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nisuna · 5 months ago

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I'm baaackk ha ha ㅠㅠ I just got really inspired soo...here we go!

my first multi-jjk men-mega-drabble huhuhu

I didn't include their names specifically in each drabble in case you want to think of someone else maybe :^) these are just some of my headcannons!

puuuuhh I usually write all of my stuff in one sitting, but I actually wrote this over the span of a few days the brain juices were flowing I really got into it, they turned out way longer than I anticipated, but anyway without further ado hope you enjoy

-characters aged up as needed we know the drill-

TW: dacryphilia, degradation, name calling/pet names, bitch, slut, good girl, honey, sweetheart, babe, baby, blowjob, a smidge of angst, comfort, impact play, oral m&f receiving, doggy, mating press, multiple positions, riding, missionary, choking, safe words, overstimulation, lmk if I forgot anything!!

♡featuring: toji, geto, gojo, choso, nanami, yuji, megumi♡

♡masterlist♡

----------------strictly 18+; MDNI------------------

JJk Men making you cry during Sex

fushiguro toji

"Dumb bitch, can't even suck my cock right.", he scoffed and pulled your hair even tighter.

Endure it. Whats up with you today you're usually so into this, but today his words were hitting too close to home. You could feel tears gather and saliva drip onto your sore thighs.

"Damn are you crying? Are you serious?", he laughed. "Does sucking my cock get you off so much? Here take this."

He pulls your face flush against his stomach, with too much force making you gag and shut your eyes.

You tapped his thighs three times ending it with a scratch, your safe word.

"Oh fuck I-"

He cussed before you let out a deep sob covering your face with your shaking hands. You felt so embarassed, runny nose and saliva dripping down your chin.

"Shit, come here." he reached out to you, but you pulled away as soon as his fingers grazed your shoulders. your throat was burning, voice hoarse while you continued crying.

"Y/N."

Hearing your name snapped you out of your distraught state, finally looking at him. He was sitting across from you, one arm spread out while the other was patting his lap signalling for you to come and sit on it. You took a few deep breaths, wiping your face and finally allowing yourself to fall in his embrace.

"Was that too much?"

"I've just been really stressed lately, I thought this would take my mind off of things but i guess I made it worse.", you sighed.

You distracted yourself with playing with his rough palm and thick finders while he continued.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I dunno...", you trailed off when he interlocked your fingers

"Hey, look at me.", he pulled your chin up. "I know I'm usually pretty mean and strict, but I'm not a monster, you know. You can tell me stuff like that. I don't mind vanilla once in a while.", he smirked down at you

"Pft!", was what left your mouth before you elbowed him. "That's good to know. I just didn't want to look weak and sensitive in front of you..."

"That's nothing new you know? I know that in comparison to me you're way- OW"

"Alright, alright mister that's enough. You've cheered me up, don't push it.", you grimaced while pulling his cheeks.

"Yesh, ma'am.", he grinned,bringing his hand to his forehead in a salute.

You let out a sigh. "Just shut up and hold me a bit more.... ", you said while nuzzling your face in his neck

He didn't say another word and just kissed the top of your head, wrapping his strong arms around you.

You got to see a new side to your boyfriend today and it wasn't half bad. You could get used to this soft and caring persona of his.

geto suguru

He's been going at it for what feels like hours. He has eaten you out in every position imaginable. From face sitting to eating you out fron the back he's done it all today. But right now he had you spread out on the bed with your legs draped over his broad shoulders. The way his eyes were eating you up, had you constantly squirm away. The hand that was splayed over your tummy kept you in place, however. Between thrusting his fingers he kept littering your sensitive thighs with bites and sucks.

You were huffing his name, hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. You looked incredibly attractive to him, the way you were offering your whole body to him. He was getting off to that as much as you were getting off on his tongue and fingers.

Each orgasm that washed over you felt more intense than the previous one. As you were nearing the nth one this night you began smooshing your cunt into his face more aggressively and pulling his hair making him groan. Your squishy thighs felt heavenly around his head and he thought that getting smothered to death would be a fine way to go.

You were starting to sob, tears collecting at your cheeks, making him look up at you. When he was about to pull away and ask if you were okay you pulled him back against you.

"I said don't stop fuuuck!", you whined.

Eyes teary lips bitten swollen, you looked so messy and he knew that making you cry was his new kink. So he just smirked, licked his lips and finger fucked you through another orgasm.

"Fuck fuck fuck!!", your eyes shot open.

When he pulled away he grinned with his tongue sticking out. "Don't worry, we'll he here all night, sweetheart. Cum as much as you want.", he whispered biting along your thigh and kissing your ankle.

gojo satoru

When you first suggested role play he was oddly enthusiastic about it. He became hesitant when you mentioned spanking.

"Wait, babe, are you sure about that?"

"I can take it, you're not that strong.", you rolled your eyes. "And be as nasty and mean as you can. You can do that for me right, big boy?"

"Don't come crying to me later, missy."

The start was good you were taking your punishment well. He was pounding away from behind, pulling your hair in between mean spanks to your reddening cheeks. You were challenging him between every thrust and spank. He was getting ded up with you but tried to stay composed.

"That's all you got?", you mocked. Now he's had it, So he started hitting your thighs and going inwards.

"Wait hold on what are you-? Ah-", you yelped shortly after earning yourself a mean slap to your pussy for all the mockery.

"What's up princess? All that big talk just to look this pathetic.", his words were getting to you way more than you had expected.

"We din't talk about this, asshole ow-", you tried to stay strong.

"Just shut up and take it."

Those words broke the dam and your tears came spilling from your eyes and onto the pillows beneath you. At first he didn't realise those were bad tears as he teased you, "You cryin? C'mon big girls dont cry,? he thought it was part of your role play so he landed another harsh slap on your ass cheek, it stung and you lost it.

"STOP fuck no more...please. I get it. I give up."

"Babe are you alright? Shit. Hey, hey, c'mere.", he turned you around, holding you up by the waist.

As he was wiping away your tears he spoke, "Now that we know you can't handle much. How about a safe word for the future? Maybe purple, hm?"

You didn't like his tone so you pulled his ear

"Aaahhh purple purple", he giggled.

"No, it'll lose meaning if you just say it like that. And just so you know, I'm not weak, you're just way too strong.", you shot him a glare.

"Sorry sorry.", he put his arms up in defeat. After a few soft kisses and hugs he spoke up again.

"Have you calmed down? Wanna go again?", he dared to ask wiggling his eyebrows, which only earned him a slap across his chest

"PURPLE!" he panicked.

"SHUT UP!!!"

choso kamo

From the first time he got to hug you he became painfully aware of the obvious size difference between the two of you. And since then he became deathly afraid of accidentally hurting you. He always tried to controll his strength around you, especially during sex when he bends you however he pleases and pushed you into positions you didn't know you could assume.

He was a gentle giant, however, so imagine his shock when you suggested that he should hurt you on purpose. You know, be a little mean play rough.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Pleeaasee, I know you're always holding back I wanna know how strong you really are.", you purred, sliding a finger across his clothed chest.

"I can't be mean to you.", he dead panned.

"Why not? You're mean to people all the time.", you blinked up at him.

Well, I actually care about you.", he thought to himself but soon gave in to your begging.

Fine, I'll try. But tell me if it gets too much.

"Yaay!! Thanks.", you stood on your tippie toes to peck his cheek.

That's how you found yourself riding him like there was no tomorrow. His cock was hitting you so deliciously deep you were starting to lose your mind. The slaps you asked to give you across your face were lighter than you'd like but beggars can't be choosers. And when he first spanked you, you could feel tears sting your eyes.

He took notice and slowed down his pace.

"Nooo mmh I like it, please, you shook your head, desperately rolling your hips into him.

"Baby look at me? You're crying!! Does it hurt, let's stop, c'mon."

"No not at all, i love it...it feel so ah good. I can feel you all the way up here. Mmh don't stop.", you mewled while pulling his hand to press against your tummy.

Fuck the sight of your pink cheeks and teary eyes did turn him on. It was making him crazy actually.

"Fuck, you have to take responsibility for being so fucking hot.", he growled and you received your long awaited hard spanks.

"Yes, hit me some more, please<3", he swore he saw hearts in your eyes. "Be mean, call me names."

"You slut...", he tried and that had your toes curl and eyes roll back

"Yeah, I'm your fucking slut, just for you. Give it to me more.", you pulled his hand to your mouth to suck on his thick fingers. After placing them on your tits he gave tem a few pinches before grabbing handfulls of your ass. Meanwhile you pressed your chest against his face, essentially drowning him in your swollen tits. You swore you came one step closer to heaven with each thrust against your cervix.

nanami kento

You were currently folded in half with your husband thrusting away at your cunt. You two were practically sticking to each other at this point. He lifted your hips up, putting your feet on his shoulders and holding your legs in place with a strong arm. The new angle made you see stars. After a few thrusts he brought his thick fingers to your swollen clit. The speed of his hips was brutal and the circles he was rubbing with his fingers felt almost painful.

"Wait if you keep that up I'm gonna- oh fuck", you gasped eyes blown wide open.

"Well, that's the whole point honey.", he mused kissing your ankle.

As he continued his ministrations you came with a loud sob, shaking when he kept playing with your clit.

"Shit, no more pleaseee", you tried grabbing his hand, tears collecting at the corners of your eyes.

He only stopped when he saw you cover your face with shaky hands. That was when he finally set your legs down and kissed your hands

"Hey, don't hide. Look at me."

"N-no, I don't want you to see me in such a pathetic state", you cried and tried to squirm away from his burning gaze.

You heard a low chuckle rumble through his chest before he grabbed your hands with one of his, pinning them above your head. He leaned down and caught your lips in a hungry kiss.

"How could you ever look pathetic to me. Do you understand how perfect you look beneath me, hm?" I know that you want to go again.", he mused kissing away your tears abd letting go of your hands.

You gave him a weak nod, slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

"Don't worry. This time I'll make you feel even better.", he whispered against your neck before starting to roll his hips into you once more.

itadori yuji

Earlier he was boasting to you that he has been researching how to choke someone the right way. And at first it felt just right, but once he got more and more into snapping his hips into you, low groans leaving his lips, his grip changed. Instead of light pressure that was making your head spin just right, he was almost completely cutting off your airway now.

You tried to adjust in his grip in between high pitched moans and mewls leaving your mouth at how he bullied himself inside you. But to no avail, he just added a second hand. Once you were getting dizzy you tried to mutter your safe word.

"Pine-"

"Pain? You like that, huh? Wow baby I don't now you were such a masochist."

He squeezed you even harder. Your eyes shot open, tears spilling out as you clawed at this firm hand around your neck. You could barely talk.

"PINEAPPLE!", you finally managed to shriek.

His hips immediately came to a halt, pulling out and detaching his huge palms from your neck. he could clearly see the red fingerprints he left behind

"Baby! My god, I'm so sorry are you okay-?"

A loud cough left your mouth, shutting him up. You took a few deep breaths, panic written all over your face and you tried to smooth over the sore area. At first you didn't even notice the tears that kept falling from your eyes, you were to focused to catch your breath again.

He was shocked and so disappointed in himself. He actually hurt you even after all his research.

When you continued to rub your neck, small "ows" left your mouth and that snapped him out of it. He laid down and reached his arms out. you immediately fell into his embrace.

"Sh sh its okay you're safe I'm so sorry", he reassured while gently stroking your hair. You were still shaking but your breathing soon evened out. Your ear was pressed against his chest and you could hear his heart hammering like crazy. A stark contrast to his composed, soothing voice. Must've been shocking to him as well, you thought to yourself before speaking up.

"Yes I'm fine, thank you.", you looked up and pecked his lips.

"Let's never do this again.", he mumbled while squeezing you flush against him.

"No, I did like it at first. You just have to be more careful next time. And please just stick to one hand. One is plenty, you're too strong for your own good.", you chuckled while rubbing your nose against his.

He just hummed and kissed your forehead.

"C'mon, let's get you cleaned up.", he said while sitting up pulling you with him. Before he stood up he grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles with a soft smile on his face.

fushiguro megumi

You've been dating for a few months now, but the furthest you have gone was a few gentle pecks and light groping. Each time you wanted to take things further, he found an excuse. Until the day came that he invited you over to his.

You were sat on his lap on his bed across while he licked at lour neck and groped your tits. His cock was hitting your cervix with every squirm of your hips. He told you to stay still but it was growing increasingly difficult with each teasing motion.

It was when he moved one of his hands from your breast down to between your legs, that you felt tears swell up.

"What's wrong? You don't like it?"

"No, I love it. It's just I've liked you so much for such a long time. I'm just so happy right now, so don't mind me.", you mumbled, squeezing your eyes together.

"You're so wet for me baby. Do my fingers feel that good hm? Just look at yourself in the mirror."

"Mmh noo it's embarassing", you whined as his fingers sped up.

"Do it for me. Now."

How could you say no to him, when he spoke with that tone and with how his fingers were working wonders. So you reluctantly opened your eyes and saw him staring right back at you.

"Atta girl.", and with those words he began rocking you up and down on his lap. You were so loud and expressive, he loved every second of it.

"Good girl, tell me, who's fucking you so good right now?

"Mmhh, you do. Ah, so good, please don't stop."

Instead of speeding up he pushed your hips down keeping you in place and making you sob. "Beg some more", he huffed while he licked up your neck and dug his teeth into your shoulder.

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Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed, I'd love to hear your thoughts!!<3 Hmu if you have any suggestions for future fics 🙆🏻‍♀️ much love as always MWAH♡

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azulsluver · 2 years ago

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hiya!!

saw reqs are open... may I request the housewardens with a reader who's comatose, then waking up, and the first thing they say is their name? jdlk I hope that's clear lol.

ty for considering!!

tw: yandere, implied imprisonment, hinted poisoning in Kalim's and Vil's part, use of UM in Malleus.

This was fun to experiment different types of [Name] personality and all.

Riddle

At first he was in denial, the book he was reading discarded on the floor. His fists clench the sheets beside you, capturing the moment your body stirred awake. With his hand placed to cup your cheek, your lips perfectly cared for parted to let out a mumble. He can feel his ears burning up in embarrassment, was he the first thing you thought of? Riddle calls out for you as you did for him, ushering you to open your eyes.

"Riddle?" Your voice is meek, he could barely hear you but it was enough.

"I'm right here, love." His sweet voice rings through your ear, your little gasps nurturing his worried soul.

Tears embedded the edge of your eyes, tugging and blabbering once you see him. All smiles and love, hands grabbing the side of your face to cease your struggles. With a weak body, your wrists felt numb with each pull, a sob wracking your chest as he laid your head on his.

Leona

Sleeping beside you. He was idly snoozing beside your still body, an arm around your shoulder as his head laid on your shoulder. The stillness of it all was interrupted, his body went tense in alert to the sudden movement that disrupted his sleep. His brain had to process your facial features creasing, every inch to your brows furrowing and eyelids fluttering.

"Leona...get off.." He almost busted out laughing, his lips reaching to his eyes as he contains a tearful relief.

Without thinking, Leona brought your body closer to his, you might think he was trying to mold himself within you. "You slept longer than I would."

With a sore throat you managed to scoff, glaring at the man who selfishly handled you with a sense of fear that you'd go back to sleep once again.

"I wish.."

Azul

Maybe he should have gotten you a lighter dose. You've been yapping nonstop lately it was driving him nuts. Azul thought he can handle a day with you not talking, you refused to sleep at some point so he took care of that. But it's starting to worry him the longer you slept, for days turned into weeks.

"Azul!" His fingers stopped moving, tense as he turns his chair around to face the bed. Hollowed, yet you sounded desperate. You called for him?

"Don't fret, I'm here." His tone is soft, getting up to soothe your frazzled mind. You can still taste the bitter potion on your tongue.

Azul can't stop the smile that stretches as he buries his face to your head, you seem to be more dependent on him. How hasn't he used this tactic sooner? He enjoys the way your trembling fingers grip at him, he won't be leaving any soon.

Kalim

Kalim lounges in the room you were settled in. Silk covers half of your body, rows of pillows supporting your weight so that way it was comfortable. The night was young, Kalim is idly sipping on sparkled wine, ever since your absence of life it got lonely. The sweet liquid would run down his throat, he's finding himself to drink more often than he should when hosting events.

"Kalim." It startled him, dropping the glass as it shatters. His eyes nearly widen at your serious expression.

"[Name]!" Yelling your name loudly, you slightly squint at his lightened face. His smile so wide as he runs to you with open arms, your half-awake body not responding as he smothers you.

"It was my fault! I should have had a taster try all the drinks, luckily you're alright.... Just.." He trails off, his breath wavering on the skin of your neck. Causing a near sneer and shiver erupt from you.

"Don't do it again, alright?"

Vil

He let the stories get the best of him. Vil finds himself leaning over your lifeless figure, brushing your bottom lip as he places a kiss in hope you'll awake. A silly yet comforting gesture, he'd rather die than be caught in the act. But something about it felt right. Shouldn't a true loves kiss awaken you? Such fairy tales he grew to love, fantasize that one day you'll wake up.

He came back late at night once again, closing the door behind him as he stood dead in his tracks. You're sprawled on the floor, clutching to the tiles and the blindfold neatly wrapped around your head.

"Vil? Where are you?" It irked him, the same tone when he shoved your medicine down your throat in a fit of rage, scared. The clicks of his heels made you jump now that you're gaining more consciousness.

Vil admitted it was wrong of him to act on his feelings, but he'll have to start all over again to gain your trust. He'll take the advantage of your fragile state so that way you'll learn to not set him off.

Idia

It's gotten worse, the bags under his eyes says it all. Even when Idia is reassured that you are well it was the longing to have you emotionally there tearing him apart. It messes with him every night as he stares at your sleeping figure. You're breathing well, but you won't respond to his rambles and chattering. He'd rather have you to tell him to shut up. Yell at him or anything, is you sleeping better than being with him!?

A pained groan made him scream and drop his console. Idia snaps his head to your moving limbs, hands rubbing at your face tiredly.

"Idia...my head fucking hurts." He trips over himself to be near you, calling Ortho while he's at it. Idia's sobbing as he holds you close, causing more of a headache for you as you numbly look at your robotic arms.

The procedure went well after all.

Malleus

He would've waited weeks, months and years for your return to reality. Every day and night he would come to visit you, care for your well being and make sure you slept nicely. Malleus, with you not responding, has his love for you grow day by day, not once did he felt the burden of loving someone till it wilts. It helps him express better, that once you've awaken you'll see he was the one standing by your side.

"Malleus." Was the first name you muttered, eyelashes blinding you from seeing the fae prince whose orbs shine brightly in the night.

He shushes you, a hand on your cheek as you blink the blurriness away. Fat tears roll down the warmth of your cheeks, teeth clenching as you embrace him. Malleus can only smile as you apologize to never disobey him again, promising better. You can't stand another slumber of nightmares, reliving until he felt was enough.

#yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #malleus draconia x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader

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oracle-of-dream · 10 months ago

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Home Sick

Minors DNI

Summary: Leehan caught a cold and you stayed home from work to take care of him; making him soup, giving him medicine, and cuddling him in his sleep. Waking up in your arms has him feeling much hotter than his fever.

Warnings: Male Reader, Consensual somnophilia, dry + ass humping, Slight size kink(?)

Wordcount: 988

You just finished calling your boss to tell them you can't come to work. You heard Leehan coughing from the doorway; he'd woken up with a bad fever and a sore throat.

"It's not that big a deal. I can take care of myself so you can go to work," your boyfriend complained.

You shook your head. "How could I leave my sweet boy here like this!? And spending the day with you is all I'd ever want, so I'm not going anywhere today." You helped him back into bed. His body was warm, and he breathed heavily before coughing again. "I'll go get more medicine. Stay awake for me."

Leehan nodded as you walked into the bathroom to find more cold medicine. He slipped his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand, his long hair sweeping in front of his eyes without their support. He rested his head on the bed's backboard while waiting for you, fighting to stay awake.

You returned with medicine and water. "Take these first, then sleep."

Leehan leaned his head back and opened his mouth, waiting for you to give him the pills.

You poured the water, dropped two pills in his mouth, and watched him swallow hard. Patting his head as he needily pulled on your clothes, begging you to come close to him.

"I'm so cold~ Please warm me up?"

You pulled the blankets over the two of you, covering you and laying flat on his body. Leehan loved feeling you almost crushing his body with yours, his hands smoothly landing on your waist and resting on your ass.

Before you knew it, you both ended up drifting to sleep...

Waking up hard wasn't really a surprise for Leehan, but opening his eyes to your soft expression, fast asleep was enough to make him jerk back slightly. He couldn't control himself as he got a better understanding of the position he was in... You were so close, almost chest to chest with him, and your ass was so soft in his hands. He kneaded your cheeks softly, earning a quiet moan before you turned over and gave him a show. Your pajamas were short shorts, letting Leehan drink in the sight of your soft legs with your ass peeking out. The two of you always talked about trying naughty stuff while the other was sleeping, and both consented to it, but Leehan never thought he'd have the chance to go through with it. His boner twitched at the thought of you sleepy and helpless in his arms, helping him cum unknowingly...

The way his dick ached was too much, Leehan needed something. Anything. Just a touch would be enough... He told himself as we started scooting closer to you, slowly and carefully so he didn't wake you up. You shifted more onto your stomach until you laid almost completely flat.

"Oh god, you must want me to do this..." Leehan whispered to you as he climbed and lifted himself over you. His body was hot, arms and legs were weak, but his cock was rock hard. Sick or not, he had to have you.

He stroked his clothed cock against your ass, enjoying the slow burn of the friction. He took a moment to breathe and calm down before slowly pressing his hips against your backside. Starting slowly, he pushed against you, dry humping you. His arms felt weaker with every wake of pleasure that shot through his body. He shifted his hands to either side of your head, focusing his shaft right between your cheeks. Every thrust leads to another one, more desperate and needy.

"Oh, Jesus..."He moaned. His sound made you shift again, pressing yourself against him and moving all on your own. "You slut... You want me, even when you're sleeping? Then take it!" Leehan still whispered to you but started ramming his hips into you much harder and faster, which pulled you out of your sleep.

"Baby? Wha–fucking fuck. More~" You felt Leehan reach around and start touching your own dick, making the whole sensation of being woken up a daze.

You were already awake, Leehan gave up on subtly. His moans were hoarse from his sore throat, but it didn't stop them from coming out. He wasn't holding it in anymore, pulling on your shoulder to push you into him and meet his thrusts.

Your pajama pants ended up tossed aside, along with Leehan's, leaving only skin and sweat. The sound was loud and wet, feeling hot and wild. You arched your back, and Leehan's face fell to the crook of your neck, drinking in every moan from you.

"Keep going, it's so good!" Leehan commanded.

Your brain wasn't awake enough to give a sane response. All you could really think about was wanting more of his touch. You replaced his hand around your cock and started stroking yourself, Leehan using both hands to push you deeper into the bed as he went to town on you.

"Oh, baby, I–I'm gonna cum!" Leehan warned. "Flip over, I want to cum and look at you!"

You followed directions, flipping onto your back as Leehan jerked off over you. His breathing was ragged, sweat covered his forehead, and his cock was red all over. It wasn't long before he finished, shooting his cum all over your torso. His eyes rolled back, one hand in his hair, and his mouth hung open as his head flew back. You came not long after, adding to the mess on your body.

Leehan collapsed next to you in exhaustion. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself..."

You kissed his forehead. "I'm always in the mood if it's you~" You giggled as you climbed off the bed to wash off all the cum on you. When you came back to bed, Leehan was passed out again with his cock out... Maybe it was your turn to get the jump on him.

#oracle of dreams #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #leehan #boynextdoor #boynextdoor leehan #boynextdoor x reader #bnd hard hours #bnd x reader #bnd smut #bnd

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thekissofaphrodite · 11 months ago

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SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS I CANT HELP TO MAKE IT!! IT'S SO SWEET!!

(I accidentally added the OG post on Queue and can't get it out, but thankfully, I took a picture of it)

Voiceless

Luke Castellan X Daughter of Apollo!Reader

Summary: The only thing that Luke Castellan loves in this world is his girlfriend and her angelic voice.

Warnings: Kissing, Cursing, Kinda toxic relationship??!

Author's Note: Hello guys! Another request for the day, I'm typing this on my phone since I forgot my laptop, Oh well, please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes and typos! My keyboard hates me 😍

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The Camp Fire singalong ended an hour ago, but that didn't stop You and Luke, He had his head on your lap, breathing in and out as you ran your hands through his soft curls. The bonfire had little to no embers, but it still kept you two warm.

"Can you sing for me?" Luke whispered, His Hazel eyes met your brown ones. Apollo's children were always the lead singers from singalongs, Especially you, You had an angelic voice and campers liked it, so did Luke.

Not caring that your throat was a little sore, You nodded and started singing.

Boys, workin' on empty

Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?

I just think about my baby

I'm so full of love I could barely eat

There's nothing sweeter than my baby

I'd never want once from the cherry tree

'Cause my baby's sweet as can be

She give me toothaches just from kissin' me

Flashback

Luke sat in the mess hall, His palm gingerly nursing the side of his cheeks, He had a rough day, Apparently, a new armour that like commissioned from one of the children in the hephaestus cabin still wasn't ready, and he wasn't able to use it. But it was Capture the Flag day, so he used his old and cranky armour, which displeased him.

You noticed from afar, Your halfsiblings chatting loudly, So you had enough, Grabbing your tray, you walked towards Luke, sitting on an empty Hermes table (Since his halfsiblings left, It's better to leave than to mess with an angry luke), The Hermes boy barely touched his food, he was rather poking it.

"Hey" He was greeted with your soft, melodic voice from behind, His mood changed from annoyed to cheerful. His eyes softening as he watched you sit beside him.

"Hm, how's your day?" He hummed whilst brushing a strand of hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear.

"I should be the one asking you that—" Then, He felt something touch his lips, It was your fork, with a slice of blueberry pie, He tasted some of the cream, He tried to fight the urge to open his mouth since he didn't feel like eating.

"C'mon, it's bad if you don't eat, You don't wanna end up in the infirmary with one of my halfsiblings ranting about your presence." He looked at your eyes, there was a glint of hope that he'll actually take a bite.

He can't resist your eyes, Those eyes with much hope looking at him.

So he did, He opened his mouth and let the flavours sink In.

He did eat that night, with you feeding him like a baby.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

Luke was injured, You don't know how or why. He just appeared infront of the Apollo cabin, There was a deep gash in his forearm, One of the archers from your cabin accidentally shot him an arrow, You assumed that He and Chris were probably not paying attention while they walked pass by the archery area.

"I got you something." He breathed, waiting for your reaction.

But still, He managed to appear in front of you, despite your protests that he must be brought to the infirmary, He kept a brave face, holding a messily made bouquet of flowers.

"Oh Luke..." You threw yourself onto his arms, making him stumble a little, He chuckled.

"Now let's get you into the infirmary!"

—

Boys, when my baby found me

I was three days on a drunken sin

I woke with her walls around me

Nothin' in her room but an empty crib

And I was burnin' up a fever

I didn't care much how long I lived

But I swear I thought I dreamed her

She never asked me once about the wrong I did

Flashback

"Luke? Luke!" The dark-haired boy jolted awake, His eyes meeting the stormy skies whilst the raindrops hit his face.

"Hey baby," He groaned, His orange CHB shirt stained with mud, He slept on it after all. Then you remembered... The party in the Dionysus might have gotten a little wild...

"Luke, you smell like— Booze." You tried not to gagged at his scent, But he just brushed it off, Tumbling as he tried to got up.

"Let's get you inside, Some of my halfsiblings are away, so it's fine taking a fellow camper" You muttered while giving all your strength to carry him. You felt kinda embarrassed, Luke, Your boyfriend had carried you multiple times effortlessly, but now, you can't even take steps.

After what felt like an internity, you reached your bunk and flopped luke on it, His eyes sleepily drifting off again, but this time, your face was the one he's dreaming about.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

Luke was now in the infirmary, sitting lazily on a stool while your half siblings rushed to get medical supplies to heal him.

"Y'know, this is just a small scratch baby, you're making this a big deal." You turned your head to his direction so fast, you could've sworn you almost gave yourself a whiplash.

"Luke, Your forearm is literally dripping with blood, caused by an arrow. AN ARROW!" You bellowed, Everyone in the infirmary looked at you like a lunatic, some patients even muttering curses at you for interrupting their sleep.

"Still, I got you flowers, didn't I?" His grin made you melt, but the sight of his injury made you frown.

But you can't be mad at his handsome face.

"Yes yes, You did I love you for that, now Where's Ella? We need to give you an injection"

"INJECTION?"

—

My babe would never fret none

About what my hands and my body done

If the Lord don't forgive me

I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

When I was kissing on my baby

And she put her love down soft and sweet

In the low lamplight I was free

Heaven and hell were words to me

Flashback

" I can't believe you'll do that!" You screamed, tears streaming down your face. Your red dress, once nicely ironed, was now crumpled. It wasn't even midnight, and you two were fighting again. Over a boy.

"Because that pathetic excuse of a bastard deserved it!" He Yelled, His voice booming inside your cabin.

"He's just having a normal conversation with me! you're the one who's deranged!" You cried, Luke couldn't stand the sight of you crying, so he kissed you, it wasn't a passionate one, it was a possessive one, with his strong arms gripping your wrists, pinning you into the wall.

you pulled away for a second, His lips still near yours.

"I hate you" You whispered, His lips touched yours again, smudging your lipstick.

"Show me how much you hate me"

You could've sworn you saw him smirk before kissing you roughly again.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

"I'm sorry baby, please let me in" Luke whispered as he peaked through the small crack on your door.

"You can't come and go as you please," you said, your voice cracking, You tried not to cry, You love him , but you can't just keep supporting him after all the things he'd done.

Now, he was carrying a duffle bag, full of stolen artefacts from the Gods. You were God fearing. That's when you realize it when your father, Apollo, had punished your mother, blinding her using his powerful Ray of sunlight.

"You'd do this for me, honey.." He whispered desperately, but you just shook your head.

"I'm sorry..."

"No no no! Y/n! Y/N!" He screamed as he watched you walk away.

—

When my time comes around

Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth

No grave can hold my body down

I'll crawl home to her

Flashback

You sat in the edge of your bed, still sobbing silently, Your halfsiblings gave you pathetic and sorry looks, but none of their pity could make you the same.

The God you admired the most, Your own father had taken your voice as a punishment, or that's what oracle said. Apparently, you had offended him by your blasphemous acts using his sacred song. Now you were voiceless.

"Baby?" Luke's voice greeted you.

You looked up at him, Your eyes glistening with tear as you ran into his arms sobbing violently.

"Shh...I know sweetheart.." He rubbed his hands behind your back, Kissing your temple at the same time.

As the dark haired boy comforted you, He smirked secretly, You were so easy to manipulate, with your doe eyes and your sweet smile, As you slowly fell asleep in Luke's arms, A rose necklace sat inside his pocket, Ever so beautiful, with your own voice trapped inside it.

A/N: HEY, GUYS! So this is a request! I used the 'Work Song' by Hozier, Every lyrics has an indication of the reader and Luke's past, I kinda wanna give them a toxic relationship, so....🫢🫢 I do hope you liked this!!

I apologise once again for any grammatical errors since my keyboard hates me ❤️

#luke castellan x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #xy/n #charlie bushnell #percy jackson #luke castellan #lovers

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nothots-headempty · 19 days ago

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Hush, My Darling

Paddy × reader

Summary: Paddy knows just the way to keep your sweet mouth under control

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: smut, unprotected p in v, gunplay, condescension, dirty talk, minors dni, 18+ under the cut

Author's note: trust James McAvoy to get me obsessed enough to start writing again. I have one functioning brain cell right now and it's a slut for Patrick Feld. Kinda sorta not proof read.

Your moans could have brought down the entire house, but with Paddy's cock filling you up so good, just like you'd been dreaming of, the thought of someone listening is not even on the back burner.

Your fingers are grasping at anything they can find, his hair, his back, the sheets, in the hope that you dont combust from the sheer obscenity of the words he's been letting loose against your neck.

"So fucking tight, baby. So wet just for me.", he groans halfway through, hands scooping under your body to fuck you from some ungodly angle your mind can't even process.

He hasn't stopped teasing every part of you he can find, not for a second - toying with your breasts, sucking on your collar bone to leave a hickey you won't hide even if you could, hands tangled in your hair, pulling just a little too hard.

You moan out loud again, his cock stretching you from the inside out until all you can feel is the pressure of him on top, him inside, him below, him everywhere.

"Hush, love. Don't want your mother finding her adorable baby girl being a nice little hole for me to fuck, now, do we?" His palm slides along your body to cover your mouth, but your cunt is already wetter at the idea of being caught like this, wrapped in his arms, his cock sliding in, fucking you into oblivion. Your pussy leaks down onto your thigh, leaving a cool, wet patch on your friction chafed skin.

He notices. Of course, he does.

"Someone likes that.", he murmurs with a smirk. With no warning, he pulls out of you then, your indignant whine trapped in your throat as he pulls open his bedside drawer, the shining metal of a revolver throwing off shadows in the lamp-light.

"I know just the way to shut that dirty little mouth of yours." His smile is almost sweet, almost as if you're discussing Church plans for Sunday. And then there's that glint in his eyes that makes your breath hitch.

With one strong hand to push your legs apart, he touches the tip of the revolver to the inside of your knees, a mewl escaping your lips before you can school it.

"Bad girls get punished. You should know that." The revolver traces a line along your thighs, the cool metal contrasting the heat his body had left moments ago. You shiver, straining against his hold on your legs, your eyes falling shut for a second, drowning in the deluge assaulting your senses.

You jolt upright when you feel a nudge against your clit, propping yourself onto your elbows to find him running the gun through your folds, a perverse smile on his lips.

"Watch me, sweetheart. Eyes. On. Me.", he warns, his gaze burning through yours as he pushes the weapon inside you. You bite your lips, embarrassment flooding through you as you feel your cunt clench on the hard metal, your juices running down its sides.

"So fucking greedy for anything that will fill her up." His pupils are blown wide, eyes transfixed on the sight before him, the throb of your pussy, the easy sliding of the gun, in and out, in and out, his hands pumping faster every second.

"Paddy, I'm gonna-", you mumble uselessly. But of course he won't let you. "Not yet, love. We must teach you to be quiet first."

And with that your cunt is left sorely empty again, the man climbing up your body like an animal sizing up his kill for the day. The gun, now wet and even cooler, drags along your stomach, the valley of your breasts, until it rises against your neck.

"Open up, sweetheart.", he smirks, pushing his thumb between your lips to force them apart. You know what's coming, and still your heart speeds up a million times when you feel the metal invading your mouth, the taste of yourself instantly coating your tongue.

You resist the urge to let your eyes fall shut, your gaze held hostage by his, a satisfied smile now playing at his lips. There's a certain pride in his look and you wonder just for a second if it's about you at all or just some twisted victory he feels in this moment.

But that thought, and any other you've had in a while, is washed clean from your mind when his cock enters you again in one swift stroke, seating him deep inside you, your strangled gasp reverberating around the barrel of the gun.

"Now, suck on it.", he commands.

Your tongue rises to the bait before you can even think, licking your fluids off, your cheeks hollowing out to feel the metal intrusion in your mouth.

He groans against your skin, his cock still, pulsing inside you. "Such a good little whore. Would do anything for me, won't you?" You nod as best you can, your mouth more occupied with his order.

He buries his face in your neck, starting to move again, the pace this time leaving no room for talk. The only sounds now were your moans muffled by the threat of destruction on your tongue, his shallow breaths rushing off the walls as he thrust deeper and the slap and sweat of skin on skin as he sped up, erratic, close.

He licks a broad stripe from your shoulder your jaw, waiting there to bite on the skin, almost drawing blood. The tears are on the verge of falling out of your eyes now and when he sees them he just laughs.

"Too much for you, am I, love? Filling you up too good? Hurts, does it?" But even he knows you're too cock-drunk to answer now. Your eyes close this time as you ride that pleasure-pain impasse, feeling the pressure build somewhere deep inside your belly.

His pace staggers as he feels your pussy clench around him, strokes flowing more into a deep grind, his cock throbbing for release.

"Cum for me, baby. Give me what I want.", he rasps. His words set you free, teeth almost biting down too hard on the gun as you let your release wash over you.

You feel his hips falter moments later, that tell tale sign before he spills inside you, slamming into you harder and harder until you've milked him for all hes worth.

Theres silence around you now, a blanket of peace, your bodies spent, your breaths still needing to be caught.

He collapses against you, his smile evident in the curve of his lips against your neck. You welcome the weight of him, legs wrapping around his waist to keep his slowly softening cock still buried inside you for a little while longer.

Back up on his elbows, he takes his time, slowly pulling the revolver out of your mouth, the final inch leaving your lips with a soft *pop*. He presses the barrel against your chin, his forehead resting on yours as he captures your swollen lips in another kiss, fingers massaging your aching jaw.

The smile on his face broadens as he pulls back, the fucked out bliss on your features reflecting in his. He tosses the gun somewhere into the pillows, bracing himself on his elbows on both sides of your head as he peppers kisses on your cheek, your neck, your lips.

"The things you do to me, baby. I'd have to keep you here forever to show you."

He pulls out of you, your cunt now grasping on nothing but disappointment as he pulls you onto his chest. Your arms snake around his neck, kissing his jaw, running your nose through his scruff.

"Keep me as long as you like, Paddy. I'm all yours.", you mumble, innocent to the implications of your words, your face hidden in his neck as you begin to drift off. His fingers soothe your hair, a kiss planted on your forehead before he settles in for the night, the plans in his mind, the filth in his thoughts, all still far from touching your reality.

"You are mine, baby. Always will be."

#paddy speak no evil #speak no evil #speak no evil (2024)#patrick feld #paddy × reader #paddy speak no evil smut #patrick feld × reader #x reader #james mcavoy #james mcavoy smut #james mcavoy × reader #james mcavoy the man that you are #i love him your honor #paddy speak no evil × reader

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mamisfavmosher · 1 year ago

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hi love, can i request something similar to tap out but where reader’s being too overstimulated and passes out please? thank you!

of course! thanks for the request!

pass out // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

(see what i did there?) anyways, sorry this took so long...

SMUT - MINORS DNI

warnings: kinda rough!judgment day, reader passes out, spanking, degradation kinda, slapping, almost safewording, crying, etc

Readers POV

"I didn't mean to, I'm sorry!" I pleaded.

To be fair, I had been a brat all day and it was only a matter of time until I did something that the rest of the Judgment Day deemed out of line. The act in question was intentionally tripping Damian on his way to the ring just to be petty. In the moment, he had immediately turned to glare at me, but refused to acknowledge the situation anymore until we reached the dressing room.

"Oh, so now you wanna apologize? Too bad. You've been a brat all day and I'm sick of it!" Priest raised his voice. His hand closed around my throat, pinning me to the wall. I watched in a panic as Rhea's lips painted a sinister smile onto her face. "You dumb whore." Damian shoved me toward the couch where Rhea was now sitting. I felt tears starting to gather in my eyes as I knew what was coming.

Rhea cracked her knuckles and pulled me over her lap. "You think you can humiliate the Judgment Day, huh?" Her hand came down hard on my ass and I immediately tried to squirm out of her hold. I gasped in pain as I felt the tingle starting to form on my skin from where her ring-clad fingers had struck. "Bad news, you little bitch," Her hand came down hard again. "You can't." I writhed in her grip as she continued spanking me, the pain increasing greatly with each hit.

"Mami, please! Please, stop, it hurts!" I sobbed as tears rolled down my cheeks. She only hit me harder.

"Serves you write, chica," Dom moved closer and fisted his hand into my hair. "You wanted to act like a brat, so now we're gonna treat you like one." He bared his teeth toward me in an evil grin, the hand in my hair moving to roughly shove my face to the side before slapping my cheek. Tears pricked in my eyes as the pain spread through my face. "Open up." His thumb hooked into my mouth and forcefully opened it wider. Dom quickly shoved his pants down his legs before thrusting into my mouth.

Rhea made a sound of approval from behind me as I gagged and choked on Dom's cock, her finger nails scratching over my sore flesh. "Why don't you two boys come and join in on the fun, too?" She looked toward Damian and Finn who had been watching the scene play out so far. The two men smirked at each other before making their way over to us.

Finn was now side by side with Dom, swiftly pulling his pants down his legs and taking hold of his cock. Damian had walked behind me, muttering comments to Rhea about fucking the brattiness out of me. Both of his hands came down hard on my ass, a loud slap resonating through the room. I let out a yelp and flinched at the stinging ache. "Maybe you should think twice before you try and embarrass me of all people, you fucking brat." Damian seethed out and shoved his cock into my ass.

A pained squeal escaped my throat as the burning sensation of being stretched too quickly appeared. Nearly two seconds later, Dom removed himself from my mouth so Finn could have a turn. Finn pushed his dick all the way to the back of my throat causing me to gag and sputter. His hands were placed on the sides of my head as he held me in place, my nose pressed against his stomach. I moved my hands to shove at Finn's legs, my oxygen running low.

Finn moved away for a few seconds as Dom came to kneel by my side, a look of feigned pity on his face. He quickly captured my wrists in his hold and nodded at Finn to continue. I inhaled a small gasp before I was pressed back into the same position. "Brats don't get to fuckin' breathe, lass." He sneered at me.

Small mewls sounded from the back of my throat as I squirmed in attempt to escape the situation. Periodically, Finn would back up long enough for me to take one breath before swiftly blocking off my oxygen again.

All the different sensations had black dots forming in my vision. Rhea's nails felt like a chainsaw ripping my flesh. Damian's aggressive penetration had my entire body ignited on fire. Finn was causing my mind to spiral into a panic as he seemed to be offering me less oxygen each time. Dom's position of restraining my only defense is causing an intense fight or flight reaction within me, and right now, flight is winning the war.

I attempted to inhale, but as nothing reached my lungs, my vision went out. My body lost all strength as it gave out and went completely limp.

Dom was the first to notice. He was the only one with a clear view of my face. Remaining silent for a few seconds, he observed to try and understand what was happening. Once he realized I had passed out, he quickly alerted the others. All four of them stopped what they were doing immediately. "Sweetheart?" Dom's thumb gently rubbed across my cheek. "Can you hear me?" He was panicking now.

Rhea moved my body so that I was lying on my back on the couch, her hand gently running through my hair, trying to bring me back. "Baby..." Her eyebrows furrowed as I remained unmoving. "Babydoll, c'mon.... wake up." She muttered.

Finn had run off to get some water and a snack as the other three still worked on bringing me back.

Damian gently rubbed at my legs, Dom was tightly holding my hand, and Rhea was consistently observing my face while running her fingers through my hair.

As my body calmed down and a steady income of oxygen had reentered my lungs, my eyes slowly opened. The three of them had relieved looks on their faces.

The reminders of what had just happened flashed in my mind and I immediately flinched away from their touches.

"Mi amor..." Damian removed his hands from my legs, but stayed close by. "Are you okay? What just happened? Talk to us." In the back of my mind, I knew he was concerned along with the rest of them, but all I could hear right now was the aggression in his tone from just a few moments ago. I faintly shook my head as hot tears began to streak down my cheeks.

Finn ran back into the room with a water bottle and snack in hand. He set them down before quickly kneeling down next to me. "Is she okay? What did I miss?" He asked in a hurry. Dom quietly filled him in that I had just woken up.

".... I couldn't breathe." My voice was weak and quiet, coming out in sobs. "And- and there was nothing I could do about it." I cried. My hands wiped at the tears streaming down. The weight of the room became heavy as they realized their mistake. They had given me no way of escaping the situation.

"I'm so sorry, babygirl. I didn't even notice." Rhea said, almost speechless at the realization. "We're so so sorry, please." Her hand fidgeted on the edge of the couch, itching to grab mine. I chewed on my bottom lip, contemplating everything in my head. My eyes drifted to the ceiling as I choked back another sob.

"It was so scary, Mami." I sniffled, my hand sliding into her warm palm. She acknowledged the sign that I was ready for touch and immediately pulled me into her strong arms. I was placed on her lap and the boys sat on either side of us.

Rhea cuddled me into her chest, pressing soft kisses to my head. "I know, baby. I know. I'm so sorry. It'll never happen again. I promise." She shushed me.

"I'm sorry for being a brat, but I didn't think it would lead to this." I mumbled into Rhea's neck.

"No, no, no. Baby, this isn't your fault at all. It's ours. It never should've gone that far and that's on us. Don't blame yourself for something you can't control. We love you so much and it breaks our hearts to see that this happened because of us and our carelessness. I just hope you can forgive us, sweetheart." Priest spoke passionately with a comforting hand on my leg.

"Love, ya mean the world to us and I hope you know that. And I'm sorry for what happened tonight, but you have my word that we would never do this on purpose." Finn reassured.

"...I know." I glanced around at them all.

"We love you, pretty girl." Rhea peppered kisses on my cheek. "So so much!" A deep kiss on the lips. "And we're so sorry."

"I love you guys, too." I gave them a soft, reassuring smile.

They spent the rest of the night holding me close and continuously telling me how much they loved me and appreciated me, and how sorry they were.

At the end of the day, they could be very rough, intense people, but they loved me endlessly and made sure to show me.

#wwe #rhea ripley #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #finn balor #damian priest #wwe superstars #fanfiction #rhea ripley x reader #dominik mysterio x reader #finn balor x reader #damian priest x reader #the judgment day x reader #poly!judgment day #wwe x reader #the judgment day smut #wwe smut #request

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pink-tea · 1 year ago

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hii this is my first time requesting 🫣

reactions to pegging the txt members perhaps🧍🏾‍♀️

hi!! honoured to be your first request! i haven’t requested a fic from some of the other blogs I follow before so you’re ahead of me on that one haha

but pegging? yes.

// very sorry that this request took me so long to get to </3 i took a mini hiatus cause school was really starting to kill me, but i think i'm ready to get back into the groove now! please accept this as my apology!!

☆minors dni

☆ rating: 18+, nsfw

☆ tags: dom! reader, sub! txt, pegging, dacryphilia (crying), degradation, occasional use of pet names, name calling (slut, whore), hair pulling, scratching yeonjun: slight feminization, calling him a doll soobin: breeding kink beomgyu: overstimulation hueningkai: scratching taehyun: first time, strength kink

soobin

ღ god, he loves it

ღ he slips so prettily into subspace, turning from txt's reliable second oldest to your pretty little cock slut

ღ soobin likes anything that makes him feel as small as possible

ღ he's so tall that doing anything that makes him feel relatively small goes straight to his dick

ღ corner him, back him up against a wall, make him realize that he's trapped with nowhere to run: he's turned on

ღ tilt his chin up when he’s sitting, casting your shadow over him as you look down at him with bedroom eyes: instant turn on

ღ grab the back of his head and push his face into the sheets as you pound into his prostate from the back: he's cumming

ღ sweet sex is cute, he’d never complain if you decide to take your time with him, kissing praises and adoration into his skin

ღ but days where you toss him onto the bed? teasing him and berating him for the way he arches his back and buries his face into the nearest pillow without having to tell him anything? heavenly

ღ "what a good little whore," you coo, sliding into the space in between his legs and letting your hands wander over the plushness of his ass

ღ likes to get fucked fast and good, wants to feel nothing but pleasure, wants you take control and make him forget all of his worries

ღ wants you to put a baby in him so bad, i feel like he'd be obsessed with those strap-ons that actually squirt </3

ღ loves getting pegged

ღ please call him the dirtiest names, treat him so roughly and then wipe him down gently when your done, tell him he's your perfect angel while he gets embarrassed at the fact that he screamed for you to get him pregnant again

soobin cries out when you push his head down into the soft mattress, hands clawing at the ruined bed sheets as he struggles to ground himself. the grip on his hair is so harsh and painful, but the burning of his scalp can only translate into pleasure. he can feel the way you're leaning over him ever-so-slightly, can feel the way he's so utterly overwhelmed by your presence.

your strap keeps hitting deep inside him, barely letting him catch his breath every time you hit the part that makes him see stars he's been screaming so much his throat is sore . he doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know if we wants to beg you to stop or to just keep going. he lets out a series of staccato moans, letting out a whine when he tries to lift his head only for your hand to push him back down.

“you ok, baby?” you ask, doing your best not to sound too breathless as you pound into soobin’s plush ass. he can only hum in response, gasping when you replace the hand on his head to grip his slim waist. it’s the feeling of the way you take absolute control over him, using your hold on him to slam him back onto your strap with each thrust that has his mind reeling; poor baby’s so overwhelmed.

it doesn’t help that he’s rutting his flushed cock into the mattress beneath him with the angle you have him at, feeling his orgasm quickly build up in his stomach. he's only thinking about how big you feel inside—how nice it feels with you crowding him, making him feel small with the way he can't even lift his head up underneath you. his words slip before he can even catch them.

"cum inside, please," he sobs, feeling his orgasm catch up to him faster than he can handle. you smile at the request, leaning down so that you're pressed up against his back, hand sneaking down and almost making him scream when it wraps around his weeping cock.

"anything you want," you respond sweetly, soobin only moaning loud and shaky when the thrusting of your strap and the rhythmic strokes of your hand finally send him spilling into the sheets.

yeonjun

ღ yeonjun's such a pretty crier, definitely sobs and whines when you fuck him good

ღ he likes missionary, likes to cling onto you and rake his nails down your back while you're pounding into him

ღ you almost always ask if it feels good cause yeonjun just sounds like you're screwing him into oblivion

ღ yeonjun always answers with quick and dizzy nods, gasping out “yes yes yes!"

ღ he thinks you're such a ride, almost constantly daydreaming about sitting in your lap and bouncing on his favorite strap when you accidentally manspread while watching a movie with him

ღ treat him like your pretty little plaything

ღ feminize him just a little, call him noona, let him put on one of his skirts just so you can roughly push the fabric up as he slides down onto your strap

ღ he's obsessed, such a slut for the pleasure

ღ he’s sososo sensitive too; it just works out

ღ tease his nipples while he bounces on top of you, sucking and biting and just making a mess on his chest as he twitches in your lap at the stimulation

ღ or maybe even decide that you're done with letting him control the speed

ღ push him backwards so that he lands back down on the cushions while you admire the sight underneath you where he belongs

ღ grab his pretty little waist and slam him back onto your strap over and over like he isn't pushing himself against you too

ღ spilling absolute nonsense, telling you how good it feels, telling you how much he wants it

ღ and by the way his legs are hooked around you—preventing you from slipping out—you’d say he’s being pretty honest

your boyfriend looks so pretty when he cries, it’s to the point that your mind goes straight to the gutter the moment his eyes start to get misty. those pretty, wet eyes that look up at you when you shove him onto the bed. those pretty eyes that let tears slip through when you trigger his gag reflex, gagging around your fingers as your other hand works on scissoring and loosening him up.

pretty pretty eyes and that perfect little mouth of his that screams and cries once you’re shoved deep inside him. you love to hear him whine, god knows he loves to, but you can't help but muffle him with a kiss. plush, pink lips molding against yours as he struggles to keep up with the task of kissing you when he also wants to sob every time you hit his prostate.

give your poor doll a break, won't you? let him watch as you sit up and lean back, taking the hint that now he gets to set his own pace on how rough you fuck him. almost shaking as he sinks down onto your strap, heavily supported by you as he clings onto your shoulders.

your boyfriend looks so pretty, and you make sure to tell him that. leaning up to whisper in his ear how gorgeous of a cock slut he is, how much you could watch him go crazy over just your cock all day. a shiver goes down his spine at your words, and his dick twitches pathetically as you play with the hairs at the back of his neck.

once he starts to actually set a pace though, he can’t get enough. he’s bouncing so nicely, dick caught in between the both of you and making a mess on your stomach with precum. you end up making the decision to jerk him off as he rides you, smiling at the strangled cry that slips from yeonjun’s red and bruised lips as you rotate your wrist in the way you know he likes.

“[your name],” he gasps, a little breathless as he looks down at you. you only respond with a hum of acknowledgement, too busy giving kitten licks to his tip as he struggles to concentrate on fucking himself on you. “I’m g-gonna cum if you keep doing that,” he tries to warn you, lips bruised and red as he pouts. you smile a little as you feel his fingers trail delicately through your hair.

“is that so?” you ask apathetically, adjusting your hand so that your middle finger and thumb end up pressing together as a makeshift cockring around the base of his dick. yeonjun cries out at the pressure, beginning to squirm before one of your hands grips his waist to keep his hips locked where they are. “then I guess we just have to make sure you don’t come till I tell you to,” you decide cruelly, staring up at yeonjun’s watering eyes.

beomgyu

ღ never changing my bratty beomgyu agenda

ღ + oral fixation beomgyu BUT since this is specifically pegging I leave that for another day

ღ sometimes he craves just getting absolutely railed by your strap, craves the feeling of being put in his place by his pretty dom

ღ always doing something to rile you up, especially around friends or company

ღ beomgyu knows how to use his words, knows that if he asked you nicely with his doe eyes to take him home and fuck him till he forgets his name, you would

ღ your eyes would go a little wide and maybe you'd scold him with a blush on your cheeks, but you'd make sure to leave the dinner the two of you got invited to a little early so that you can take care of him

ღ but gyu doesn't want to wait, he wants you now and he knows how to get what he wants as soon as he wants it

ღ so he starts to act up, kissing sweetly at your neck while you're in the middle of conversation with an old friend, watching you freeze up before you hastily insist that you should all sit down to eat now

ღ and obviously there’s no way you’re able to ignore the fuck me eyes the rest of the night, the playing footsies under the table while your poor friends chat away mindlessly, the smirk on his lips and—fuck, is that lipgloss?

ღ it’s to your utter dismay and annoyance once you have to stand up and announce sadly to your friends that you and your boyfriend have to leave

ღ gyu is eager to hop out of his seat and cling to your arm as the two of you leave, eager for what’s to come

ღ and what’s to come is his sixth orgasm, tears dried on his cheeks and more streaming down as beomgyu hiccups and whines underneath you

ღ you have his pretty legs on your shoulder, leisurely fucking into him as you twist his poor overstimulated cock in your hand

ღ beomgyu thinks he’s close to passing out before you angle your hips a certain way and slam into his prostate, making him cry out as his back arches

“hurts," beomgyu whines, tears pearling up on his lashes as he looks up at you with glossy eyes. cute, you think fondly. but you don't let yourself echo the thought because right now you're supposed to make sure that your beomgyu cums enough today that he doesn't act up for the next week.

"does it, gyu?" you ask, smiling when he only pouts and nods in response, legs twitching from where they rest on your shoulders. "that's too bad, should've thought about that before making us leave dinner early," you tsk, squeezing beomgyu's dick at the tip and making him almost scream at the oversensitivity. the two of you are a mess, the only sounds in the room being your scoldings, beomgyu's moans, and the wet sounds of the lube in his ass and the precum dripping down your hand.

beomgyu liked it messy, you liked beomgyu. but you didn't appreciate his behavior when he wanted something. of course beomgyu was capable of just asking you for it, but when he wants to get fucked rough and dumb, suddenly the only thing he can do is annoy you enough to warrant punishment. the two of you loved beomgyu's punishments, but you had been looking forward to this specific dinner.

"wanted to spend time with you," beomgyu tries to sweet talk, looking up at you with those big doe eyes that always manage to catch you off guard. you glare down at him, taking your hand off his dick and slapping it harshly. the action makes beomgyu jump, the feeling of pain and pleasure making his jaw drop into a loud, whiny moan.

"i always spend time with you" you scold, listening to your boyfriend's cries as you pick up the pace of your wrist on him again. you let your free hand tangle into the messy looks of his overgrown wolf-cut, brushing back his bangs before grasping at the strands hard enough to make sure he can't break off eye contact with you. using the grip on his hair to ground yourself, you thrust into him roughly, setting the punishing pace that you love and that turns him to mush.

"you're gonna have to learn how to share someday," you sigh condescendingly, watching beomgyu's eyes flutter and fight against the urge to shut as you speak to him. "was really looking forward to dinner, but now i have to spend my time fucking you rough so that you learn your lesson," you continue, mean even though all you can think about it how pretty gyu looks as he's about to come, loud cries turning into gaspy moans as he struggles to keep his legs hooked over your shoulder.

"m' sorry," he gasps out, a stray tear finally rolling down his cheek. you smile at the apology, releasing his hair so that you can swipe the tear away with your thumb. you know he's not, but you love him anyway.

hueningkai

ღ he likes to face you, loves missionary

ღ especially loves it when you end up folding him in half and fucking him deep into a mating press

ღ something about him and his flexibility gets to me

ღ y’all remember that to-do episode where they’re measuring their flexibility and hueningkai learns that he gotten so much more flexible now that he’s older?

ღ you already know omg

ღ want to take advantage of it, making him shiver and moan cause he’s getting fucked so good but his thighs burn at the stretch of whatever position you have him in </3

ღ wall sex, hueningkai getting dangerously close to knocking picture frames off your wall as he desperately tries to find something to hold onto

ღ his back is pressed against the wall but he’s shaking and crying because he’s struggling to stand on one leg, his other pressed close enough to his chest that he can feel the burn even as you fuck into him

ღ on the bed too, having him on his back while you grip his legs, spreading them before suddenly you’re pushing down on them into a makeshift middle split

ღ hueningkai’s so out of breath, sometimes you have to remind him with a sweet kiss to breathe

ღ oh my god, definitely a scratcher i can feel it in my bones

ღ holding onto you for dear life as you fuck him dumb, nails digging into your back and leaving red lines to discover in the morning

ღ tease him about it, make him feel a little bad when you move one of your hands from his thighs to pin his wrists above his head

ღ "no need to mark me up, you know i'm yours," you coo, kissing away the tears that roll down kai's cheeks because holy fuck if you keep hitting that spot he's so done for—

hueningkai's barely thinking at this point, only thinking about how pretty you look above him, how good you feel inside. he's trying not to slip away, trying to keep his mind with you as he grunts and moans with every thrust of your hips into his. his hands are pinned besides his head, tangled with yours as you rock into him.

"i love you," he manages to gasp out, making you snap your gaze back up to his flushed face and dazes eyes. with a smile you start to slow your thrusts, untangling one of you hands to hold hueningkai's face as press your lips against his. he melts at the physical affection, smiling although he's really trying not to pant into your mouth.

"love you too," you respond after you pull back, removing your hand from his face to trail down his body before it rests on his shin. "love your body, love how good you are for me,"you start to list, catching kai off guard when your hand finally gets a good grasp around his shin. "love your flexibility too, don't you?" you ask, smile widening as you watch the question finally make sense in the boy's brain.

soon, you're lifting his leg up to your shoulder, pressing a kiss to the inside of his ankle before you're pressing his leg into his chest. his knee folds at the motion, but the action still provides a burn where his muscles stretch and kai groans at the feeling. you shift above him, leaning in close enough to kiss hueningkai's nose and making his eyes flutter open (he didn't know he had closed them?).

"you feeling alright?" you ask gently, watching the way hueningkai's brows furrow and the way his mouth drops into a pretty 'o' shape at your experimental thrust. shakily, he nods, closing his mouth to swallow thickly. his skin feels warm at the touch, the hand that you hadn't untangled from his is sweaty at this point.

"feels good," he admits, giving you a heart shaped smile that makes you swoon. he leans up to give you a kiss that you accept before you pick up your pace, resuming your original goal of getting your boyfriend to cum now that you're sure he's okay. the sudden speed makes hueningkai break the kiss with a moan, his free arm quickly wrapping around you as you hiss at the feeling of his nails digging into your shoulder—grounding himself.

taehyun

ღ strength kink strength kink strength kink, don't get me started

ღ at first he honestly didn't know how to feel about pegging, open to doing anything with you but he's just never thought about doing it before

ღ idol life has limited his sexual experiences, so when i tell you that the foreplay already has him shaking like a leaf, i mean it

ღ curling your fingers so nicely against his prostate that he's wailing, head buried into the sheets while he's struggling to hold his hips up for you

ღ if this is just from stretching him out, he doesn't know how he's going to handle taking your whole strap

ღ but you start out sweetly with him, letting him catch his breath while he twitches and gets used to the feeling cause jesus he feels so full

ღ but then once you get into the rhythm, taehyun doesn't know how he can come back from this

ღ hitting him deep with the strap but taehyun keeps trying to crawl away from the overwhelming pleasure

ღ his hands are clawing at the pillows as he tries to escape from the feeling of your confident thrusts, but before he knows it your hands are grabbing at his and tugging them behind his back

ღ if he was gasping before now he's full on sobbing, the position forcing his back to arch and making the silicone toy hit his prostate at a new angle that makes his head spin

ღ hold his hands behind his back with one hand and use the other to tug his head back, making him whine as you trail bites and kisses up his neck

ღ "were you trying to run away from me?" you ask, sucking pretty red hickeys onto Taehyun's skin as lewd sounds from both the sex and himself fill the room

ღ "mm—no," he denies, head swimming before he yelps as you push him back down into the covers

ღ it's so sinful, the way he looks at you with such pretty big eyes while his muscles tense under your touch as you blow his back out

ღ you both know that he could stop you at any moment, yank his arms out of your grip whenever, but the feeling of strength and power you hold over him is addicting and he can't get over it :(

a slight shift in your hips makes a spark of pleasure roll down taehyun's spine, and he's quick to whine and start melting down onto the bed. his face is pressed into the sheets but he still does his best to keep his hips up for you.

“I think you can move now,” he says, voice just barely above a murmur. you hum in acknowledgment, running your hands over his back before settling to hold onto his waist, starting with slow thrusts that pull a low moan from your boyfriend. taehyun’s already squirming, twitching at the full feeling.

it only takes a few more thrusts before taehyun is moaning and gasping at the pleasure, dick painfully hard and leaking precum onto the sheets underneath his hips. he feels boneless at this point, almost limp in your hold and its up to you to hold his hips and slam him back down onto your strap and fuck if that doesn't send his mind reeling. he knows that your hands are going to leave bruising on his skin and something in his brain turns into mush at the idea.

he's quickly out of his thoughts at the feeling of the silicone dildo ramming into his prostrate suddenly catching him utterly off guard. he cums with a muffled scream, biting hard into the pillow underneath him as you still behind him. he thinks you're letting him catch his breath, shuddering at the force of which his first orgasm hit him.

he yelps at the feeling of you resuming your thrusting after he calms down, looking at you over his shoulder with wide eyes. "i-i came," he stutters, trying to remind you as if you didn't already know. taehyun only gets a hum of acknowledgement as answer, one of your hands sliding down from his hip to grab his shoulder. he doesn't get to think much before suddenly you're pulling him up and forcing him to arch and sit back on the strap.

he gasps wetly, tears welling up in his eyes as his hands blindly reach for yours. he throws his head back, exposing his neck as he tries to rest his forehead on your shoulder. catching your eye, he gets a smile and a kiss pressed to his head before another thrust jostles him and forces out a cry from the overstimulation.

"maybe you won't muffle your moans this time," you throw, making taehyun groan as he realizes he's getting punished for hiding his noises from you while he came </3

#sub txt #dom reader #txt smut #sub idol #sub soobin #sub taehyun #sub beomgyu #sub yeonjun #sub hueningkai #txt x reader #txt headcanons #guys im sorry for disappearing </3

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queenshelby · 8 months ago

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The Slave (Part 3)

PAIRING: TOMMY SHELBY X VIRGIN READER

WARNING: NON-CON, CAPTURED READER, SLAVE READER, TOMMY GETTING OFF ON PAIN

NOTE: AGAIN THIS WAS A REQUEST AND I FELT A LITTLE UNCOMFORTABLE PUBLISHING IT...VERY DARK!

In the end though, after a torturous week, you did escape. During one of Thomas' business trips, you snuck out of the opulent mansion and ran as fast and far as you could, without looking back, without knowing where you were going. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, fueling your weary limbs with strength and determination.

You couldn't believe it when you finally found refuge but the peace and quiet in your life was short lived when, after as little a five days, he found you.

Thomas Shelby, with his piercing blue eyes and sharp features, was relentless and refused to let go of his property.

"Get into the fucking car," he roared, his voice booming like thunder through the quiet streets of London as one of his paid police officers had given up your location,

Fear gripped your heart like a vice, your legs turning to jelly as you took off running once again. You wanted to scream, to plead with him to leave you alone, but the words got stuck in your throat.

Your lungs burned and your chest ached as you desperately tried to put some distance between you and your pursuer.

But it was no use. Thomas Shelby was a man accustomed to getting what he wanted, and he wasn't about to let you slip through his fingers.

As he tackled you to the ground, you could feel the breath being knocked out of your lungs. He pinned your arms behind your back, his breath hot and heavy against your neck as he whispered filthy, degrading things in your ear.

"You belong to me whether you like it or not," he growled. "You think you can escape from me? I own you." Thomas' grip tightened around your wrists, causing you to yelp in pain as he dragged you into his car.

You struggled in vain, your kicks and punches proving futile against his strength and determination and within hours, you found yourself locked up in an even less favorable place than before.

Like an animal, he had chained you to a wall inside the confides of Arrow House. Only a mattress on the floor, accompanied by a bucket of water were available to you now until you had learned your place.

As time passed, you slowly realized that you were stuck and with the tight ropes wrapped around your wrists you could no longer resist as the seasoned gangster made every effort to break down your inhibitions.

"Now look at you, eh," Tommy said as, a few hours after he had captured you again, he entered the room where you were curled up, naked, on the dirty mattress on the floor.

You were still handcuffed, your wrists raw and sore from struggling against your bindings. You looked up at him with terrified eyes, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He strode across the room and knelt down in front of you, his smoky scent engulfing you as he placed a hand on your thigh.

"You think you can escape me?" Tommy sneered, tracing a finger up your inner thigh. You whimpered, trying to pull away from his touch, but he only gripped you tighter, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. "You belong to me now, Love. There's no going back."

With those words, he forced himself upon you, his rough hands grasping at your delicate body as he pulled you on to your knees.

"And I think that, perhaps, you still need to learn your place, eh?" Thomas smirked, as the cruel glint in his eyes sharpened as he pushed your head down.

"Now tell me, who is your master Love? Tell me, who do you serve?" he asked again, tightening his grip on your hair. "Say it, Love. Tell me who your master is."

"You, sir," you replied softly, on the brink of tears.

"What was that? I can't hear you. Speak up," he demanded, his voice brutal and commanding.

"You sir," you choked out, your voice trembling as tears streamed down your cheeks. "You are my master."

He gave a twisted kind of smile. "Good girl," he murmured, releasing his hold on your hair.

"Now lick my shoes and beg for forgiveness for your disobedience," he commanded, his voice dripping with malice.

Your heart sank as you realized just how low he would make you stoop.

"No," you protested, shaking your head as you tried to pull back.

"No, don't touch me," you cried, your voice pleading and desperate, but he paid no heed. Instead, he grabbed your hair, pulling your head back so you had to look at him.

"Do it," he growled lowly, his eyes burning with a dangerous fire that made you flinch.

"No!" you protested, struggling against him. "Get off me!"

But Thomas was too strong. He pushed you down onto the bed before spinning you around, flipping you over on to your stomach.

"Fine, have it your fucking way then," he snarled before attaching your bound wrists to one of the anker points in the wall. "You'll understand soon enough, Love, that this is how things work in my world."

With that, he abruptly pulled you onto your hands and knees, the cold hardwood floor biting into the skin of your kneecaps. You winced in pain but didn't dare make a sound. After all, you knew exactly what kind of person you now belonged to.

"Keep still," Thomas commanded in a hushed tone before running his hands roughly over your hips, squeezing and bruising your delicate flesh.

He then unbuckled his belt and removed it from his pants, folding it in half and taking a step back from you. You flinched instinctively, anticipating the pain that was about to be inflicted upon you.

Thomas brought the belt down with a loud crack, its impact sending a sharp pain shooting through your buttocks. You cried out, tears springing unbidden to your eyes, but he didn't stop there. He continued to lay into your flesh, the sound of leather against skin echoing around the room, punctuated by your cries of pain.

Each strike left another welt on your ass and thighs, your skin rapidly becoming a canvas of crimson marks.

When he finally stopped, your whole body shaking and sobbing, you felt him kneel down behind you. His hands gently stroked your heated skin, tracing the lines of pain he had inflicted.

"Ssssh, there now," he murmured softly, his voice almost soothing in its intensity. "Are you going to obey me now or am I going to have to belt that sweet little cunt of yours as well?" Thomas' voice was a husky whisper, his fingers brushing against your sensitive folds.

Your heart was hammering in your chest, but you knew better than to argue with him, especially when he was in this kind of mood.

"Y-yes, sir," you squeaked out, your voice shaking with fear and anticipation.

Thomas gave you a cruel smile as he stood up and took a step back. His eyes were glued to your exposed body, his gaze searing a path from your battered ass to the pink petals between your thighs.

"Good girl," he said before taking position in front of you. "Now, you will lick my shoes and beg me for forgiveness and then I will give you a good hard fucking, just as you deserve." Thomas sneered, that familiar glint in his eyes.

You knew better than to argue so, with tears streaming down your face, you began to lick and kiss his shoes. Each swipe of your tongue was filled with resentment and hatred for the man standing above you. Soon, your saliva coated the leather as you pleaded for his mercy.

He watched you with a sadistic grin, seemingly enjoying every moment of your degradation.

Thomas leaned back against the bureau and undid the button of his trousers. His erection sprung free, long and hard, as he began to stroke it once you had finished licking his shoes.

"You are mine now. Mine to do as I please whenever I want. You will learn to love this life, or at the very least, you'll learn to play your part."

He stepped closer, his manhood brushing against your cheek.

"Open up and let me in, little one," he commanded. "I know you're hungry for it."

You hesitated for a moment, but the fear and disgust warring within you were easily swept away by the desire to please him. To survive.

You parted your lips, allowing him to guide his cock between them. The taste was foreign and slightly repulsive, but you swallowed hard and began to suck.

Thomas sighed in pleasure, his fingers weaving through your hair as he held you in place. He controlled the pace, sometimes slow and gentle, other times hard and fast.

His free hand fondled your breasts, tugging and pinching at your nipples until they were aching and sensitive. You whimpered and moaned softly around him, your own hands clenching into fists at your sides as you fought to maintain control.

"That's it, Love," Thomas groaned, thrusting shallowly into your throat. "Just like that... take it all in."

His fingers tightened in your hair, tugging harshly as his hips began to shift back and forth, setting a hot, punishing rhythm in which your mouth was expected to follow.

Your eyes watered at the force, but you dared not pull away or try to stop him; you'd learned quickly enough that your obedience was non-negotiable.

He pushed further into your throat, the tip of his shaft hitting the back of it as he began to moan, his fingers tugging harder on your sensitive scalp.

Saliva dripped from your chin as you struggled to breathe around him, coughing and spluttering slightly as he relentlessly thrust into your mouth.

Thomas' thrusts became more erratic, the head of his cock sliding against your tongue repeatedly. His free hand gripped your shoulder, his fingers digging into your flesh as he pushed himself as deep as he could.

You gagged, tears streaming down your face, but he didn't seem to care. He continued to thrust into your mouth, his hips jerking violently as he reached his climax.

"Right down the hatch, eh," he groaned as his warm and sticky cum shot into the back of your throat, causing you to swallow convulsively, trying to keep back the bile that rose in your throat.

Thomas eventually pulled out, his cock softening in front of your swollen and bruised lips.

You sighed in relief, your body shuddering as you fought to catch your breath. It tasted foul, but you knew better than to protest; the consequences would surely be far worse.

Thomas stroked himself a few more times, admiring his own erection before shifting back into position behind you.

"Wider," he grunted, forcing your legs apart with his knees. You bit back a whimper as he settled himself between your thighs, the tip of his shaft pressing against your entrance.

"That's a good girl." Thomas patted your bottom approvingly. "Such a good little whore."

He pushed inside you, and you cried out at the intense pain, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Look at this swollen red cunt of yours," Thomas muttered, pleased with what he saw. "You're mine now. I'm going to make you scream until you can't scream anymore."

You tried to move away, but his grip on your hips was too tight. He thrust deeper, causing you to howl in pain. Thomas savored the feeling, savoring the control he had over you.

"Please stop," you pleaded, but Thomas was relentless, merciless in his pursuit.

He kept thrusting deeper, harder, his fingers digging into your hips as he claimed you. Each move sent a sharp pain shooting through your body, one that you couldn't ignore.

"What's the matter, Love?" Thomas taunted, his voice thick with lust. "Can't take it?" He leaned down, his breath hot against your ear. "You're going to take it, you're going to take all of me."

You whimpered as he continued to plunge into you, his movements becoming more urgent, more primal.

"Please pull out," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks as his cock scraped against the abused walls of your pussy.

"You want me to pull out?” Thomas sneered, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "Alright then, I will pull out and stick it up your arse instead, eh?" Thomas grunted, his fingers digging into your hips as he pulled out of your pussy and teased the entrance of your backside.

"There, does that feel better, Love?" he taunted, pressing against your tight hole.

"No, please! Don't do this!" you begged, your voice shaking as you started sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ssh, don't fight it, Love." Thomas whispered as he forcefully pushed past the tight ring of muscle that guarded your backside. You screamed in agony, tears streaming down your cheeks as you tried to pull away.

"Ah fuck yes," Thomas hissed, his voice thick with lust as he forced himself deeper inside of you. "I knew you'd like it rough."

"No, stop," you cried, your voice hoarse from screaming. But Thomas only laughed in response.

"Come on, Love. You know you like it," he sneered, grinding himself deeper into you.

The pain was unbearable, but you knew that fighting him would only make things worse. So you lay there, limp and sobbing, as Thomas took his pleasure from you.

"Your arse is so fucking tight," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"My cock barely fits inside," he bit out, gripping your hips tightly before lifting you up a little in order to fuck you harder.

"This ass was made for me, for taking my cock," Tommy told you, his voice almost guttural as he dug his fingers into your soft flesh, bruising you as he fucked you relentlessly with nothing stopping him, certainly not your tearful sobs and pleas.

"And I am going to fill it up with my cum now, eh?"

Tommy grunted, reaching around to fist your hair with one hand while the other continued to molest your breast.

"Shall I paint your insides with my seed, Love?" he asked, thrusting mercilessly into you, causing you to whimper in pain.

You felt your body being pushed to its limits as Tommy rammed his cock deep inside of you, again and again, totally ignoring the tears streaming down your face and the sobs you struggled to suppress.

The excruciating pain in your anus threatened to consume your entire being, and the sensation of him ripping through you was unbearable.

However, you knew that you had no choice but to endure it - Tommy had made it clear that your life as his sex slave would be filled with this kind of suffering.

"Goddammit Love," Thomas muttered, his thrusts faltering as he felt his orgasm building deep within him. "You're so fucking tight."

Then without warning, his grip on your hips tightened viciously and he buried himself deep inside of you, crying out loudly as he came, filling you up with his hot and sticky semen.

You gasped as he jerked inside of you, the feeling of his release overwhelming you. But even as he emptied himself into your body, Thomas showed no signs of tenderness or consideration.

As soon as he caught his breath, he withdrew from you with a grunt, leaving you feeling sore and violated.

Despite the pain, not a single word of protest escaped your lips. Instead, you bit back a whimper, trembling uncontrollably as you tried to hold yourself together. But as his semen dripped down your thighs, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of despair wash over you.

Tommy had bought you as a sex slave, but the reality of your situation was far more brutal than you could have ever imagined. You were his now and you had no way of escaping again.

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holybibly · 9 months ago

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let me just say sadistic dom Yeosang is driving me fucking crazy. like just imagine he’s this soft spoken, polite gentleman in public but the second you guys are alone be ready to be fucking wrecked.

god he will drive you fucking crazy with the number of times he’ll edge you.

“come on baby you can take another one.”

he lives off of just hearing your whiny moans and your little mewls every time he hits that’s one place that makes you see fucking stars.

you can tell this man has taken up my entire brain at this point.

And here is another of my brave bunnies. Hey baby, how are you?

Mmm, sadistic Yeosang with that angelic face, yes, yes, yes and a thousand times more yes.

As Yeosang's thin, long fingers squeezed your throat, you whimpered loudly and shook your head weakly from side to side. Vague dark spots appear and disappear throughout the night as he tightens and loosens his grip on your throat, enjoying the way he can control the way you breathe.

He especially enjoys watching your sweet face contort with painful pleasure, and it really gets him excited. He couldn't wait for you to come back from the award so that he could finally ruin you for good. All that sweet smiling and behaving so perfectly—he didn't care; all Yeosang could think about was you lying naked on his bed.

You gasp when he lets go of you, gasping for breath. All your nerves are tensed and tingling, as if electrified. The expression on his gorgeous face sends a shiver of excitement down your spine. He's just so fucking amazing.

Soft and needy, sultry and dark, cold and burning—Yeosang could choose any role he wanted, and you loved every single one of them to the point of madness.

But this new expression on his handsome face is one that has never been seen before. It is an intense, all-consuming, hot look that sends a shiver down the length of your spine.

As you feel your velvet walls flutter around Yeosang's cock, alerting you to the building sensation of an orgasm, your train of thought is interrupted. And it was no good.

"S-Sangie please."

"Yeah, Petal, I hear ya."

"C-Can you stop, please? I'm so sensitive; this is too much for me. I'm not going to be able to handle it if I cum again." You can barely manage to whisper it out; your throat is still a bit sore from his tight grip on you.

You see something dangerous sparkle in his normally gentle, sparkling eyes. He stops in the middle of his movements. There is a sigh of relief as you think he will stop now and release the tension from your muscles. You let out a hoarse cry as he throws your leg over his shoulder and bites the inside of your calf with a light nip. At this point, Yeosang could hardly be described as a cute puppy.

"Yeosang?" A gleam of hope in your eyes. You really can't stand it any longer. What was this orgasm—the third or fourth?

"Of course we'll pause, sweetheart. But first, you give me one more."

You whine as he rolls his hips around and watches with a smug smile as your eyes roll back into your head.

Yeosang lifts up your other leg so that it rests on his other shoulder. Your hands clench into the sheets, trying to find something to hold on to. But it doesn't help much. The muscles in your legs are twitching and spasming as you come again and lose count of how many.

Yeosang slows his rough pace, watching his cock disappear in and out of you. He hums softly with satisfaction as he sees how much of your cum coats his cock as he pulls it out of your used, sensitive cunt. And he thought of that all evening, while he had to be polite and courteous to everyone around him.

"Oh God, Yeosang, please, it hurts. I can't stand it any longer."

"It's too much for you, my darling? I think you can do this for me a lot more times than that."

He smirks, then leans in closer, nipping at your lower lip and folding you in half. You gasp as his hand tightens around your throat again. God, all those muscles aren't fucking kidding.

"Or do you just want to make me even more angry?"

Your eyes widen as he fucks you harder, faster, and deeper. Drowning in an endless ocean of pleasurable pain that borders on pleasure, you scream from your hypersensitivity.

"Yeosang! I can't take it!"

"Is it too much for your overstimulated cunt?"

"Y-yes, please."

"It's good, though, is it not?" he asks. Don't you love the way I screw you, my love?"

You sob openly as he fucks you harder, the muscles in your legs burning from straining and stretching.

"No, I-I love it. I love it when you use me, Sangie."

"There's my good girl. Cum for me one more time, darling."

"I can't!" You're literally on the verge of hysteria, but something in you still doesn't want to let him down. God, you've completely fooled him.

"Yes, you can. And you will."

Your hips lift slightly off the bed to meet his thrusts, and you feel your walls tighten around Yeosang's cock. With your vision fading and your whole body shaking, you moan long and hard as you come again. Yeosang moans so softly that it turns into a growl, causing your eyes to fly open as you see the desperate look on his face. He stops in his tracks, bites his lower lip hard, and fills you with his cum.

You whimper as he lowers your legs down until they are on either side of his hips, his hands releasing your neck. His hands are released from around your neck, and you take a full, deep breath.

"I told you that you could do it, my darling."

Yeosang kisses you too tenderly and pulls out, watching with a sense of self-satisfaction as his cum oozes out of your pussy.

"Are you going to tell me what it was that made you so angry that you decided to literally fuck the life out of me?"

"Nothing really; it's just you, darling."

#ateez smut #kpop smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez x reader #yeosang smut #ateez fanfic #kang yeosang smut

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ilys00ga · 10 months ago

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𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

➞ pair: yoongi x reader.

➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.

➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.

➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)

ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33

★ MASTERLIST.

ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.

How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?

Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.

He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.

His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.

Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.

He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.

He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?

He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.

One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.

With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”

You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.

Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.

As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.

Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.

Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.

Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”

You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.

He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”

Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.

Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”

“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”

He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.

At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.

Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.

Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.

Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.

It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.

Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.

“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.

“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.

There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”

You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.

He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.

“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.

Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.

Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.

"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.

The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.

"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.

"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.

#yoongi x reader #yoongi #bts #yoongi scenarios #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #bts scenarios #bts yoongi #yoongi angst #hurt/comfort #suga fluff #bts fluff #suga angst #suga fic #abandoment issues #bts imagines #bts fic

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tervaneula · 5 months ago

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Okay call me crazy but it's 5 AM and am thinking about YOUR leo x usagi (sue me/lh) but listen here... Listen.. Listen...

I love my fluff like my France fries dipped in sauce 🩷

So i thought of about one of your previous NQK chapters where leo tries to wake up but can't because he's just exhausted or burned out but he have to!

When he was with his family - after going back in the past - he somewhat had to wake up and do something unless his family would get worried about him but after marrying his honeybun Usagi?

I can imagine leo feeling guilty like " I need to do something today, something productive... Doesn't matter what " and Usagi whom sleeping next to him is like " Do you have too? " Like Usagi has no problem spending the whole day with his hubby, cuddling in bed, having a nice breakfast in bed (bet they feed each other) and doing bad flirts and top it off with saying how much they love each other as they share kisses.

You know. YOU KNOW. This has been my go-to comfort ask for over a month now and it's been so, so needed. Thank you so much for sending it. It's beautiful.

And now that I haven't been well, I needed even more comfort so I wrote a little ~800 word thing for it :') <3

Leonardo blinks.

And blinks again.

His blurry gaze sharpens slowly, the switched-off ceiling light above him coming into focus little by little. He takes a deep breath and slowly lets it out, finally closing his eyes.

He doesn't know how long he's lain awake just staring at the ceiling, unseeing, barely hearing the rain outside, the thoughts inside his head yelling at him to get up. Get up, be useful, get up, get up, get up.

He can't get up and he can't make the voices go away. He's stuck and he can't do anything about it, his fists clench in the sheets, a frustrated sob forcing its way out of his dry throat–

"Mmh, Leo? How long have you been awake?"

Leonardo twitches his head to the side and sees two brown eyes glinting in the low light of the late morning, looking at him, fuzzy from sleep but intent, and a brow furrowed in concern. He tries to reply but he swallows the words instead, closing his eyes again with a barely-there shake of his head.

He hears a soft hum, feels the mattress next to him shift and soon two arms are wrapping around his neck, a warm weight settling on his chest. Yuichi nuzzles his cheek, then his neck, and presses his face against him. His fur is so soft on Leonardo's scales.

"You don't have to get up, you know," the white rabbit murmurs, voice gentle but still rough from sleep, "we've nothing to do today."

Leonardo disagrees.

"...breakfast."

"There's cereal in the cupboard and berries in the fridge."

Leonardo huffs at the straightforward reply and somehow that spark of amusement lets him finally regain control of his own body. Yuichi has trapped his right arm under him but the left one is free to move, and he moves it straight up to bury his fingers into his partner's sleep-fluffed hair. He earns a soft chitter for it and he purrs in response, feeling a sorely needed warmth spreading from his chest outward.

Yuichi forbids him from getting out of bed, getting up himself, and bringing a tray filled with various low-effort breakfast items with him when he comes back. There's the promised cereal along with a carton of yoghurt, a big bowl of assorted berries, a bunch of grapes, a cold coffee drink and two glasses of orange juice.

Leonardo drags himself upright and the tray is carefully set on his thighs. Yuichi burrows under the blankets, emerging right next to him and pulling the tray towards him so they both have equal access.

"Well then," the rabbit smiles, light and loving and loved. "Dig in!"

They finish eating, unhurried and comfortably silent, content to enjoy the taste on their tongues and the warmth of each other's presence. Yuichi picks up the emptied dishes and moves them to the floor, then turns back to Leonardo, grinning from ear to ear.

"Guess what's next?"

"We… get up?"

"Nope!"

It's late afternoon when Leonardo wakes up. He stirs slowly, indulgently, so very different from before, feeling warm and cosy between his mate's arms. His beak is buried in silky soft fur, his head cradled in an embrace so gentle it's as if he's something precious, something to be treasured and held with utmost care.

He's been on the verge of tears the whole morning – well, the whole day at this point – and they finally start to fall. It's a quiet cry, merely a release of the anxious energy that's finally letting him out of its grasp, a relief.

He breathes in Yuichi's scent, comforted and– and happy, he thinks, so very happy.

No matter how cruel Leonardo's mind is to him, Yuichi makes sure to never judge. They both have their bad days, Leonardo's being worse but it's never been a problem for the rabbit.

He looks at him and accepts him and is there for him, for better or for worse.

He reminds him that it's alright to take it slow. It's alright to just exist.

He loves him, his jagged edges and gooey core, the whole of him.

And Leonardo knows he loves Yuichi more than he could ever put into words, more than his actions could ever express.

More than there are stars in the sky.

Leonardo doesn’t know what he’s done to deserve a love like this but for once in his life, he doesn’t question it. This good thing that he has, this new life he’s built with his family strong by his side – it’s not something to doubt, to ruin by stubbornly waiting for the other shoe to drop. He feels deep in his chest that this is it.

This is it for him, and no matter if he’s earned it or not, he will hold onto it with everything he’s got.

(he holds onto Yuichi just a little bit tighter.)

#stares at the post now button sweating from the mortifying ordeal of being known #if anyone's worried i'm okay! just burnt out and it's not doing any favours for my depression so you know. i'm surviving <3 #leoichi #tervdrabbles #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #rottmnt au #nqk adjacent #ficlet: taking it slow #rise of the tmnt #samurai rabbit #usagi chronicles #yuichi usagi #usagi yuichi #peepaw yuichi #peepaw leo #future leo #future leonardo #i got stuck on the lie lay verbs and have no idea if i used the right one why is english like this lmfao

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system-network · 2 months ago

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The Small Cabin

Ermm, I may have gotten attached to my little drabble I made and now I kinda want to write about it more.. also this is more so found family than an x Reader!! If I use the x Reader tag it's probably just to get reach on here, my bad chat

<<Part 3>>

Muzzles and Hoodies

Sharp breaths left your mouth.

You were running through the forest, your legs forcing you to keep going.

It's been hours you think. Only one thought running through your mind, Keep moving.

Your body started aching, feet bleeding as bits of glass cut through your skin. You moved sluggishly throughout the forest, your eyes becoming heavy as the sun set.

It was dark once you sat down on the forest floor, letting your body take a rest from hours of moving. You wanted to curl up on yourself, your body begging to slip into unconsciousness.

A low clicking noise stopped you though, you held your breath as you listened to any more sounds.

After a while another clicking sound broke the silence, this time it was louder than before and you could hear dry leaves crunching underneath feet.

You couldn't stop the tears that left your eyes, I've been caught, I can't run now-

Thoughts filled your head as more crys left your mouth, the footsteps only became louder. You covered your ears, nails scratching the side of your head as you tried to make yourself as small as possible.

Squeezing your eyes shut as tears ran down your face, please go away, please-

The footsteps stopped, you knew that they were now in front of you. You sat waiting, waiting for whoever stood in front of you to grab you.

But that didn't happen.

Something heavy and soft covered your feet, making you flinch.

Curiosity was eating at you. Why won't they leave? What did they give you? Why aren't they grabbing you?

You slowly prayed your hands away from your face, you didn't look at the person standing next to you. Your eyes landed onto whatever the person gave you.

It was a hoodie?

You looked up at the person this time, confusion on your face.

The man was tall, almost boyish-looking; but it was definitely a grown man.

He wore dirty brown boots, the bottoms of them covered in dried mud. He had black pants that were also covered in mud, the fabric around his knees were worn down. The man also wore a plain black T-shirt.

Your eyes finally drifted up to his face.

It was mostly covered, golden goggles covering his eyes as shaggy brown hair covered his forehead. The most interesting part about his appearance was the muzzle that was on his face.

The bars of the muzzle were close together, it looked like he couldn't fit his fingers through them if he wanted to.

“W-what are you doing out he-here-?” The man asked, his arm twitching as it hit his leg involuntary.

You opened your mouth to speak, but you couldn't. Your throat was raw from not drinking water for days on end.

You tried again but only ended up making yourself cough. The coughing only made your throat even more sore, the pain shooting through you.

Doubling over, you continued to cough your lungs out. A burning sensation forced its way out of your mouth as you puked.

The burning sensation didn't stop as you continued to throw up on the forest floor, choked sobs managed to leave your mouth as you took deep breaths.

You soon felt hands on your forearms, forcing you to sit up straight. The man looked at you with furrowed brows, his mouth was moving but you couldn't understand the words he spoke.

Sobs continued to leave your mouth as you leaned into the man's hold. You didn't even know this man, but it was better than going back to wherever you came from.

The man tensed as you rested against him as you continued to cry. You heard shuffling as the man grabbed the hoodie again, he forced you off of himself gently.

“Up,” he said as he helped you move your arms.

He quickly forced the hoodie over your head and arms, the warmth of the fabric made you melt as you sniffled.

The man seemed like he was debating with himself for a few minutes before he decided what to do.

He slowly reached underneath your legs and back, picking you up in his arms.

He started to walk, you didn't know what direction he was walking towards; but you couldn't find it in yourself to care.

Your eyes grew heavy again, the warmth of the hoodie and the man's body soothed you. The quiet crunching of the leaves underneath his feet didn't help.

This was the first time in a while you felt safe. Your body curled slightly in his hold as you closed your eyes, letting sleep develop your body.

#creepypasta #creepypasta fandom #ticci toby #toby rogers #reader insert #found family #x reader but not really...#platonic x reader #tim masky #creepypasta x reader #tim marble hornets #tim wright #brian marble hornets #brian thomas #brian hoodie #marble hornets

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sabokunsmalia · 1 year ago

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featuring: vinsmoke sanji x fem!reader content warning: smut (mdni!!), masturbation, semi-public, slight degradation hi it's malia: those ideas just randomly pop into my head, i can't help it. it's quite ridiculous but well, enjoy babes

burning cigarette hanging loosely between his lips, sanji used a long spoon to stir the soup he cooked for the past two hours. luffy ordered a celebration for tonight, after defeating another enemy with the created alliances. a feast, and sanji was happy to prepare meals for new guests. satisfied faces were his sweetest pleasure. the kitchen was in pure silence, the sole sound was the boiling soup and the sizzling steaks in the oiled pan.

seated on the wooden table, feet propped up on the sole material and the legs spread further apart behind sanji's back. exactly how he instructed you to properly sit and watch closely how gently he placed the different dishes on the cold plates. squelching sounds filled his ears, the corners of his mouth lifted and a smirk spread across his face. a sound so familiar to him, so beloved by the cook. two of your slender fingers entered your wet hole, and left immediately to brush simple circles over your puffy bud.

sanji's instructions were clear, he was listening closely to the changes in your behavior. how your inhales have gotten deeper, how the exhales have gotten shakier, and how the pace of your fingers quickened while pushing into your sweet pussy. th sounds erupting from your dry throat were an alluring melody to his ears, attempting to resist helping you with reaching a long overdue orgasm.

"sanji, i need," you panted between needy whines, eyes rolling to the back but never hitting the right spot inside of you. "i need your help, please," you pleaded with the master cook, another try to capture his attention but the blonde just chuckled. so deeply, so quietly, almost too devilish to be made of bones and skin.

"should have thought about that request before teasing me at breakfast this morning," sanji's voice was calm, without any unexpected highs or lows in his tone. nothing bothered him, not even the chance to watch his girlfriend play with her puffy clit on the table behind him. you wanted to wait, wanted to wait until the little celebration passed the time when everyone was too drunk to care. but that idea did not play out very well as sanji prepared punishment for your actions pretty quickly.

a deep breath coaxed out of your chest, you did not know what kind of emotion filled your stomach. disappointment because he wasn't even glancing over his shoulder? regret for being way too needy and not respecting his words? maybe guilt for being foolish enough to think you would leave without punishment.

your eyes fluttered close as your fingers curled, pressing deeper into the soreness and warmth of your pussy. but the fireworks never exploded, the spark never burned and the high which approached you died down way too quickly again. "sanji ple-"

words interrupted by large fingers wrapped around your throat, pressing together tightly but gently and forcing you to swallow the syllables you could not speak. "can't even take the punishment right, hm?" the cigarette stuck to his dried bottom lip, the smoke floating through the thick air between the two of you. he took a drag, blowing it straight into your face without a sense of care. "always needing my help," he tsked as the white cancer stick left his mouth, landing in the ashtray of the kitchen.

wiping his long fingers on the sky blue apron around his waist, sanji's blown-out pupils anchored completely on your face. he knew your body perfectly, each curve and each little scar as your fingers were pushed away by his. soft tips pressed against the hardened bud, already engulfing in the wetness you firmly spread across your cunt while pushing and circling wildly. "so dirty, so nasty," the cook chuckled, starting with soft figure eights.

his pace did not matter at all, as soon as sanji's hands touched you, it felt so different from the rough and needy movements of your own digits. "oh sanji," you moaned, head falling back into the neck and lips parted slightly. one hand flatly placed on the wooden table behind you to keep your posture steady, the other placed on the white fabric which wrapped up his upper arm nicely.

"need my help, little girl, mh?" he leaned down further, palm flatly placed on the table between your spread legs as his face reached the same height as yours. his warm breath fanned over the tip of your nose and your lips, smelling the cigarettes but also the sweet scent of the red wine, he drank while cooking. "need your help, yes," you nodded your head, repeatedly and eagerly. sanji's teasing was worse than having to handle your desires by yourself.

"i will help you, princess, it was all i wanted to hear," sanji's rough voice became the loving melody again, which you've gotten used to during the relationship. he was whispering sweet promises, as you felt his fingertips wandering from your clit towards your entrance. easily, the first quarter slipped inside without warning or preparation.

"now let me hear you say my name,"

oh, it was like the devil sat on his broad shoulders, laughing to himself as the long fingers of your favorite cook entered you completely.

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volturissideslut · 1 year ago

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Hiya, I love your writing so much :) Could I request some hcs of poly volturi kings with a reader who is rlly overwhelmed and stressed with work and school, thanks x

𝖁𝖔𝖑𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖎 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 (𝕻𝖔𝖑𝖞)

Wow, two days in a row? Maybe I actually am coming back. This one turned out a bit Aro heavy, but Marcus and caius are still mentioned romantically.

A frustrated huff was all you could give as your hair fell infront of your face again

Your eyes were burning, strained from the textbook you had been staring at for - how long had it been now?

With a glance out the window you could see the clear starry night. It was a beautiful scene really. It would be nice to go and look at the stars with Caius again,he seemed to know them all, name; story; constellation.

Too bad

University was kicking your butt right now, and you couldn't afford the distraction.

With a sigh your hair was once again lipped back, pen in hand, textbook and notebook open and-

"Cara mia, what are you doing awake?"

What was most concerning to Aro when he walked in was the way you had to rub your sore eyes just to clearly see him. His darling should never be depriving herself of anything, and clearly he hasn't spoiled you enough himself if that hasn't gotten through to you

"I'll sleep later Aro, Right now I just need to-"

"No" There was no room for argument in his tone, "Nonsense. Off to bed now, my love. You should have slept hours ago"

And somehow he always has a way of breaking down your walls because without even knowing it, you find yourself crying.

"Aro- please. I need to get this done." your chest heaves as you try and breathe deeply despite the tight coil that finds itself around your lungs and throat

"Let me take care of you." he demands, and you can't help but find yourself giving in. "Marcus knows all of this. Whatever you need to know, hell teach you. Whatever you are doing now he'll help with, he'd do it on your behalf if that is what you wished. For now, let me take care of you"

With the minimal fight you had left in you, you gave a weak "I can't push this onto Marcus, that isn't fair. He shouldn't have to-" only to be interrupted once again.

In your sleep deprived state, your bleary eyes and overwork brain hadn't seen Marcus himself come in. "I shouldn't have to what, Tesoro? Help my mate? Share something that I myself enjoy with them? Listen to Aro, look after yourself. It'll be done by morning"

The stern look he gave you left no room to get in a word, only left to look tiredly back at him as he leaned against the walls, arms crossed and unimpressed

Fed up with you still not being in bed, Aro took it upon himself to just carry you.

"Just you wait until morning, when Caius hears what you've done to yourself" he chuckles to himself as he plops you down, beginning to help you undress and re-dress

"Im not getting let out of bed tomorrow, am I?" you groan, though it's obvious you're not really unhappy. Would a day of being pampered by him really be all that bad?

#twilight #volturi #twilight renascence #x reader #headcannons #twilight saga #hc #marcus volturi #caius volturi #aro volturi #marcus volturi x reader #caius volturi x reader #aro volturi x reader #volturi kings #volturissideslut #volturisideslut

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rarestdoll · 11 months ago

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a sight for sore eyes (pt.1)

prompt: mizu just can't seem to escape you no matter how hard she tries, even in her dreams

tags: lesbian, 18+, black fem!reader, using she/he pronouns for mizu, they/them for reader!

warnings: none yet! nsfw in later chapters!

with that, mizu makes her arrival around midnight, just as shop is about to close. slipping through the alleyways and back roads, she heads straight for the noodle shop. she half wonders if ringo will want to see her, especially for all the time she's been gone and for her lack of letters. she knows ringo is soft hearted with an even softer soul so it wouldn't be out of his nature to be upset over something like that especially when it came to mizu. the thought of it makes her brow knit together, frown forming at the edges of her mouth, nervous to see her friend(s) again. she takes a deep breath of the cold air, letting the crisp shock her back into a somewhat calm state, and she steps into the restaurant.

chest first she is met with hot soba broth, colliding head on with something- no someone soft, and bowls are sent flying to the floor. she doesn't even have time to react before the person has their hands all over her, dabbing and wiping with a cloth that seemed to have come from nowhere while spewing out a rapid mixture of curse words and apologies, the first directed at themselves while the later are at her.

“i'm so fucking sorry sir, i didn't even see you there! i must've been so wrapped up in my head and then you suddenly appeared and i’m the only one in shop right now and i…” mizu is barely paying at attention to the words coming from the person SHE bumped into, only able to stare at the gloss coating plump lips, the rich brown of their skin, the shine of their dark spiraling coils and even shinier brown eyes. she doesn't know what to do with herself, heart beating almost dangerously fast to the point where she finds herself reaching up to clutch her chest to as if to slow it down. she feels hot all over, not just from the noodles but something else, like she's sitting in a suffocatingly hot iron cauldron and she can't find enough moisture in her mouth to swallow down the huge lump that's formed in her throat.

“uhhh i um” she says dumbly, finally finding her voice and hoping the person she's blathering in front of doesn't notice the cracks in it. “no i'm sorry i was not watching where i was going and i did not check twice before entering and i swear i am usually not this clumsy and uh…” she trails off lamely as the person laughs melodically, eyes twinkling in mirth and curiosity and mizu thinks she's never seen anything prettier than the sight before her now.

mizu doesn't realize that she's still clutching her chest until the stranger reaches out to unbind her hand from the front of her cloak, a look of concern crossing their face as they examine the huge wet spot on mizu’s clothing. mizu is taken aback by the gentleness, stomach flipping again for the second time today but this time for an entirely different reason, absentmindedly letting the strangers roam their hands further along her torso.

“are you feeling hurt anywhere? that food was very hot and i am sure you must have gotten burned from its temperature, would it be alright for me to take you to the back to take a look at any possible injuries?” the stranger questions sincerely, face knit with worry and round eyes so big it reminds her of a baby doe and she wants to smooth out the creases in their forehead. adorable. a voice chimes in her head making her eyes widen in both denial and realization. she feels the burn of eyes of a few people leftover in the shop on her and quickly moves to distance herself from the stranger, shaking her head so hard that she almost strains it.

“no,” she manages out, fixing the front of her cloak to ensure that her bindings aren't showing from the stranger’s hand musing her clothes about. “i'm fine, is there any way i can repay you for the spilled food and for your kindness?”

the stranger's face slips back into the same from before, curiosity overpowering amusement more than anything, a kind smile gracing their glossed lips once more. “the boss is away for a few hours to run a few late night errands, if you would be so kind to help me finish the dinner rush and then i could treat you to a nice bowl of soba, a hot bath, and some company and that will make things even, do you accept?”

mizu rolls the idea around in her head a few times, deciding if this was even a good idea given what she originally came here for. seeing that is was trickling down to closing time and there were quite a few people left in the restaurant, maybe the stranger did genuinely need assistance so why not. thoughts about what could come after filled mizu’s mind and she found it even harder to say no now.

“alright, i will help you. however, would it be possible for me to receive a change of clothes, it seems that mine are quite ruined now.” she says, plucking the now cooling broth soaked cloth away from her skin in slight distaste, now smelling like soy and green onion.

the stranger only laughs at this, turning lightly on their heel to lead mizu towards the back end of the shop, slipping into the storage area to hand mizu what looked like cleaning supplies before rounding their way back into the kitchen, “oh there is no need to change silly, you will only get messier until closing! now would you be so kind to clean up the spill that you made and then once your done you can help me re-serve that order to our waiting customers!”

“what the fuck have i gotten myself into?”

once the door flaps shut behind the final customer, mizu slumps onto the nearest floor cushion, rubbing tiredly at her wrists. she hadn't worked this hard since she first started to train, wrists aching pathetically from the amount of soba laden bowls she had carried in the last hour. you had introduced yourselves to each other earlier and mizu could feel her face redden when you repeated her own name back to her in a giddy tone, eager to finally be able to put a name to her face. she feels slightly guilty, ashamed to be thinking of another person this way when she should be focusing on finding her friends. but for some reason she just can’t bring herself to care too much at the moment. she will find them first thing in the morning and besides she can’t turn down a hot meal and equally as hot bath (although she’s looking forward to being in your presence more). sighing as she settles herself into a reclined position on the floor, she scans the room looking for your silk robe clad form, fingers twitching when she spies you across the room tending to the leftover dishes in the wash area. she wants to help you but you scolded her like a child, telling her to wait for you to be finished then you both could eat. her stomach growls in remembrance and she frowns lightly, wanting nothing more than for you to be finished. like she's hoping for something, more than dinner and some fresh clothes, more than just company. her ears burn at the thought and she forcibly shakes it from her mind, guiltily flicking her eyes towards you in hopes that you didn't somehow read her mind.

“you know, i used to watch you sometimes.” you pipe suddenly, hands still sink deep in dish water. you continue to scrub, lips quirking up into a solemn smile at the reminiscence, “up in the mountains, training your heart out, always wondered just exactly who was this onryō that everyone was so scared of. but you were not the only one who was an outcast.” you speak calmly, like you've already rehearsed what you wanted to say, but with a certain sadness that mizu recognized, akin her own. she hears the small shake in your voice as you continue, “as a child i spent so much in kohama’s forest. my father’s sister grew up on the outskirts of the town, hidden away from prying eyes because she looked almost exactly like me, which in turn meant i too was hidden away. i lived with her for most of my life, until i turned eighteen then i was sold off to a group of bandits in kyoto.” mizu feels herself dim at the mention of the men, already knowing what you mean without you having to even fully explain it. “‘i never seen a creature like you before’ they would say.” you fidget uncomfortably, shaking the shudder that started to rack through your body, pushing yourself on for the sake of getting to the point. “what i’m saying is, i’ve see you since i was a kid. i think we are both the same in a lot of ways, except i’ve never raised a sword in my life. i did, however, end up slaughtering those men. a few tried to have their way with me while i slept so i slit their throats with my kitchen knife in return.”

this punches a surprised laugh out of mizu, not because she didn't believe that you would do that but because she knew you could. “i’m not sure why you are telling me any of this but i am glad that you managed to escape from there. those scum deserved nothing but what they had coming to them.”

“oh it was ringo that actually helped me. funny thing is, the big sweetheart ended up killing more men than me!”

the mention of her friend makes her shoot up from the floor, making her way into your space in less than five strides. the strength of her grip as she grasps your wrists in near desperate manner makes you gasp harshly, not at all expecting her hands to be so inhumanly cold.

“ringo?! you know ringo?!”

“well yes! he owns the shop, meaning he is my boss. he should be back soon!” a wide grin graces mizu’s face at the news. seems like what she was looking for has been here all along! she slumps her shoulders in relief as if a huge weight has been lifted off of them. you eyes follow her curiously, faintly wondering what business a lone samurai has with ringo but mizu just smiles loosening her hold on you slightly to guide you away the sink back towards the seating area.

“you sit down, you have helped me enough today. i'm going to make dinner and no don't make that face i've had my share of lessons from ringo so i won't poison you i swear. i would however appreciate those clothes you promised and a hot bath, if you could be so kind?”

a/n: here’s the first chapter! so sorry for the delay i’ve been very sick and i’m just now feeling well enough to work on this again! hope u enjoy ^__^

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