#or just like trace your nails all over his back yk?

[teddybeartoji]

toji is NEVERRRR beating the big cat allegations . never

[sugarverse]

𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝙾𝚞𝚝, 𝚃𝚠𝚘 📖 📕

word count: 6.1k

mentions of: reader crying during sex, vulgar words like cunt lol, smut, calls the reader angel, baby, slut, other pet names I think. kinda dub-con? reader says stop in an overwhelmed way but not a genuine "get off me" way

authors note: the smut is right after the date finishes,  I'm sure no one needs reasoning on why he's a little ooc but heres it anyway. I like to believe as he gets older he has a degradation thing for others. yk you get bullied for fucking ever you'd like to be in control, and for christ sakes he's 25 in this, he's not gonna be the same stuttering beginner deku. kay thats all lmfao

part one! moodboard for the fic by @fizziedoodle

“Welcome back, Mr. Midoryia!” The older brunette said happily, she looked to be in her early 40s, standing tall as her eyes roamed down his body before searching down the list. “You brought a woman this time, Finally not a business deal?” She joked, smiling at you happily. “Your dress looks stunning,” She says to you before meeting eyes with Izuku. He was obviously flustered, a big hand going to rub his neck once more.

“Its for 6:30, Miss Jacklynn.” She waved him off, “Don’t get all proper because you have a cute date. You know the deal,” She grabbed two menus and silverware, walking you both around the corner where a live band had been playing. Music and echoes of laughter filled the dining room. It must have been muffled by the walls near the hostess stand because it seemed way louder than before. You squint slightly as you adjust to the noise, watching the hostess set the table accordingly. “Your waitress will be here shortly,” Izuku let you sit first, sitting across from you with a big grin on his face. “Hope you enjoy!” Jacklynn chirped, winking at the two of you before walking back to the hostess stand.

“Who’s that?” You ask, looking around and smiling under the bright lights. You were trying to hide the annoyed look you wanted to keep on your face, it was unnecessary for that chick to keep babbling after Izuku already looked flustered. But you knew not to overreact right away. You scooch into the booth, sitting onto the comfy red seats. You traced the designs in the dark wood table with your nail, looking up to see him again.

“She normally helps me get deals whenever we have big hero galas here.. She’s always helping my table and stopping by extra to help. She's a really good friend!” He opened  and closed the menu slightly, hearing the click noise it made. Your eyes trailed back to him, nodding and opening your own menu. You kept your thoughts to yourself, looking for the drink options. 

He already knew exactly what he wanted, opening his menu to the drink page and placing it next to you. "Do you like wine?“ He pointed to the list of wine bottles, then moved to the other side of the page. "They have good margaritas too, if that’s more your thing?”

You close your own menu, leaning over his slightly to read the top. “I.. don't know,” You looked over the drink sections some more. There was so much to try, it was hard to see anything new to try. Maybe you just wanted a fruit cocktail or something? You were tired of trying something new and not liking it. There had just been words to describe the drinks which really doesn't help, No pictures. It just seems easier to look at a drink and say you want that instead. You bite your cheek, trying to decide. 

“I was going to get a Cadillac Margarita.. Kacchan comes in and gets the fanciest he can- But the first few times we went drinking, he told me to try it and I havent tried anything else since. If you want, I can buy two and you can get whatever else you want if you don’t like it? If that sounds good?” He stared down at you, grinning ear to ear. 

You hummed softly in agreement, watching your nails as they tapped against the wood. “I was going to say a more confident yes, But I don’t like lime like that. I’m not gonna waste an entire drink because I'm picky.. I found a pineapple one I can drink!” You pointed to the menu, seeing the small description read something about it tasting like a fancier pina colada. “You get your fancy ass drink and I’ll take a sip. You can try mine too!” 

“I get sugar around the rim. You okay with that?” He asks, he hadn’t broken eye contact yet, watching you look at his lips then back to his eyes. You hummed a soft agreement once again, smirking a bit at his seemingly still flustered state. “Good Evening you two!”

A voice interrupted, causing you both to look over at the woman. “My name is Emilie, Do you know what you want to drink tonight?”

Izuku nodded, showing off that pro-hero smile he wore mostly for cameras. “Yes Ma’am! I wanted a Cadillac Margarita with sugar around the rim, In a fishbowl glass if you have it, Thank you!” The waitress looked at you, smiling and quickly scribbling down what Izuku had ordered.

“And for you miss?” You smiled. “A pineapple margarita on the rocks with salt around the rim,” You shot Izuku a teasing glance. “A regular glass is fine with me.” 

She nodded, writing that down as well. “Any appetizers for you two?” He chuckled, moving pages of the menu back and forth. “We’re still looking, But I’m assuming yes.”

“Perfect! I’ll be back with your drinks!” She left, looking down at her notepad. You open your menu to look as well, trying to find the section that looked the most appealing. It seemed like the menu went on for ages. 

“You wanna try the calamari?” Izuku suggests as he finally leans back into his seat to relax.

You rolled your eyes. “You know this stupid thing like the back of your hand. We can get.. Whatever that is. Don’t tell me until I eat it!” You finally found genuine entrees, hearing him laugh loudly at your statement.

“I wont, I wont. You want filet mignon? I know you said you like steak.. I wanted to get some Nigiri and Maki. So you can try both if you want?” Your eyes grew wide, nodding. 

“Of course I want filet mignon!” You said happily, shutting the menu. You already knew your sides were going to be asparagus and mashed potatoes. Nothing too complicated and food you know is hard to fuck up.

“I’ll order everything when she gets back. What else would you like?” He chirped, shutting his menu and setting it on the edge of the table next to you. You crossed your arms. “What makes you think I can’t do it myself?”

He laughed, knowing you were kidding. It didn’t take away from the dark look in his eyes. “Don’t be a brat, Tell me what you want to eat y/n..” Your eyes widened, going to retort to his comment before the waitress placed your drinks down. Izuku began telling her what you both had wanted to eat, glancing at you to see how you wanted it cooked. You were sorta still in shock, mouthing the way you wanted it cooked and your sides to him as he ordered. You sipped your drink, squinting at him and setting it down. He took a sip of his own before reaching over to take yours. 

The comment still rang in your ears, a smirk resting on your face as you grazed your tongue over your teeth. “You wanna swap spit with me already?” You joke, taking his glass with both hands. It looked like a genuine fish bowl with a stem.. There was no way he was finishing this whole thing. You licked a small part of the rim, taking a sip as your face scrunched up. You pushed the glass towards him, laughing and shaking your head a few times. “That’s fuckin’ strong Izuku- Oh my god-” You laughed, covering your cough before listening to your nails tapping at the glass.

The words fell from his mouth quicker than he could correct them, “I would gladly swap more than just spit with you.” You felt your face heat up, staring at him for a moment. He thought he had mumbled it, standing slightly to swap your drinks. He watched your manicured hand grab his tie loosely before he could sit back down. Your gaze stayed on his lips, hearing both hands be placed onto the table with small taps of your nails. He leaned forward, giving you a small kiss on your lips. It felt right. Was a kiss what you wanted?

You smile, kissing back and tugging his tie closer to you before he could pull away to give some lame peck. He felt his face burn, pulling away slowly and sitting down with a happy, almost woozy, grin on his face. He looked down at his drink, picking the glass up between his fingers and bringing it up to his lips. “You kiss like an angel. I thought I was in trouble at first..” He laughed to himself, bringing his drink to his lips once more.

You watched his facial expression change as he felt your heel creep up his leg and to his thigh. He didn't say anything, taking another big sip before setting the glass back onto the table. You watched his face turn cherry red, looking at you like he needed to speak. He opened his legs a bit more, feeling the tip of your heel rub against his inner thigh. You scoot down in your seat, heel now against his bulge. “The opposite of trouble, ‘zuku..” You flash an innocent smile, moving your foot side to side against him slightly.

He groaned, covering it with a small cough and another drink. A big hand suddenly grabs your ankle, yanking it towards his stomach so you slip downward in your seat. “You're playing with fire, honey.. Too many people around.” He leaned over the table to speak in a low voice, rubbing the soft skin of your calf before setting your foot back onto the ground. You smile, the tip of your heel slipping into his pant leg slightly as you rubbed against him.  

Malachite eyes watching your pretty lips sip at your straw, long eyelashes batting up at him. He couldn't wait to get out of here. The calamari came to the table, along with a few plates by someone other than your waitress just to scurry off. “I say try it with the sauce and then without..” He scooted closer to the table, adjusting himself in his pants as discreetly as he could.

“Ill try both just for you..” You tease, trying the calamari. It wasn’t half bad! I mean, It was fried but it was still kinda… squishy? You looked up from the plate to see him already munching on a piece. “What is it?” You grabbed your fork, poking around the plate to see if you could determine for yourself what it was.

“Squid.” He ate another piece, watching your face scrunch up. He let out a loud laugh, covering his mouth with one hand so he hadn’t spat everywhere. “You didn’t look like it was that bad!” He couldn’t help it, your face was very expressive and he knew you didn't like the sound of that.

“Squid makes it so much more.. gross.” You tried another small piece with your fork, watching the waitress visit the table. You looked over at her, seeing Izuku from the corner of your eye straighten up.

“You guys like it?” She asked with a smile, looking back and forth between the two of you. Izuku nodded, answering for the both of you. He knew you didn’t really like it. But he didn’t want to say no. Maybe he’ll finish it off later? “I’m glad! I checked on your food and it will be out in no time!” You smiled, nodding as she walked to visit another one of her tables.

“You can bring it home.. I don’t know if this shit warms up well- I’ll pay for it.” You grabbed your bag, huffing and feeling his scarred hand reach across the table to lay against yours.

“Don’t, it’s okay. I told you I got it, angel.” He pulled your hand up to his lips for a kiss. He didn’t mind whatsoever, it was good! You smiled, messing with the cloth napkin that your silverware laid upon. He is so sweet..

“I could get used to being called angel..” You murmured, pulling out your phone. “We should at least take a picture! First dates are important!” You smile up at the hero before earning a smile back. You quickly got up, plopping right next to him. You extend your arm out, taking the picture as the two of you shined your teeth at the camera. You then took another, this one had just been you kissing him on the cheek. His face turned a bit red, not expecting it, but not minding. 

You sent the two photos to him, going to get up until he slid an arm tightly around your waist. You then see a hot plate of food being placed in front of the two of you. You giggled, staying tightly against him and watching the steam rise from your food before he got his sushi and lobster. 

You beamed, thanking the person who had brought you the food before grabbing your silverware and setting it next to you once more on his side of the table. Izuku chirped in a thank you as well before digging into his food. He cut off a small bite off of what he had just to put it to your lips. “Try it, I bet you’ll love it.” You huffed, opening your mouth slowly. It looked.. wet. Slimy even. Although it looked like it wouldn’t taste as good as it did.. You liked it!

You begin cutting your steak, “It’s good! You want a bite of my food?” You hold the fork out in case he said yes. He thought for a moment, finishing whatever he was chewing on to lean down and eat the bite you had given him. Steak wasn’t his favorite, but it was good too! You two shared a few more bites back and forth, finishing your own food of course. You both were stuffed! It was delicious and you were glad you were having such a good time.

You two were still leaning up against each other when the waitress bought the check. She stopped in her tracks a moment, deciding to give it to you since you sat outside the booth, Just for Izuku to kindly take it from your hands. You attempted to look at the price, but he didn’t even look! He placed his card in and handed the check back.

He looked down at you, staring at those pretty, full lips. He wanted them around his cock. Bad. That wasn't just the liquor talking either. He couldn't stop thinking about in the limo, it had been awhile since he's been with someone intimately and you were just so warm and inviting. “Hey Angel, You wanna watch a movie after this?” He rubbed his hand up your arm, silently asking to play with your hair. You leaned into his touch, watching him twirl the ends of your hair between his fingers.

“Sure, I’d love to..” You tapped the table with your nails. “Your place?” You had been all dolled up, it wasn’t really.. movie theater appropriate? You’d rather go to your/his place to chill out.

He nodded, kissing your cheek softly. “My place. You wanna change at my place too? I’ll give you some of my old clothes. I know you want this dress off fast..”

“Not as fast as you want it off.” You teased, watching the waitress come back. She handed the card and receipt to Izuku who seemed to be trying to keep it together. 

“I hope you two have a good night!” She spoke, attempting to scurry off before Izuku started speaking. He took the receipt and tucked it into his wallet along with his card, pulling out a fifty and handing it to the woman. “Here, I know you’re busy tonight. Thanks for takin’ care of us.” He smiled, watching her squeal and take it. “Thank you so much!” She laughed happily, running off to go tell her friends or.. whatever she was going to do. She’s not relevant to the story anymore-

You scooted out of the booth, putting your hand out for him to help him up. He scooped an arm around yours, walking right out the door. The limo was right outside, waiting for you two to get in. Did he text the driver? Had they been there the whole time? You didn’t give it much thought, watching Izuku open the door for you. You smiled at your reflection, reapplying lip gloss before climbing inside as Izuku followed. 

Almost immediately after he shut the door, he starts to speak. “Can.. Can I kiss you? On the lips again?” You could tell by his face he felt a bit flushed. You nodded, leaning up just for his big frame to pull you up out of your seat by your hips. He sat you on his lap, pressing his lips against yours feverishly. 

You whimpered after feeling how needy he was for just a kiss. It was sloppy.. But it was so passionate at the same time. You began to sit up a bit more, feeling him place a hand onto your thigh. You were still much smaller than him, having to sit on his lap for a proper kiss. He is so fucking strong.. Picking me up like it wasn’t nothin’. You thought to yourself.

He slowly opened his eyes, staring at you with a cloudy, hazy look. He wanted to see if there were any signs of resistance.. But after you hadn’t pulled away, He closed them once more. He couldn’t stop tugging on the silky fabric of your dress, it was so soft.. He wanted to rip it off your body. Would you let him? He’ll buy you a new one. He swears by it.

You began running your hands through those pretty dark green curls. Hearing him letting out soft whimpers before mumbling something against your lips. The next thing you knew, the hero was shoving his tongue down your throat. You made sure to keep him close, feeling your poor clit rubbing against his bulge from his impatient movements. Despite not trying to, you let out a few moans as well. Tugging even harder on his curls. He groaned, letting his eye peak open slightly at the feeling of the limo arriving at his place. 

He pulled away from you, panting quietly as he planted another soft kiss onto your forehead. He had lip gloss smeared on his lips, they glimmered in the low light of the vehicle. “Come on Angel, We’re here.” He let you get out first, kissing your shoulder as he stood behind you. He shut the door and held your waist close to his hip as he walked up the steps to his home.

You stared up at the house, There was enough for himself and at least 3 extra rooms to hold. Why would he have such a big house to himself? You thought for a moment, hearing the door click in front of you. He held the door open, rubbing the small of your back.

“Go ahead angel,” He spoke softly, turning a few lights on as he followed you inside. He took his shoes off, locking the door behind him. He knelt to undo the clasp of your heels, sliding them off of your feet and setting them next to the door. “Are you ready to change now or do you want to wait?” He didn't want to rush you out of your clothes… Well, not yet at least. He wanted to make sure you were comfortable first.

Your eyes flicker to him, still soaking in the smell of apple and cinnamon from his home. It was beautiful.. Marble counters, a leather sofa, a 75in TV.. “Now is fine, You think I'll be able to fit your clothes?” You giggle, holding his hand as he guides you to his bedroom. Picture frames hung upon the walls, His family maybe? Friends and other pro-heros you’d seen on the news posed with him on his beige walls. His bedroom door creaked open, a king-sized mattress with silk pillowcases and a dark gray bedspread sat in the middle of the room next to a dresser. A small nightstand, alarm clock, and lamp sat on the other side of the bed. He had been pretty organized, more than you thought a pro hero would be. 

As you look around the room, he lets your hand go in search of comfy clothes. He found an old shirt from days where he'd train with All Might, the dingy yellow fading out from how much it had been washed. He sets it onto the bed, quickly finding a few pairs of pajama pants to set next to it. “I’ll go change in the bathroom, Let me know when you’re done!” He grabbed his hanger for his suit, looking for his own clothes to wear as he loosened his tie around his neck.

"Thank you, Zuku..” You watched his shoulders tense a bit. Did he not like the nickname? You just said it not too long ago.? You sat on the bed and began to take out your earrings.

“Of.. Of course y/n..” He liked the name, just not used to someone being nice to his name. You get called Deku all your life you forget your real name can be just as sweet. He leaned down to kiss your cheek before walking to the bathroom and shutting the door behind him. He looked at himself in the mirror, flustered and scrambling to keep himself together. You gave him butterflies with that honey-laced voice of yours. He froze for a moment, looking for any wipes so that you would wipe off your make-up. Were you spending the night? Did I even ask?? It might have been rude to assume.. Did you even want to take your makeup off? Was that stupid to assume too? He didn’t want to ask, whatever happens will happen. He’s not going to make you feel obligated to do anything. He looked all over for wipes, sighing when he realized he hadn’t had any. After hanging his suit onto the hanger, he knocked on the door. “If you aren't done, Take your time! I was going to go pop in a mo-”

You opened the door, cutting him off. His pants were too long on you but they fit otherwise! You looked up at him, “What was that sweetheart?” You stood to the side, watching him go to hang up his tux. What you hadn’t noticed was where his eyes went as soon as the door opened.

“Whatever you want. I have Hulu, Netflix, We can watch some movies on HBO or something?” So cute in my clothes.. Were you wearing a bra? God I bet your tits are so fucking pretty.. He thought to himself, feeling his cock twitch in his boxers. You shuffled your feet onto the carpeted floor with a smile, heading towards the couch and sitting down comfortably. He sat next to you, a bigger grin placed on his face as you scooted closer to him. He wrapped an arm around you, flicking through the movies on Netflix first. “Anything certain you wanna watch?” He asked, leaning his head onto yours.

You shrugged, taking the remote from him and looking for yourself. It didn’t really matter what movie was picked, Whatever would be good background noise right? You turned on some comedy movie, leaning over to snatch the blanket that had been thrown onto the arm of the couch. You put it over the both of you, leaning to set the remote onto the glass coffee table. He had little all-might too coasters.. How cute.

He grabbed his phone, using it to dim the lights in the living room before rubbing your shoulder. “y/n?” He asked softly, moving his head from yours to look down at you. He watched your eyes meet, leaning down for another kiss like earlier.

You kissed back without hesitation, cupping his face and letting his scruff lightly scratch at your palm. He wasted no time pulling you onto his lap again. His hungry state had been the most uncaring he’s been all night, shoving his tongue into your mouth and gripping your hips so hard they might bruise. He needed you. Grinding you against him like a hungry animal. Allowing his bulge to bump against your clit, feeling you moan into his mouth. You were intoxicating..

He dragged his wet kisses down to your neck, chuckling as you struggled to catch your breath. Did he make you feel that good? He ran his hands up to your chest, feeling you grind without his force. He bit your neck softly, feeling you lean in before he left a small red hickey on your shoulder. 

Staring down at your chest, his eyes flickered up to ask for permission to continue marking you. You gave a small nod before seeing his eyes light up, He proceeded to leave hickeys and love bites all over your naked torso. You gave a sharp tug at his hair before he lifted you into his arms. He looked up at your slacked jaw, taking a small bite onto your side as he carried you to his room on his broad shoulder. You let out a loud giggle or two as he laid you against his bed, lifting your shirt and swirling a tongue around your nip. He teased for a second, sucking on one and pinching the other between his fingers. He switched sides, wanting to give your entire body his attention.

“You really want me baby? You want me to ruin you?” He stood up properly to take his own clothes off, watching you strip under him.

“Yes, Please Zuku..” You muttered, letting your arms cross upon your face. The feeling his hands moving them away made you whine. He didn’t speak at all, but you got the message and kept your arms above your head. Your eyes traveled down his bare chest, shutting your legs around him in a failed attempt to close them at the sight of his happy trail.

“Can I fuck your tits first? Please?” He gave them a soft squeeze before taking his hard-on out. He tugged off the rest of his clothes for you, not breaking eye contact.

You nodded slowly, feeling him cup your face. You let your eyes drift down at his cock, feeling your jaw drop slowly at the sight before he shut it. “You just sit there and look pretty for me..” He mumbled before sliding his dick through the valley of your breasts. He pushed them together with your hands, letting out soft whimpers into the air. The noises he let out were heavenly.. You couldn’t explain it. You watched his face contort into pleasurable looks, drool pooling in his mouth. You smirked softly before licking his tip each time his head passed all the way through.

He went much faster. You were such a good girl.. You made him feel so fucking good. He already felt as if he’d cum all over your face already. You looked so pretty. Where had you been all his life? He practically had hearts in his eyes as he stared down at you. He imagined creaming inside of you, causing him to spill all over your face without warning. His hips gave a small stutter, pulling away and soaking in the sight of you.

You whimpered, swallowing the bit that got into your mouth before glancing up at Izuku. He had gone to grab a tissue from his bed stand, quickly wiping your face off. “My poor girl, I’m so sorry.. Let me make it up okay?” He slid his hand down, rubbing your clit in circles. Your back arched involuntarily off of the bed, eyes rolling back almost immediately. He had found it so quick. What a pro, Who else had he touched like this? You squeezed your eyes shut at the stupid thought. Who cared? He’s between your legs now, right? No one else mattered.

He hummed, switching to his thumb over your clit and easing a finger in. He knew his fingers had been pretty thick, calloused from all of his hero-work. He listened to you gasp and watched your lips quiver. He loved seeing you fall apart with a few touches.

You whimpered, wrapping your arms around him and pulling his body closer so you could hide the noises you made into his skin. He didn’t mind, shoving another finger in and curling them slowly. It was going to throw you over soon, hearing the wet sounds of your cunt and your gasps filling the room.

He stared at your eyelashes, watching your eyes shut tighter before cumming against his fingers. He kept your legs apart, feeling them start to close. “Its okay, Keep cumming baby..” He smacked your thigh with his free hand, keeping your legs wide open before shoving his fingers as deep as they’d go into your cunt.

You spasmed, scratching at his shoulders as he guided you through it. “Zuku.!” It was more of an oh my type of name call. He didn’t respond, pulling his fingers out of you to clean them with his tongue. You watched his eyes flutter, causing you to close your legs a bit embarrassed.

“We’re not done yet.” He finished sucking on his fingers, his cock twitching against your clit as he leaned your legs up to your ears. “I wanna fuck you. So stay still and take it for me..” He mumbled, looking up at you for any signs of wanting to stop. After he saw your little nod, he eased into you.

You smacked at the sheets, gripping them and shutting your eyes tight. Why was he so fucking big? You pulled your hips away only for him to grab them. He pulled you closer, shoving his cock deeper into you. “Don’t run now, Take it baby.” He growled into your ears, sending butterflies right to your tummy. 

He made sure you were alright, kissing your cheeks and mumbling soft praises as he shoved himself at his halfway point. It wasn’t slow at all. You had been so tight he might split you open. No one else ever made you so.. full. He wanted to try shoving in the other half so it would be quick and less painful, seeing some tears spill from your eyes. “Don’t cry, pretty girl. I'm right here..” He laid his hands next to your head, sighing softly. 

“I’m not cryin’..” You used your finger to wipe off some of your tears, ruining your makeup a bit. You hadn’t even closed your eyes fully before he slammed into you. “Fuck!!” You cried out, clinging onto him quicker than you ever had. You felt tears rush down your cheeks, your chest rising and falling quicker than before.. The full feeling in your tummy was just too overwhelming.

“Watch your mouth, Angel.” He kissed your shoulder, giving you time to adjust. He really was spitting you open. You were too fucking tight and he’d have to move soon. He tried to give you the time you needed, but he couldn’t wait that long. He started slowly dragging himself from your cunt, moving his hand to rest on the head board and the other to lay you down. “Let me take care of you..” He rubbed your clit with his thumb, watching his cock twitch inside of you.

You continued to pant like a dog in heat, letting out moans and leaning into his touch. “Zuku please...” You mumbled, tears starting to glue your lashes together. It felt so good but there wasn’t much to do but beg him to stop. It was too much, you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t hardly handle it.

He didn’t listen, watching you cry and your mascara drip from the first and only thrust so far. “What? Adjust to me.. I know you can do it baby..” He put a bit more pressure on your clit, rubbing it faster. He heard you hiccup and moans get louder, thinking about how bad he wanted to just slam into you. 

You simply nodded, moaning louder as he made you cream once again. Your cunt disobeying you and closing against his cock only made you pull him back in. “It- hah-.. It hurts Izuku..” You mumbled, not that he was listening nor did he care. You let him poke at your cervix again as he really moved. You were seeing stars.

“It hurts baby?” He groaned, letting his chest rise and fall with heavy breaths. “Aw.. It's okay, I’m right here.” He gave long, irritatingly slow, thrusts into you. He watched you smack at the blanket next to you, crying and whimpering even more than before.. He wiped off your tears, chuckling a bit and rutting in roughly. He watched your body flinch, jumping back from the force just to suck him back in again. “Can I move now, Angel? I’ll be gentle..” He lied through his teeth.

“y..yes..” And you believed him. He started slow, but gradually began pounding into you at more than a gentle pace. You could feel your walls cling around his cock, threatening to drain him of all of himself into you. You shivered, hugging your arms around him as you cried louder. The make-up you wore now beautifully ruined by his roughness.

“Am I makin you feel like this? You cryin 'cause of my cock?” He teased, feeling a sense of pride as he went on and on about how much of a slut you were for him. He could feel himself bruising your hips, but he couldn’t stop himself. It felt too good. He was too excited to even put on a condom.. Maybe he’ll trap that pretty pussy along with you. 

He leaned down, kissing down the valley of your breasts as they bounced near his head. He could feel your nails running through his hair and scratching at his scalp. Once you pulled on those green curls? It was over. His hips stuttered, letting out the loudest moan he had kept in his throat all night. He hadn’t stopped either, slamming into you harder as he broke his rhythm. “You’re mmm..mine, Mine, Mine.." 

You nodded as you continued to pull and scream out in bliss. You shivered, creaming onto his cock for the final time before feeling him pull out and make a sticky mess all over your stomach. You hadn’t minded one bit. You let your breath steady out as he went to his bathroom and warmed a rag to clean you off with.

Once he came back, cock clean and covering himself a bit as he wiped your body off. "You want me to wash you up, y/n?” He kissed your forehead, wanting to make sure you felt alright. After earning a nod from you, he carried you to the bathroom. It was huge. 

“Let me down!” You laughed, despite clinging around him. Once he let you down, you shoo’d him out so you could pee before hopping in the bath to start cleaning. He came back a bit later, washing you gently like he said he would. He didn’t want you raising a finger. 

He needed a woman like you all the time.

a/n: this is genuinely a draft before COVID that i posted on my very dead account. I rewrote and tweaked but it is still a very old concept. Idk i know I can write better than this but I felt like this needed more love first? sorry it's butt BAHAHAHA

side a/n: if you can't tell, i am ass at aftercare. mainly because I get too hot to lay together, I need weird me time after I have sex so I guess I've just never,,,learned?

[nadvs]

birthday w/ rafe?

like he takes you shopping and stuff but takes you home and yk

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The backseat of Rafe’s car is littered with shopping bags. He’s pretty sure you dragged him to every goddamn store in the mall. The word ‘no’ didn’t come out of his mouth once while you tried on clothes, looked at purses, and browsed jewellery today.

After taking you shopping, he treated you to a pricey lunch. Then he dropped you off at a salon to get your nails and hair done. And of course, he picked you up with your favorite drink waiting in the cupholder.

The truth is, he fucking loves spoiling you. He lives for the big smile on your face when you slide a bag full of things he just bought you off the register, excited over where you’re going to next.

“This was the best birthday I’ve ever had,” you say dreamily, leaning back in his plush passenger seat.

“Not over yet,” Rafe tells you.

You gaze at his profile. What the hell else could he have planned for today?

He carries all your bags up for you. Your bedroom floor is covered with his gifts.

“Lie down,” he tells you.

You rest on your bed, back sinking into your comforter, when he leans down to hover over you.

His blue eyes sweep over your face in that special way they always do. You don’t exactly know why he looks at you that way.

Rafe can’t quite express how much he loves you. Soppy words don’t come to him very easily. But he’s a firm believer in showing over telling.

He dips low to kiss your neck, his warm, soft lips puckering against your skin with every peck. You let out a soft moan at the sensation and feel him smile against you.

Rafe is usually rushed and eager when you’re intimate, but today, he’s slow with taking off your clothes, savoring every inch of you. Once you’re finally naked, he sinks his head in between your legs.

You rake your hands through his soft hair as he puts his mouth on you. He kisses your inner thighs first until finally, he moves up where you want him most.

He laps at you languidly, spreading you open with his fingers to taste every part of you. His tongue traces perfect shapes, his mouth closes around your clit, and his fingers curl in and out of you perfectly.

“Rafe,” you breathe in pure ecstasy.

He doesn’t always say those three words, but today’s a special occasion.

“I love you,” he rasps. You know, wholeheartedly, that he’s telling the truth.

[tomssexdoll]

hey stinky boob butt

so yk how bill is in paris rn and his hotel room has a bunch of those mirrors in his bathroom 🌚 so i imagined bill watching you get ready for an event/fancy dinner and him being a hornball he comes up behind you and tries to subtly turn you on so you agree to do a quickie and he bends you over the counter so all you see is your reflection and the view of bill pounding you from the back😍😍 “look at my pretty baby gettin’ her pussy stuffed. makin’ such slutty faces..” AAND I CAME. MEOW also i just farted and it smells SO FUCKING HORRIFIC I JUST HOT BOXED MY OWN ROOM WITJ MY TOOTS

i came just from the req

STOP FARTING GOD DAMN

In a rush

PAIRINGS: Bill 2024 x Female reader CONTENT: SMUT SYPNOSIS: Bill gets super horny before an event and begs Y/N to let him quickly fuck her . A/N: MEOW WARNINGS: dom!bill, sub!reader, p in v (doggystyle)

Me and Bill were getting ready to go to a fashion show in Paris, we had been invited by one of the most famous fashion designers in the world.

I was in our hotel bathroom, trying to see which earrings matched my dress perfectly. I felt a presence behind me and looked in the mirror, Bills tall figure towering over me, his hand coming to my stomach and rubbing it softly, kissing my neck with ease.

"Not now baby..we have to leave soon" I sighed, feeling his hand explore my body, moving to sensitive places. Finally, his hand landed on the bottom of my dress, rubbing my thighs teasingly close to my pussy.

"Bill.." I whined, his kisses on my neck getting rougher, pressing his hard cock against my ass. "Cmon..i'll be quick" he whispered, his breath hot against my neck.

I felt a little burning in my heat, clenching my thighs together as he traced his finger up and down my chest, "fine.." I grunted. Then, I felt his hand push at my back, bending me over and slightly exposing my panties to him, the sight making him feral.

"Fuck..need you so bad baby.." he groaned, pushing my dress up and pulling my panties does, his breath hitching at the sight of my wet pussy, glitstening just for him.

I heard his belt unbuckle, pants dropping to the floor and his tip nudging at my entrance, "you ready honey?" he smirked, looking at me through the mirror. I nodded, feeling his hands grip my waist softly, slowly pushing his aching cock in.

"Ah!" I whimpered as he stretched me out, the feeling of his cock in me addicting. He immediately started to pound into me, wasting no time.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned, rolling my eyes back as his tip hit my favourite spot, mouth slightly agape. "Look at my pretty baby getting her pussy stuffed..makin' such slutty faces..fuck.." he groaned, hands coming down to hold my hips roughly, sharp nails digging into the skin.

He continued to slam his cock into me, the pace he was going at was brutal and inhuman, literally lightning speed. I held onto the counter tightly, hoping I didn't slip from his harsh thrusts.

"Fuckkk..your pussy is so addicting baby" he whimpered softly in my ear, my pussy starting to softly clench as I felt a knot forming in my stomach. "Make me cum baby, milk this cock" his hand reached down to my clit, rubbing it roughly.

I felt pleasure waves crash through me with such force, it felt like my soul was being sucked out of me. I screwed my eyes shut, head lolling back as I felt my orgasm approach.

With one final thrust Bill burried his cock deep in me, squirting his cum all over my walls and painting my insides white. "Quick baby..cum for me ok?" Bill commanded softly, panting as he continued to thrust into me, the rubbing on my clit getting faster.

I bit my lip so hard it bled as I came all over his cock, legs twitching and small moans leaving my lips as my high came down. Bill cleaned me up and helped me put my clothes back on. Surprisingly my makeup wasn't affected, I smiled and grabbed Bills hand, "told you the 50 dollar setting spray was worth it" he chuckled "whatever, let's go"

tags: @itsmealaiah @itsangelll @tomkaulitzloverr @ballhair @charliesgoodboy @estxkios @ge-billsgf @bkaulitzlover @cyberleathalz

[d10nsaint]

☆…ready for it? | Miguel O’Hara x black cat! reader

≡☆tags: fem reader, Miggy being sus, Comic stuff goin on but movie Miguel, yk, the norm

≡☆ a/n: I hate Taylor swift but my friend shoved this song down my throat so here I am

≡☆ Leon Kennedy ver ! (coming soon)

The moment that you saw Miguel, you knew something was wrong.

His hand was borderline hot, His eyes were protected by red glasses, and if you squinted, you could see how his eyes were…red. They were practically glowing, and if you stared for a moment longer, you were sure you’d become captured in them.

He opened his mouth a little too wide, and then thats when you were sure. You saw the fangs, sharp and unintentionally seductive.

When you asked around about him, all you found was that he was, essentially, a ghost. When you talked to his brother, he had nothing good to say about him—something about Miguel cheating on his ex and taking his girlfriend. Nothing special.

and if you thought he was the only one with suspicions, you were most definitely wrong.

He knew you were snooping. ‘seems as if he’d slipped up and you saw too much’, he concluded. But there was something about you that was off.How were you able to find so much so efficiently?

But that was the least of his worries.

There’d been a spike in burglaries in Nueva York, and as Spiderman, he had to be the one to fix it. But there was something off about them. The only targets seemed to be rich dickheads—Hell, the person had even stolen from Tyler Stone.

And as soon as you appeared, the robbing started. Of course he was suspicious of you.

Standing atop the rooftop of a building, he catches his breath. Swinging around was really a workout.

“Hiya, Miggy.”

His body tensed up before stiffily turning around and looking at you. A female figure clad in black with white fur, along nothing but a small mask covering your eyes. She was familiar.

“Who are you?”

“You aren’t denying it, Miggy?” You tilted your head to the side and giggled. The name really didnt suit him, but it was better than calling him Mike.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Sorry, I just thought we were close.Although you haven’t talked to me that much…”

“I dont like repeating myself.”

“Well, it wouldn’t be fair if i knew who you were and you didnt know who i was, would it?” You stepped closer to him and traced stars onto his Spider suit. The feeling of your long nails pressed against him left goosebumps on his skin, but he lowered his guard. If you planned to hurt him, you would’ve already.

“Don’t i look familiar? If you don’t know me already, im hurt. I thought I made a good first impression.” Your hand grabbed his and you smiled, recreating the scene from when you first met him.

“The newbie?”

“Hey, not nice.” You let go of his hand and crossed your arms, pouting your lips.

“Why are you doing this?” He leaned back onto the rail, back facing the people down below. Broad shoulders cast a shadow over you, swallowing you in the darkness of his figure. Even though his mask was on, you could make out his expression; A raised eyebrow, with a frown.

“I could ask you the same, Miguel. If you can be a ghost, why can’t I be a phantom?” You tilted your head and smiled, stepping away from him. You moved and stood near the ledge, looking down at the people beneath you, scanning the area.

His eye twitched under his suit as he tried to stop himself from letting out a sigh. Who the hell did you think you were? Strutting around and stealing from people that could kill you. You stole from your boss. The biggest question was, ‘How the hell do you get away with it?’

Before he could turn around and say anything, you spoke first.

“Sorry to cut this short, darling, but I think I should get going.” You stood on the ledge, ready to jump.

“See you around.”

tagging (I dont have a taglist, but you guys seemed to like Black cat! reader!!) : @monoeve @rubyredish

[anadiasmount]

reader having thunder thighs (😹) and hella stretch marks and jude cant get enough of them. not even in a sexual way but just like laying on them or rubbing them bc its so comforting for him

yk what they say, thick thighs save lives 🤞🏻🤞🏻

“oh!” you yelped, giggling when jude let out a sigh of relief as he laid his head on your lap, his hand tracing and rubbing the sides of your thighs. “she’s down for the rest of the night,” he said muffled, feeling your nails scratch his bare back. “you okay?”

“couldn’t be better. missed them while i was away,” he said slowly, feeling his sleepiness take over him by the minute. “jude stop moving!” you warn laughing as he kept moving his head to find a comfortable spot in your thighs, placing a gentle kiss making you gulp at how soft it was.

if jude wanted one thing, it’s to be to laying on you at all times. on your back, chest, stomach, but his favorite part, on your lap. after a game, training, a day out together, when he’s in the mood for a cuddle, he immediately digs his head on your lap.

they just felt so soft and pillowy like. he admired your body so much, giving the appreciation it deserved especially after carrying and having your kid. while you didn’t comprehend why and felt the opposite about them, he loved all your beauty flaws, mostly your stretch marks. the ones that rested lightly on your boobs, your abdomen, and especially his favorite, your thick thighs.

jude would trace them, getting distracted how they tainted your skin, kissing over them, rubbing your thighs gently and smoothly because he could. you would sometimes squirm and push him away, but he refused, laying his head back on them, “don’t push me away. i love them so much,” he’d praise making you shyly look away.

they were just pure perfection to him, being able to just rest on them he felt lucky. he knew how you felt about them, often feeling unsure and nervous to show them or even see them. your body had changed over the years and months, but jude never ever made you feel less or upset about it.

he loved to encourage you to not care because they showed feminism and a history of where you got to be at. assuring you that their your most beautiful trait and completely normal. “look at me, these marks? they’re absolutely beautiful y/n, embrace it, you carried our little one in there, it doesn’t make you any less or different, in fact they make you sexy and strong.”

[yandereforme]

Damian wayne? nah, Damian AL GHUL.

(in my perspective his al ghul blood is where he gets his yandare shii from cause yk..the al ghuls..it just fits right..)

(imagine if damian stayed in Nanda parbat)

so imagine damian going on an assasin mission in gotham and crosses paths with vigilante!reader(Female if possible xx) on the gotham rooftops where they get into a fight and for the first time, Damian loses, to a girl/woman and now he's obsessed interested in her, now I see him purposely taking missions that's from gotham just to see reader then just one night he plans a kidnapping, think several other assasins on standby so the kidnapping will be perfect and..idk anymore, I ran out of brain juice.(I'm gonna be honest this was my dream last night, and I woke up 💔)

ALSO IM SORRY IM JUST YAPPING I JUST WANTS TO TELL YOU THIS CAUSE MAYBE YOU CAN DO SOMETHING WITH IT CAUSE CAUSE I JUST LOVE YOUR WRITING 💔💔💔

also, me personally, Damian al ghul>damian wayne

I wanna ask without anon but I'm EMBARRASSED CAUSE IDK WHAT I TYPED SOUNDS LIKE WHEN SOMEBODY READS IT!! (and ik my grammar suckz ass cause English ain't my first language. far from that💔💔)

oh no I'm yapping again I'm so sorry

You are not a bother at all! I love this idea, and you don’t need to be embarrassed, that’s how I write most things lol.

Damian Al Ghul x Vigilante! Reader

I’m thinking he went to Gotham to scout out his father and his subordinates (they aren’t a focus in the post)

He completely forgets about them after he meets (and gets his butt kicked by you)

You are an independent vigilante, and you have always been that way. You avoid Batman and his birds, preferring to take care of things like human traffickers, muggings, abusers, etc.

That being said, you knew enough about the big stuff that the boy in ninja gear set off alarm bells. You were prepared for his attacks, and had your weapons at the ready

You were a badass, and wiped the floor with Damian, even pinning him down before other ninjas came out of the darkness, hellbent on you.

He yells at the others in Arabic and you take your chance to slip away. This was above your pay grade, and the Bat could deal with them. You needed to continue your patrol.

Damian was expecting an easy fight, but you surprised him. When you glared down at this boy, blood streaked across your face, eyes alight with hatred as you held him down, Damian fell hard.(I headcanon that Al Ghuls fall for/become yandere for strong fighters or general badasses, while Wayne’s tends to become yandere/protective over kindness/innocence due to their trauma)

Those idiots who interrupted his fight with his beloved were killed immediately, and he immediately set his sights on finding you again.

He found your vigilante work a worthy endeavor, but your civilian life was not up to par. You worked two jobs, both of which were meant to be taken on by peasants, not by important people like you. He admired and hated the fact you survived on your own, admiring your strength but despising what you had to do to survive.

This man will fight tooth and nail to get to go to Gotham at every opportunity. He prefers to watch you on patrol, and privately dispose of the simpletons you were surrounded by

After a while, when your room and all the supplies were prepared, only then did he set up your kidnapping. He approached you late at night, outside of your suit. You gave him another worthy fight, but this time he wasn’t going to let you get away, and knocked you out quickly.

When you wake, it will be to Damian sitting across from your bed, reading one of your favorite novels (he doesn’t like this kind of book, but as his beloved enjoys it, he will be learned on the subject).

Be prepared to have a life of being Damian’s Queen, Y/n Al Ghul. By the time you wake up, he will have already removed all traces of your past from the rest of the world, making sure you had nothing to go back to, if you were ever able to escape, so your best bet is to stay as his queen, and hopefully figure out a way out(you won’t escape.)

[neverchecking]

Oh my god, please. That chain facesitting piece was beautiful. I could cry, dammit.

Big request, but could you do like a pt 2 of that where it’s just one big orgy between all of them? (Not link x link but like all links x reader, yk) maybe they take turns n shit, yeah?

(Heavy on Time plz, ik yk by now he’s my favorite 🤤💕💕 I can’t help it, he’s just so daddy 🥵🥵🥵)

-🧚‍♀️ who fucking adores your writing 🫶💕✨

Fairy anon! Welcome back~

I can! I can't promise it'll be as good, but I can try.

Its okay I know you love time-

Smut so MDNI! 18+!

Smut CW: AFAB! Reader, Multiple partners, face sitting, mentions of masturbation, but it's not from Time or Reader.

Your hips twitched and quivered as they fought to shut, stopped only by strong hands keeping them open. You were a glorious sight. A renaissance painting.

Everything from the sheen of your lips, coated in drool, to the flush of your cheeks- a gorgeous cherry red- to the heat of your skin from the hours you've been held hostage. It was all enough to have a grown man drooling in his seat.

Well, almost.

He was sure he would, at least just a little, if his mouth weren't doing something much more important currently. Goddess, just the feeling of you above him, thighs clasped around his head with your hips rocking in time with his ministrations made his gut coil with anticipation. While, yes, the newcomer and Wild had both gotten their turns with you, and had done an...adequate enough job, it was clear he needed to set a precedent. Nothing but the absolute best for his divinity.

Those two were merely boys in comparison to him.

With the way you clenched and tightened around his fingers as he slowly dragged them along your velvet walls, spasming as they adjusted around the girth of his middle and ring finger, you knew it too. You knew he would be able to give you something the others could not. Because he was the only one who could take you as you were; a feast filled with delicacies bursting with nothing but seraphic tastes. One that only he could truly understand and appreciate at its fullest capacity.

And even them, he was sure his bitter mortality would do nothing but encase him in naive blindness from your true potential.

As it stood however, he was more than happy in his current place, hands locked around your legs as you pushed down against his chest, crying out as your nails marked him as yours. He would bare the marks proudly for as long as they remained. They were your thanks to him for doing what he simply saw as his civil duty.

It was an honor, really, to be the one below you, lapping at your cunt eagerly as his fingers toyed with your opening. Dragging them in and out slowly before tracing along your gummy walls, feeling what made you jump and what made you shiver. What each miniscule jab or rub made each reaction. Whether a hum against your clit would make you cry out or paint deep red lines onto his pecs. Each little movement was a new chord in the choir you sung for him.

When he felt you clench around him, something wet dripping down his palm and wrist, he smirked from beneath you. Time knew what every one of your telltale signs were at this point. He knew what every twitch meant and how he could achieve his end goal subsequently.

He hummed against your clit, before flicking his tongue back and forth over the definitely over sensitized bundle of nerves, clenching his grip on your thighs when you tried bucking off of him. Which simply wouldn't do.

Not when you were so close.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a few of the others palming themselves, cooing down at you as your cheeks shined with tears. Slobber decorated your lower jaw as you mindlessly babble whatever plea you had half-formed.

Goddess it was erotic. His perfect, ethereal Goddess was letting him, not only touch her, but please her. Bring her to the place only he could take her too.

You cried out above him, painting his skin further with thin white lines as you moved from trying to buck away from him to instead smothering him further, pushing into face and riding his tongue for all it was worth. Droplets cascaded down his cheeks and jaw as he eagerly lapped at your cunt, taking every little bit you'd grace him with. It was a divine nectar gifted to him by your ever eager soul. And he would be nothing short of a damned fool if he wasted even the tiniest bit.

So he wouldn't.

[tinyluvs]

i always have horny steve thoughts he was my first love 💔 i don’t know why but he feels like a praise guy yk yk??

-in heat

steve was one of my first loves too! one of the firsts i wrote for when i joined tumblr! thank you so much angel, enjoy! *mdni!!*

steve looks down at you, jaw slack, breathing hard while his fingers tighten in your hair. your nails dig into his thighs as spit and precome spill from the corners of your mouth

“god,” steve grunts through gritted teeth and rolls his hips forward, forcing his cock further into your throat, “takin’ me so well,”

softly, you whine around him before tracing the tip of your tongue over a vein that runs from the base of his cock all the way up to the head

you stay still, letting him fuck himself into your mouth, though his hips have lost their rhythm and he’s twitching between your lips, “so fuckin good,” steve pants, tilting his head back

his hand in your hair presses down, his balls bump your chin as you gag slightly around him, “fuck,” steve drags the word out, feeling the way your throat closes around him

he presses down until your eyes clamp shut before roughly pulling you off of him, “c’mere pretty girl,” he mumbles, pulling you up from the floor, his free hand resting loosely on your neck

“steve,” you whimper, letting him pull you towards him, his lips pressing against yours immediately

it’s messy, your lips are wet, swollen and sensitive but steve knows that, dragging his teeth over your bottom lip so your mouth opens, a high pitched whine being muffled by his tongue

his hands grip your hips, pushing you backwards slowly until your legs hit the edge of the bed, “in front of the mirror,” he mumbles against you as you tumble backwards

your back hits the mattress with a slight bounce, “what?” you ask, your brain not able to register his words as quickly as you’d like it to

steve stands over the edge of the bed, a slight smirk pulling at his lips as he bends, hands returning to your hips, “i said,” he huffs, kneeling on the mattress as he manhandles you, “in front of the mirror, honey”

“oh,” you breathe, letting him push on your back until you’re on your hands and knees. in the mirror you can see him behind you, his eyes focused on your glistening pussy

“so pretty,” he hums, dragging a knuckle through your folds until he’s pressing against your clit. you whine and arch your back, pushing back against the pressure, “what do you need, pretty baby?”

“you,” you sigh gently, letting your fingers grip at the edge of the blankets. his knee bumps between yours, spreading you open for him, “please,”

finally, steve meets your eyes in the mirror, “need it so bad, huh?” he teases, that smirk still playing at his lips, “take what you need baby,”

his arms cross over his chest causing you to whine but steve just pouts, condescendingly, while he shrugs his shoulders

you reach between your legs, wrapping your fingers loosely around his wet cock before guiding it towards your entrance. you push back, letting the head stretch you open

“fuck,” you whimper, planting your hands back onto the mattress. steve grunts, watching you work your way backwards, watching his cock disappear into your pussy

eventually, your ass presses against his hip bones, feeling him impossibly deep inside of you, “good girl,” steve growls, pressing his hand against the dip at the base of your spine, keeping you in place for a second

without warning he pulls back before slamming back into you, “oh my god,” you cry out, the air in your lungs getting punched out as your arms wobble and then crumble, your chest pressing against the mattress

“look at you,” steve pants, watching you in the mirror as you bounce back onto his cock, “prettiest little thing i’ve ever seen”

he grabs at your wrists, gathering both of them into one of his hands, pulling harshly, “steve,” you whimper, tears flowing down your cheeks as he splits you open, “feels so good,”

“yeah?” he huffs, leaning back slightly to fuck up into you, “you feel so good, wet and tight, like you were made for me,”

the slight change in angle pulls you up from the mattress, allowing steve to watch your tits bounce, his free hand snaking around your body

his fingers pinch at your nipple, “so perfect,” he moans when you do, adding to the obscene noises your cunt is making, your slick soaking your boyfriends thighs

steve yanks on your wrists, hard, pulling you back until you’re against his chest. the hand that was on your tit slides upwards to your neck, his fingers pressing in as you gasp, head tilting back against his shoulder

he throws his other arm around your waist, fucking up into you with earnest, “look,” he orders, forcing you to look at your reflection

“m’ looking,” you whimper as he kisses up your neck, teeth grazing over your earlobe

“do you see it?” he asks, tightening his hand around your neck ever so slightly. he slows down, barely pulling out of you, instead just grinding against your ass

you swallow thickly, throat still coated with his precome. your nails dig into his wrist, “see what?”

steve moans into your ear before resting his chin on your shoulder, his eyes searching yours, “see how perfect you are, look at you,”

he pauses for a minute, shamelessly letting his eyes roam over every part of your body. every mark and freckle, lingering on the hand shaped bruise on your thigh before flickering back to your face

your cheeks are red, raw from salty tears, your eye lashes are wet and clinging to each other. a high pitched whimper escapes from between your lips

“taking me so, so well, you were just made for me weren’t you angel?” steve mumbles slowly, repeating his earlier words, starting to look as fucked out as you are

his hips start to move faster with each word, “no one else could ever take me this well, pretty little pussy, my pretty little pussy,”

the tip of his cock drives into the spot inside of you that spreads a heat in your stomach, “gonna make me come,” you moan, pushing back as he thrusts into you

you know steve is as close as you are, his cock twitches inside you, veins pulsing against your walls, “you deserve it, did so well for me"

his hand leaves your hip, fingers ghosting over your skin as he trails downwards. you jerk as he presses against your clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves

“fuck, m’gonna come,” steve whimpers, his hips faltering when you clench around him, “gonna take it aren’t you baby?”

you nod, trying your absolute hardest not to come until he does, knowing he likes it when you wait

“yeah?” steve grits, his tongue darting between his lips momentarily, “yeah, fuck, you always do, so fucking good f’me,”

in the mirror, you watch his reflection, red splotches start to cover his shoulders and neck, “please, oh god, please, pl-”

“okay,” steve rushes out, “come for me, now, come” he grunts, thrusting into you and staying there, come spilling from his cock as you clench around him

your orgasm rips through your body, leaving you shaking in steve’s arms as your cunt spasms, “oh my god,” you whine, shuddering as steve’s come floods your pussy, spilling out where you’re still stretched around him

gently steve leans forward, his hand planting into the mattress as he lowers your body onto the bed, his forehead resting against your back, lips trailing over the dip in your spine,

“so fucking good for me,” he whispers, “so good”

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! and comment! i’ll give you a smooch if you do, ily !! send prompts to my ask box!

a/n i haven’t written for steve in SO long i’ve missed him omg

[dilucsfav]

saw ur masturbation headcanons and was sad as hell that there wasnt itto included :c pls write for itto too!

OH NO OH NO IM SORRY ITTO MY LOVE

ofc i'll do itto!! i havent done general hcs w itto, so that'll be what this kinda is!! except the nsfw will be your request bc we can forget about our grand arataki itto <3

Itto hcs and scenarios!!

warning(s): nsfw!!

favorite places to kiss you are your wrists, ears, thighs, and omg your back idk he would absolutely kiss your shoulders down your spine and AHDJKkjasjfkaw

^^ after youve had a long day or just need to relax in general, he'd totally totally give you a massage and trace his kisses all over your back in doing so

^^^^ ORRR OR when you two are taking a bubble bath together, youre laying in between his legs and leaning against him, his fingers tracing your back and running the bubble suds down your body... god god and he just will occasionally kiss spots on your back and UGDGSHd

he is so perfect. protect baby at all costs <3

HE'D PAINT UR NAILS AND YOU'D PAINT HIS

this ones random but but when he cooks for you he would totally wear the dumbass "kiss the cook" apron EXCEPT it would say "kiss the oni" and he'd make you kiss him LDAMSKDK

when you hang out with him and his arataki gang, yall would just all do dumb shit together and god it would be so so much fun i wanna hang out with the arataki gang too

^^^ FUCKKCSDSJ HE'D BE SO MEAN AND FUNNY AND TOUGH WITH YOU AND HE'D DO WRESTLING MATCHES WITH YOU AND THE GANG WOULD CHEER YOU ON he'd feel so betrayed by his friends cuz they want him to lose sobs

i can imagine him constantly taking you to inazuma in late nights to take you on ramen dates. ahh itto baby❤️❤️

HE SNORES SO DAMN LOUD LMAO he could wake up a whole damn castle with his loud ass snoring

this is so random but he'd totally play dress-up and run around with the kids in inazuma for their and your entertainment (thats canon bc i said so)

with aratki duties comes not-so fun times,,, when he gets hurt, youre usually the one to tend to his wounds

^^ CAN U IMAGINE THIS MEAL OF A MAN GAZING AT YOU LOVINGLY AS YOU STICH UP HIS WOUNDS?? A SIDE SMIRK CUZ HE THINKS YOURE BEAUTIFUL AND APPRECIATES YOUR GENTLENESS WITH HIM, WHILST YOURE CHIDING HIM AND TELLING HIM TO BE MORE CAREFUL

"You're dazzling, (Y/N). Did you know that, lovely?"

this is kinda gross,, but you'd always find nasty shit in his hair (bugs, dirt, etc) 😭

^^ then you proceed to yell at him for being gross and helping clean him up constantly

he adores you so much oh my god

i feel like itto would yell at you a lot, but like playfully yk? he knows when and when not to raise his voice jokingly depending on the situation

he'd constantly bring you brownies ?? LMAO LIKE ODDLY SPECIFIC DESSERT, I COULD JUST SEE HIM BRINGING YOU EITHER BROWNIES (fudge brownies only, they are superior) OR RAW COOKIE DOUGH😭

nsfw:

i always see people saying like "oh kazuha could break the bed" or "oh childe would totally break the bed" and i kindly disagree,,,, CUZ ITTO?? TOTALLY WOULD???

one of the fucking bed legs on the frame would just snap and homeboy would just stop and laugh about it with you (and then do absolutely nothing about it and continue)

as i said in the ceo itto hcs, there's a good balance of rough sex, gentle, etc etc

its never fucking vanilla sex though...

^^kinky, hot, sweaty...... good god im going straight to hell for writing this

he'd throw your legs on his shoulders and would just go absolutely mad on your-

sorry. god hes so hes so so so

SUCH A WHINER WTF

when he masturbates and thinks of you stop stop he’d be so rough on himself and would just wish you were there to help him

HES SO DAMN LOUD- gorou could probably hear him masturbating from a fucking mile away😭 AND HES PROBABLY YELLING UR NAME TOO SO GOROU WOULD JUST FREAK OUT AND GET SUPER UNCOMFORTABLE LMFAO

hes ABSOLUTELY into face sitting. he loves it so much, he could let you sit on his face for hours if you wanted tbh (me next pls)

this is random, but i think in a way he'd kinda be into roleplaying?? but like within that when he's more dominant he'd wanna see you with a blindfold on.

^^ i think he just finds pleasure in your expression, knowing that youre not sure what hes gonna do next? and you'd find thrill in the unknown cuz itto is so random so you wouldnt know what to prepare yourself for? you know what i mean? hes so baby girl

"Oh? You like it when I run my fingers right there, hm? Tell me."

oh my god when you two are in the moment he'd have one hand gripping your hip, and the other would be in your hair jerking it everytime he goes in,,, FJIAHFJKASBFUKASHFIK

sorry.

hes so kinky help- i couldnt say like his FAVORITE thing but i think ONE of his favorite things to do to you would be choking

yall yall hes such a heavy breather and grunter its so hot

i think afterwards hes such a big baby. loves sleeping with his face nuzzled in your chest, ear against your chest to feel your heartbeats bc it relaxes him so much

ITTO<333333

[tyunkus]

I'll always have a thing over stranger roommate with taehyun, sooo imagine you and him are roommate but your in the same university with him, you guys don't talk much but he always shirtless so you often feel.. Things yk. One day you attend a party because you've been so stress over college, and your roommate who always shirtless didn't help either. You become drunk and talk to a stranger about your roommate, how he is a menace and always make your heart beat so fast, and always making you horny, so hot and bother so you always have to touch yourself before sleep because of HIM!!! and funny thing is, because it is HIM you're talking with. You wake up in your room the next day and just realized something so dumb you'll doin last night aaaa. But in your pov, you're just talkin with a random dude😆😆

is it weird? It's so longg omg

GODDD THIS IS SO ?!?!?!?! dont even worry i love long asks!

BUT PLS ROOMMATE TAEHYUN who ur not close with but for some reason u always see him shirtless?? at first it kinda annoyed u cuz it felt like he was just showing off but eventually you got used to it and then Eventually u started to get flustered by it.. like imagine youre washing dishes and he comes up behind u WHILE SHIRTLESS? to get something from the overhead cupboards and u can like. fucking feel his body heat and u just start thinking about his bare skin and bare bdoy and toned muscles and abs and like fuck. BUT U TRY NOT TO MAKE A BIG DEAL OF IT CAUSE UR ROOMMATES AND ITS NOT A BIG DEAL. Even if you fuck yourself thinking about him and his arms around yours or your nails leaving long red scratches down his back or his abs flexing while you suck him off. yea no you are FINE.

and then the party omg!!!! ur drunk out of ur mind and you start telling this stranger everything about your roommate, how annoying it is that he walks around without a shirt on and that you fuck yourself thinking about him and you want him so bad but you cant say anything about it... taehyun, the roommate in question, who you're talking to without even realizing it, scoffing at you because you're such an idiot but also... his cheeks are starting to heat at the way you describe him, how you want him, the things you would do and the things you would let him do. thinking about your pretty fingers gliding along your cunt instead of him, while you think of him leaning over you.. the sounds you would make, how warm and tight you would be,, eventually he gets to the point where it's just. okay. he's heard enough about how much you want him. he takes the cup from your hand, backs you up against the wall, tracing shapes on your bare waist and tummy,, presses a few soft kisses down your neck and then drags you back to your apartment. if he's gonna fuck you, he'll do it where this all began -- at home.

[soleilnomoon]

Hello! 👻 I am not sure if this request would match your taste, so if not - just delete it without answering 😅 I was wondering if you could write some nsfw/suggestive headcanons for Law, Zoro and Ace (the heartthrob trio in my humble opinion *-*) reacting on their bigbreasted partner taking off her bra for the first time in their presence, during intimate situation maybe? You know, tits suddenly freed go woosh, much to reader's embarrassement and irritation. Thank you for considering! Have a wonderful day 💞

the heartthrob trio is right, your mind is so powerful. this is right up my alley, i support the ❤️‍🔥 big titty ❤️‍🔥 committee all day. also, embarrassing them is my specialty.

1.1k words, afab reader (no pronouns), nsfw (nipple play, public sex, etc. etc. the good stuff, yk); ace is a brat, law is shy, and zoro continues to be the number one menace.

check out the other version of this request feat. sanji, sabo, & shanks right here ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

it shouldn’t come as a surprise to him, but it does. yes, his eyes work perfectly fine—yes, he’s seen the way your clothes stretch across your chest; he already bears witness to their plushness every time you brush up against him. and yet, here he is, shocked into silence. you toss your bra onto the floor somewhere, undeterred and too aroused to care. you’re just happy you don’t have to wear it right now; he’s suddenly very happy to be alive. you smile at him, delicate brows raising slightly. he can’t take that either.

“you can touch them, y’know,” you suggest softly, almost sensually, hoping that’ll spur law back to life. he, however, needs just a little more time. 

“okay, i know, just wait.” for what, he has no idea. when he’s managed to calm down enough, he finally is able to look at you. you decide to take pity on him, climbing onto his lap with little issue. you press a small, chaste kiss on the corner of his mouth; before you can pull back, his hand finds its way onto the back of your neck, holding you still as he kisses you properly. and when he rolls so you’re on your back, his mattress soft enough to make you think you’re laying on a cloud, you let out a soft whimper that only encourages him to continue. your breast mostly fits in his hand, so he takes his time exploring, lithe fingers tracing circles around your nipples, goosebumps prickling your skin as your back arches. 

his mouth takes over, leaving kiss after kiss along the curve of your breasts before his tongue flicks against your hardened nipple, giving you the sort of high you’ve been chasing, your moans the only song he ever wants to listen to for the rest of his life. he’ll keep at it until you’re begging for him to fuck you—with his fingers, mouth, cock, you don’t care at this point really—and he will, in due time. for now, however, he’ll settle for memorizing the taste of your skin and your nails clawing at him in obvious frustration.

you hate being edged like that, but law revels in how powerless you are against him in this respect; it’s murderous and you vow to return the favor next time, tenfold.

he’s an idiot, but he’s not oblivious. so when your bra does come off, he curses whichever nameless demon invented those things. he thinks your breasts should never be confined like that—you’re inclined to agree, but keep the comment to yourself—and whenever you’re around him, don’t expect to keep it on for long, either. it’s fine with you, really, which only makes zoro that much more ravenous for you.

he catches you in a back hallway, has you pressed up against the wall, his leg in between your thighs, hands tugging your shirt up and revealing your breasts—your nipples hardening almost immediately, much to his pleasure. you hate how easily he can pull these sorts of reactions out of you, but you know that it’s futile; you’re as attracted to him as he is to you, it just goes with the territory. besides, the way he’s pinching and tugging on your nipples, almost makes you forget that you’re still very much in public and that anyone from your crew can spot you if they decide to come that way.

still, zoro doesn’t let up, his mouth wickedly playful, leaving bruising kisses all over your chest—he likes the way you can’t seem to keep quiet, and the way you keep rubbing against his erection is evidence enough. he should really take you somewhere else, but he knows you like the thrill, even if you don’t want to admit it; and he does too. you’re so annoyed at yourself and at him, but mostly at how skillful his hands and mouth are. if you had more self-preservation, you might be able to make it out unscathed, but you know better.

zoro isn’t the type to let you go that easy. and just when you think he can’t torture you any more—touching you and then not touching you—he slides his hand inside of your shorts and your panties, fingers parting your folds expertly, your pussy wet and ready for him. against your lips, he whispers filthy promises that light your skin on fire and you know better than to get sucked into his shenanigans again, but here you are, letting him finger you without a care in the world. the delusion almost makes it feel romantic.

he’s not sure how to handle you like this; you already drive him wild, your curves are lethal, your body even more so. your breasts are just the icing on the cake—a cake he’ll willingly devour at any time of the day, every single day of the year if you let him. so when you surprise him in the kitchen late one night—ace constantly searches for late night snacks throughout the week—he opts to feast on you instead. you’re panting lightly, chest heaving as he dives between your legs. you sit on top of the kitchen counter, guilt barely crossing your mind, as you spread your legs open wider, giving him access.

your shirt is somewhere behind him; he wants to see all of you properly, so you give him a little show, cupping your heavy breasts, kneading them as his mouth french kisses your pussy with purpose, your hips bucking, his tongue gliding along your slick folds, lapping up your wetness, savoring your taste for later when he thinks about you again. you find it difficult to hold it all in, hands trembling as you play with your nipples, lips clamped together tightly, muffling your moans as best as you can.

he looks up at you, his cock reminding him pitifully to stop neglecting it, but all in good time, right? for now, he just wants to taste you, to satisfy his insatiable hunger that only intensifies whenever you’re around him. maybe it’s really just you; he doubts he can ever have enough of you, even if he tried—and he’ll never try. 

“a-ace,” you whimper, teeth sinking into your bottom lip hard, eyelids closing once his tongue antagonizes your clit in the only way he knows how. 

“i’m here, don’t worry,” he says casually, as if he isn’t ruining your life right now. it’s always one big mess with you too; he slurps and sucks, treating your pussy like the best-tasting summer fruit in the world; it’s maddening, the way he’s addicted. and when you cum, you can hardly contain your moans, the orgasm strong enough to make you forget yourself and the time. ace doesn’t bother stopping you, he’s way too far gone, if anything he makes it worse. and even though you’re sure the entire ship heard the way you screamed his name, you wouldn’t change a thing.

that’s what he does to you whenever you’re together; he makes you feel impossible bouts of extreme confidence without even trying.

[crossroadsandloudmusic]

Hey y’all I’m back!! Ok so this past week and a half I’ve been GRINDING on animal crossing but besides that I’ve also been writing. This is the request fic for the anon wanting a fic about Uzui🥰 love that man. Anyways, Anon if you are out there this is for you bby. I kinda went a little wild with the yandere themes I seriously hope you enjoy it!! I’ll add the original post underneath here.

Warnings: ok so fairly Yandere, mentions of kidnapping, drugging, stalking, yk typical stuff

if any of this bothers you, DONT READ

MINORS DNI THIS AINT FOR YOU

y’all please enjoy request are always open!!

criticism/tips welcome!!!!

a little side note, when I write yandere rengoku I always imagine him as Darwin from that one episode of amazing world of gumball, where gumball wears a dress to school and he falls in love with him.

“You don’t know what you're missing out on, (Y/n).” Spoke a sultry voice from behind you. 

“Not now, Tengen. I’m sharpening my blade.” You warned as you skillfully glided your sword across the whetstone. Several months before you had caught the hashira’s eye. Not only were you a fearsome warrior but you were a flashy one at that. You wore a bright (y/f/c) haori over your drab slayer uniform, your nails were painted dazzling colors, glistening jewelry hung from your wrist and neck, and you wore rings on every finger. Even your sword was adorned with jewels. How could you not catch his attention? Soon enough Tengen became infatuated with you, going so far as to tell his wives about you and how he hoped you would join them. And although the two of you seemed like a match made in heaven you had been denying his marriage proposals and avoiding him all together. He would corner you whenever he had the chance, whether it be on a mission or not. During Hashira meetings he would seat himself somewhere in your proximity; beside you so he could “accidentally'' brush your thigh with his hand, or behind you so you could feel his wandering eyes tracing your body. This was often his favorite method, he would walk closely behind you so he could tell of all the joy and pleasure that is to be had when you are his wife. He would spare no details as he retold the wild nights that were spent at his estate; especially the ones spent in between his sheets. 

Today was no different. You could feel his presence behind you as you continued on your sword, desperately trying to act uninterested. But Tengen was smarter than that, he knew if he kept this up you’d eventually get flustered and demand that he leave you alone. During your frustration he’d see the deep blush that spread across the cheeks, and that was more than enough evidence to prove that you had felt a little more strongly than you had been letting on. 

He was right. He was right in the thought that you had more feelings for him and his wives. But you enjoyed the chase so why give in so soon?

“You don’t have to keep lying to me, I know you want me.” He said, his voice deep as he spoke close to the shell of your ear. 

Just his words sent a shiver down your spin and to your knees. You hadn’t realized he had gotten so close to you. You sighed and set your sword down.

“Tengen. You got one more chance before I’m kicking you out of my shed.” You warned once again. You silently kicked yourself for going into your shed thinking he wouldn’t follow you. Now he has you trapped. 

“Oh, one more chance? Maybe you enjoy my company a little more than you would like to admit.” Tengen said into your ear with a tone of voice that could melt anyone. 

“That’s it!” You yelled as you dropped your sword and shoved Tengen through the door. He flew back into the door and it swung open harshly. He landed on the ground with a dud and began to laugh cheerfully. 

“If you wanted to touch me, all you had to do was ask.” He said, propping his arm on his bent knee. 

To this, you scowled and slammed the door back closed. You scanned the floor and retrieved your sword with the intent to finish sharpening it when a soft knock came from the door and Tengen's voice followed. 

“I’ll see you soon, (y/n). Remember my offer still stands.” He said before disappearing from the door. 

Quietly you let out a sigh and small laugh. You knew he’d be back, whether it be tomorrow or sometime in the following week; he’d be back. 

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It was a beautiful evening to be out on the town. The air was warm with a crisp breeze which kept you comfortable. The town’s lights could be seen from miles away, glorious lanterns lined the streets and hung from every entrance. The people were all lively and laughing with one another above the cacophony of music. It truly was a wonderful place to be. 

You wandered the streets shopping and making conversation with acquaintances. You were almost a local hero in the district, because of a demon slaying that had taken place in the middle of town a year or two before. Then you had only been kinoe and the demon you faced had been the strongest you had fought up until that point. It was a terribly long and brutal fight but you arose from the ashes victorious. To reward your bravery and your willingness to sacrifice your own life for others, the merchants of the town showered you with lavish items. Before then you hadn’t had the flair for outrageous looks but since that day you had worn their gifts with pride. Never leaving your estate or going on a mission without your flamboyant attire. 

Because of your appearance you were easy to find in a crowd, which was perfect for an evening such as this one. 

Once in a blue moon, the hashira would gather together and celebrate the demon slayer corps. It was less of celebration and more of a temporary escape from the burden that the hashira have to carry. Life was hard for all, and the probability that you were someday going to die in battle was higher than any other fate. But for a few hours you could pretend to be the young adults you really were, instead of the hero’s that swore to protect the lives of the innocent even if it meant sacrificing yours. Perhaps in another life you all could meet again, somewhere different, somewhere safe. 

You turned and scanned the sea of people searching for familiar faces. You searched for towering figures or wildly colorful hair but none were seen. You sighed, frustrated from your struggle. If you didn’t find them soon you’d be late, so you decided to jump into action. 

You climbed to the top of the building you were supposed to meet your fellow hashira and began to search for them once again. You’d spot any one of them soon, and you had to admit this little idea of yours was very clever. You laughed triumphantly as you sat on the building’s peak, you knew that as soon as the hashira caught sight of you on top of the building that they would all have a laugh. Even more than that Kyojuro would climb up to collect you; he had a way of making you feel as if you were delicate although you were every bit as strong as he was. In fact he made it a point to be tender towards you; sweet words, and soft gestures were always a constant. You hadn’t thought about much before, but now as the thought rose, you began to ponder Kyojuro’s actions. He was always so kind to you, almost it seemed, in a romantic way. He wasn’t nearly as blunt as Tengen but the interest was still present. The thought of Rengoku as a partner wasn’t an unpleasant one. He was handsome, kind, strong, and held tight to his morals. Then again something about Kyojuro made you feel...less? He comes from a line of flame pillars, it’s in his blood to be who he is. And who were you? A warrior born out of necessity? The only reason you were a slayer was because of your family. They had been brutally slaughtered along with most of your village that night, and as a result of this tragedy you vowed that you’d kill a demon for every life that had been taken that fateful night. Now as you sat on top of the roof your mind wandered from thought to thought although you should have been watching the ground below. You couldn’t help but get carried away by the serenity above the chaos. 

During your peaceful escape, three figures watched you intently. One on the balcony of a neighboring building, one in the alley below, and the other behind you, all three concealed by the dark. Maybe if you weren’t distracted by your own thoughts you would have sensed them, but then again, they meant you no harm so why not let them be. 

On the street directly in front of the building, the hashira gathered and waited impatiently for your arrival. Most concerned as you had promised to be there before them, but others were aggravated by your tardiness. One person who didn’t seem to be distressed at all happened to Tengen. He seemed cheerful and lively as talked with the others, when they brought your name up he only laughed assuring them you’d be there any second. But he already knew you were there, in fact he knew you were perched on top of the building enjoying the night air. He had eyes in the sky so to speak, his devoted birds watching you carefully; hoping that soon you’d join their flock.

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Soon everyone, except you were ushered inside, you had planned ahead and made a reservation so if they were to arrive before you did they’d at least wouldn’t have to wait on the street. As Rengoku made his way into the establishment a gleam caught his eye, when he looked to see where the light had come from his eyes met your relaxed form on the roof. He smiled and stepped back out onto the street to see if he could get a better look at you. Tengen noticed Rengoku’s actions and turned to him.

“Kyojuro, aren’t you coming inside? (Y/n) will be here in a bit, you don’t have to sit out and wait for-“ before Tengen could finish Kyojuro smiled and pointed up, Tengen stepped out of the doorway and came to where he was standing and looked. Right as rain, his wives were correct. You sat at the top of the roof completely oblivious to everyone below. A slight tug pulled at Tengen’s heart seeing you up there, eyes closed, leaned on one hand and your legs dangling off the edge enjoying the moment. Your jewelry glistened in the light and your hair danced in the soft wind. 

‘Such a wonderful sight’ Tengen thought to himself as he silently admired you from afar. But then Tengen’s thoughts were interrupted by Kyojuro’s voice. 

“I’ll go up and get (Y/n). We will be down in just a minute.” Kyojuro said as he too stood and watched you. 

Love and admiration were now replaced by jealousy in Tengen’s chest. 

‘You’ll go get her?’ Tengen thought to himself as he looked at Kyojuro whose fiery eyes hadn’t left you once. Not noticing the larger mans scowl, Rengoku laughed and said, 

“They’re wild aren’t they?” 

To this Tengen scoffed and proceeded towards the entrance.

“Yeah it takes the right man to tame someone like that.” Tengen said before kindly glaring at Kyojuro. Tengen disappeared inside and left Kyojuro standing in the street. The personal jab went unnoticed by Kyojuro, and after a little while longer, he too began to climb to the top. 

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The sound of someone breathing heavily caught your attention, immediately you stood up. You relaxed when you saw the bright haired man peek up from the edge of the roof, a large smile plastered across his face. 

“Kyojuro! You scared me! What are you doing up here?” You asked as you helped him up the rest of the way. As if he really needed your help getting up, but he didn’t mind as it was an excuse to hold your hand even for a second. 

“We all arrived a few minutes ago, and before I walked inside I spotted you all the way up here.” Kyojuro said, still grasping your hand.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry! I guess I got carried away being up here!” You apologized. 

“It is...peaceful up here.” Said Kyojuro as he looked up towards the stars; shining so brightly. 

“Very beautiful as well.” He spoke again, before turning to look at you. 

“Yeah it is…” you said as you gazed across the vast sea of light through every street. Although you didn’t know it Kyojuro memorized every part of you, in his eyes you were the brightest star in the sky. 

“Let’s go ahead and get down, I don’t want to keep everyone waiting!” You said before running and jumping off the edge. Kyojuro watched as your foot left the roof and you leapt to the street below. He too jumped and as he fell he watched how gracefully you landed. Together the two of you walked inside and made your way to greet everyone. 

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The inside of the building was gorgeous, at least to you it was. To others it seemed a bit much, but here was your home away from home; the first real place you felt accepted. As you walked in an older man came to greet you, he bowed and gestured for both you and Kyojuro to follow him. He led you to the room you had requested and slid open the door, inside you saw all the hashira minus you and Kyojuro sitting; enjoying fresh cups of tea. You walked in and greeted everyone while simultaneously apologizing for your late arrival, then you took an open seat next to Tengen, which boosted his confidence quite a bit. On your otherside Rengoku managed to squeeze in between you and Mitsuri; much to her dismay, nevertheless she’d find a way to chat with you. Tengen noticed how eager Rengoku was to sit next to you and it only intensified his feelings of jealousy. He also noticed how you didn’t seem to mind the flame pillar presence and even seemed to be enjoying his company. 

Through the orchestra of conversations being had by everyone, Tengen remained silent as he specifically listened to yours and Kyojuros. 

“Kyojuro! Try this! It’s amazing!” You’d exclaim as you held out your cup of tea you had ordered. To which he would grasp your cup and taste it and yell,

“Delicious!” His voice was so booming it shook the foundation. You’d then erupt into laughter, and smack him playfully. 

“You really like it that much?” You’d say afterwards he’d reply, 

“I loved it!” 

Tengen watched from the corner of his eye all the little things you did. When you would laugh your hand never failed to land on his knee, when you looked at Rengoku your eyes were filled with admiration, you’d twirl your hair and brush it behind your ear when he spoke to you. It was terrible, all of it. It made his stomach turn and his chest burn. Here you are sitting next to your future husband openly flirting with another man?! How dare you! 

Tengen had finally had enough when you rested your head against Kyojuro’s shoulder. Quickly his arm snuck around your waist yanked you beside him. You turned to shoot him a glare but you were caught off guard seeing his usual devilish grin. As you stared up to the large man a soft blush spread across your face. Uzui was intimidating and you had to admit it was attractive. Having a man of his size manhandling you sent an all too familiar shiver up your spine, the same one you got when Uzui would corner you and tell you of all the filthy things that could be yours. All you had to do was say yes. 

Tengen leaned down until his lips grazed the soft skin of your neck.

“Giving everyone else your attention but me?” He whispered in a low voice that made your knees weak. 

“Perhaps you should refrain from flirting with Rengoku so openly. It might give him the wrong idea.” He whispered once more. 

Feeling a bit more confident in yourself you turned to him, your lips only inches apart. 

“And what idea would that be, Uzui?” You asked in a smart mouthed manner. 

Uzui’s smile got wider as he leaned in even closer, his hand now harshly gripping your thigh. 

“That you belong to anyone else but me.” Your heart fluttered and your body began to tingle. Tengen then smiled and released your thigh from his iron grip. He saw the way you melt under him, the way you faltered to his touch. No one else would have, as if anyone else deserves you. You were his and his alone; he had no problem ensuring that it stayed that way. Even if it meant defying the demon slayer corps. 

Tengen’s reaction ignited a fire within you. Denying his proposals and playing hard to get was fun, but he always knew it was just that. Playful, innocent, just fun. But his reaction towards your affection at Kyojuro made you realize that he was serious. He was willing to exalt any and every method needed to keep you in his possession. And this excited you. Seeing his demeanor change from his normal flirty, playful, manner to possessive and jealous, made you hungry. Made you hungry for more. You wanted to see just how far you could push it and just how far Uzui would go. 

It wouldn’t be long before you had your answer. 

After the celebration had ended you and the other pillars filed out into the street. Together you all chatted and said your goodbyes before you made your way home; presumably alone. As you walked down the crowded streets a hand grabbed your shoulder and spinned you around. For half a second your body tensed at thought it may have been Tengen coming to punish you for your actions earlier but instead stood Rengoku smiling ear to ear. 

“Rengokusan?! You scared me! Did you need something?” You asked a little relieved seeing that it had been him, although part of you was disappointed it hadn’t been Tengen coming to reclaim what was rightfully his. 

“I need you not to walk home by yourself! I’m going to accompany you!” Kyojuro exclaimed as he held out his arm so that you could interlock yours in his. Hesitantly you curled your hand into the pit of his elbow. Together you began to stroll out of town and down the dirt road to your home. 

“You know, Kyojuro, I’m a hashira like you. I don’t need you to protect me.” You said playfully. This earned you a soft laugh from Kyojuro as the two of you continued down the path. 

“I’m aware you are more than capable of protecting yourself. I wanted an excuse to be close to you.” Kyojuro said not to take his eyes away from the road. Kyojuro had seen the interaction between you and Tengen. In fact he had seen most of them. He had seen Tengen follow you home, heard him propose, heard him tell you the terribly dirty things he’d do to you if you agreed, he had seen him corner you and touch you. All of it, he had seen it all and it disgusted him. Tengen treated you, and all his women for that matter, as trophies. If you were his you’d only be a doll in his collection, nothing more than an item for his flamboyance. It made Kyojuro sick just thinking about it. You deserved to be worshiped, to be protected at all cost, to have all the love and affection a man can give without fighting for it between three other girls. Tengen couldn’t possibly handle a spouse like you. He was right it does take a certain man to tame someone like you, and it wasn't a man like him. 

The two of you continued to walk in silence. You noticed the tension oozing off of Kyojuro, his muscles taunt and flexed to the point they’d seem to tear. Every sound made from the surrounding woods he’d turn his head quickly to see where it came from. He scanned the woods as if he was searching for something or someone. His body on edge; ready for battle. You saw how anxious he seemed and questioned it, 

“Kyojuro? Is something the matter? You seem really on edge?”

Kyojuro smiled and replied,

“I’m fine! I’m just keeping an eye out just in case!” 

You could see the cracks forming on his calm exterior. The thought of Kyojuro being so alert made you slightly anxious, subconsciously you checked your surroundings as well. 

You watched the horizon and soon your home came into view. On the engawa you released Kyojuro’s arm and bid him farewell. You could see he was reluctant to leave but aided by your polite shooing he made his way back to the road. As far as you knew, Kyojuro was on his way back to the Rengoku estate and Tengen was at home at his estate. Finally you were alone. 

Entering your bedroom you found your usual evening attire laying on the floor next to your futon. You made quick work of your uniform just to be comfortable until morning, as you put on your night clothes you could feel your body relaxing into the familiar fabric. After getting dressed you pulled the covers back on your bed and then proceeded to lay on the beckoning cushions. As you laid down your body melted into your bed, it shocked you how tense you had been. Tonight your mind didn’t have the chance to ponder the events of the past hours, instead sleep overtook you as soon as you settled into the perfect sleeping position. 

Your slumber was peaceful till there came a sound from outside. The faintest of sounds, a twig snapping, a branch bending, something any normal person would have never heard. Yet it roused you from your slumber on high alert. Immediately you unsheathed your katana and bolted outside. In the cold grass of morning you stood ready for any attack, in fact you welcomed it. 

“Show yourself!” You called into the dark air. Any other night sounds in the wilderness would have went unprovoked by you but tonight was different. You could sense another being in your presence. Although it did not seem that they had malicious intent with you, you decided you weren’t going to wait and find out. 

Your eyes scanned the woods for movement yet none was seen. But just as soon as you began to question whether you had been overreacting, a piercing whistle flew past your ear. Instinctively you ran for cover and as you did more and more whistling objects flew past you. Quickly you ran underneath the oning of the engawa. On the ground laid thin bamboo needles, all of which were scattered from three different directions. Needles from above, needles from the left, and needles from the right. As you began to investigate the needles, sounds could be heard from all three directions. This was no longer one person but three. Three different sets of footsteps, three different breaths. In an effort to level the playing field you ran to the middle of the yard and raised your blade. As quickly as you made your way off the engawa you vaulted into the air. Soaring upwards into the cool air your drew in a deep breath, making your descent you whispered to yourself,

“(Y/b/t)...first form…(n/of/m).” As you made contact with the earth your katana swung and sliced the ground, as it did ripples of light and sound shook the ground. The trees trembled and the foundation of your home swayed from the impact, in the ground below your sword was a massive crater. You turned and watched as the world shuddered around you from the shockwaves, and as it did three figures fell to the ground. Immediately you ran to reveal the identity of these persons; the one that had fallen from a nearby tree began to make a run for it. You pursued after the mystery assailant and once you were in range your arms wrapped around their waist and hoisted them into the air. A terribly loud shriek came from the person as you held them up, and the reaction made you giggle internally. 

‘This person was just shooting at me with darts! And now they are crying because I picked them up?’ You thought to yourself as you turned around to see if you could get a glimpse of the other two. Much to your surprise the both of them stood in front of you, waiting to see what your next move would be. Seeing that now the move was yours, you held the person in your grasp tighter and announced,

“Reveal yourselves, and I'll let them go! If not I’ll-” before you could say another word the most sorrowful wail came from the person you held. 

“(Y/n) it’s me, Suma! Please let me go!” She cried. Hearing the familiar voice and name you gently set them on to the grass. Quivering, they removed the solid black mask revealing they truly were Suma. Suma looked up at you with eyes filled with tears.

“Suma? What’s going on?” You asked in a forgiving tone. This was quite the confusing situation for everyone involved. 

“We-we-we were going to kidnap you!” She managed to wail in between sobs, tears wetting your clothes. You embraced her and let her continue crying into your shoulder. 

“Hey! You aren’t supposed to tell her what we are doing!” Yelled one of the assailants as they too removed their mask. Underneath was Makio and she paid you no mind as she chastised Suma. 

Lastly Hinatsuru removed her mask. After calming Suma, you stood to face the three of them. 

“You three were trying to kidnap me?” You asked, giving each one a glance. Suma began to sniffle again, while clinging to Makio. 

“Why?” You asked, but in reality you already knew. This was because of your interactions with Rengoku. Tengen had put the girls up to kidnapping you and bringing you back to him. The thought was almost sweet, the girls were so devoted to Tengen they’d do anything he asked. Still, if Tengen wanted you that badly, he’d have to take you.

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After several hours of the girls attempting to persuade (begging) you to come back with them, you politely declined and said that if Tengen wanted you that badly he’d have to come take you himself. Both Makio and Suma seemed cross with the idea they’d have to return without you but Hinatsuru was intrigued to say the least. In fact she pressed you more about what you wanted to say to Tengen the next time she saw him.

“Do you want me to tell him that? Word for word?” She asked with a sly smile on her face that made you a bit unsettled. Still you held face, and replied,

“Tell him what you like, I won’t be such an easy catch.” 

Although you remained a confident exterior, Hinatsuru’s willingness made you think that if and when Tengen did arrive it would be a much quicker interaction than you would like to give yourself credit for. Tengen was strong, he exhibited that the previous evening. Still though, didn’t you have a chance? You knew the answer and somehow the idea of Tengen taking you didn’t seem so bad. Perhaps you liked the idea, possibly more than you knew. Nevertheless, the girls made their way home and you settled in for the morning, slightly exhausted by the fact you had spent the early hours of the morning preventing your own kidnapping. Sleepy, you drug yourself back into bed and plan on spending late morning and early afternoon snoring. No further into your slumber than you were, when you heard a knock coming from the door. Tired and quite honestly a little irritated, you made your way to the door once more. But before you could unleash your rage on the poor person at your door, it swung open in such a force it caused you to fall back on to the matted floor. Before your groggy mind could wrap itself around the situation, two arms lifted you from the floor and a mad dash was made out of your home and into the woods. You began to resist and kick as you tried to break free, the grip on your waist was iron tight. You looked at your captor and it was Kyojuro Rengoku. 

“Rengokusan, I’m tired, please take me back home, I’m not in the mood for the surprise training today.” You said as you tapped his back; he had thrown you over his shoulder to maintain a better grip on you. Yet Kyojuro kept running, even when you questioned him and tried to break free from him.

“Kyojuro, I’m serious. Put me down, I’m not playing.” You said, he didn’t even acknowledge you besides when he kept you in place. 

“Kyojuro! Put me down!” You warned with venom in your words. Reluctantly Kyojuro slowed and then set you back on your feet. 

Mad didn’t begin to describe what you were feeling. 

“Kyojuro! Where are we?! I told you I didn’t feel up to any training! Why are we out here?! And why did you kick down my door?!” You screamed, then Kyojuro turned to you and gently began examining you. First he started with your hands and arms, then he lowered himself to investigate your feet and legs.

“What are you doing?!” You asked as his rough hands  ran over your body. Without answering any of your questions Kyojuro stood up. 

“Take off your clothes.” Kyojuro said. 

“What?!” You asked, Kyojuro’s face was deathly serious. 

“I’m not taking off my clothes?! What has gotten into you?!” You protested, this only earned you his hands lifting your shirt to investigate your torso. 

Fueled by rage and confusion, you shoved Rengoku back. Kyojuro sighed loudly and approached you once again. 

“I have to make sure they didn’t hurt you.” He said as he began examining your neck. You rebelled once again, shoving him back. 

“Who are you talking about?!” 

“Tengen’s wives. I saw the darts.” Was all he said.

“Kyojuro, what exactly is going on?!”

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Soon you learned that the darts that the girls had shot at you were laced with anesthesia and possibly an aphrodisiac per Rengoku’s detailed explanation. You also learned that Rengoku had stayed behind that evening to ensure your safety, as he had put it. But because he did, he became the only successful target to have gotten a full dose of the bamboo darts the wives had prepared specifically for you. The sound you had awoken to had been that of Rengoku falling to the ground. In his daze he caught glimpses of the interaction, most of which had been during the first altercation. After he had recovered, his first thought was of you. In a scramble he had made his way to your door and knocked hoping all of it had been a terrible dream, but when you didn’t immediately answer he kicked the door down. Driven by anxiety he scooped you up and took you as far as his legs would carry him, he had to know for sure if you had gotten hit. 

Only a small cut was present on your cheek, you could have gotten grazed by one, therefore, explaining your indescribable tiredness. After learning of this you promptly made Kyojuro fix your door and leave, this had all gotten to be too much and what you needed now was just to rest. After talking with Rengoku, you left him to do the repair work and made your way to your room for the second time that day. It was now late evening and your body felt like you could sleep for three years and still be exhausted. Without even getting underneath the covers or removing the twigs and leaves from your hair, you fell into a sleeping pile on top of your bed. It was the best sleep of your life.

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After repairing your door Kyojuro came to you to tell you goodbye, but instead he saw you sleeping peacefully. You looked like an angel to him.

‘So delicate’ he thought to himself as he crouched beside you, removing the debri from your messy hair. As gently as he could he lifted your body and placed you underneath your blankets. He didn’t know how it was possible, but as soon as your body felt the embrace of your warm blankets you fell even deeper into your slumber. Kyojuro smiled and stayed at your side till early morning. When he noticed the sun beginning to rise he made his way back to his own home with the most lovely thoughts of you. 

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The sun through the window stung your sensitive eyes. 

‘The sun is up already? I’ve only been asleep for a few minutes.’ You thought to yourself as you began to shift in the crowded bed.

‘Crowded?’ You thought again, as you tried to move your legs and arms, all of which were tightly pressed against you. You could feel the clamminess of your own skin underneath the hot blanket. 

‘I’m sweating?’ You thought again as you tried desperately to get comfortable. As you continued to squirm and move your hand slid up what felt like skin. 

“Like what you feel?” A voice said from in front of you. This had officially woken you up. Your eyes sprung open, the sight in front of you made you gasp and jump from the bed. Tengen had been holding you while you slept so peacefully. 

During your extremely deep slumber, and after Rengoku took his leave, Tengen had taken you back to his home. 

“Tengen what’s—what’s going on? Where am I? How’s my door?!” You asked more than confused at this point. Tengen stood and chuckled softly. He came to where you were and gently ushered you to sit in his lap on the floor. 

“You said if I wanted you that badly, I’d have to come get you myself.” He whispered as he left soft kisses on your neck. Your body subconsciously leaned into him for more. 

“So I did.” His hands gripped your waist. 

“Oh, and I take that as a yes, to being my wife. Being that all you wanted me to do was chase you till I finally caught you.” He whispered so seductively as his hands began to wander all over you even more. 

 “Now let me show you how newlyweds celebrate.”

[atzhrts]

mingi performing in the supreme trench got me thinking about boxer!mingi fucking all his adrenaline out after a fight in the locker room and him just not being able to get enough of you while hes stuffing you full of his cock

THANK YOU

includes: light degradation, unprotected sex

mingi is such a switch and when he´s domming he´s so damn rough. especially boxer mingi, because he kind of understimates his strength yk

boxer!mingi is also definitey picking you up and fucking you against a wall, burrying his head in your neck and letting out the most beatiful groans. and whenever he hears someone walk behind the door of his locker room he would bite down on the sensitive skin of your neck to muffle his moans. he´s also definitely one to have a casual conversation through the door while absoutely pounding you and making you take his fat cock.

now imagine him lossing a match?? ofc you´re sad and all but you also can help yourself to become excited at the thought of what is going to happen. mingi storming into his locker room, literally shoving you inside and ripping your top of you and when you protest he goes feral.

"i´ve never been this bad in a match i just need my slutty baby to hop on my dick"

"c´mon show me your tits, cheer me up whore"

but as soon as he pumped you full of his cum, you’re sweet boyfriend is back. he´d kiss away the stray tears on you face and wrapping his strong arms ( that are littered with traces of your nails) around your body, huge hands runing over you back as he sways you from side to side.

hes also definitely giving you his coat to cover you up cause in the end mingi is jealous af and wants to be the only on who gets to see you like this

[aidansloth]

Gareth Emerson Headcanons (Romantic):

(I tried to make it the most gender neutral possible, please tell me if I missed something)

he loves receiving flowers

please please gift him flowers, he would blush so much and just be a stuttering mess

he's so romantic

like flowers, chocolates, pretty candles, the whole deal

like for Valentine's he's going all out, planning the date a month prior

he'd bring you in his special spot in the woods where he set a pic-nic blanket with all kinds of home-made food (he made himself and his mom helped a bit, she thought is was cute) and the two of you would just stargaze and talk about life

I think after one or two months he'd want you to meet his family

he would invite you to dinner at his house, reassuring that it's fine if you aren't ready yet and he'll be over the moon if you're excited about it

then he's gonna worry about his family not liking you but then scratch the thought, because who wouldn't like you??

he'd help his mom make dinner (making sure it's something you like) and tells his sisters not to ask you too many questions

in the end they do ask too many questions but they're sweet so we'll excuse them

he'd be fidgeting the whole way through, so giddy and excited and overall just happy seeing you interacting with some of the most important people in his life

after dinner his mom makes sure that the younger girls are leaving the two of you alone

you'd just cuddle in his room with some music and just each other's company<33 just him tracing lines and shapes on your skin

his love languages are physical touch and acts of service

physical touch is mostly private though, he's not big on PDA, just holding hands and maybe his arm around your shoulders

would be very respectful and ask you everytime if you're ok with being touched

in private though he's all over you, hugging, cuddling, cute little kisses and pecks (with consent of course, if you don't like it he'll back off)

always helps you with anything (is fully willing to do your homework for you), loves cooking for you and often makes your lunch for school

would simply swoon, fall on his knees for you, die on the spot if you wear anything plaid

you'd be matching<333

on that note, he'll always offer his cut-off flannel for you to wear, he thinks you look stunning in it, just very very pretty

if you wear nail polish he'll help you with it, he's very good at it because he often has self-care nights with his sisters

nights over at his house are going to be you two watching a romantic movie (they're his favourite but don't tell anyone) with snacks and just the two of you painting each other's nails

sometimes he would choose pink just to annoy people who say it doesn't match him

also asks you to put on eyeliner on him for his shows (if you know how), not because he can't but he likes being close to you

and he also loves the focuses face you have on when you do it

he'd melt if you wanted to come see him at the Hideout

would practice way more just to impress you (the rest of Corroded Coffin teases him) and on the day he'd be smiling the whole time while bouncing his leg from excitement

100% asks for a good luck kiss

he'd be peeking glances at you throughout the night (not too many times 'cause he doesn't want to mess up)

he loves holding your hand

already said this but he's so proud to hold your hand, especially at school where everyone can see you, meaning you want people to know about you two

it just boosts his confidence

asks if you want to sit with him at lunch, and understands you don't want to, the Hellfire club (especially Eddie) can be overwhelming sometimes

but if you do want to he's going to hold your hand under the table (so you two don't get teased by the group) and offer his food to you

everyone is shocked because he doesn't offer his food to anyone

is somewhat insicure about his looks (not his style or hair though), I mean he knows that there's nothing wrong with how he looks but society sometimes gets to you yk

so sometimes just needs reassurance and some extra love and kisses<333

if I think of others I'll make a part two!

(I may have used way too many brackets sorry)

[salazarslytherin]

under the waxing moon (r.l x y/n)

requested: yes!! [could you do a young remus lupin smut perhaps? if not than cedric!! one with a marking kink, maybe!! and (fem) reader has love bites all over her and remus has scratches on his back from her yk.... and maybe the marauders notice or something cheeky like that at the end! thank u my love!!] send in your own request here!

🃛 masterlist!

cw/tw: smut, marking!kink, hickeys, oral sex (both male and female receiving), fingering, idk just sex man, basically porn without plot

word count: 2.9k

a/n: i hope you guys like it! i wasn't sure whether there were any cw/tw other than the ones listed? if you guys notice any please leave a comment or dm or smth to let me know! thanks :) ALSO i realise i use the word 'boy' a lot jic that makes people uncomfortable all the characters in my fics are of age, i just don't feel comfortable calling them men :/ anw, if you like it please leave a comment, like or reblog to help boost xx

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The door slammed shut behind you two as Remus kicked backward, not that either of you would have stopped what you were doing should the door have stayed open.

His hands were currently in one of his favourite spots – nestled under your thighs while your legs were curled around his waist, hands clinging to his neck like you were afraid he'd dissipate into thin air if you were to let go for a second.

Your two mouths moved furiously against each other, his tongue furiously dominating yours as he brought you two towards his bed, bringing you along with him like you weighed nothing.

"Fuck, I can't wait any longer."

Remus tossed you onto the bed, his tall stature casting a long shadow above you as the late morning light shone through the Gryffindor tower windows, the young werewolf's smirk glowing beautifully in the bright light.

"Then hurry up and have me."

The words seemed to do the trick, breaking the trance Remus was in– scanning your body almost in a predatory fashion. It was hot. The prefect almost growled at the sound of your words, diving back down to press his lips to yours, hands by your head, impassioned by the waxing moon.

As the full moon drew closer, you found that Remus' libido would be heightened. He often drew you into empty classrooms, broom closets, once even getting you off in the Three Broomsticks during a Hogsmeade trip. But you weren't complaining. You got your boyfriend's mind off the full moon, and an – actually, several, intense orgasms? It was a dream come true.

As you were lost in your thoughts about the last full moon, Remus had found his way away from your lips, trailing soft kisses down your jaw to the sensitive spot behind your ear, sucking roughly to draw a moan out of you, and effectively, you out of your thoughts.

"Mm, you like that? Like it when I mark you? When the whole school knows who you belong to?"

Nodding, the words vibrated against your skin as Remus traveled down your neck, never hesitating to bite and suck on every last bit of naked skin he could find. Your hands had moved from behind his neck down to his button-up, detaching each one in a frenzy to see him, to feel him.

His hands did very much the same, moving down your own school shirt to unveil your bra, showing more skin as his lips ventured lower down your body towards your collarbone– his favourite place to leave a mark. Nibbling on your left collar, Remus balanced himself on his elbows, moving to grind his hard-on on your clothed crotch.

"Fuck yes, Re I need you. Please."

Your hands had landed themselves on his pants, unbuckling his belt and pants with shaking hands as the two of you moaned together. He detached himself from you for a second, both of you undressing entirely in record time before latching back on immediately, your lips melding together before the two of you had even hit the bed.

Remus' knee found itself between your legs, nudging them apart as his hands sought residence roaming your body, leaving light trails that caused shivers throughout.

One hand eventually landed on your breasts, alternating between massaging and squeezing them as you elicited moans with each movement. The other made its way down to your thighs, gripping onto them hard, sure to leave fingerprints for the next two weeks, purple reminders of this night.

Whining against his lips, you took matters into your own hands, grabbing onto his hard-on and squeezing lightly around the base, making Remus growl in return.

You began moving your hand slowly up and down Remus' shaft, your thumb spreading the small droplets of precum that had gathered, picking up the pace as the werewolf let out breathy moans, moving away from your lips to bite onto your neck.

Continuing to jerk Remus off, your other hand reached down to tug at his balls. When you felt him start to twitch in your grasp you let go, making the boy gasp as he abandoned the section of your neck he was currently sucking a hickey onto, in shock at the fact that you had pushed him so close to the edge and not let him cum.

Smiling innocently at your boyfriend, you rolled him over– an action he definitely hadn't expected and kissed him on the lips, before making your way down his body.

"Couldn't let you cum like that. I want to taste you."

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You gave a little kitten lick to the werewolf's leaking slit, making him moan as he propped himself up onto his elbows, watching you go down on him, fascinated.

You swallowed the tip, swirling your tongue around the head and grazing your teeth softly against the shaft. Remus' hands flew to your hair, tightening his grip as you hollowed your cheeks on his member.

You answered by sinking your nails into his thighs, scratching down slightly as he impatiently push you down further, moaning out as he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, making you gag slightly.

You looked up at the boy through your eyelashes, lost in euphoria as he looked back down at you through hooded eyes, one hand leaving your hair for a brief second to caress your cheek, before flying back to pull your hair as you pulled off of him to swirl your tongue around his head.

Having already been pushed so close to the edge, it didn't take long for Remus to start twitching in your mouth again, the only indication of him reaching his orgasm aside from the sudden pull on your scalp.

The boy threw his head back, letting out a loud moan that you were sure would be heard down in the common room, before gripping onto your hair tightly and thrusting up into your mouth.

Ropes of white hit your throat, letting go of Remus' cock with a pop, before swallowing his seed, looking down at the boy panting beneath you.

"I fucking love you."

He pulled you down onto him, wrapping his hands around you to meld your lips against his, the two of you gripping each others' hips as Remus rolled you to the bottom again.

"Now I'm going to pound you into the fucking bed baby."

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Remus' fingers slid inside of you without a hassle, you were so wet it was as if your body was welcoming him. He prepped you at a pace that was so quick you didn't dare to think how intense he'd be later.

Remus wasn't one to break a promise.

Your nails drew thick lines down Remus' back as he added a second finger, scissoring the two inside of you, hitting your g-spot which made you let out a small shout in response, gripping onto his shoulders with your nails.

"Re, oh God."

Your back arched off the mattress, eyes falling shut as you threw your head back, moaning louder and louder as Remus drew fervent circles on your clit.

Remus watched you from above, smirking as he moved down to suck on your tit, leaving a hickey above your nipple.

A third finger slid into your hole, your walls slowly fluttering around Remus' fingers as you felt a heat begin bubbling in your stomach, your toes curling as your orgasm quickly approached.

"Re, fuck, please, Re!"

You scratched onto Remus' back, gripping tightly onto his shoulders as you drew closer, until your high was denied, the nails that were gripping onto his shoulders relaxing in shock.

"What the fuck!"

The boy shot you a smirk as he looked down upon you, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe, whispering in your ear.

"You only get to cum with me inside of you."

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Remus brushed the head of his cock up and down your folds, collecting your essence before pushing in, the both of you moaning at the feeling.

He pushed in further, bottoming out as you gripped onto his back, drawing thick red lines down it. Your tits pushed up against his scarred chest as he fucked into you slowly, sucking a hickey into your jaw.

Remus moved out of you so that only his tip remained, right before slamming back into you, making you moan out at the movement, his hands moving to land a firm slap on your thigh, his pace increasing every time he landed another slap. The small bits of pain mixed with pleasure, Remus' hollow slaps aiming only to arouse you rather cause any pain.

As he moved in and out of you, his hands gripped onto your thighs rather than continuing to deliver hits. He held onto them firmly enough to leave a bruise while maneuvering them so that your knees pressed against your own torso, hitting you with a new angle that caused him to brush against your g-spot with every movement, his crotch rubbing against your clit with every thrust.

Your lips found their way to Remus' shoulder, biting hard onto the skin to suck a hickey into it, biting down particularly hard as Remus' thrusts grew stronger, causing the boy to let out a guttural moan.

"D'you like this baby? Marking me up, showing everyone who I get to fuck every night?"

You nodded into Remus' neck, his own lips kissing your neck as his tongue darted out to trace the red marks he'd left behind, sure to turn a dark purple for everyone to see later tonight.

His hips moved at a vicious speed, the sound of skin on skin being the only sounds to echo around the room aside from the raspy sounds that would emerge from both of your throats, the two of you too immersed in the pleasure to make any proper sounds.

"Re. I, close."

Your walls began pulsing around Remus, incoherent moans leaving your mouth as your orgasm began to build for the second time that day, one hand moving away from your thigh to massage your bundle of nerves, his lips moving back on top of yours.

"Cum for me baby, I want to see you scream my name."

Despite his own orgasm building, Remus never faltered in his movements, his hips snapping to hit just the right spot to bring you closer and closer to the edge, his chest pushing down your knees as his hand moved to hold your neck, admiring the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the two of you build towards your climaxes.

"Such a pretty girl baby, all marked up and fucked out. You ready to cum yet?"

Nodding despite the hand wrapped around your neck, you threw your head back, your hands never ceasing in their movements to draw lines on Remus' back.

"I–fuck, yes, Remus!"

White clouded your vision as your orgasm hit you– a tidal wave followed by ripples that came in the form of Remus' slowing, yet still strong, thrusts into you, his head brushing against your g-spot with each movement which made you whine with each moment, your juices leaking out from around him, making you impossibly more wet than before, sinful sounds echoing from around the room.

"Cum for me Remus, I want to feel you fill me up."

Your hands reached out for the boy above you, pulling him down so that both your heads nestled in each other's necks. Tired from your orgasm, you were still eliciting noises as the boy moved in and out of you, him moaning as he felt your walls tighten around him with every other movement.

"Yes baby, I'm going to cum, fuck."

The werewolf moaned, muffling it by biting into your red neck, leaving yet another mark to remind you of this day. You felt hot spurts of Remus' cum hit you, moaning as a new warmth filled your hole.

The boy fell on top of you completely, his knees giving out under the ecstasy he experienced.

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You whined slightly as Remus pulled out of you, suddenly feeling empty when he left you.

Your combined juices flowed out of you in that moment, but the sadness you felt was suddenly replaced with a shot of pleasure, the werewolf leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lower lips.

"Such a good girl, letting me cum inside her twice."

The kiss turned into a tongue, teasing at your sensitive entrance as Remus licked at the juices flowing out of you, drawing moans from your mouth that you didn't know you still had the energy for.

"It'd only be fair if my baby got to cum twice too, wouldn't it?"

Your eyes fell close again, nodding as your hands searched for Remus' body below you, trying to find something to grab, something to grip onto.

"I need to hear you darling, otherwise I don't know what you want me to do."

A smirk fell on the boy's lips, making you want to cry out in frustration as he moved away from your cunt, instead peppering kisses and sucking on the soft skin of your inner thighs, intent on marking you there.

"Fuck, Remus make me cum again."

The boy hummed against your thigh, moving away to admire a small hickey he'd left behind.

"Not good enough baby. I need to know how much you want it, I'm not here to be told what to do."

Tears welled in your eyes as you grew more and more frustrated, tired from the first round already you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching Remus much like how he watched you when you sucked him off.

"Please Remus, I need you to make me cum again. Please?"

Your bottom lip stuck out, making the boy chuckle. Another stupidly handsome smirk grew onto the boy's lips, leaning down to dart his tongue out onto your slit, flicking over your nub for a brief second.

"Of course Y/N, anything for you."

You fell back on the mattress as Remus dove back in, his hands gripping your thighs to push them apart, fingers digging in yet again to leave as many marks on you as possible.

He sucked on your abused clit, tongue darting back and forth at the same rhythm as his hands, massaging your thighs with his fingers. His mouth moved lower, drawing figures on your lips as his tongue danced around, occasionally dipping into your hole, fucking you with the appendage.

"Oh Re, faster."

The boy below obliged with a moan that sent ripples up your spine, fucking his tongue in and out of you at a speed reminiscent of the way he pounded into you mere minutes ago, two fingers moving to rub rapid circles onto your clit.

Moans grew into pants as you felt him speed up, your toes curling as your hands gripped onto his hair, pulling Remus' mouth further onto your pussy.

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm built, pushing you over the edge as your walls clenched around Remus' tongue, the boy muttering a 'cum for me' onto your lips.

You released with a shout, legs shaking as you pulled Remus' hair tightly, your back arching off the mattress as you rode out your high, Remus continuing to eat you out until you were reduced to a twitching mess.

"Feeling good?"

⚔︎

An hour after your activities, Remus walked the two of you into the Great Hall, both of you famished and ready to stuff yourselves with lunch.

You tried not to limp as you walked, and then had to brace yourself as you sat down on the wooden bench, Remus kissing you softly on the cheek as he joined you, greeting James and Sirius with a smile.

"Hey Y/N!"

Your housemates called out to you, prompting you to wave at them in return, before moving to serve yourself some food.

"Merlin, Y/N did you get mauled?!"

Peter came towards the table, dropping himself in the seat across from you.

"I–, what?"

The boy gestured towards your neck, making the other two marauders crane to see what Peter was talking about.

"Fuck, Y/N, what the hell happened?"

Remus looked down at your neck, then turned red as he realised what the boys were talking about. In the past hour or so, your hickeys had darkened immensely, covering every part of you, from behind your ears down to your collarbones– which could be seen from the undone top buttons of your blouse.

"Uh, I uh."

You had also caught on to what the boys meant, biting your lip as you looked down at your food.

Remus suddenly felt very warm, his skin heating up, rolling up his sleeves and tugging at his collar to let some cool air touch his skin.

"Oh, Moony! You really didn't have to mark her up that much you know. I think the point's been made. The whole world already knows she's yours."

Sirius chuckled and elbowed James, pointing down at Remus' arms.

"Look, I'm thinking Moony's not the only possessive one here at the table y'know."

The thick lines you'd drawn up and down the werewolf's arms still remained, and the few hickeys you'd left on his neck were small, but still noticeable.

Your cheeks heated, shifting your hair as best you could to cover up your neck. Remus let down his sleeves, shifting his collar and let out a cough.

"Moony just gets antsy 'round the full moon, y'know?"