Billy makes a strangled noise. "Oh?" He's still trying to sound unaffected, and it's even less convincing than it was before.

Steve kisses him. He can't not.

Some time during the awkward tangle of Steve hauling himself into Billy's lap, rearranging their limbs without stopping to breathe, Billy catches Steve's hand. And laces their fingers together.

[hirik0]

Match my freak

PervNik/PervPrice | non Military AU | pervert old man yoai | NSFW

Warning: nonconsenting voyeurism turning consenting, crime as plot devise

When Nik became a hacker never thought he would not only use it for money but also to satisfy his most perverted sexual fantasies. But well people have Web cams and watch porn on pcs sometimes even have their cam point at their beds so why shouldn't he watch them jerking of or fucking a partner? Hell, some even do even jerk of in at their work desk. He usually blacks mail the workplace ones, because free entertainment and money, he would be stupid to pass at the opportunity. He looks who opened his fishing e-mail and who if them has a Web cam he can use for his own goals. The first 5 show an empty workspace, the next three are children and then finally finds a guy around his age browsing a porn site, clearly looking for something to watch. It's an attractive guy with well-groomed beard and hair, wearing bit more expensive clothes in what Nik assumes is a home office. Nik looks at the bookshelf trying to get clues about the guy’s job, seeing some finance and economy related books. He checks the mail linked to the fishing mail a British lawyer that clearly is into some kinky stuff.

'She takes the whole camp site, camping sex adventure' is the title of what Price is choosing. Nik starts to record the hacked screen and the webcam footage.

Price opens his pants; he just finished the last meeting of the day. He needs release some stress, he usually would not do it in his home office, but he simply doesn’t want to move to his bedroom watching on his small phone today. He needed some time to find something he finds interesting, but he finally is opening his belt and fly, putting both hands on the arm rest for now. He starts to rub over his still clothed dick when the actress is starting to finger herself, spreading his legs a bit rolling the chair backwards. Pulling his dick out when it's fully hard, licking his palm before he starts to slowly jerk off.

Nik is fully fixated on the man's dick the slight curve it has, how long it is and the thickness, would be nice to ride. He starts to rub over his own dick keeping it in the sweatpants for now, it's nothing to exited happening at the moment. The first pearls of precum are leaking out of Price dick and Nik is finally pulling out his own, staring at the flesh light he has prepared, but honestly, he will keep that for a more entertaining victim. Price is smearing the pre cum over his tip and Nik does the same. They jerk off in tandem for a while and Nik thinks about looking for a better victim, because he's getting bored. Price clearly only like to watch kinky stuff and was not kinky himself. He accidentally rewinds the video to the woman is getting her face covered with cum again. Looks like his time with Price is over now anyway.

Price stops did the site glitch for a moment. He then notices the small notification he has sat up to tell him his Web cam is running he sometimes forgets to turn it off or his cats accidentally turn it on when walking over the keyboard. He definitely turned it off, he even closed the program they use for video calls. His heart rate picks up, got his cam hacked? He feels his dick throb at this thought, shit that's so hot, well if the hacker is watching what he hopes he will give them a show. Also potentially getting black mailed, something he loves to use in role-playing with his partners. He shorty let's his dick go for a moment before he pulls his pants and boxers fully down, rolling the chair so far back the back rest is hitting the bookshelf. Spreading his legs as far as possible before he starts to stroke himself again using the free hand to open the buttons of his dress shirt.

Niks eyes are glued to the screen, oh fuck what is happening? Price clearly noticed something but why is he? When the dress shirt is fully open the hand is dropping on the arm rest again and Price is now looking directly into the camera grinning no smirking at him before the winks, the man knows and keeps going? Nik has to squeeze the root of his own dick because well that's fucking hot. He reaches for the toy he prepared without thought, he's getting a fucking show, and it would be a waste to not use it. He removes his eyes from the dick that's still stroking in the same lazy speed to make sure he can enjoy what he's watching. He looks up the hairy chest and Price is clearly still looking in the cam and not at the screen anymore. The look on his face is screaming watch me and Nik does. Price starts to play with his nipples after a while, twisting them from time to time, moaning whenever he does so.

Price starts to pick up the speed of his strokes, twisting his wrist every time he stokes down, spreading the pre cum over his full length. Trying to make it look good for his viewer, asking himself if they are touching themselves while watching, he hopes so. He trusts into his hand at the thought, he needs to go into the club again getting fucked bent over a table for everyone to see again, maybe even be the glory hole for a while. The hand is sliding down from his torso before the starts to play with his balls. Shit some of the club rooms are streamed oi the club’s website he could invite the hacker to watch him getting railed over and over again. He throws that thought away as quickly as it come up in his brain. He definitely will invite the hacker to watch again if they want too. He will give an even better show next time, he nearly comes at the thought if a next time.

Nik trust into the toy, moaning, already feeling the sensation in his lower spine of the building orgasm. Moaning from time to time while watching the man jerking off for him. For some reason this is even hotter as when they don't know. Price starts to trust faster into his hand while his other hand is still playing with his balls and Nik starts to copy the movement with his own. Suddenly Price mouth is dropping open, and he closes his eyes before robes of cum are covering his whole torso and hand. The man keeps playing with his balls one splash of cum is even landing in his beard. Nik stars mesmerized at it forgetting his own pleasure fully when Price is lifting his cum covered hand, licking it clean again focused on the cam, the way he licks over his fingers is obscene. Nik comes when the other man is starting to suck his fingers. If he didn’t use the toy who knows what he would cover with cum. He's panting heavily gasping when he hears the pop as Price is pulling his fingers out of his mouth. He waves in the camera with the freshly cleaned hand before the kicks Nik out of the cam.

"What the fuck" Nik is saying into the room before he stops the recording. He doesn’t even know how long he's staring at the screen trying to make sense out of what just happened. One of his victims gave him a fucking show, what does he still tries to black mail him? Does he delete the recording? He finally pulls the toy off his dick, puts it with the opening up on the table, before he pulls out one empty USP stick and moves the video on there. He will keep this to watch again later. Then again can he even black mail Price, well not like the guy will go to the police after giving him a show. His e-mail program is blinking with details about a job, he can do this first before he figures the situation with Price out.

Price is waiting for the black mail it's Sunday evening and he's in bed petting the cat that's curled up on him when it finally is appearing. He doesn’t even read it before answering it.

Please sent the video to me, also if you’re interested in more Saturday at 3 pm my time zone.

Is that what he should do? No, but it's way more fun than to just ignoring the mail or going to the police.

Niks mouth drops open when he sees the answer Price sent him.

"What the fuck" He gasps into the room, because what prosecution lawyer would even do this? He also will turn in Saturday because he would be stupid if not, he finally found somebody that's matching his sexual freak.

[veintrry]

asbsksbsna omg hii!! Not sure if I'm bothering u but I was wondering if you could write a male reader x scaramouche? Im kinda shitty when it comes to scenarios but im thinking of just a random night in bed and yk they start doing the dirty😭(ik im terrible at this ARGHH😟)He/him pronouns please!

OKK TYSM HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT :D

an: LOLOL THANK U FOR THE REQ ANON 😭 i must admit that i found the wording greatly amusing good god. FYI slightly rusty but ykyk

some stars shine brighter at night

The sky had long delved into darkness, deep shades overtaking all that once was and trailing stars amongst its body. They twinkle at a distance, far and out of reach but close enough to admire from Teyvat's grounds. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by a voice. Dark amethyst irises staring back at you.

His voice has some rasp to it as he speaks, his eyes narrowing at you in disapproval, "How long are you going to stare?"

Blinking, you are effectively snapped awake from your daydreaming. Your faces were only parted slight as your noses barely grazed one another, yet he didn't seem to even spare a moment commenting or caring for it.

"Did you not hear me?"

Despite the question, it sounds more scolding than anything as if you had done something malicious to not recognise him then and there. It wasn't his fault, you were the one who still was focused on his irises, he was beginning to practically feel the laser beams. "Just how distracted are you..." He says with a grunt, leaning upwards to set aside the book he held, resting it upon the bedside table.

Turning his head back to you, he gives you a confusing expression. It didn't give you much to work with, but he seemed to be thinking something over. The only reason you think so is because of how you can tell he was biting on the inside of his bottom lip.

"Are you going to keep gawking? You interrupted my reading." There was that voice again, meant to tell you that you did something wrong. However, there was something else there; It was laced with a certain mischief. You didn't miss how the corners of his lip rose ever so slightly.

Ah. You knew what this meant. Although, you weren't going to argue. In truth, he wasn't against the idea of Scaramouche revelling in the thrill of looking down on him.

He could tell you caught on and he shuffled closer. Scaramouche was already down to his black skintight top, sheer and just barely see-through. You could see the slight shape and shadows of his figure, how the fabric clung to his waist.

Sometimes you wonder if he knew how beautiful he was. Then you reprimand yourself for thinking that.

One of his hands find itself on the side of your face, the pillow you rested your head upon sinking lower. The small smile he had donned had grown to an all too familiar smirk. You were beginning where he was going with this. You saw that his hand had slinked under the blankets earlier on but where could it-

An involuntary moan leaves your throat as you feel pressure on your crotch. His palm moved in miniscule circular motions over it, pressing deeply against you.

The pleasure he took in hearing you was evident as his face grew to be more grimacing. "So quick to voice your thoughts, aren't you?" He was a taunting conniving bastard cat and yet you still enjoyed how cruel he can be. Maybe that says something about you.

His hand continues to toy with you, feeling your buldge grow beneath his hand as he leans closer to you, his breath pressed against the skin of your neck. You can feel his lips brushing over you but he never does anything. No, rather, he merely seems to take in your scent, savouring the small whines and shaky breaths that leave you. The more he listened the further starved he felt. His tongue pokes out, licking at his bottom lip as he stares at your skin as though it was the most appetising thing to have ever graced this land. He digs in. His teeth are firm against you, leaving their mark. He doesn't soften, only going harsher, deeper. You had come to know that this was the equivalent of showing his affection. This aggression was merely love.

"Speak." He demands as his palm slid over your buldge, fingers slipping under the waistband of your pants. Scaramouche was not wasting any time. "I want to hear you."

Opening your mouth, a breathe leaves you. "Keep going..." His voice was firm, and you were sure of yourself. There were no doubts in your mind. Why would there be? All there was waiting for you was the impending pleasure.

A chuckle leaves the indigo eyed man, irises so dark they resemble the hue of the night. Suddenly, he yanks your trousers down to your thighs and the soft skin is exposed to the temperatures of the room. You sense the pads of his fingers on you, trailing up your legs as he massages the molds of flesh. He proceeds.

Scaramouche continues on his venture to your crotch, a smirk permanently on his lips as he feels your gaze fixated onto him in anticparion. The tips of his slender fingers on your boxers, grazing the fabric with his nail as he follows its form, only separated by thin cotton.

"Just do it already, stop making me wait." You interrupt, aware that he was enjoying taking his time to torture you as your heart drummed inside the confines of your chest.

Your words were met with a piercing glare. "Don't rush me." Low in tone and stern with his voice as though you had done something wrong. As much fun as he's having with you, he decides to take your wants into consideration and he quickly discards of the only clothing left to cover you. You could see how his smile widens at the sight as your member props up, precum staining it. As beautiful as he was you wondered how long he'd stare at you.

Scaramouche extends a finger, touching the slit of your dick, tracing the line over and over as your breath hitches, your spine arching slightly at the sensation.

"Have you a clue how much I like hearing you moan?" He begins, letting his hand fall to the length of your cock, rubbing you slowly, painfully slow. "When you're touching yourself alone..." Adjusting his position he pushes himself closer to your torso, kissing your upper chest, above where your heart would be. "When you're begging thinking of me, needing me, craving me." Scaramouche grows closer, just at your neck and you can feel each warm breath hit your skin as his pace quickens rapidly. "I love it when you can only want me."

"And I'll ensure it stays like that forever."

The pressure he applied was stronger now and you felt the rush of electricity buzzing through you with every swipe of his palm. Planting a peck on your skin in preparation for what was to come as he bites down on your skin again. You can hear him breathing through his nose as he continues to dig deeper and a moan escapes your throat. His tongue laps up the mark, almost in apology but those eyes don't seem regretful at all.

He almost seems to grow more and more possessive as he taints your skin with new marks he'd deem the gift of a god, so kindly gracing you. "Mine. I'll make sure...you're only mine." The once slow touch had changed quickly as it grew faster and faster. Your breaths were filled with pleasure, and when you'd attempt to muffle yourself it only resulted in futile whines leaving you. Scaramouche brings himself closer to you, his lips a few inches from the shell of your ear, you can feel them grazing it. "I want to hear every sound you make."

It was impossible to not take note of his chest rapidly rising and falling, you were unsure if he even needed to breathe but it certainly reflected his excitement back to you. You could feel your body burn aflame, something so strong one would say it rivals the menacing strength of his thunder strikes. Parting your lips, you attempt to speak although what leaves is a babble of words. He seems to take pride in this and leans closer, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip and feeling the blood burning beneath.

"I got you." Scaramouche whispers, a hand on the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheek. Smacking his lips against yours in a harsh manner, he doesn't wait for you to ease into it, expecting you to keep up with him as his tongue slithers into your mouth and he brings himself deeper into you. The movements below only grow rapid and yet he only focuses on tasting you, rubbing his tongue against yours as he explores the familiar warmth, ignoring how you struggle with the moans arising from your throat.

Though, you eventually capture his attention. Your nails dig into the skin of this triceps, leaving crescent marks in their wake. He can feel your growing desperation to reach your climax as you buckle your hips into his hand with sloppy but rough thrusts. You can feel him smirk as he continues to kiss you. You press the back of your head further into the pillow behind you and only then does he part from you, solely to watch you, hear you.

It was almost second nature to always say his name. Without question, you always knew to say his name when you came, just so he can be reminded that you belong to him.

The height of your orgasm is met then and there, with a needy and loud moan you attempt to muffle as you press your mouth against his shoulder. It leaks down and onto his hands, staining with your cum and if you had looked at him then and there you'd see how prideful he appeared, swiping his tongue over a finger and tasting it; tasting you.

"That'll teach you to listen to me..."

[xkotaro16w]

Congratulations on the follower milestone! You deserve all of it! Amazing writing as always, dearest Kotaro <3 Take care of yourself and allow me to give you headpats for being such an amazing person, friend and writer >:]

Now if I may, can I request for NSFW 3 AND 4?

Thank you for your hard work <3

—𝟻00+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝—

Prompt: 3. Soft, 4. Jealousy.

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x GN!S/O.

CW: N/SFW, breeding, marking, biting, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: THX A LOT LYZA KEJGSKHZHGREHGBSHGBSG ପ૮๑ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ๑ აଓ PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF 2, ALSO THX AGAIN 4 THE HEAD PATS, I’LL GIVE U HUGS & KISSES EHEHEHE (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) U R AMAZING 2, DON’T 4GET THAT JSEHFGSJFVAJHMW °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° IM FINALLY BACK WRITING NSFW REQ. I HOPE U LIKE THIS ꒰♡˃̶̤́ ꒳ ˂̶̤̀ ꒱ 4give me cz i had a writing block when i wrote this-

3. SOFT

Who says Leona couldn’t be soft on you? He can! Most of the sexual intercourse with him is pretty rough, or... Really rough. But sometimes his soft side kicks out and does it softly and gently. He tries not to hurt you that much.

He gives you butterfly kisses all over your body, touch your body gently. Don’t worry, he’ll move in and out not that fast and that hard. Let’s talk about how he’ll kiss your tears away and lick it with his tongue. No, but he’ll do it! 

Also, after what he does to you, he’ll say the 3 words, yes, you know what is it. It’s rare for him to say it first, yet he does it to you!

He’s not always rough on you, there are times when he’s soft towards you, especially in a sexual intercourse. Even though it’s not that soft, but every action he takes is very careful. It feels like he treats you as the rarest person, as the most precious thing he has.

His manhood enters your hole slowly, he realizes you let out tears from the corner of your eyes. After he inserts it, his cat-like tongue licks your tears away and kiss your cheek. His palm goes back to hold your hip.

“Yea, just like that- Hnnhg… Hey, I’ll move now…”

4. JEALOUSY

Gosh, this man is a man who gets jealous easily! Leona won’t say it out loud, but he is. He’ll step in if that person can’t realize his presence and gaze or that person touches you. No, no one can touch you beside him.

When he fucks you in his jealousy mode, he couldn’t think straight anymore! Oh, say hello to bruises, sore back, ice cubes, cream for sore muscle, etc, they become your favorite best friends since you decided to have a sexual intercourse with Leona.

If that person is a beastman as well, oh, Leona can show you off to them with the scent he marked you last night also with the scent of his cum. If that person isn’t a beastman, Leona can show you off to them with the marks and bites he made on your neck, shoulders, etc. 

Does that person can see this? It’s LEONA’S MARKS and BITES. Now, get off from his herbivore. They better back off before they start to challenge Leona Kingscholar.

He could say he’s not a jealousy person, but you know how easily he can get jealous. When he’s jealous, he gets really rough in bed. Marking you as his is the top priority right now. Bold of you to assume you walk in the next day and for the next few days.

If there’s a mirror, you should see your messy condition right now. Marks and bites all over your body, he’s fucking you really good that your tongue even rolled out, you couldn’t even talk properly. Oh, the lion smirks proudly.

“They can’t fuck ya this good, aight?”

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

[universitypenguin]

Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon

Warnings: Smut, Light bondage, NSFW, 18+

Word Count: Too long, as usual.

First of all, Steve Rogers loves sex. 

He’s a bit touch starved after waiting for the right woman, but when he finds you and things move into the physical affection stage, he’s all over you.

During sex, Steve loves that he can pick you up with little effort

He likes doing it against the wall

Standing, almost any position

Likes that he can hold your hips still even when you start to squirm when he hits the right spots

In general, holding onto your hips, your butt, and even when he gets to curl his hands around to grasp your inner thighs, Steve is thrilled. Captain America is an ass man.

He loves your legs too, though.

Likes to pin you down for prone bone.

He hates to admit how much using his strength against you turns him on.

But you love it too and when he realizes that you like the same positions he does, it gets more intense.

Like, he’ll pick you up while he’s standing and lift you to his shoulders, draping your legs over his shoulders to eat you out.

When Steve learns that you not only can orgasm multiple times, but that you enjoy it, he starts to let go a bit more.

At first he was careful in bed. He kept things slow and gentle, not being entirely sure of his strength. But once he gets comfortable…

He goes feral

It starts when you ask him to tie you up. The idea is only familiar to him from Tony and Thor’s jokes about 50 Shades of Gray.

Steve hates 50 Shades of Gray. He thinks Christian is an ass who doesn’t respect women.

But back to the topic: bondage. He’s willing to hear you out about why you want that. And eventually, he says yes.

The conversation about bondage goes like this:

You’ve never done bondage before. Despite having several past relationships and experiences, you’ve never trusted a man like that. Erotica tastes aside, reality is a beast of its own.

And without the feeling of complete safety that Steve Rogers inspires in your heart, you won’t have even brought it up.

But you trust him without reservations.

The idea of bondage for you is totally psychological. To have your hands restrained and be blind folded takes the pressure off of you. Sometimes your mind starts going during sex and it ruins your enjoyment.

It’s not like you’re thinking about the groceries or anything, just that you start planning your next move. Should you kiss him now, or do you need to moan louder? Does your moaning sound like a dying cat? Maybe you should keep it down.

So the blind fold is important.

And you don’t want to be able to move because you’d try to plan that too. Sometimes you put a lot of pressure on situations to be perfect. Perfect because you made it perfect, you mean. Your expectations are of yourself.

This is one reason you hate not being able to achieve orgasm. That matters to Steve a lot and he always but your pleasure first. The man is selfless and sweet. And when your mind decides to shut down the orgasm buttons, you hate disappointing him.

Steve is sold on the idea of bondage once he understands that it’s only an option because you feel safe with him. And he likes being the only person you’d trust to be this vulnerable with. All the 50 Shades objections vanish for him once you explain that part.

When you tell him that your struggles orgasming sometimes are from your own pressures to be good in bed, he gets it.

He loves that about you, your desire to please him and make things good. It motivates him to accept the offer of bondage.

Because it makes perfect sense that being forced to be the recipient and having control stripped away would fix that for you.

Steve says that you’ll have to let him make the plan. Which is *so* Steve Rogers it’s almost funny.

On a random Tuesday you get dinner with a friend and come home late. The lights are off which is weird because you expected Steve to be home. When you step inside you call out for him but no reply. Kicking off your shoes you wander to the kitchen and when you reach for the light switch, a hand grabs your wrist.

You give a small scream as a body presses you into the wall. Then you recognize the feel and the scent of his aftershave.

Steve has you pinned to the wall, wrists on either side of your head, feet spread apart and his big body caging you in.

It’s happening. It’s so happening. And you feel thrilled and scared and outrageously excited.

He’s excited too, you can feel it pressing into your back. The man’s been planning and fantasizing, clearly.

“Do you still want this, honey?”

His first words to you are the reason that you want this. It warms your heart at the same time your panties are growing wet.

“Yes, Steve. So much. Please.”

He rolls his hips, pressing his body against you and you can’t control the moan that passes your lips.

“Red means we stop. Yellow is slow down. If I’m going to do something that I think you need to consent to, I’ll ask ‘is this okay?’ and you’re going to say “Green” if you want it. Understand?

“Pick a safe word, doll.”

Eagle is your safe word. Your mind just liked the whole patriotic motif, you supposed.

Once the ground rules are laid out, Steve turns you around and with a tap on the curve of your ass, signals you to jump up.

With your legs around his waist and arms curled around his neck, he carried you upstairs to the bed.

Blindfold goes on first. Then cuffs that are lined with something soft that feels like shearling.

You know without asking that he picked them because he thought handcuffs would be too aggressive. Again, your heart flips.

“I’m going to push you, baby. I want you to wring every bit of enjoyment you can out of this. I’m going to make you come hard. You with me on that?”

You’re with him. You’ve waited a long time to try this.

“I have a plan for aftercare too,” he says.

And that’s your first hint that he’s about to go feral on you like he sometimes does when he’s keyed up from a mission.

Steve Rogers has freaking stamina for days. The man could kill you with sex if he wanted to.

(His sex drive is high… all that waiting for the right girl makes a man horny)

He undoes the halter tie of your dress and pull it down, slipping it over your legs.

He uses his mouth first. And it’s frustrating that he left your panties on. 

(The outfit was something he’d suggested. You’d thought he just liked the sundress and had been complimented when he’d said you’d look great in it today. Now it was clear he’d been planning all day. Probably longer.)

He’s been planning since the night you told him two weeks ago. Before the conversation was even over. You felt safe enough with him to ask for such a private and vulnerable fantasy and that turned him on in a mental way he can’t even explain.

So he starts by teasing you.

He kisses your mouth, slow and sensual. His tongue flicks against yours but never quite for as long as you’d like. And he knows how you like it by this point in the relationship. So you’re well aware he’s teasing you.

His mouth begins to wander to your neck and he laps at the sensitive spot. Your thighs clench in response. You’re soaked now, so wet it’s a little bit embarrassing.

He finally finds your breast with his mouth, taking an aching bud in his mouth and drawing on it. Softly. Gently. Lapping and teasing without the friction you needed to enjoy it.

Your breath came in pants now and you spread your legs to open yourself to encourage him to continue. Because there’s somewhere else that really needs attention.

Instead he turns to the other breast and gives it the same attention. Slower. And softer. Stroking with his tongue until your nipple was painfully tight.

His hand trailed up to cup the breast he wasn’t sucking on. The pad of his thumb made teasing circles and you moaned, arching your back into his mouth.

He chuckled and released the aching bud with a pop. Fingertips swirled the nipple he’d just abandoned, coating it with his saliva. He pinch it just right and your hips jerked.

Arousal was a living breathing thing inside your body now, clawing at your lower belly, turning breath into unsteady pants.

“How are you doing, baby?”

The bastard knew you were dying. Sweat was starting to burst from your pores. Your entire body was hot with need.

“Please, Steve…”

“Mmmhh? What do you need, doll?”

“I need your to touch me.”

“Where?”

“My pussy. I’m so wet for you, please touch me. Get inside of me.”

He purred. This was the moment you realized that you’d created a monster. Because he was getting off on the power play.

(This wasn’t actually when the monster was officially created. No, that would be later when you were done and he got to see your dazed face and tear filled eyes from the magnitude of what he’d drawn your body.)

He let go of the nipple and flattened his palm on your ribs, sliding it down inch by inch until he paused on your low belly.

He toyed with the band of your panties.

“You’re wet for me? Does this needy pussy want my fingers or my mouth?”

“Both!!”

He laughed again. But he went ahead, so it was worth it.

And heaven help you, there were fireworks. The bondage was working wonders for your mental need to be out of control. But Steve took it higher when he forced your legs wide and pinned them to the mattress.

And while spin class workouts did amazing things for your thighs, nothing topped super soldier strength. You were stuck. Legs pushed flat to the bed, hands cuffed to the head board and nothing stopping the extremity turned on man with his head between your legs.

He lied about giving your his mouth and fingers. At first he only used his mouth on your clit, licking around it, touching the tip of his tongue over it in slow flicks, then finally, finally, sucking.

Your body seized at the shock of pleasure, white hot and raw jerking through nerve endings frayed from lack of fulfillment.

He knew what pitch he needed to hear you moan at before he added his fingers.

He knew it because Steve Rogers is a man who studies all the angles of a situation and knows his enemy. Or in this case, knows his lover.

He rubs at your G-spot with the pad of his finger and you scream.

Your head falls back on the pillow and tears start to flow because it’s not enough.

“More, oh, please. Steve, I need-“

He growls. “I know what you need, babydoll. And I’ll give it to you when you’re a good girl and you hold back that orgasm for me. I don’t want you to come yet. Don’t you dare come. If you do I’m going to have to take you over my knee.”

Just the idea of him spanking you almost makes you lose it.

He backs off the intensity. And you start to sob from the brutal frustration of being taken so high and left without release.

His name begins to fall from your lips like a litany, as you start to beg.

“Steve! Please, I want to come!”

“Not yet. Hold back. You be my good girl and hold back. I don’t want to spank that sweet behind until it’s red, but I’ll do it.”

Your scream is gargled by a wave of pleasure that makes your whole body roll as it rips through you from head to toe.

“Let me come, damn it!”

Smack. He’s light and there’s a sting on your right inner thigh.

“Hold. It. Back!”

Screams become sobs. You can’t hold still. You’re fighting the restraints and trying to move but he’s not allowing it. All you can do is clench around his fingers and cry.

“Come for me, baby.”

Release floods you in a second when he gives permission.

The cord of tension snaps. Your muscles lock. The scream you felt building is nowhere to be found. Your voice disappears in the violence of the orgasm. It’s totally silent as your body takes control.

Your channel clamps down around his fingers. The orgasm pulses through your body like being set on fire.

Then you scream. And the muscles that had gone stiff suddenly quiver with release.

If Steve hadn’t held you down through it you’d have been snapping your hips and arching into the sensations, away from them.

He keeps going, pushing you through it until the orgasm is finished.

Then you cry.

Honestly crying, because of the intensity of the release.

You’d expected to get off. You hadn’t guessed that you would get obliterated by the world’s most intense orgasm.

Steve immediately crawls up and takes off the blind fold.

“It’s okay, doll. I’m here. You’re okay, you’re safe. Hold on to me.”

You move, trying to reciprocate when his arms go around you, but they’re still cuffed.

This makes you cry harder.

Steve rips them open, letting you free.

And then you’re in his arms and you can cry properly.

He rolls over with you in his arms, one arm tight around your waist, the other cupping the back of your head.

What shocks you is that he’s not nervous, apologizing, or asking if you’re hurt. He’s petting you and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. Let it out. I’m right here, not goin’ anywhere. Hold on to me, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

The warm hand moving over your back is a delicious comfort. Almost as good as being held to the strong chest by arms thicker than most people’s legs.

When the storm of emotions passes, you blink up as Steve, a bit confused.

His smile is gentle and his eyes are filled with warmth.

“I did my research. You came down from that hard, didn’t you?”

Your answering “yeah,” is slurred.

He kisses your forehead. If you weren’t already boneless from your release, that would have finished you off.

“You were such a good girl for me. I can’t wait to do this again.”

With a tired smile you arch an eyebrow.

“But we can’t be done. I haven’t had you inside of me yet, soldier.”

Steve’s eyes go wide at the remark and you smirk.

“I still need you to fuck me, baby. I need to feel you finish on top of me and collapse into my arms. Please.”

You said please. And if he didn’t get assist a lady who needed his help, what kind of a hero was he?

[muffindaddystyles]

18, 19, and 40 please?🥺 maybe some smut if possible💕

19. “Take a breath honey, yes princess just like that.”

18. “Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.”

40. “I love you, pet. So much of it, come back, please??”

A/N: Girliessss, theysss and themsss. Sorry for being inactive :(( Missed you all so much!! Here's a blurb from mafia!h x soft subby.

Y/N had never been this bratty. She had her occasional time-outs where Harry refused to touch her for days till she broke through her ice and begged him with a drool-y sweet mouth and honeyed puppy eyes.

She knows the drill and loves the adrenaline that seeps to her toes when Harry glowers at her across the room with bolting dark intensity -- his hook of thumb in a demand to have her in his lap is enough to excite her, the punishments makes her insides shrill and makes her fall in love with her daddy more and the best part of all of it's that she wants to cherish again and again’s how adorably caring he’s once fucking her raw.

At the moment though. She isn’t being a brat on purpose. They came for a dinner (with one of the Harry's business people) and it’s all business talk, rich dicks everywhere, hush hush voices that Y/N despises and the piqued ogle of the wife on her that makes her squirmy in her seat.

She zones out into her own lil bubble for a second, imagining herself back in their cosy home comfy in Harry’s humungous overly worn hoodie, snuggling him and smooching him, pecking all those softish spots where he has runs his fingers through the night and she wants to have a delicious pizza all to herself because the food here’s the amount of worm and leaf of spinach on a worm.

She didn’t even realise that she was slipping into her subby state until she was getting all fussy about her surrounds and plucked her lipstick out smudging the crimson tip against a tissue and slides it atop Harry’s thigh from under the table,

Daddy, home?

His flicker of gaze alters from the little needy note towards his girl who’s being choosy in eating her veggies and rolling them around in boredom.

Her head perks up cutesly at the feeling of his attention on her and he suckles his wine layered lip upon the sight of her doe-blown out pupils and glossy eyes indicating him like a train's horn that she’s submerging into her submissiveness at dangerous rate when she goes all squeamish and pink cheeks at the mere touch of his knuckles against her elbow.

“Daddy, please.” She whispers into his ear impatiently squeezing his knee. About to write another note to him to stay persistent but her lipstick breaks and she flinches when it rolls under the lady’s shoe leaving a bright stain on floor.

“Behave.” Was all he muttered gruffly before throwing a nonchalant dismissive glance her way and that was the last straw for her.

It’s been hours!! All she wanted was to get home and cuddle! Is that too much too ask!?

That’s why she acted like a grump and didn’t even bid them goodbyes, waited at the lobby for him eagerly and couldn’t help but to sway with her hands clasped back and grin at the greedy thought that once he steps outside she will leap on him like an affection starved kitten.

Her wish remains a wish nevertheless when Harry passes by her with a stoic face and snaps his fingers at her, the single gesture’s enough to bead tension on her forehead.

“In the car. Right now.” He glares her sternly plucking his black leather glove to reveal his jewelled pretty hand as he reaches for the handle of the backseat door.

Y/N has decided that today she’s gonna hold her grounds and be as naughty as she possibly could to get her kisses of the day.

Sheepishly she slips inside and gives him a toothy smile whilst trying to scramble up towards to reach within the sweet distance for his lips.

The trinkets of her shiny dress makes a noise as Harry splays his calloused palm up her silken thigh, glides it all the way up her hip and keeps his grip on her to stop her from moving.

“What?” She pouts knocking her nose against his's in attempt to plant her lips atop his’s, all grabby hands for him, “You’re not havin’ any of me kisses.” He tuts, eyes dark and murky.

“But why!!?” She whines trying to cup his cheeks and just squish them awful good but he gives her a pointed look and doubles back, away from her.

“You know why, little one.” At that she gives him a nasty narrow squint of her peepers and mutters grouchily, “I hate you.”

“What did ye' just say?” He pushes her closer with one tug that elicits tiny gasp from her, his lip thin in annoyance, “I said I hate you!” She huffs crossing her arms and it makes her breast appear more plump.

In all reality, she’s too stubborn to tell him that she’s feeling terribly needy.

“Say tha’ again, I dare you.” Harry demands with tinge of surprise in his growl and she hisses in frustration adjusting the loose heavy shoulder of her dress, “I said, I hate you and this dress, ‘s so itchy. just w’na go home —-,” Her blabbing fades into a squeaky gasp upon the sharp sting of Harry’s hand against her bottom.

“What happened Sugar? Did cat caught ye’ tongue?” He grits wrapping his warm hand around her throat wanting to choke the battiness out of her, but rather it turns her into a melty puddle of a softie.

“Over my lap.” He says firmly.

“No.”

He doesn’t give her time and positions her himself horizontally on his thighs, elbows pressed into seat and raises her bum with the support of his knee, pinching her cheek teasingly to warn her.

He tries not to coo as she looks ethereal in the glittery dress that's now bunched in Harry’s fist atop her spine to expose her itty bittys and she mewls prettily when Harry spanks her asscheek watching it jiggle then does it again and again, on her last count she’s dripping down her thighs stickily.

“What a filthy little brat,” He groans adam apple bobbing from the vigour of heat spreading in his body as he inspects her wet holes with middle finger making her squirmy and whiny from his feathery touches, “Proper soaked just from gettin' spanked.” He traces the lace delicates of her panties and presses his thumb against her bundle of nerves to feel the throb from his touch.

He pulls her back up and squishes her cheeks to pucker her rosy lips, pecks it heartily, “Knows why you’re gettin’ punished baby?” His tone gentler now. Realising that she shouldn’t slip too deep before they reach home.

She snuggles into the crook of his neck and hums, guiding his hand to her sore bum to make him rub the burn he left on her ass.

“Uhmm. ‘cos didn’t behave nice, acted bad ...” Her voice slurry from desire and yearn. If it wouldn’t be for his grasp on her waist she’d have gotten off on his meaty thigh long gone, “And?” He arches his brow sceptically drawing soothing circles on her flesh.

“And that I said, I hate daddy ‘n the dress he gifted me ....” His heart thumps a bit from the statement but the rational part in him assures him that she was just bumbled about him being too distant from her.

“And what do bad girls get?”

“Punished.” She mumbles into his throat and he nods, kisses her hair and cups the nape of her neck to give it a tender squeeze.

How much she acts like a spoiled brat sometimes; he still always makes sure she’s in her comfort zone and knows why she’s getting treated that way.

“I love you, baby sweets. But .... it doesn’t mean you’d not get your punishment.” She was about to protest and throw a tantrum but the car comes to an halt right infront of the large dark doors of mansion.

Tranquil air fills with her giggly shrieks when Harry gets outside and throws her over his shoulder with an ease, his grin wicked as she squeals out “No's" grabbing onto one of the door-frames in the hallway but it’s all vain since he’s way stronger than her little grip.

Once in their room, he’s flipping her into heaps of pillows and catches her calf when she tries to crawl away in hurry.

Her eyes widen and she looks down with a pout upon hearing the rip of her dress, “Liked it.” She mummers sadly.

“Thought it was too itchy,” Harry shrugs pushing her up towards the bedhead and ducks down to speck soft kisses against her collarbones, mouth foaming at the sight of her tits spilling out of her lingerie.

“No! Was just —.. fuck ...” She keens out a moan bucking her core to grind against his thigh when he nooks his knuckle between her sloppy pussy lips and twists her panties pushing them up scruffily into her mound feeling the flutter of her clitoris, the sheer fabric of it giving the right amount of friction to get her to an orgasm.

Her wet gasps and moans fogs into Harry’s mouth as he kisses her with unyielding roughness, hot bubbles popping in her belly ready to spread the nice feeling inside her, holding her down when he knows what he’s gonna do next will turn her into batshit crazy.

He pulls back. Both. His hand and his mouth away from her.

She blinks, with a lazy smile first then the realization dawns upon her and she’s grappling for his sides but he takes her wrists and pins them down.

“Daddy no!” She growls a whine and he just sits on his heels and admires the mess he created out of her, flustered and sheened in sweat, all soft and pudging to litter her skin with marks and bites, his cock warming up in his pants, “Please daddy I want you.” The whites of her eyes enviable and glassy from the frustrated tears that are collecting at her waterline.

Though, Harry stays adamant because those innocent coy eyes are her best weapon and ties her wrists to the bedpost without saying a word to her.

“You brought this on y'self, baby.” He tugs the bound to make sure it’s not too tight and moves back to get rid of his pants, his prick bloated and throbbing from ridges, slaps against his lower belly it’s head coated with precum.

“Now you’re g'na watch me jerk myself off and cover ye' pretty tummy with my cum, might lick it off from you.” She shivers at his words. Toes curling as she silently pleads with a parted mouth and barely open eyelids.

His nostrils flares, howling groan slipping through his lips as he spits in his palm and wraps it around his fat girth slicking his fist up and all the way down to give some relief to his balls.

He dips down and sucks onto her lower lip, “Knows your safe word right?” He asks shoulders jolting when he slops the bulbous crown of his prick against her clit in slow circles.

“Yes, yellow.” She breathes out delicately hoping he slips into her soon but Harry has other plans as he squeezes himself more, swiping the dollops of white thickness from the crown of his prick and brings his thumb to stuff her mouth shut with that.

“What a greedy kitten.” He tuts in mock when she eagerly swirls her tongue around his thumb creating soft sucking noises, she gags around his digit, eyeballs rolling to her skull when Harry slides her damp panties away and strokes his cock against her drippy hole.

“Hmm. Feels good.” He husks pushing into her, but not stuffing her full and that makes her whimper. She glides her feet around his spine to push him into her and her squishy sloppy walls tries to swallow him whole.

Everything just feels too hot and overwhelming. Him fondling his shaft from where he isn’t soaked into her warmth and her tiny whines and whimpers as he teases and edges her.

“Daddy ‘m sorry!” She squeaks out breathlessly clamping down onto him, “I bet you’re.” He moans out, that one sweaty curl dangling and tickling her forehead.

“That’s the most prettiest sound I’ve heard.” At his praise she just turns into a puddle and wiggles for more.

“You’re g'na make me cum.” He kisses his teeth and she digs her feet into his back not knowing if she’s allowed to come too and not having a voice to ask for his permission.

She gulps. Eyelids fluttering. Her cheeks blushy and peachy, listening to his deep moans that whirls within the pit of his chest as he fills her pussy with warm ribbons of cum that sticks to her already soppy walls and then pulls out to empty himself on her tummy as he promised.

Moments later the room echoes with her treacly yearning whimpers and blubbers of Harry’s name as he licks her juices off and the his own cum that oozes out of her whenever he pushes his middle finger inside her cunt.

..

“No!” That’s why they’ve discussed it before hand, her safe word. Harry knows his baby girl and that she gives up too early, gets too overwhelmed before she could actually enjoy the good part all of it although she has a potential to be more bearing than that.

They’ve lost the count of her orgasms.

The overestimation thingy.

Harry thinks it could be the best punishment for her.

She cramps her thighs around his wrist to make him stop but he spreads them wider apart, “You could gimme another one princess, knows y’could.” He curls his fingers to caress that spongey button inside her that makes her writhe like a leaf and it definitely did.

“Shit.” Eventually she gives into him basking in the pleasure of it -- sinking down on his fingers and grinds her clit against his knuckles, her cum from her previous orgasms glistening on his skin.

“Fuck already squirting.” She didn’t realize that, too floaty in her subspace and the ecstasy until she feels his fingers rubbing inside her again.

“Daddy no, no, no ... too sensitive!” She cries out cramming her legs around his waist and pushes his chest away with her knees but Harry keeps pummelling them deeper, scissoring them and adding two more, her thighs shakes terribly a burn spreads in her limbs as the sensational craving envelopes her once again.

“Yes, yes, yes. Don’t stop, please!” She shouts out whimperishly making Harry smile and he smooches a kiss to her forehead, pressing his chest flushed to hers and cradles her jaw to make her look at him, “Cum fo’ me. You’re me good fuckin' girl – g'na come right?” She bobs her head quickly fresh tears gliding down her cheeks and Harry wipes them away immediately.

She’s flying high like a kite. Wanting him all. His hands. His touch. His cock. His cum anything she could get out of him.

His love. His attention. His constant assurances and praises, affection, tenderness and his kisses and loads ‘n loads of tiny kisses She’s always needy for that.

“’M your good girl!” She sobs out in high pitch grappling onto restraints and Harry feels this dire urge to protect his little one at all costs, “Yes you’re.” He coos brushing her hair away from her eyes and let her hide her face into his neck as she turns stiff like an arrow and creampies around his fingers, lips smushed against his cheek.

“Take a breath, honey. Yes princess just like that.” He massages her shoulder and pecks it to calm her down upon feeling her heartbeat go wild after she comes.

She shakes in his arms whilst Harry showers her in kisses lining himself against her entrance and sheathes into her in a slick, their moans melting as he buries himself deep till her belly and cum spurts out from her cunt with his each hard thrust and it drips down her bum and onto already splotched sheets.

White dots wafts past her eyelids, arms shaking and lip wobbling as she feels it hit like a train. Getting pooled into utter bliss of many orgasms, feeling a rupturing dose of euphoria cocooning her.

She feels like she’s on paradise and somebody’s calling her through the white noise but she’s unable to respond all she could do’s blabber nonsense while trying to stop squirming.

Then she gets familiar to that gentle voice, the cosiness of that hand holding onto her free ones now and the softness of those lips against her forehead.

“Squeeze my hand if you could hear me baby.” He gets anxious a little bit when she stays droopy and unresponsive like a sunflower at nights.

A huge grin adorns his after climax blissed out features when she obeys him and gives a lil squish to his palm, “There y’go baby sugar. Y'alright honey?” He kisses the tip of her nose when she just blinks up at him weepily.

“Daddy.” Her voice scratchy and awfully feeble from all of the screaming and moaning.

“No daddy. ‘S just Harry, I love you pet. So much of it come back to me, please?” He almost pleads corking his mind to think what would bring her back from her fragile state since she has never slipped past from him this deep ever.

She whines at the hollowness she feels in her tummy when he pulls out catefully from her with a squelching noise and hisses even when the sheets rustles against her folds, “So sensitive.” Harry murmurs trailing honeyed kisses into the softest flesh of her thighs.

“Yes daddy, but want you!” Harry’s brows shoots up into shock and he slips his forearm under her to hug her tight, “’M right her bubba.” She cuddles into him and yawns fumbling with his sides listening to his pacific breathing.

“Guess we gotta give this little one a sleepy bath.” He mutters into her hair, nails scratching soothingly up her neck and twirling her downsy baby curls.

“I love you.” She rasps out rubbing the sleepiness in her eyes with the back of her hand, “I love you too -- would you like if I lit up some candles in the bathroom? Y’favourite ones?” He thinks it might help her get out of her subby state.

“No. Just you.” She pouts battling the sleepiness away and clings to him when he walks them to bathroom and sits them into the cold tub, he wrapped her around him in a way she doesn’t come in contact with the coldness of it as they wait for it fill with bubbling water (Y/N was too sensitive and clingy that he knew if he’d away parted away she’d have cried endlessly.)

No words were exchanged as she almost slept on his chest and drooled all over him.

“Cutie.” Harry giggles softly pecking her parted snoring lips and cleans himself and her gently.

Gets his most worn out clothes, the one that could tell another person in a beat that she belongs to him from the smell alone.

She slings her thigh around his waist and smashes her face under his chin, canoodling into him with a little tired purr.

He was petting her head and running his hand over her back that when she mumbled into her sleep, rubbing her cheek up and down his chest, Harry stopped and ducked down to kiss her forehead feeling love bursting through his insides.

“I love you, Harry.” Was what she mumbled. He's just too much in love with his soft little button.

[binniedeactivated]

whorehouse. || 💦

➥ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 | 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➥ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 | 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬! 𝐚𝐮, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭

➥ 𝐖/𝐂 |  4k

➥ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 | 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

➥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱! , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲.

multi-fandom ask requested by @light164star​ hope you enjoy this my love!

in any normal university a fraternity represents ambition, passion, and integrity amongst brotherhood. but things were different in your university.

the Sigma Chi (ΣΧ)’s were different. they stayed in this big gorgeous frat house across campus, they threw the best parties and had the best of everything. they had the best selection of everything on campus, even down to the best dining hall. they were very selective to who they admitted. well, judging by the guys you saw leave that building it seemed as if they only accepted the best of the best. the best looking guys, best athletes, the academic powerhouses, the all rounders. every guy on campus wished they were one of them and every girl wished they could be with one of them. but the Sigma Chi’s never dated anyone. that was their number one rule.

and lastly, the sigma chi was rich. not because it was full of a bunch of guys who were spoiled rotten by their parents. not because the university provided them with full ride scholarships. but because the sigma chi house wasn’t what everyone thought it was. of  course it was a house of brotherhood, but they had subscribers all across campus. including you. and the university officials had yet to know that. not that anyone would snitch anyway, they practically had everyone wrapped around their fingers. they even managed to wane off some of the security guards and professors from scoping out their territory, giving them hush money for their loyalty.

i know what you’re thinking. no -- the sigma chi’s aren’t a mafia. despite their ways they’re actually far from a mafia. they were a fraternity. they were a business. and one thing for certain, two things for sure, don’t you ever meddle in the business of the sigma chi’s. no one has ever came back from that little mistake. as far as you were concerned the victims were basically wiped off the face of the earth, complete lost of contact, even their social media accounts deleted and deactivated. no one knew what the sigma chi’s did to them but no one wanted to find out either.

anyway, you held your head low while walking towards the steps of the house. not everyone on campus knew about their little secret but that still didn’t keep you from being embarrassed about yours. you were a happy subscriber and you weren’t going to deny that. sometimes you wondered how your application even got accepted. but it did. you went into the little convenience store they held in the building, waiting for kim seungmin/kang taehyun/ ju haknyeon, either one of them were required to check you in. they worked at the house convenience store but little did anyone know the trio were the brains behind the whorehouse. they didn’t handle much subscribers themselves, but faithfully took care of admissions and payments. oh, and also check in’s. no one could get service or even have access to the whorehouse without going through them first.

the motion detector chimed indicating that they had a customer. you bit your lips looking around a bit, hoping no one walked in right after you. hoping they would think you’re just there to purchase snacks or something. with his sleeves rolled up from handling the store’s stock--coming from the back was kim seungmin. he approaches the back of the counter and does a little head tilt, indicating that you needed to show your identification. you reached your fingers into your wallet and plucked up your student identification card, sliding it on the counter. he reaches for it and opens an app on his smartphone, making sure you were a paying subscriber. lord knows they had enough people behind on payments yet still trying to receive service. even though you knew you were up to date on your payments you still gulped. seungmin never really showed much of any facial expression which scared you. just a sullen, hard expression that made everyone around him think he hated them. 

“you’re all set. sign this slip”.

he grabbed the small notepad full of paper slips he’d printed and specially designed himself, writing the date and his signature signifying that he approved your service. it was your job to sign the bottom line though confirming your consent to anything included in your service. you swiftly grabbed a pen and scribbled your signature.

“room 502. make sure you give them that or else you’ll have to leave”.

you nod and place the slip in your pocket, taking the elevator to the floor. you admit you were nervous as hell, this is how you were each visit. when you’re a subscriber you don’t know what type of service you can get. you’re just assigned to a random room and you’re promised a good orgasm-- several even--- by the time you leave. the way university was stressing you out these days that’s all you needed. your feet finally approach the door and you knock hesitantly. the door opens a bit, just enough to show his face and they grey and black silk robe he was wearing. it was choi yeonjun. fuck. you were scheduled with choi yeonjun today. there was no doubt in your mind that you’ll be fucking ruined.

“slip?”.

you fished it out of your pocket and showed him. he took it and nodded before crumbling it and tossing it in the nearby trash can. he opened the door further, you could see the dark room only illuminated by the deep red lights that lined the perimeter of the room. your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach at the sight of handcuffs, a pack of gummy worms and a vibrator sitting on the edge of the bed.

“come in”.

you nervously slipped through the crack of the door while he shuts it behind you. the room smelled like cherries, it always did for some reason. you stood there and swallowed. you could hear yeonjun faintly chuckling behind you, his hand brushing along your waist.

“you scared baby?”.

“y-yes”. you stammer. he kisses your cheek.

“you should be. take those panties off and get on all fours for me”.

“okay”. you stuttered once more doing as you were told. you came here enough to know that clothes always went on the clothing rack beside the door. fully naked you hesitantly crawl on the bed and remain on all fours just as instructed. you could hear the clashing metal of the handcuffs behind you as yeonjun undoes them and hooks them around both of your wrists and around the headboard. the cold metal ring clung painfully tight around your wrists and you gasp a little at how rough he was.  your back was now arched in the perfect bow and anything he wanted to do he could do it, your body was at his full disposal. you could feel his hand slide down your midsection and your breathing hitched. he removes it and lowers himself to the level of your face just to glare into your eyes. you stared into the abyss of his eyes in fear. he takes two fingers and rub them together, smearing the wetness he collected from you before slipping them in his mouth. he then slides it out.

“you’re not wet enough”.

and on that note he shifts to another side of the room and you heard the familiar sound of goo melt into the palm of his hand. you wince at how cold it was when he coated you with it, getting a good rub on your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you just to coat you that way. a subtle moan left your lips when he did so, unbeknownst to you that yeonjun had other plans when it came to your needy noises.

“none of that today,”. he says in response before picking up a pack of long heavy gummy worms. “that’s what these are for”. he ripped the pack open and grabbed a handful just to go over and shove between your lips. “I don’t want to hear any sounds from you today, you understand?”. you nod with the gummy treats in between your teeth. they were so thick you didn’t know how anyone could ever chew through them.

the buzzing noise of the vibrator rang behind you and your feet immediately grew cold. you couldn’t back out now. you paid for this. this is what you subscribed for. you had to take it.

yeonjun clutches your thighs and slides himself beneath you, face to face with your pussy that was practically begging for him at this point. you felt the smooth, thick grey vibrator slip past your slippery folds pushed deep inside you. in an instant you no longer knew how you were going to keep your legs in place this whole time. you started breathing hard gnawing on the gummies as hard as you possibly could. “shaking already baby? you’re going to have a hard time today”.

he steadily holds the toy, sinking it between your folds and pulling it back out slowly relishing the way your wetness coated it. moans awaited in your throat yet you forced them back down. yeonjun loved the way your pussy looked from this angle but most importantly he loved the way your clit looked. plump and glistening with lube. he softly hums and slides his tongue against it. you gasp but this time refusing to exhale.

“mmm”. he hums again and gives it another cat lick before pushing his face closer and coddling it between his lips. you decided to breathe, as shaky as it sounded at least you weren’t making any noises. but fuck you wanted to. the way he was twisting and moving the toy inside you, the way his wet tongue felt curling against your clit, you wanted to collapse. and he knew it.

he groans after pulling away from your folds with a thin spit string to follow but he couldn’t keep himself from going in for more. he ate you like a hungry tiger, each taste of you is like heaven in the coil of his tongue.  that’s what killed you the most. that’s what made your legs tremor the most. yeonjun didn’t eat pussy as if he wanted to eat pussy. he ate pussy as if he needed to eat it. and that made all the difference.

every lick sent electricity straight to his groin. the fact that you were shaking above him unable to do anything but breathe heavy and take whatever he was giving you turned him on. he thought your little lips were so soft, pretty and scrumptious. he slid his tongue around every crease and fold refusing to neglect a sector. he always had an unquenchable desire to please. your insides burned with agony. he told you that you weren’t allowed to make noise yet he ate you like this? you couldn’t take it. your breathing was already heavy and your legs were already on the verge of collapsing so if he didn’t stop within the next 5 seconds you’d be a moaning mess through the gummies in your mouth.

he fucks you with the toy a bit faster,  twisting it inside you while he flat tongued your clit prior to sucking it gently; hallowing his cheeks in the process. your eyes close and the jolts of pleasure made your tummy cave in. your heart rate soars and now your wrists were writhing desperately inside the cuffs. it felt so fucking good. god, it felt so good. your torso was on fire. his fingers dug into your innermost thigh while his tongue further explored you. he licks a particular spot that you weren’t quite fond of anyone licking, sending a bone shuddering moan through the air.

“ ffuckk! please!”.

yeonjun halts his movements at the sound of it. you mentally cursed at yourself. how could you be so stupid?

“what was that?”.

you swallowed. you agreed to keep silent. that was a bad choice. he slipped himself from underneath you and approached your face, grabbing your jaw roughly forcing his attention on him.  “answer me when I’m speaking to you”.

lord knows you wanted to. but he looked so incredibly scary like this your jaw trembled at the thought of even replying. he lets go of you forcing your head to drop back down in between your shoulders. “you don’t want to fucking listen right?”. you heard a barely audible chuckle but you knew he wasn’t chuckling because anything was humorous. “I got something for you”.

the sound of that made your heart drop. you didn’t know what the hell that meant. your mind couldn’t even grasp what it could possibly mean. all you knew was that you were handcuffed to this bed in this dark red room, your body in the position of complete freewill. after a couple of minutes more of drowning in the fear of your own thoughts the door behind you open and close. you heard not one set-- but other sets footsteps creak the floor. your eyes grew as wide as moons. little did you know though, this was all apart of their plan. yeonjun knew you wouldn’t be able to take what he was doing to you.

“since you don’t know how to shut up, I brought some friends who won’t mind doing it for you”.

squatting to your eye level was lee juyeon, another one of sigma chi’s most honorable members. he does this sly smirk before rubbing your cheek with his hand. “how you doing precious?”. your heart began to pound dangerously fast. sliding his hand through your hair was hwang hyunjin, on the other side of your face wearing the same smirk as juyeon. “damn you’ve got a pretty one jun”. he comments. if you weren’t bound to the headboard you’d run out of sheer nervousness. but you couldn’t.

juyeon grabbed your jaw and glares into your eyes steadily, almost as if he were searching for something. with him doing this you hadn’t even noticed that yeonjun and hyunjin disappeared behind you. “you have some pretty lips. you know that? show me how well you can suck my dick“.

he fiddles with the waistband of his briefs, giving you a gorgeous view of his chiseled body and you wanted to melt right then and there. however someone was groping your thighs underneath you and you realized yeonjun was back in the same position as before. and hyunjin was above him, his hands groping your ass and kneading it. he spills some lube into the palm of his hand and shoves two slendery, slippery fingers inside your ass without warning. you choked on your own spit and wince at the pain. he rubbed his clothed dick against you, biting his lips.

“have you ever done anal before baby?”.

you shudder. “nno i haven’t”.

he hums before scissoring his fingers inside you a bit more, stretching you out so his dick could fit perfectly. you’ll admit, you weren’t too keen on anal before hyunjin stuffed his dick inside you and filled you to the brim. yeonjun attaches his lips to your clit again, and juyeon rubs his dick against your lips forcing you to take him in whole. more than anything you didn’t know you’d be experiencing this. being ruined by three men instead of one.

you hummed against the shaft of juyeon’s dick at the feeling of yeonjun’s tongue licking your soft folds through and through, all the while hyunjin’s giving you soft thrusts from behind. the delicious mix of pleasure made you delirious. your tummy caved in and your thighs were trembling once again. and oh yeah, yeonjun got his wishes of you staying quiet. juyeon was filling your mouth so much a sound could barely be audible. juyeon slips his hands in your hair, jerking your head back just so he could see your mouth filled his precum. he grins.

“a subscriber of the whorehouse gets used like a whore. you like this shit don’t you?”.

hyunjin grips your waist harder and chuckles. “she can’t talk with her mouth full. she’s being a lady”.

juyeon smirks and glances down at you trying to suck him as far as you could possibly reach. “is that true? you’re trying to be polite?”.

yeonjun smirks and licks another stripe up your wet swollen clit before chiming in. “if so, shes at the wrong place. polite prissy princesses don’t get fucked and sucked this good”.

hyunjin slams a hand down on your ass, making it jiggle underneath his palm. “they sure don’t”. you groan against juyeon’s length feeling like you could pass out any second. he thrusted himself between your lips steadily loving the sloppy, messy sounds your mouth was making in the process.

“look at you...you suck dick and take it good. who taught you this?”. juyeon growls.

you softly whine, crying in response. numerous moans left your throat but it was a mystery on whether or not they’d actually be heard. it didn’t even matter though because all three of them was groaning loud enough to drown out the sound of yours. you felt like you were going to lose your damn mind being used like this. the pleasure of it all made your toes curl and body shiver. yeonjun’s wet lips were coated in nothing but you precum at this point and hyunjin speeds up the movements of his waist, snapping into you like he’d never get a chance to do it again. well, considering the system of the whorehouse he just might not. and he was making it evident.

“fuck, your pretty ass”. hyunjin groans while throwing his head back and biting his lips, slamming you back against his waist every chance he got. your ass was pretty like this, stemming down from your cinched waist it was plump and perfect from this angle. hyunjin thought he could watch it bounce against him all day if he could. you unintentionally pushed back on him leaving a hum of approval sputtering from him lips. “oh shit”. he grumbled.

“she’s fucking you while riding yeonjun’s face. shit, I like her”. juyeon licks his lips while holding your hair in up a makeshift ponytail. tears jerk from your eyes as he shoves his dick down your throat again before pulling it back out. you gagged enough to spit his precum back over his tip.

“I like her too”. hyunjin mentions, completely stopping his hips just to watch you desperately fuck yourself to an orgasm. a throaty groan became a murmur as your legs trembled and the familiar wave of electricity washed over your whole entire body. you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“she’s pulsating so hard around my tongue I think she’s about to cum”.

“she’s so cute look at her fucking herself. you gonna cream all over us baby?”. hyunjin groans.

your high pitched whine rang through the steamy atmosphere and as if your body listened to hyunjin words you did just that, your juices spilling down his thighs and waterfalls down yeonjun’s chin. hyunjin slips his fingers into the curve of your waist and fucks a bit more until your ass was filled with his cum, and the sticky contents of juyeons fluids were already slithering down your throat. your body spasmed and jerk so hard and yeonjun licks the aftershocks out of you before getting up and fucking your throat until he got a fix of his own. he grunts and roughly pulls your hair while he does so, letting his hot cum spill down your throat after he was finished. your limbs felt so weak. you wanted to just stay there and sleep. but unfortunately you had to walk back to your residence hall in this condition. it was fucking worth it though.

after you were freed from the handcuffs you could see the bruised rings on your wrist from them both. “put your clothes back on, go back to your dorm and take care of yourself baby”. yeonjun speaks just before they all vacated the room.

[sashi-ya]

Okay I feel like after reading your lactation kink with Corazon I feel like Law had a secret mommy kink and wants to do stuff with it…so can I request a nsfw situation with Law who tries to hide his mommy kink but it comes out?

Such a spicy idea omg 😈😈😈 But, besides the spicy part, I think Law might need this type of treatment sometimes. He usually looks so strong and serious, but I know he is a sweet child inside, so this type of kinks would suit him a lot. I hope you like it ♥ thank u for your request!! ~

NSFW ~ Sub! Trafalgar D. Water Law x F! Reader ~ Can I Call You Mommy?. Pt.1

TW: Mommy kink. Sub Law. Dom reader. Nipple play. Face sitting. Punishment. Rimming. Impact play (soft). Choking (soft). Ass masturbation. Oral sex. Vaginal Sex.

WC: 2K

Tag list: @undercoverweeeb @mistyroselove

There is a second part, you can read it here

The night is cold, your body pressed against your tattooed boyfriend. His inked fingers running through your hair, you are completely covered by the sheets. He yawns and nuzzles on the crown of your head. “I love the smell of that new shampoo” he says. “Thank you, Law” you tell him, hugging him really tight. “I love your perfume too” you say while sniffing his skin’s scent with your nose pressed against his naked chest.

He flinches a little, Law is extremely ticklish. You laugh, because you know it, and you want him to laugh (he doesn’t like it, though). “Stop it!! I hate tickles!!” he protests. “Haha!! I won’t stop!!” you laugh while your fingers graze all of his skin.

“I’m gonna punish you!” he states. Normally, Law is the dominant one, your daddy. He usually “punishes” you when you disobey his dominant orders in bed, but tonight you want to play a joke on him. For once you are gonna act like the dominant to see his reaction.

“Oh, you are gonna punish me?” you say and straddle your hips over him. You pin his wrists above his head and look him straight to his grey eyes. “W-what?” he gasps, scared and blushed. “I’m the one who’s gonna punish you, little bitch” you tell him, laughing, expecting him to frown and shout at you. But he doesn’t. He looks at you, speechless.

You decide to keep with the joke, trying to hold your laugh. “What happened, huh? Are you scared of me?” you tell him, bending over and approaching your face until your nose is pressed against his. “You… uhm… stop” he says, but his speech doesn’t sound convincing at all.

You think about stopping and laughing at him, but … Somehow, somehow this is turning you on? “Stop? Why are you asking your dom to stop? You don’t like to be treated like this?” you ask him, squeezing his wrists. He whines softly, and you can’t help but think that perhaps this is actually turning him on.

“What happened? Has the cat got your tongue?” you tell him, with a demanding tone. Law is sweating, he tries to hide his accelerated breathing, and the growing bulge on his groin.

And because he is not the only one aroused here, you decide to keep playing. No more as a joke, but as a reality. You quickly take your hands from his wrists to his cheek. Your thumb grazes his tender lips, opening them until your finger gets inside his mouth. “Suck it” you order him, expecting a sudden negative reaction. But he does as you tell.

Once the thumb gets completely sucked, you gently rub his face. Your fingers travel from the commissure of his lips towards his neck. You squeeze, gently but firmly. Law gasps and squirms under your hips, as if he was trying to rub himself against you.

“You like this, don’t you?” you tell him with a side smirk. He swallows under your palm. You are squeezing his carotids, he tries to gasp for air, his tanned cheeks become even more blushed. “Answer me!” you command. “Y-yes, I do… mommy” he says. He opens his eyes even bigger than before, scared. Law quickly pushes you off him and stands up. He runs towards the bathroom and closes the door.

You are sitting over the bed, completely unable to understand what has just happened. “Did he just call me mommy?” you think, and your core reacts to it. You walk towards the bathroom, knocking on the door. “Babe? Is everything ok? we were just playing, it’s ok. I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, let’s just forget about it. I’m sorry” you tell him, worried. There is no answer for a few seconds, but then…

“Mommy?” he says from behind the door. You are not really sure if Trafalgar Law said that, but you decide to play along. “Uhm… yes?” you say, shyly. “C-can you come in?” he asks. “Yes…” you tell him and open the door.

Law is sitting on the bathroom floor, legs crossed, looking up at you. He actually looks so cute like this, you are always the one that feels little in front of him, but tonight it’s not the case at all.

Law extends his arms up, so you crunch in front of him. You pass your arms around his rib cage and help him stand up. “What are you doing sitting on the cold floor? You are gonna freeze in here. Let’s go to bed” you kindly say. He nods, and it amazes you how much of an obedient sub he can be.

“Can I call you mommy?” he asks, blushing. “Of course you can… why don’t you sit on the bed for mommy now?” you tell him. He immediately does so, awaiting your next orders.

You walk towards him, brushing your hand over his cheek. “You are so cute. You know that baby? you say. He smiles so sweet, so docile. Law passes his arm around your waist, pulling you towards him and places his cheek on your lower stomach. “I love you, mommy” he says. Your fingers tangled around his black hair, “I love you too, baby”. Somehow this is way easier than you thought it would be and you love it.

“Can I have some boobies?” he asks, not so shy now. Law has always loved to worship your nipples, and you kind of understand where all of this comes from… “Sure. Let me sit and you can have them” you tell him, sitting on the bed and helping him lay over your thighs.

Law, as he usually does, sucks the hell out of your nipples. Yet, this time, he is not over you, but comfortable laying on his back with your breasts in his mouth. You whine as he sucks and nibbles your sensitive skin. You can see how he gets incredibly hard, his grey joggings with wet patches from how aroused he is. “God, he is so into this, why didn’t he tell me about it before” you think, but quickly a big bite on your nipple pulls you out from your train of thoughts. “Law!! Don’t bite that hard!” you scold him. He smiles, devilishly, with your flesh trapped by his mouth. And you soon realize he is actually looking for a punishment… and he is gonna get it.

“Stand up, you’ve been a bad boy” you command. He stands up, pouting, looking at the ground. “Damn, how the fuck does he manage to be so hot even acting like this?” you think. “Why did you bite mommy?” you ask. “I’m sorry, mommy” he says. The way that word sounds with his voice, hits you right on your core.

“Kneel down, you are gonna learn not to hurt mommy” you tell him, and he does so. You stand up, walking towards him. You lift his chin with your index finger. “Stick your tongue out” you order. Law diligently opens his mouth and sticks his tongue out. “Let’s see what you can do with that mouth” you tell him.

Your shorts are off. Only pink lace panties remain. Your core is now pressed over Law’s face. He licks your sex over your panties, making them even wetter. But he wants to taste you completely, so his inked fingers try to move the cloth that covers your entrance.

“Did I tell you to take my panties off?” you ask. He stops and looks at you with puppy eyes. “You are so disobedient, baby” you tell him, and your hand softly slaps his cheek a few times. “I’m sorry mommy” he says. “But I guess you are right” you accept and take your underwear off. Next, he knows, he is back at being suffocated by your groin. You pull his hair, moving his head so it could bury into your sex more and more. He whines, he moans. He enjoys your flavour, the way you are dominating him. And because his tongue does wonders, and all of this turns you so much on, you come all over his face. He thankfully receives your arousal juices, enjoying your taste.

But this is not over, and even if you didn’t know you like this so much, you want to keep going. “Very good, little boy. Now stand up, Mommy is gonna have more fun with you tonight. I want you to take off those pants and lay on all fours on the bed” you order. Law’s eye widens. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t like, baby” you calm him.

“Ok, mommy” he says and frees his huge erection from the grey cotton pants. “I see you are so wet, baby” you tell him, and help him take his boxers off. You kiss his hips and let him go to bed. He is scared, you notice that, but at the same time precum drips from his member. Aroused, and scared. Aroused and needy.

There he lies on all fours for you. Both of you know exactly how the anatomy works, where are the most sensitive parts. You approach him from behind, kissing and biting his glute. Your tongue travels to his rear entrance. He gasps and squirms at the very wet touch. But he wants this, he is begging for this, even if he does not speak.

You rim him, up, down, and around. Wetting his entrance with passion. Your hand snakes from behind and milk his hard member while your tongue plays at his back, penetrating his entrance with it. He moans loudly, moans you never heard escape his mouth. Heavenly melody to your ears.

Your lover, is on the verge of cumming as he tells you “Mommy, I’m… I’m comming”. “Are you? oh no… Did I give you permission?” you ask, maliciously, stroking his member even faster. “N-no… mommy I can’t…” he whines. He is a mess and he is about to burst.

You suddenly stop. His aching member twitching on your palm, your finger menacing to penetrate his rear entrance. “Mommy…” he cries. “Sh baby, let me make you cum differently for the first time” you say. He already knows what your plan is, and surprisingly he moves his hips towards your hand. “You want this, huh?” you tell him and stick your index right inside him. He grunts, and you notice his legs turn weaker. In and out you penetrate him, until it feels so dilated you should add more fingers. And so you do. He accompanies your movements with his hips, he wants to take it deep. And he does. He finally reaches climax, no hands to his dick. Sticky climax product dripping from his member to the bed.

“Good boy!” you tell him, kissing his tattooed back as he gets back to his normal breathing. “Next time, I'll use a strap on with you, little boy” you whisper into his ear, making him squirm. He loved it; he wants more…

When he gets ready for the next round, you command him to fuck you. You lie on your back, legs spread open. “Come fuck mommy, babe” you tell him. And he does not hesitate. Those strong hips thrusting in and out of you, deep, so deep. He might be a perfect sub, but he fucks you like an animal, and you can’t help but let him destroy your insides violently.

“Do you like this mommy?” he says in between panting. “Yes, babe. Don’t you dare stop fucking mommy, or you will be punished one more time” you tell him, making you fuck you rougher, harder, faster. Until both of you burst into a big orgasm. Probably everybody around the New World heard you, but how could you hold back?...

“Mommy, I love you” he says, nuzzling into your breasts. You hug him tight, caressing his back in circular motions. “Mommy loves you too, baby” you tell him. Soon exhaustion wins the fight, and both of you drift into a restful sleep…

[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

NSFW Headcanons~ Pete “Maverick” Mitchell

(Not my gif)(Requested by @prettybaby2004 )

- Given the way that Maverick tends to behave; and his overall good looks, it’s hard to imagine that he hasn’t slept with at least a few women in his time. I think that it’s safe to say that you’ll be in good hands. If the government can trust him, so can you, right?

- Sex with Maverick is all about you. How you’re feeling and your pleasure is top priority for him so don’t be surprised when he treats you like a Queen.

- Since he’s so invested in making sure you feel good, he’s more of a giver than a receiver. Sure, celebratory blowjobs and blowjobs in general make him feel like a king, but; most of the time, he’s more concerned with going down on you then you going down on him.

- When he is going down on you, it’s easy to see that it’s something he genuinely enjoys doing. It’s almost more erotic to see and hear what he’s doing than the feeling itself.

- He savors the moment, kissing and licking up your thighs and down your stomach, planting kisses along your panties; and that’s just before he has all your clothes off.

- There’s usually a ton of foreplay whenever the two of you are together. He loves every type of it: a game of cat and mouse, slow and sensual touches, hot and heavy pawing and grinding, etc. Sex is the only thing he doesn’t just rush right into.

- When the two of you have sex, there really isn’t a dominant person or a submissive person; at least not usually. On the rare occasion that there is, he can be as dominant or submissive as you want.

- As confident and assertive as he tends to be in his everyday life, he does have quite the submissive streak when it comes to you; enjoying following your orders and falling to his knees for you whenever you ask.

- Intimacy is his kink. The closer and more affectionate you are the better.

- He tends to move slowly and purposefully, relishing in the feeling of you wrapped around him and the way your hands drag across his back.

- The two of you tend to do it in missionary. He likes being able to look into your eyes and maneuver himself in any way that he wants.

- All things considered, Maverick is fairly vanilla when it comes to sex: he’s really not into anything kinky and prefers when everything is just soft and pleasurable.

- Lots of kisses; oftentimes pressed all over your skin rather than your own lips.

- His tongue trailing across your skin and yours trailing across his. He loves the feeling; particularly on his neck, so if you want to turn him on, that’s just the way to do it.

- Soft caresses and touches. He always has to be touching you in some way, feeling your skin against his own; even if it’s just his palms, is part of how he gets off. The softness of your skin does things to him.

- Body worship. It can go either way depending on the type of person you are. He loves making you feel good about yourself and showing you how much he loves you and your body.

- Praise. He’s usually fairly quiet but if he is talking, it’s telling you how beautiful you are and how good you’re doing.

- Your moans are music to his ears. He does whatever he can to hear them.

- Passionate sex. He loves making love to you, showing you how important you are to him and the things that you do to him; even when you aren’t trying to be sexy.

- Sometimes you just strike a nerve within him and you wind up being hoisted up off the floor, your legs wrapped around his waist as he kisses you feverishly; placing you on the nearest surface as he begins to tear both your clothes off.

- Just once. Just once he wants to take you on top of some bar bathroom sink. For a while, you think he’s just joking since he’ll always propose it in a teasing fashion but he’d happily do it if you’d only just let him.

- Shower sex.

- Only a man with a big dick could pull off all the stunts that he does so you can rest easy knowing that you’ll greatly enjoy his missile.

- He prefers coming inside of you or pulling out at the last minute; maybe with you finishing him off, so it’s probably a good idea to get some birth control.

- Maverick loves aftercare. He loves being able to take care of you and hold you in his arms, kissing you softly and staying by your side until the sun rises. If he has to leave before you wake up, he’ll leave a flower and a note on your pillow; giving you a careful kiss on the forehead before he sneaks out of your room.

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“I’m not telling you again.”

If you’re still doing the sentence prompts?

CW: Vampirism, blood drinking, minor whumpee (OC is 17), captivity, referenced dehydration and starvation, forced turning, wishing for death, religion

1905, somewhere outside New York City

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"Come here, little one."

The boy presses himself back against the cold stone wall behind him. There's a cuff around one ankle, dull iron, and a chain that scrapes the floor when he moves. He swallows, shaking his head rapidly from side to side. Dirty hair falls dull over eyes that sparkle vibrant green in the near-total darkness.

He can't see her.

But she can see him.

"No." His voice is a whimper, a nearly-animal whine, pure fear. "Please, please, please no, not, not, not tonight, not... not tonight, please."

She sighs, chuckling fondly, and pulls a match across her palm to light the lamp that hangs on a hook down here. The wick catches flame, and now he sees the pale, pale skin, the deep red lips. The predator's gleam in glinting dark eyes.

She crooks a long, sharpened fingernail . He can see the hem of her dress, lace-edged, the skirt that sweeps up to curve her hips, the narrowed waist, the high neck. He's stared at illustrations of the Gibson girl put up in shop windows in stores that sell to richer women than he's ever known. She's an echo right down to the soft, upswept hair.

Like a man with an expensive coat hiding a knife, he thinks, that he means to slaughter you with. She's a monster who looks like an angel.

"I'm not telling you again. I'm hungry," She says, and gives a little pout. "I want you to feed me."

He pulls his arms in close, shaking his head again. Tears already threaten. He's so tired, all the time. There is never time enough to heal from one bite before the next and the next and the next-

"Come now, little pet. It's just one last time." Her voice is gentle, but he knows they lie. They all lie to get their fangs in you.

"What, what, what d'you mean?" The boy has a thick country Irish accent, still. Fresh off the boat, they call him when he tries to speak to the boys his age in his tenement. Half of them have accents like his, or thicker.

Not that he'll see any of them ever again.

Not since his parents-

Not since-

He chokes on a sob he can't quite hold back, turning at the waist to rub his fingers over the rough, cool stone. It helps. The motion, the texture, it helps. It calms him down, a little.

Everything here is wrong.

He misses home. He misses the green hills that were never so full of dirt ground in as the city streets are. He misses the air that didn't smell like offal day and night. He misses a world where it was all less overwhelming. He misses a world where his parents were alive to help him understand it.

"Oh, you're sad tonight," The monster wearing a woman's face says, taking the lamp off the hook and carrying it closer. The shadows dance off her cheekbones, they seem to give her a sneer rather than her soft smile. "Let Malorie be of aid to you. Tell me what you need, sweet boy."

"Can, can, can I have a-a drink? Miss?" His voice is hoarse from thirst, and he's parched. It has rained for two weeks and he's drunk the rainwater that leaks in through the walls, plus the few sips they give him each day. Food is a bit of moldy bread, cheese, maybe a thin soup. It isn't enough.

They don't seem to notice, or care.

But then food or water is something they left behind, isn't it?

"Hm." She steps forward, closer to him. Her eyes flash in the dark, reflect the bit of light, and he cringes back from her fangs as she smiles down at him. She moves to crouch before him, and sets the lamp down on the floor beside her. "Is it thirst that drives you, little one?"

"Please." His lips are chapped and cracked. He tastes blood, sometimes, and spits pink-tinged spit to blend with the soil beneath him. He tries to look pitiful - it's not hard to succeed. "Please. I'm, I'm so so so so... so thirsty, ma'am, just a cup, please-"

She looks down, unfastening the line of tiny pearl buttons on one sleeve, then rolling back the fabric to expose her wrist. A stray curl of dark hair falls down to brush her perfect cheekbone.

"Ma'am?" He can't understand what she's doing - none of them had ever started to undress in front of him before. "A drink, ma'am? Please?"

She looks up, and her eyes gleam like a cat's in the dark. Her teeth are very very white. He can see the venom shimmering on her fangs.

"A drink you want, you beautiful boy," She says, and he stares with uncomprehending horror as she moves her wrist towards her own mouth. "And a drink you shall have."

She tears her own wrist open with her teeth.

He gasps and tries to get up to run, but he's weak and dizzy and when she yanks at the chain that binds his ankle to the wall he goes down hard and lands with a thump, the breath knocked out of him.

While he wheezes air into lungs that won't take it, she pushes him onto his back and forces her wrist against his mouth, her other hand pinching his nose shut.

He cries out in horrified disgust against her cold skin and the thick brackish fluid that flows over his tongue. She stares down at him, avid, with huge eyes.

"Drink, sweet boy," She murmurs. "Quench your thirst."

He must drink or suffocate, and his body chooses for him. He swallows even as he gags, and swallows again, and she lets go of his nose so he can frantically pull in air, tears streaming to pool in the shells of his ears and soak into his grimy, dirty hair.

She is a blur through his terror, but her smile is written in stone in the yard beside a church.

"My turn," She says, and when she buries her fangs into his neck, the boy screams again.

And then goes limp as the venom takes hold, and the vampire begins to purr, her fingers gripped like claws into his shoulders.

There is no pain.

Only the fear.

I'm going to die, he thinks, and stares up into the darkness that wipes out even the lamplight. It seems like it's growing, within him and without.

His mouth is full of blood. It tastes better than it did when first she made him drink. The heaving of his stomach stops. He starts to swallow willingly, even eagerly. Nothing has ever quenched his thirst quite like this. It doesn't taste at all like he'd thought.

I'm going to die.

He wants to go home.

He wants more to drink.

He's so hungry.

He wants more blood.

When she pulls her wrist away, he whines and tries to grab at it, to pull it back. She laughs, swatting playfully at him.

"Not yet," She chides, wagging a finger. She licks her open wound and it closes. She laps at the remaining blood and he tries to sit up, to get some too, only for her to push him down again.

Then... pain.

Agony hits, a bright stripe straight up his spine, and he arches away from the ground, throwing his head back and screaming loud enough to bounce off all the walls. It recedes, and then comes again, through his stomach this time. The throb moves to his hips, thighs, into his calves and all the way to his toes.

He curls into a ball on his side, but the pain keeps growing. It takes over. He can't feel the floor he lays on, only the constant spark of nerves blaring alarm. He feels like he is being crushed under a rock, burned by the hottest fire, stabbed with a hundred knives.

"Wh, what, what's happening-... t'me?!" He coughs, and then sobs as the action hurts more than anything else ever has in his life.

"You're dying." She picks at her fingernails, already bored.

He turns to look up at her as she stands, licking her chops like a cat. Tears run down his face, and every time he blinks the air seems pink-tinged. "What...?"

"That's your body shutting down. You know, you're very fortunate." She wipes a droplet of the boy's own blood from the corner of her mouth and then sucks her finger clean. "Very few people get to be born twice. I'll see you tomorrow night. I would prefer if you didn't call me your mother."

Before he can even begin to form a question, she turns to walk away, hanging the lamp up on its hook as she goes, blowing out the flame.

The pain ripples again, he is broken like a brittle shell against the shore. His very bones feel as though they're tearing apart inside him.

He's going to die here.

And he won't stay dead. His parents will wait in Heaven for a demon son who will never be allowed to step foot into Paradise.

He gulps in air, lungs burning, and tries to remember the prayer through his panic. "Our Father, wh-who art in Heaven, hallowed be be be Thy Name-"

His throat blisters even saying the words, and when he tries to cross himself, his hand shakes too much, his joints crack and shatter. He can feel it, he can hear it. They crack and reform, break and bend.

He screams.

He screams until his throat is raw, until it bleeds, until his heart stops beating and blood runs from eyes and ears and from under his nails.

He whispers every prayer he's ever known when he can. He begs for salvation, he begs to be spared eternal bloodlust, he pleads for something other than damnation. He prays he'll see his parents in death and not become a monster like this.

His prayers are swallowed whole by darkness.

He dies, but he does not die for long.

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random dates with jujutsu kaisen characters

ft. itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara, zenin maki, inumaki toge, nanami kento, and gojou satoru

g/n!reader (except maybe for maki but that's more personal pref)

itadori yuuji - "hey!-", you were essentially muted as itadori plops a strawberry in your mouth. you bite down, wrinkling your nose up at him in fake upset. he just smiles and laugh, as you drop the pout and laugh with him. you two were on a picnic, drinking lemonade and watching the hours melt away into the sunny sky. currently, you two were demolishing a carton of strawberries, the green tops abandoned on a plate next to you. you swallowed, relishing the sweetness lingering on your tongue.

taking one last berry, itadori reclined and sprawled on the blanket while putting his hands behind his head. you laid down on the blanket next to him, placing your head on his chest. he glanced down at you and took one of your hands in his, his thumb starting to trace gentle circles on your palm. with your free hand, you pointed up to the clouds in the sky. "that one looks like a bus," you suggested. "mmm, i think it looks like a log," he responds. "that one looks like a cat." "i think it looks like a log." "ok, that one looks like a tree." "mmmmmmm i think it looks like a log," he says again. "yuuji, you think all of them look like logs," you say. you can feel his laugh bubbling in his chest as he says, "because all of them do look like logs." he points up at the sky at different clouds, "that one does....and that one does....i think these are actually all logs in disguise." you playfully swat his hand and turn your head up at him, saying, "you need to use your imagination a bit. if you're only looking for logs, all you're going to find is logs."

instead of responding, itadori shifts forward and captures your mouth in soft kiss. you respond, pushing your lips against his in a sweet dance. his tongue finds its way into your mouth, deepening the kiss. his hand has slipped out of yours and now is on the small of your back, pushing you closer into him. he smiles into the kiss, pausing. "what?" you ask, temporarily affixing your head above his. "nothing," he responds, "i just hope we can stay like this for a little while longer."

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fushiguro megumi - he's is nursing a cup of black tea in a porcelain cup and saucer, while he chews on a black ballpoint pen. fushiguro is in a cafe across the street, but you can see him through the window. as you walk in, the bell above the door jingles and he glances up at you. he smiles and clears a pile of papers, making room for you at the table. you sit down across from him, noticing that he's already ordered a cup of tea and a croissant for you.

"hey 'gumi. what'cha up to?" you ask, lifting the cup to your lips. "working on this latest batch, but it's tough. did you bring your stuff?" he asks. you pull out a small notebook, untying the ribbon that holds the pages shut. "of course i did, i want your feedback on my latest poems," you respond. "this is the most recent one i wrote." in the garden of my mind/you sink my heart into my soul/blooming into something unknown/glassy eyes speaking of that garden untold is what you hand to him. he furrows his brow as he reads over the lines, once, twice, three....ohmygod how many times is he going to read it? is it bad??? you catch your lip between your teeth as you wait for his critiques, anxiously tapping your fingers against the table. finally, he looks up to you. "i like the use of garden as a metaphor, but i think you could expand on it more. it's a short poem so i know you don't have much room, but i'm really fixed on this idea of a garden. what grows there? who takes care of it?" he questions. his brows is still furrowed and you can practically see the wheels turning behind his poofy hair.

you smile over at him saying, "well, megumi i think you already know the answer to your questions." he blushes and looks out the window. the wheels are turning in his head again, but for a different reason. you know fushiguro isn't exactly the greatest with his feelings, so you give him a minute. he still gets flustered when you even allude to loving him, it's so removed from his own view of himself that he needs to take a minute to process. in the meantime, you rip off a fluffy piece of croissant and feel the buttery layers melt on your tongue. you look out the window, quietly drifting off to another world. "did you want to read my poem?" he asks, snapping you back to reality. you nod, picking up the piece of paper he passes you. your eyes focus on the first line: i love you.

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kugisaki nobara - you love nobara, you honestly do, but sometimes you forget about that when she gets in a yelling match with the man at the ice cream truck. you're pulling your hat over your head, hoping to spontaneously melt into a puddle while the two of them go back and forth. "i don't know what you want me to say! i'm sorry i gave the wrong flavor to them, but i can't change it," the vendor says exasperatedly. nobara wrinkles up her nose in disgust at the vendor, retorting, "this business is absolutely shameful. i come all the way here for ice cream, and you can't even properly fulfill my order. what if i reported you to the better business bureau? hmmm? would you be a bit more cooperative then?"

yeah, it's been going on like this for a few minutes. you think you're going to evaporate into thin air when you realize the arguing has stopped and nobara is on her way back. and...omg...she's holding a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone!! you immediately perk up. "you got it!" you exclaim, quickly taking the cone from her. you take a bite (do you bite ice cream???? lick??? v unsure), and faux-swoon at how good it is. forgetting your previous embarrassment, you swiftly press a kiss to nobara's lips as a thank-you. "thank you nobara, this was so sweet of you!" her face deeply reddens, every ounce of toughness from the earlier altercation dissipated. she tosses her hair, trying to play it off. "oh, you know, it wasn't difficult. you just had to ask nicely." you smile at her, suddenly wanting to pay her back for the embarrassment she dealt you before.

before she can react, you quickly leave a flurry of kisses all over her face. you zing from her cheeks to her nose to her lips to her forehead and back around so fast it makes her dizzy. if you thought she was red before, she's somehow gone an even deeper shade of brick. now she's the one pulling her hat down over her head. "y/n!! cut it out, we're in public!" she hisses at you, but there's no real venom behind it. "sorry, i couldn't help it. you just looked too pretty to resist," you say, and start walking toward the city. even through the brim of her hat, nobara can see you walking away. before catching up, she's rooted in place wondering how on earth she got so lucky.

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zenin maki - "y/n, i look stupid. can i take this off?" you smile at her, only your head sticking out from your door. "nope!!," you gleefully respond. maki stands outside your room with an annoyed look and crossed arms, wearing the maid outfit you dropped off at her house this morning. you quickly close the door and speedily drag your socks up your thighs and tuck the matching headband into your hair. admiring yourself in the mirror one last time, you opened the door and shyly step out in your own maid outfit. "how do i look?," you say, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

maki.pdf has crashed. her eyes flick up and down your body, a slight blush forming on her pearlescent cheeks. you note her silence and flounce over to her. tucking your hands behind your back and rocking on your heels, you lean forward. "maaaaaaaaki," you languish in her name, dragging out the syllables. "cat got your tongue?" she snaps back to the real world, a coy smile on her lips. she moves swiftly, and before you know it she's pressed up against you with a hand on your lower back and the other hand tilting your chin up at her. "of course not, darling, but i wouldn't mind getting yours," she says, gently stroking her thumb over your lips. you momentarily flush, a pretty pink haze spreading over your face. you wiggle out of her hold and kiss the tip of her nose, before dashing down the hallway.

confused, maki watches as you return with...a broom. "c'mon! maids clean, don't they?" you say as you hand her the broom. maki bemusedly watches as you pull out a rag and a can of pledge. "y/n. you called me here, with a maid outfit, so we could clean your house?" she ask. "yep!". oh my. maki watches as you spray chemicals over the table, then polish it clean with the rag. fuck it, she starts sweeping your hallway. "am i even going to get anything out of this?", whining, she stops sweeping. you pause and smile. "of course maki. after all, i have to pay you for your services." maki smirks at you, resting her hands and head on top of the broom. "oh? and what would that be?" she says, raising her eyebrows. "anything you want." maki's smirk deepens, and she goes back to sweeping. "and if i want you?" you too go back to your cleaning. "well, in that case, i suppose you have to do a really good job of cleaning."

your house has never looked cleaner.

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inumaki toge - you dip your paintbrush into the water, swirling it around and making sure it was clean before dipping it into bubblegum-colored paint. inumaki sits on the other side of you, though part of him is obscured by his easel. you would have asked him to move a few hours ago, but luckily you were almost done painting him. the sun was starting to set, so the colors of the setting were changing a bit but you were sure inumaki wouldn't care too much if you took some artistic liberties. you added the pink streaks in the clouds, trying to fluff them up as much as possible and make them look sweet. you frowned as you went a bit too far, having to clean your paintbrush and then touch up the painting with white.

finally, a few more mistakes and fixes later, you think you're satisfied with your work. it was a portrait of inumaki, sitting on his artist's stool with the blue sky and green hill in the background. a few hours ago it would have been an almost perfect rendering of the scene, save for the fact that you decided to paint him without his trademark collar over his face. you happened to love the seal on his face and tongue, but his covering of it made him more insecure about it as time went on. as he got used to seeing his face without it, he wondered if it would just be better if he didn't have a seal on his face at all. now he barely pulls down his collar, only ever to shout out cursed speech commands. "toge can we see each others' paintings now?" you ask. "okaka!" he responds. you sigh and say, "okay, let me know when you're done." you continue to add a few more cursory details until you hear "takana!" from the other easel. you poke your head around, asking, "do you want me to go first?" inumaki nods, and gets up.

you hold your breath as he walks over to survey your work. you feel him stop behind you and just...stare. no tsunamayo, no sujiko, not even an okaka. "what do you think?" you ask. he says nothing, and just points to his painted mouth. you look at him and feel a little bit crushed; he doesn't look angry or anything, but rather a little deflated. "are you upset i painted the curse seal?" you ask him. he responds with a slightly desolate "okaka" and your chest clutches a little bit. you wanted to show him how pretty he was with the seal, but you supposed you would have to go a bit further. "toge can you come a little closer?" he complies and moves right next to you. you quickly jump off the stool and clasp his face in your hands. slowly, you pull down his collar, revealing the seal. you hold his gaze for a moment longer, and then gently press kisses along the surface of the curse. you make sure to touch every angle, feeling the heat of his skin rise each new time your lips touch the curse. you pull your head back and say, "i think the curse seal is pretty. the way it curves along your cheek is just gorgeous, it's such a rich shade of black, and it looks the best when i see you smile. but most of all, you make it look pretty. i like the curse seal because it's a part of you." inumaki softly smiles when he hears this, and just wraps you up into a hug. you two stay like that for a minute or two, interrupted only by "can i see your painting of me now?" "shake."

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nanami kento - you two are at home in the kitchen. normally you both take turns cooking and cleaning, but tonight you decided to make dinner together. nanami is cutting up vegetables for your curry, while you focus on cooking the chicken in the sauce. soft music plays while a delicious aroma fills the room. nanami finishes cutting up the vegetables, neatly zooshing them into the pan with the knife. you add coconut milk and spices, stirring as the sizzling gets loud, and then gently recedes into a soft bubbling. you watch the pan carefully as nanami shifts behind you, wrapping his arms around your front. his face rests on your shoulder as you both watch the pan bubble away.

he gently bites your ear, asking, "how was your day?". your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, sighing contently. "fine. i was a bit busy, but nothing out of the ordinary. how was yours?". nanami sighs, the air lusciously dancing around your ear. "mmmmmm...annoying. or, more aptly, gojou was." you laugh, imaging all the ways the he could have been a nuisance. "is that so?," you say. "yes, but i don't want to dwell on it. work is work, and i'd rather focus on my time outside of it," nanami says. "like focusing on you," he breathes into your ear. he gently spins you around so that you're facing him, and pulls you closer to his body. he wraps his arms around your back, and you wrap your arms around his neck. you two begin to softly dance to the music, not even moving from the spot you're currently in. it's not perfect dancing by any standards; in fact, you think you're off-beat. still, with nanami humming in your ear and such a comforting aura surrounding you, you don't really think it matters.

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gojou satoru - for once, you two aren't running around and acting crazy. instead, you've just woken up to rain pattering on the window and cloudy skies overhead. gojou is still asleep in bed, blindfold slipped over his face with his closed eyes revealed to the world. you smile, enjoying the sight. it's not often you two get time to just be together, with gojou being gone all the time, his students needing his attention, and your own life and responsibilities. you slip out of the room and into the kitchen, cutting up fruit and making coffee. you bring it back into the room, the smell waking up your drowsy boyfriend. crystalline eyes look up at you, filled with love and adoration. you sit on the bed as he sits up, passing him a plate and a mug.

"hey, i just had the craziest dream," he says, mouth full of raspberries. "oh? would you like to tell me about it?," you respond, sipping your coffee. gojou smirks at you. "well, normally i would say to never tell a bad dream before breakfast because that's the surest way to make it come true, but i don't believe in that, and anyways i could kick the dream curse's ass if it came to it. so, itadori is a woman, and sukuna keeps taking over to play with boobs, right?". he rambles on, and you think he's actually making some of this up on the fly, but it's entertaining and you don't want to interrupt him. he tells you the whole story, and by the end you've both finished your breakfast. you're still laughing at the part where inumaki is left at the alter by nobara chasing after maki, when he picks up your plate and mug and places it on the little table beside the bed.

"satoru, what are you-," you're interrupted as he swiftly pulls you into his lap, your back flush against his chest. confused, he hands you the book on the side table while he picks up a stack of reports. he opens them and starts reading, while you look at him in confusion. he apprehensively pauses and looks at you. "we don't get to have a lot of quiet time like this," he hesitantly explains, "so i thought we could just do something with each other, even if it's just reading. i have to read these reports and you wanted to finish that book anyway, so i thought we could start like this." he smiles down at you, and it's like he shoots warmth straight into your chest and fans it out to the tips of your fingers, toes, and eyelashes. you ghost his cheek with a kiss and burrow into his chest. "of course, 'toru. this is absolutely perfect." you feel his chest skip a beat through your skin, and try to hid your smile. you open your book while he resumes his reports, and bask in the comfort of shared love.

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Don’t Ignore Me!

Kenma, Kuroo, Tendou when their s/o ignores them to play video games.

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Tendou Satori x Reader

Hi Anon,, thank you for requesting this!! I hope it is good,, happy first request!! I kinda wanted to make this a lot smuttier but you know.... sometimes I want to add crack.

SMUTTY

WC- 1,960

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Kozume Kenma

First of all,, bold of us to assume that Kenma will give us the time of the day….

Plsss you all know he is streaming or on twitch or whatever the fuck gamers do

You really think Kenma is gonna be like “hey babe </333” NO, he has a village to create and villagers to befriend and a debt to pay off!!

Kenma probably goes through cycles where he is addicted to his games and then he starts missing you and becomes needy for your attention

Sweet angel boy will pout so hard if you ignore him for a video game,,, he’d be there standing in the door like…. Kisses? Spare coochie? 

Kenma would get annoyed very quickly if you ignore him, he will purposely become super clingy

Like he will cuddle into you, plop himself down on your lap and paw at your hands like a cat

He just wants your attention!!!

Kenma turns into a brat™,, like he will whine and pout but remain relatively quiet as you continue to play your game

The second you put it down or stop playing though,,, he will pounce on you~~

“(Y/N).” Kenma calls from the living room after putting his dead switch on the charger. He rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm before running his slender fingers through his dyed hair. Kenma slowly blinks as he looks around the small apartment for you, did you go somewhere?

Kenma walks into your shared bedroom and sees you perched up against the headboard with your laptop in your lap. His golden eyes widen slightly when he notices your bare legs, the only thing covering you is a pair of panties and his favorite hoodie, he swallows hard and quietly pads over to you. He crouches down beside the bed and places his chin on the mattress as he stares up at you pitifully. You don’t even glance at him.

“Kenma, I’m in the middle of fighting a raid, I’ll be done in like five minutes.” You mumble and continue to strain your eyes as you focus on the screen, your fingers are moving fast on the keyboard to move your character. Kenma doesn’t listen, instead, he crawls over you and cuddles up to your side. He rests his cheek on your shoulder and lazily throws an arm over your waist, his legs hook one of your own and he nearly moans at the feeling of your soft skin. “Kenma.”

You try to warn him, you can’t get distracted right now! Kenma ignores you once again and begins to rub circles into your hip with his thumb, he pushes his hips against your thigh and you tense when you feel the growing bulge grind into you. His long fingers toy with your panties and go between fingering the material and letting it snap against your skin.

“Kenma-“ You gasp as your character begins to lose a lot of health. Your boyfriend starts kissing along your neck, nipping at the skin, he smiles at the hoodie you have on. You always look so good in his clothes. The feeling of his legs woven between yours, the growing heat against your side, and his skillful fingers teasing you like this make it hard to focus. If you don’t stop soon, your character is surely going to die.

In a panic, you pause the game and save it before putting your computer on the floor. You try to calm yourself down but in a rage you turn to Kenma with furious eyes, pushing him back against the bed before straddling his hips.

“I don’t interrupt you when you play games so I hoped you would do the same with me.” Kenma swallows deeply and you begin to grind your clothed core along his aching cock. “Kenma, you need to be punished.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo is not going to take you ignoring him lightly, he will literally go insane

He will get so annoyed that a device has your attention and he doesn’t, he craves your attention so desperately

Please, if Kuroo sees you wearing panties…. He is going to go feral, it is like an instant boner

Your legs all out and on display for him~ leading up to his precious little oasis,,,, he wants to take a peak heheh

He is going to try and thirst trap you, walking around in only his boxers just to see if you stutter in your movements

Bruh when you don’t and instead yell at him to get away from the screen, his heart will break and his face will harden

Kuroo won’t hesitate to sit in-between your legs and start eating you out,,, you aren’t going to ignore him!!

Kuroo needs his attention!!!!

He is so busy and preoccupied with your legs that he doesn’t even notice that you are wearing his favorite hoodie,,,,, when he does notice….

Kuroo will fuck you into the couch, literally upside down,,,,,

“Tetsurou if you don’t get away from the fucking screen!” You snap at him, cursing as you nearly lose the car you were following. You have been playing gta for nearly four hours and your boyfriend has had enough, Kuroo wants to be the focus of your attention now.

His face hardens as he narrows his eyes at you, are you really that preoccupied with a game? Especially when he is standing in front of you, all bare just for your eyes. He knows you can see the tent in his boxers, the ache between his legs that he desperately needs you to relieve. Kuroo is done waiting for you, he knows you can focus on games for nearly ten hours straight. 

Your boyfriend walks over to you, his shoulders are rolled back and dominance emits off of him in waves. He doesn’t take his eyes away from yours as he lowers himself to the floor, Kuroo wastes no time in leaving soft kisses along your inner thighs. The touch is so gentle you can barely feel it but with the way your fingers are tightening around the controller, Kuroo can tell just how affected you are. He peaks his tongue out to lick a broad stripe of your skin up to the edge of your panties.

Your breath hitches and Kuroo has to refrain from reaching down and palming himself from the way your chest jolts. His hands hold your thighs open and he finally leans down to bring his mouth to your panties. Kuroo cheekily grabs the waistband between his teeth and pulls it back to let it snap against your skin before kissing your clit over the material.

“Don’t.” You threaten and Kuroo simply ignores you, instead he licks your slit over your panties. He smirks when he notices how damp your panties already are, now they’re completely ruined by his saliva and your essence. Kuroo innocently continues to lick lightly as he runs his eyes along your body, he stops completely when he notices the familiar clothing adorning your shoulders. Your boyfriend detaches himself from your core and stands up to his full height, he does not hesitate to take the remote from your hands and place it somewhere else. “Tetsurou-“

You growl angrily as you watch the way you lose the mission, being taunted by the ‘wasted’ screen. Kuroo pushes you down against the couch forcefully, catching you completely off guard, before settling over top of you.

“What’s this?” He pulls at the collar of the hoodie and your legs squeeze around his waist at the way he restricts your airflow. “This doesn’t belong to you, does it, baby girl?” Kuroo asks and you roll your eyes at his question, he pulls on the material tighter. “Acting like such a brat, daddy needs to teach you some manners.”

Tendou Satori

Ignore Tendou? Bold of you to assume you can ignore Tendou,, he simply won’t let you do it

Please, he will become the clingiest puppy every and trail everywhere after you

If Tendou finds you ignoring him for a game, he would become a pouting mess and would be so whiny as he begs for your attention

Now,,,, if he sees you in your panties and his favorite hoodie….. he will, without invitation, cuddle up against you and do everything to show you how happy he is~

“Oh, is this a little present for me?” Tendou would literally kiss the life out of you and have the dumbest smile on his face, he is so excited

And then you’re staring at him like…. What ,,,, he would pass out if you gave him the cold shoulder

How could his most precious angel, his sweet little love, ignore him so cruelly? He needs your affection now!!!

He would try cute little touches first to see if you’ll react but when that doesn’t work then he will bring out his ultimate plan

Tendou’s ultimate plan just includes kissing your neck and running his hands all over your body, basically anything he can do to make you flustered

You can’t ignore Tendou, you simply can’t ignore the bright ray of sunshine :’’’

“Ah, of course, I can come over Jumin!” You squeal and rollover on the bed, letting yourself bathe in the man’s deep voice. Tendou freezes inside the bathroom and glances at himself in the mirror trying to figure out who the hell you are talking to. Your boyfriend slowly dries himself off after his shower, trying to focus on more of what you are saying. He wants to hear the bastard you are talking to.

“I can’t wait for the future with you.” The low voice echos throughout the room and you screech, sitting up straight, your heart is beating so loudly in your chest at his words. Tendou feels his eye twitch, and in a fit of jealousy, he throws on some clean clothes before poking his head out of the bathroom. His red eyes zone in on where you are sitting on his bed, your thighs are pressed together with your hand over your racing heart and Tendou can’t even focus on the fact that you are in his favorite hoodie right now.

“Who are you talking to, (Y/N)?” He sings playfully but his voice comes out awfully tense and strained. You don’t even look up at him and instead wave him off with your hand before going back to your phone.

“Hush, I’m trying to hear him.” You mumble and curl up, bringing the phone close to your face.

“My love… Hearing your voice makes me desire the day I get to hold you in my arms and roll around the bed all day.” The track emits from your phone and you squeal loudly, tossing the device onto the bed before covering your blushing face with a pillow.

Tendou can only blink because he genuinely has no idea what is happening, he can’t even understand what the man is saying. He can’t control himself as he walks over to you, towering above you before pouncing. Tendou pins you to the bed, both of his hands are wrapped around your wrists with one of his long legs between your own. You try to push him off and whine for your phone but your boyfriend only tightens his grip.

“M-my phone,” You mumble weakly and Tendou swiftly captures your lips in a heated kiss. Your moans are muffled as he kisses you strongly, taking your bottom lip into his mouth and gently sucking before licking the plump area with his tongue. “Satori.” 

“He,” Tendou hovers his lips over yours and stares at you dangerously, motioning to your phone where the call with Jumin is just ending. “can listen.”

You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, you go to tell Tendou that it is just a game, but before you get the chance Tendou takes your lips as his own again. 

Maybe, you can tell him after~

~

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[kitawarheit]

Choke

Hey guys! I decided to post it here too~ Anything this is some Frank x Danny x female reader insert hella self indulgent smut~ Ngl, had someone ask me, "how far do you take your dirty talk?" aaaand here's the example I guess?? lmao Either way it was fun as hell! Enjoy! <3 Can also be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31056830

Tags include: dub-con (ish), verbal humiliation, dirty talk, name-calling, spitroasting, f/m/m threesome

The Fog had been a living hell, for sure. You dare say you were getting used to this “Entity” and its foul games. The pain didn't seem to feel as bad as when you first got here—or maybe that was just your mind knowing you wouldn't truly die? Your cruel resurrection was inevitable in this hellscape. But, you found solace in the small things. To start, you had the other survivors. The companionship was at least enough to keep you sane (for the most part) until you found a way out. But was there?

Trial after trial, your morale drained slowly—that is, until your curiosity was piqued. Some of these vicious killers were... well, human. For the most part, maybe. Take The Legion for example: although they switched off, they were all still four human punk-asses. Sure, being cat called while chased by Frank or having insults hurled at you while Julie choked you to death wasn't the most ideal thing... But it was a breath of fresh air. There were others, yes, but the most talkative or entertaining ones were primarily Frank and Danny—The Ghostface, as they called him.

Speaking of those two—back to the predicament at hand. How the fuck are two killers allowed to be in a trial at the same time!? It wasn't fair! Not only for obvious reasons but more personal ones... Sometimes, you wanted to punch Frank in his stupid face for his chastising, filthy mouth. But, that was only really because of how hot and bothered it actually made you. You knew back before this shit, you were really into dirty talk and stuff, but here? Now? Surely, The Entity knew and was doing this on purpose.

No, you were absolutely sure The Entity was doing this on purpose when you saw the second killer was Danny. He had a nasty mouth on him too—a bit more aggressive than Frank overall, but it still didn't help you not be affected by his “teasing”. But why? Sure, you enjoyed their talk, even if your brain tried to yell at you that they were there to murder you, not sweet talk you to bed. But did The Entity even give “graces” like this? No, no—it must be for the killers. After all, they were the ones that essentially gave power to this thing.

No matter why or for who, it didn't matter. You weren't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. You deserved a slice of pleasure too, right?

So, here you were, being dragged into the old ski resort lodge, two sets of hands moving over every inch of your body, making you squirm between them.

“Hey, hey,” Frank cooed in a smug tone as you were turned to face him. “Settle down, kitten, we haven't even started yet!”

“She can't help it,” Danny mocked behind you, grabbing your ass, which made you give a squeal of surprise. “She's gonna get double fucked! Any slut would be excited by that.”

“You're right,” Frank practically purred, sliding his hands under your shirt and making his way up to your chest. “I'm surprised she's not already trying to tear out of her clothes.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed weakly, trying to squirm from their grasps—but, the both of them proved to be too strong and they kept you firm in place. “Let me go...!”

“Oh, don't worry, kitten,” Frank said, lifting his mask to sit on the top of his head as he eyed you over. “You'll fuck me soon enough~”

You were too busy examining the details of a face you hadn't seen without the mask to notice Frank giving a nod at Danny. There was a chuckle behind you and, suddenly, Danny had his hands over your torso, ripping open your shirt and pulling the ruined garment off, letting it fall to the floor. Another squeal escaped you as you tried to cover your arms over your chest, face flushed. Of course, Danny wouldn't let you do that as he gripped your wrists and held you in place.

“Fuck, she's got some nice tits,” the man behind you mused.

“Hell yeah, she does,” Frank agreed, brandishing his knife. “Let's get a better look, though...”

Before you could make a protest, Frank's knife slipped under the front of your bra, harshly tugging upwards to tear it in half. Quick on the move, Danny let go of your wrists to let your arms hang low so that he could swiftly tug your destroyed bra off and down to the ground.

“D-Don't touch me,” you shrieked, only to have them do just the opposite. Danny's hand cupped one of your breasts, while Frank toyed with the other, causing your breath to hitch in your throat. You were trying so hard not to make noise, but the look on your face must have given you away.

“What a slut,” Frank laughed, making you jolt as he pinched your nipple. “Hmm? You like having killers play around with your tits?”

“Look at her face,” Danny cooed. “She totally does! Nasty bitch~”

Your mind was failing to think of words to says, insults to hurl, threats to make. But, it didn't matter, they were too strong for you and you had nothing to fend them off with. And if the heat pooling in your core had any say in the matter, you were likely going to break anyways. Sooner, rather than later, if they kept this up.

You tried to at least keep quiet—if you couldn't make threats, the least you could do was not make any moans. Your focus was brought back to the situation as Frank cupped your chin, forcing your head up to look at him. For the moment, he had let go of your breast and Danny took full advantage of that by cupping both in his hands, squeezing them.

“Fuck,” Danny grunted behind you. “I've gotta get my dick between these sometime...”

Frank seemed to be searching for something in your face as he looked you over, yet abandoned that endeavor rather quickly. He let go of your chin and scoffed, grabbing hold of your hips now.

“I bet you anything she's already fucking soaked,” Frank mocked, emphasizing his last word as he popped the button of your jeans. “Let's just check that... 'Kay, kitten?”

Frank slipped his palm over your stomach, making his way down as you squirmed in Danny's grasp. He slipped past your pants and toyed with the waistband of your panties briefly before finally slipping his hand down over your folds. There was no warning when Frank brought his head closer, dipping under your chin to bite harshly into your neck, at the same time he pushed two fingers into your pussy. You were already losing yourself, but there was no way you could hold back the moan that ripped past your throat at Frank's actions. You could practically feel his smirk against your neck...

“Ho~ly fuck,” Frank cooed as he released your neck, pulling his head back to look at you while he pulled his fingers out from your jeans, just to hold them in front of your face. Of course, Frank was right —you were already wet by now. “This bitch is a total whore! Look at how wet she is already!”

“Damn,” Danny laughed, pinching both of your nipples in an attempt to draw noise from you. “I guess we got lucky with this one, huh?”

You whimpered softly as Danny pinched again, squirming as you watched Frank make a show of licking his fingers clean. Your mind teetered on the edge between wrong and right, just a touch away from going over and begging for them. In some pathetic last attempt to escape, you tried to pull away again. Frank clicked his teeth and gripped your hips again to hold you in place, Danny giving a light grind into your ass. Fuck, you could already feel how hard he was.

“Please,” you spoke softly, trying not to look Frank in the eye. To this, he roughly grabbed your chin and forced you to look him in the eye, a smirk tugging his lips upwards.

“Please what, kitten,” he sneered, bringing his face even closer to yours. ...That was it. That was the tipping point and your brain tumbled down the wrong side. But, you didn't give a hot damn. You needed this... and you needed it now.

“Don't tease me,” you breathed out, flashing Frank a look—oh, did he know that look well. The look of letting go and giving in to carnal desire. It was show time.

“That's what we wanna hear,” Danny chuckled, his voice more clear now and you could only assume he took his mask off as well. “A slut in the end—can't resist having some cock in you, right? Even if it's from a killer?”

Frank gave a vicious grin from ear to ear, letting go of your chin to dip his head down against your neck.

“Good girl,” he purred, giving another firm bite before working on pushing your pants and panties down. This time, when he bit into you, you let out a soft whimper, wiggling your pants and panties down the rest of the way to help, then stepped out of them.

Behind you, Danny removed his gloves, letting his bare hands slide down your chest, savoring the warmth of your skin as he kept moving further down. Sure, he knew Frank was right—but he couldn't help to feel for himself as his fingers dipped between your damp folds, his fingertips gliding up and down some. Your breath had already started to become labored from his small actions alone, surely stroking his ego more than it was. You wanted to savor the moment, but Frank seemed a bit impatient.

“Lemme have her,” Frank spoke, a bit of a grumble behind his tone. “I got an idea~”

Frank seemed to enjoy simply tugging you along and keeping you out of the loop. Throwing you over his shoulder like he would to carry you to a hook, that instinctual fear almost began to rise. As Frank started to climb the stairs with you, Danny followed behind, looking just as impatient as the other man.

“Don't worry, baby girl,” Danny cooed, patting your cheek some. “You're not going on a hook. We got something better in mind for you!”

On the second floor, there were a few empty rooms with faded memories of what this place once was, long ago. In one of the rooms, there was a large mattress and pillows, cigarette butts littering the ground with the smell of smoke still rather fresh. This was probably Frank's sort of make shift bedroom, if you had to guess... You almost wanted to ask (why, you weren't sure), but the wind was briefly knocked from you as Frank threw your body on the mattress with ease.

“You're gonna love this, kitten,” Frank hummed as you coughed a bit. “All just for you! I know a little whore like you can probably take more... But we'll start here, okay?”

You weren't sure what he meant and you weren't given any time to dwell on it before he rolled you onto your stomach, just as Danny came around to sit on the mattress, close enough to your face that you could practically feel the warmth radiating from his body. Grabbing your hips, Frank lifted your bottom half up to meet his crotch as he let his erection rub against your ass through his jeans. With a chuckle, he shoved his hips forward, forcing your face into Danny's crotch, making you both groan.

“I know you're excited, kitten,” Frank sneered, giving a harsh slap across your ass. “So get to work! I'm sure my friend here would love to see how talented that slut mouth of yours is~”

Propping your torso up just a bit, you looked up at Danny as he began to unfasten his pants, pushing them down a few inches just to make it easier to take his aching erection out. You couldn't help but stare for a moment, impressed by his girth. Damn, were all the killers like this...? Taking your distraction as hesitation, Danny ran his fingers through your hair, gripping tightly as he tugged your head forward a bit.

“I'm not gonna wait all day, bitch,” Danny sneered, purposefully rubbing himself against your lips. You whined a bit at the tight grip he had on your hair before obeying—placing one hand on his thigh to steady yourself as the other gripped the base of his cock. You gave one long, broad lick along the underside of his cock, dragging your tongue up until you flicked it off of the tip. Frank rubbed the side of your ass he slapped earlier, as if silently giving praise at the little show.

“Ohh,” Danny groaned, flashing a smirk down at you. “I can already tell she's used that mouth well before. Think she's tried to use it to bargain for the hatch?”

“Probably,” Frank said with a laugh, giving your ass another slap, causing you to gasp out. “At least, I wouldn't put it past her.”

You could feel yourself throbbing, started to become impatient yourself. But you weren't going to beg—oh no, not yet. To keep yourself quiet, you took a few inches of Danny into your mouth, sucking lightly as if to savor him. Danny groaned and muttered small praises to you, so focused on him that you were deaf to the sound of Frank's zipper being pulled down behind you. When you felt his rubbing the tip of his cock against your slit, you gasped, but were unable to stop the soft moan you gave.

“Oh, you're gonna feel so good around my cock,” Frank cooed, rubbing a bit more incessantly. You started sucking harder around Danny's length, trying not to give in to the feeling of Frank rubbing against you. Trying was the key word, but your body acted first, trying to rub back against him for more friction. He gave a click of his tongue and used his free hand to keep your hips still.

“You want it, kitten,” Frank asked with a mocking tone. “You gotta beg for it~”

Danny yanked your head up and off his cock, making you wince as you glanced up at him. Seeing the smirk on Danny's face made your heart jump and you were all too sure that Frank had the same look on his face. Flushed, you chewed your bottom lip a bit, as if a bit embarrassed to say it out loud. Frank gave you an encouraging, yet hard, slap across your ass, making you squeal out and tremble a bit.

“P-Please,” you squeaked out, whining as you tried to press back against Frank. “Fuck me, Frank...! Please...!”

“You want my cock in you,” Frank chuckled, giving another smack to your ass. “Say it, bitch!”

“Y-Yes,” you moaned out. “I want your cock in me, Frank! Please!”

“What a total cock slut,” Danny laughed as he brought your face close to his cock again, making sure you had him in your mouth before releasing his hold on your hair. You felt Frank lining himself up, pushing just the tip in before gripping your hips with both hands. Without warning, he suddenly gave a single, sharp jerk of his hips, thrusting himself inside you to the hilt, causing you to lurch forward and deep throat Danny. You almost gagged on him from the sudden force, but Danny only groaned, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck,” Frank groaned, keeping still a moment. “She's tight, too... Damn, she feels good!”

Frank pulled you back some, letting you off of Danny's cock to catch your breath, watching you cough a bit from the surprise forced deep throat. Once you were mostly settled, Danny gripped your hair again to guide you back to his throbbing length, rubbing the back of your head encouragingly. Frank pulled out most of the way before speaking up again.

“That was your warning,” Frank taunted, rubbing his thumbs over your hips. “So you better get ready—'cause I'm not stopping until I've filled you up, got it?”

“Do anything you want to me, Frank,” you whined out, glancing over your shoulder at him as your mind clouded with lust. “Please use me...~”

“Damn,” Danny scoffed, turning your face to him again with an amused grin. “She's a compliant little cock sucker.”

“Ohhh,” Frank cooed, fingers digging into your hips. “You just sealed the deal there, babygirl~”

Listening to Frank, you knew this was your one second to attempt to brace yourself. Taking Danny back into your mouth, you pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, but let your jaw hang slack. If Frank's “warning” was anything to go by, you wouldn't need to be doing much head movement, anticipating his thrusts would be enough to do that for you.

And that it was. Frank showed no mercy, no easing you into it—no, he immediately started with a rough, somewhat quick pace as each thrust would push you back down onto Danny. You had let yourself go well before this point, so there was no trying to suppress your moans, loud and needy as they were. The small vibrations from your moans sent a shiver up Danny's back as he gripped your hair tight again, seeming to be holding back the urge to straight up fuck your mouth.

“Shit,” Danny hissed, leaning his head back some as he savored the feeling of your mouth. “It's gonna feel so good to cum down your throat!”

The anticipation and promise of his words excited you, more so than you thought as your inner walls clenched down around Frank, drawing a low moan from him.

“Easy, kitten,” he groaned, the bruising grip on your hips never letting up. “I know you're a fucking cumslut—nghh—but no need to rush it~”

Frank's pace started to deepen as he was back to burying himself all the way in with each forward snap of his hips. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as everything started to become overwhelming—the way Danny almost hit the back of your throat every time you were shoved forward, the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin from the force of Frank's hips, the pleasurable throb that came each time Frank's cock rammed against your cervix. You were a mewling, moaning (and if you could move, you'd probably also be writhing) mess between the two men.

You could already feel that familiar heat starting to coil down in you as you practically drooled onto Danny's cock, doing your best to rock your hips back against Frank. His grip was stead-fast, but he seemed to let up just a tad to enjoy you trying to fuck yourself back onto him. It earned you a groan from the man behind you, your wet walls throbbing around him in a pleasurable thrum. You were close, you knew it—but it seemed Frank knew this too.

“What a whore,” Frank groaned as he stilled his hips, swatting Danny's hand away so he could grip your hair instead, wrenching your head off of the other man so you could speak properly. Danny made a groan of protest, but allowed it as he was just as eager to hear your cries. “You wanna cum, bitch?”

“Yes, please,” you whined out, frustrated from being so close to your blissful high.

“Yes, what,” Frank sneered.

“I want to cum...! Please, let me cum!”

“And you wanna take our loads like the good little cumdump you are, right?”

“Yes! Fuck, yes, I-I want to be filled by you both...!”

“Atta girl~”

Frank promptly shoved you back down on Danny as he went back to his brutal pace, close to his own release. As you were shoved down and fucked hard, you finally snapped, your orgasm tearing through your body like a tidal wave. You moaned loud around Danny's length and your pussy clamped down and convulsed around Frank, both being the final push they needed to fill you. Frank bit his lip as he moaned behind you, burying himself all the way before cumming hard inside your willing cunt. Danny gave a few thrusts into your mouth, hand back in your hair, and held your head in place while he released in your mouth, groaning low.

“Swallow you fuckin' cumslut,” Danny growled, keeping a firm grip on the back of your head. You didn't need to be told twice as you swallowed a few times, making sure to take down every last drop. Satisfied, Danny pulled you off of him and released your hair from his grasp. Behind you, you could feel Frank pulling out, taking a moment to admire the view as his cum dripped from you, a few drops hitting the mattress below.

“Damn,” Frank hummed, giving one side of your ass an appreciative rub. “Now that is a good fuck!”

“Fuckin' right,” Danny concurred with a laugh before lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “Give us a sec and we'll get you ready for round two, babygirl. Don't think we're done with you yet~”

[whumpzone]

(masterpost) (this entry contains noncon references)

Pet passed the night slowly.

His dog bed was so high up, on the kind of soft thing that he knew humans slept on- and he would sometimes be disciplined on. The feeling of the springy bed underneath him took him right back to his punishments, his knees digging in and his ankles tied to the bedposts. Pet spent a lot of his nights wide awake, back there, being bruised and bent and battered again and again.

Maybe if he was good Master would decide he didn’t need this reminder. He knew what Master could do to him, whenever he liked. He’d rather be forced to sleep next to the whip than like this.

The blanket over him felt nice, though.

The sunlight in his eyes usually woke him up here, rather than the pull of an empty stomach, or a fresh wound crying out to be soothed. Pet would watch the sky through the ivy-clad window, with the delicate bronze-coloured panes that sometimes rattled in the wind. His training, that had been so useful, had made him so good, vibrated through his head like a train on a still night.

Master controls everything. He is everything. Master decides if I’m allowed to see, speak, eat. He decides what I see and when. Even breathing is a gift that Master can take away. I am nothing. I am his.

I am very, very lucky to get to see the sky every morning.

It was overcast this morning, and the days were gradually warming up. Master came down not long after Pet had dressed and got himself looking pretty and pliable.

“Morning, Col,” Master smiled softly. “Sleep well?”

Pet nodded. He was being good.

There was that word again. Col. Perhaps Master assumed if he repeated it enough, Pet would start to think of himself as Col too. That was how he got his current name, of course. If Pet counted as a name.

He had had another, once, he was pretty sure. He couldn’t remember it now. It gave him a headache to even try.

“Hmm. Me too. I’m actually going to be leaving the house in a second, though. I won’t be gone for too long… my cat has been on a little holiday, shall we say. I thought for your first few days here you didn’t need a silly furry creature clambering all over you. If you don’t mind her coming back, though, give me a little nod.”

Master looked at him, and Pet nodded once more. A cat was fine, wasn’t it? Cats were quiet and independent. Pet was a dog. An inferior, weird kind of dog. Pet was good and alert and had to gift of being able to follow orders. He wouldn’t be thrown out. Lots of people had multiple pets. Master would come back, wouldn’t he?

“I’ll be back very soon,” Master said, and the relief on Pet’s face must have been visible, because he followed it up with, “It’ll take half an hour, an hour at most.”

Pet still followed him all the way to the front door, hardly knowing why. The time alone wasn’t too bad- he cleaned and watched the sky a little more. Master’s house was tall, with books stacked almost as high as Pet’s head, and slippers discarded along the bare wooden floors. In the utility room Pet found the cat food and a little bowl, and set it out for her.

The front door opened again, and Pet flinched instinctively. Master coming home usually meant pain; it usually meant his owner had had a long and stressful day and his useless mutt was definitely going to piss him off. He tried to remind himself that this was his new Master, he could be different, but still- probably best not to risk it.

He quickly went to kneel in front of Master, keeping his eyes down and moving his face to Master’s shoes. Before he could kiss them, though, Master took a step back.

“Hey Col. You don’t have to do that here,” he said, and Pet froze, screwing up his eyes before the kick. Or was Master giving him a chance to learn? He didn’t sound angry. “Hey, come meet my cat. Come on.”

Master walked past him without hurting him at all, and Pet did as he was told, following him into the living room. Master sat on the sofa, and Pet knelt on the carpet, curling his fingers into it without even noticing. Master had a wide brown satchel balanced on his lap; Pet watched as he reached in… and brought out a small grey cat.

“This is Jaffa. She’s ever so sweet, Col, really.”

Pet nodded warily, his eyes fixed on Jaffa’s, which were bright orange and pointed in slightly different directions. She leapt down to the floor gracefully and padded over to Pet, giving his hand a sniff and a little lick with her rough tongue.

“Ahh, pretty kitty,” Master said affectionately. So, he did use pet names? Pet hadn’t been sure, what with his refusal to use any on him. But of course, he hadn’t earned them yet. Right?

-

Dusk crept along the floorboards, the colour of a healing bruise. Jaffa bumped her head against Master, then prodded him with her paw. Not shaking or whimpering. Not crying- could cats even cry? Oh, stop thinking, stupid Pet.

He watched as Master scooped his hand over her ears, scratching gently with his clipped black nails that Pet couldn’t take his eyes off. “Such a little sweetie,” he murmured.

It looked like it felt nice. Jaffa was slowly melting under her owner’s touch, becoming a grey purring cloud, her eyes seeing two corners of the room, and yet absolutely nothing at the same time. Maybe Pet needed to look more empty, like she did. She was cute.

He did worry a lot. He was probably frowning without even realising. And he didn’t purr- he’d never been trained to.

And he knew that he didn’t deserve to be called cute names, or petted gently. He didn’t and it was useless hoping for them. He still didn’t know what Master was keeping him around for, but with the arrival of Jaffa, he knew he wasn’t destined to be a cute lapdog. Pet couldn’t help the way his heart sank at the realisation. He also felt his skin start to prickle with nerves. What was he here for? And when would Master tell him?

Maybe the bed was a clue, as well as a warning. He pressed his palms further into the carpet, trying to calm down and keep himself in the present. There was nothing he could do, if that was the case, and that calmed him a little bit. At the end of the day, Master alone decided how Pet would be treated. He could behave, sure, and try to beg, but his life was not his own. It was this thought that finally allowed him to fall asleep that night, in the depths of the witching hour, the sky outside dotted with stars.

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Sharing Is Caring ~ LF, BC [M] [Request]

WORD COUNT: 2.8K

GENRE: Smut, Hybrid AU, Threesome,

PAIRING: Hybrid!Cat Felix x Hybrid!Cat Reader x Hybrid!Wolf Chan

WARNINGS: Sexually explicit, pet names, hybrid smut, oral M receiving and F receiving, unprotected sex.

A/N: I’m not an expert on writing threesomes or Hybrid AU’s but I hope this came out okay for you my lovely 🌆 anon

Chan's eyes followed you as you walked towards the kitchen of the dorms, he was so quiet that you had no idea he was even home. You thought you and Felix had the dorms to yourself while the boys all went away for their break. Chan was supposed to have gone to Changbin's but decided to stay back instead, something inside of him yarned to stay home and now he knew what it was. He'd have missed the perfect opportunity to watch you walked around the apartment practically naked, your long black fluffy tail behind you as you walked to get some water.

"Babe-" Felix stopped himself from talking when he saw Chan watching you, he'd known for a while that Chan had a small crush on you but he thought nothing of it. He'd been opposed to sharing you but Felix had, had a dream a couple of nights ago about all three of you together. It had turned him on so much he couldn't get back to sleep and woke you up just to fuck the dreams away but now that you were standing there in front of them both it almost made it feel like it was supposed to happen,

"Lix what- Oh! Chan! Sorry, I thought- I thought we were alone," You stammered ou,t putting the cup back into the sink as you tried to pull the shirt down, it wasn't like you were displaying anything but you were suddenly shy in front of the wolf hybrid.

"It's okay I was enjoying the view actually," Your ears turned as you got shy in front of him you casually walked over to Felix not wanting Chan's words to affect you too much. There was no denying that he was incredibly handsome and sweet and you had thought about him once or twice, but you were loyal to Felix.

"What's the matter kitten? Did Chan's words make you feel good?" Felix's hand ran down your spine until he came into contact with your ass giving it a squeeze as you let out a yelp of surprise.

"W-What are you doing?" You whimpered as you looked at Felix, he reached out to run his hand through your hair he'd always loved how soft it was, matched the feel of your tail perfectly.

"Well I've always wondered what it would be like to share you and I know Chan's been thinking of that too," Your eyes widened as you looked at Chan, he was sitting back in the chair closing his laptop. He wasn't going to lie, he found you extremely attractive and there had been more than one occasion when he'd heard you and Lix and imagined what it would be like if he was involved somehow.

"Share me? How?" Your thighs squeezed together as you got excited at the thought the action didn't go unmissed by Chan who smirked at Felix,  

"I think she likes this Felix, I can already smell her arousal just dripping from her," Within seconds they were by your side and your back was against the wall, your head spinning to look at both of them as they inched closer. Their breaths on each side of your neck until they finally laid gentle kisses on the exposed skin,

"What do you say, Kitten? Do you want to play?" Felix questioned softly biting down on your ear as he whispered into it, your head began to frantically nod before you even had a chance to think it through. All you knew was that you wanted both of them, touching you, kissing you or the other way around. You just wanted them.

"Nice and easy kitten, we won't do anything you're not comfortable with." Chan took onto the nickname Felix had for you really well.

"Strip," You licked your lips as the demand came from Felix who was normally quite reserved when it came to the bedroom but tonight something came over him.

"O-okay, but you too." You stuttered out looking down at your outfit, you didn't have much to strip out of except for the black lace panties and the shirt you'd stolen from Felix. Chan smirked at you,

"Alright Kitten," He slowly began to pull the black hoodie up from his stomach revealing his abs that you'd seen at a glance before but that were now on full display for you to view.

"You have a little droll baby," Felix grumbled trying not to get jealous since this was his idea in the first place, you felt heat rush through your body as you began to slowly lift the baggy shirt from your body letting it drop to the floor.

As you went to reach for your panties the boys stopped you, Felix turned you around to slap and grab onto your ass. It was one of his favourite things about you,

"So sexy," You whimpered as he squeezed a little harder and then Chan's hand came into contact with your other ass cheek, slapping and grabbing onto the skin roughly chuckling as you let out a whine.

"So cute when she whines like this Felix, I don't know how you keep in control of yourself," He whispered kissing down your neck as you rolled your head back to look at Felix who was licking his lips at the sight of you,

"I don't know how I do either Channie," You shakily ran your hand down their bare stomachs before you began palming them through the shorts they were wearing, both of them rock hard making your mouth water at the thought of them. You sank down onto the floor turning to face their crotches and looked up at them.

"Does baby want a taste?" You nodded silently taking your hands up to the button of Felix's shorts, you began to unbutton them while Chan watched eagerly waiting to see what you could do.

"I-I want you both," You whispered palming Felix through his boxers with one hand while your other fumbled with the button to Chan's shorts, he smirked helping you out.

They both stripped out of their boxers leaving you to kneel in front of them, your core growing wetter from the sight of both of their members in front of you. You reached out to stroke Chan while you took Felix into your mouth, you wanted to work your way up to Chan since he was a little larger than Felix, not in length but in girth. Your eyes locked with Felix as you began to slowly swirl your tongue around his tip. Licking slowly along his slit to suck up his precum while you pumped Chan in your hand, occasionally switching eye contact with them both as you sucked Felix off.

"F-Feels so warm kitten," At the nickname, you began to take more of him into your mouth taking him until he hit the back of your throat and then you slowly began to bob your head up and down making sure you took him all the way to the back of your throat so he could feel it.

"Shit Y/n," He moaned out rolling his head back and bucking his hips so he could hit you in the back of the throat again. You hummed around him to create some vibrations around his cock and he grunted, you pulled off swirling your tongue around his tip before switching over to Chan. There was a string of drool dripping down your chin which made Chan moan at the sight off. Your hand was on Felix continuing to pump him while you spat onto Chan's cock, pumping him slowly as you placed your lips around his tip. Licking the tip and swirling your tongue around it before sucking softly making him whine out.

"D-Don't tease me, angel," Chan growled looking down at you as you smirked around him licking from base to tip before you finally took him into your mouth repeating the same thing you had done to Felix while holding eye contact with him. Chan's hands worked their way into your hair forcing you down further onto him not wanting you to stop. You felt so much better than he'd ever been able to imagine,

"H-Holy fuck," He groaned as you held onto his thigh taking him further into your mouth, his cock filling your throat. As soon as he twitched you pulled off and smiled up at both of them.

"Bed," Felix ordered making you get up on your feet and go over to the double bed in Chan's room, Chan pushed you to lay down and then dragged you to the edge of the bed.

"Panties are still in the way," Felix hissed ripping the black underwear from your body promising to buy you another pair sometime.

"Look how wet you are for us," Chan cooed running his index finger through your folds as you spread your legs for them, not wanting to shy them away. You were needy for them to finally touch you,

"So eager to spread your legs," Felix chuckled sinking to the spot in front of you on the floor as he began to attached his lips around your clit making you moan out.

"L-Lix," You breathed out as you finally felt some friction you'd been dying for since they first mentioned this in the kitchen,

"I want a taste too, Felix? Do you mind?" Felix moved his lips away from your clit and he began to pump two fingers in and out of you.

"Lix-" Your moan of Felix's name was cut off as Chan's lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking and licking on your clit as Felix pumped his fingers in and out of you hitting the right spot. Your legs shook as he continued to thrust his fingers knuckles deep inside of you,

"Taste so fucking good, kitten," Chan mumbled against your clit, the vibrations from his voice making you shake as you looked down at him. Your hands shakily reached out to take his hair into your hands, pushing him closer to your clit trying to reach your orgasm faster.

"Chan! Felix!" You cried out feeling yourself draw closer with every pump of Felix's fingers and lick of Chan's tongue, it was like a thirsty puppy getting a drink of water for the first time.

"G-Gonna-" You couldn't even finish the words as your hips bucked up against Chan's tongue and Felix's fingers continued to get faster.

"Fuck! I'm cum-" You were cut off as you let out an intense moan of their names, Felix's tongue replaced his fingers as he continued to eat you out.

"F-Fuck," You whimpered as you came down from your high, Felix pulled away from you wiping his lips and smirking.

"You alright, kitten?" Felix questioned when he saw your legs shaking a little,

"I'm okay," You panted sitting up on the bed and looking at them, you had no idea how this was going to work and they could tell how nervous you were about it now.

"On all fours angel," You followed Felix's words and turned over so your ass was in the air for them,

"I'll let Chan-Hyung fuck you this once, and only once." He said in a warning tone but you knew the warning wasn't for you, you whined as Chan's fingers began to run along your folds.

"Still soaking wet for us angel?" You nodded weakly looking at Felix as he came around to the front of you, his cock still just as hard as before,

"W-Want you both to finish in my mouth," You wanted to tell them before you got so stuffed full of cock you wouldn't be able to talk.

"Fuck you smell amazing," Chan groaned running his cock along the entrance of your core making you whimper and look back at him.

"Want your cock, please." You begged him looking into his eyes as he slowly eased into you stretching you out as you moaned out his name.

"O-Oh shit," He moaned out slowly started to push in and out of you so he could ease it into you, you whimpered each time he reached your hilt. You could feel yourself stretching around his length,

"I feel a little left out here, kitten," Felix mumbled tapping your bottom lip with the head of his cock, you giggled spitting onto it and licking the lip. With every slowly thrust you slowly took Felix into your mouth, mimicking the way Chan would move on you.

"F-Faster Hyung, she's copying you." Felix hissed looking at you as he put his hands into your hair holding onto it tightly so he could have more control on you.

"Oh is baby being a copy cat?" Chan asked cockily as he began to snap in and out of you causing you to moan around Felix's length.

"Fuck!" Felix moaned out as you vibrated around him, pulling off to suck on the tip, swirling your tongue while you pumped the rest of him.

"Chan- Chan," You stuttered out as he continued to thrust in and out of you, grunting as he held onto your hips pulling you back roughly as he slammed in and out of you. A whimper left your mouth as you took Felix back into your mouth, sucking him just as quickly as Chan was fucking you.

"You're so fucking tight! I've heard you fucking almost five times a day, how are you so fucking tight?!" He moaned out as he continued to push in and out of you, grinding down into you as you tried to keep your focus on Felix.

"Y/n," Felix breathed out as you continued to bob your head around him, massaging his balls as you stared up at him through your eyelashes.

"Look at you giving me that innocent look, you love being fucked by Chan huh?" You nodded around him and he smirked, holding onto your head as he began to thrust into the back of your throat fucking your face while Chan fucked your cunt.

"F-Fuck!" You moaned as Felix pulled out of you for a second only to fill your mouth back up the next second,

"She's getting close, I can feel her clenching and pulsating around my cock, fuck." Chan groaned looking down at you as you continued to suck on Felix's cock.

"You wanna cum?" Felix questioned pulling out of you continuing to pump himself so you could answer,

"P-Please, I'm close." You hungrily took Felix back into your mouth and Chan's thrusts continued, reaching his hand down between your legs to rub circles on your clit sending you over the edge.

"Cum for us," He growled, you whimpered taking Felix from your mouth as you moaned out their names,

"Tell us how good you feel," Felix chuckled watching as you got close to your orgasm,

"F-Fuck I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" You cried out so loud, your orgasm ripped through your body as Chan continued fucking you through your orgasm. Pulling out of you when he felt your body relax.

"On the floor," You slid off the bed in and instantly knelt in front of Chan while Felix made his way over to you. You took them both into your hands and began pumping them, switching between the two with your tongue.

"Cum for me," You whimpered looking between them as they looked down at you,

"Ugh fuck," Felix grumbled holding onto one side of your head while Chan held onto the other one, cumming onto your tongue as you held your mouth open for them, swallowing everything you could.

"Mmm," You hummed reaching your hand up to your face to remove some of their cum from it and suck your fingers clean. The boys were panting heavily as they watched you do so both of them moaning,

"C-Can I have a tissue?" You giggled as they both scrambled to find some in Chan's room before coming back over to you and helping you clean up your face.

You were laid between them in the double bed, both of them with one arm over your stomach as you laid there happily.

"There's one thing I know for sure," Felix whispered as he saw you getting sleepy,

"Hmm?" You hummed not having the energy to give him real words just yet,

"What's that?" Chan hummed wanting to know what Felix was thinking,

"I don't want that to be the last time we do something like that," You giggled kissing him softly,

"M-Me neither," Both of you looked to Chan to see what he was thinking and he had a giant smile across his face,

"Then it won't be," He whispered leaning down to kiss both you and Felix on the forehead before telling you both to get to sleep for the night and for the first time in a while he thought he just sleep great for the first time in a while.

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