#please get out of my face I’m begging you

[imsofreakingtired]

I'm in love with your page like I genuinely check it multiple times a day to see if you've posted even though I have notifs on 😭😭😭

Please can we get Sevika!XReader! When sevika and reader have just started dating and sev finds out reader smokes and begs her to stop even though it's hypocritical because she chain smokes herself 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

ASDFGHJKL THANK YOUUU that literally made my day. hope you enjoyy

run away (from me)

content warning(s): smoking, some blood, mentions of addiction

"i cherish and want you, but there's still no answer i know you get it, so don't play hypocrite me collecting dust in the corner of the room it's not pretty, i don't want you to stay"

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Your hands are shaking. All of you is shaking, actually. Breathing hard, you fold yourself tighter into the ledge you found between the stacked wooden crates in the alleyway of some dilapidated buildings. You’re not sure if people live there, but you’re certain they wouldn’t give two shits about some cigarette smoke wafting around. 

Cigarette between your lips, you flick angrily at the lighter. Either your hands are weak or this lighter you lifted from the pocket of that enforcer is a bum one, because all you’re seeing are little sparks. 

Finally, a flame. You light the cigarette. 

It had been a close chase. You’d managed to lead the goons onto your own turf, then lose them with several false turns. Not before they’d nicked you with their fuckass little pocket knives, though. 

You don’t want to think about that right now. They’re only flesh wounds, and you need to relax yourself before you look at them. 

Then a large shadow falls over you. 

“There you are.” 

You look up. Right at the strong features and vivid gray eyes that have held you in a chokehold since you first saw them, and took your breath away even now. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Where the hell have you been?”

“Ha,” you say, flicking the ash onto the wooden box next to you. “Careful there, Vika, or it might sound like you actually care about me.” 

Sevika snorts. “Keep dreaming.”

The two of you have been seeing each other for little less than a month. 

Then Sevika sees the cigarette in your fingers. She looks quickly around to see if anyone is approaching, then crouches down beside you, frowning. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m having a self-care day. Little meditation session.” 

She sees the blood staining your shirt, the telltale marks of a scuffle on your face. “Fuck. Are you hurt?” 

“Barely. Nicks and bumps.” 

She takes the cigarette out of your hand. 

“Hey!” 

“You shouldn’t smoke this shit,” she said, stubbing it out. “What are you on about? Let me look at you.” 

“That was my last cigarette,” you said, scowling. “You better make it up.” 

“You shouldn’t smoke at all. Not in this cesspool of fissure smoke. What’re you trying to do—kill yourself?”

“Oh. Deepest apologies. I didn’t realize you’re the only person in Zaun who is allowed to slowly destroy your lungs.” 

She raises an eyebrow. “You try being my age, growing up in the mines and breathing that shit night and day. Your lungs aren’t like that.”

“Sevika,” you say, letting the hint of a whine into your voice. You know it’s a gamble with her—whether she’s in the mood to humor you or not depends on the day, the weather, hell, the color of your shirt. But you really need that smoke. “Vika, I’ve had a shitty day. Gimme back the cigarette.” 

She looks at it, the burnt end, the dry marks of your lipstick. She puts it in her pocket. 

“Vika, I swear to God—” 

“How long have you been smoking?” She asks quietly. 

You shrug. “As long as every other undercity brat.”

“Come on, get up. You’re hurt.” 

“I can’t. I’m too tired. You just took away my only hope of revival.” 

She mutters something under her breath, you’re pretty sure you heard the word “insufferable.” Then she takes off her cloak, her mechanical arm gleaming in the late afternoon sun, and throws it around your shoulders. 

“Your ‘only hope of revival’?” She repeats to you, scooping you up in her arms. “What am I, nothing?” 

You wince slightly as she lifts you up, but it’s comforting to feel the solidity of her warm body, the muscles of her human arm flexing against your back. You wrap your arms around her neck. “You’re not too bad,” you admit. 

She gives a short chuckle. “You’ll see. Just see if I can’t make you feel ten times better than a lousy smoke.” 

“That’s a two-way deal,” you tell her, leaning your head on her shoulder. “You need to let me return the favor.” 

“Done.” 

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thank you @prettyinpink69 for the request :)

[dokidokidraft]

Sub JJK Men Hcs

A/n: Im sry about kinktober guys, hcs are just easier to write rn. Plus, I’ve had this in my drafts for a while.(since August…)

⇨Masterlist⇦

Warnings: smut, nsfw, the title says it all. Dom!afab!reader, no pronouns used tho, sub jjk men (separate), overstimulation, edging, dracryphilia, brat taming, bondage/gagging, pegging, and gun play in Toji’s

Includes: Satoru Gojo, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro

More in part two, I promise. Request specific characters if you’d like!

꧁Satoru Gojo꧂

This man has 2 moods

#1 is whiny, obedient sub who’s kinda desperate. This only happens when he’s had a tough day at work and need to cool down a little.

#2 is his most common, the brat. Disobedient, cocky, and his ego goes through the roof. Tries to take charge most of the time.

He's super into overstimulation, whether he’s a crying, begging mess, or you need to brat tame him a bit.

The punishment that best works for him is the chastity cage. The pain turns pleasurable for him, but your always so cruel and hide the key. The longest he’s gone is 4 days, before he was begging (full on his knees, tears in his eyes, hands together as if he was praying) for you to take it off.

One of the loudest men on this list. I’m talking moans, whimpers, grunts, whines, the whole damn package.

Even when he’s being bratty, and TRYING to block out the noise, he’s crying out your name like it’s the only word he knows.

Hates edging, so that’s also an optimal punishment for him. Being on the brink of orgasm, teetering off the edge, before you pull him back down to earth is probably the worst feeling ever. (maybe second to the chastity)

Doesn’t like getting spanked or anything like that, but do use his blindfold to tie his wrists to the bed frame, etc.

Super big praise kink, but degradation also makes him moan, even when he tried to convince himself he doesn’t like it.

But oh god, when you ride him. That’s what really gets him going, seeing you bounce on top of him, tits swaying enticingly in front of his face. that's his absolute favourite thing.

Heavy aftercare is needed with this guy. I’m talking bubble bath, chocolates, and at least half an hour of snuggling afterwards.

“I’m NOT begging for you to blow me. I’m the strongest, I don’t beg”

“God, woman! J-just let me cum already! I’ll even let you peg me again just don’t edge me anymore….ple-e-ease…”

꧁Geto Suguru꧂

Not on the bratty side, but not completely submissive either

As long as you’re happy, he’s happy.

One of his biggest kinks is hair pulling, especially if he’s eating you out. Making eye contact and feeling the tug on his scalp while you force your cunt against his face is just heaven for him.

Also loves being edged. Unlike Satoru, he loves to feel the buzz when he gets denied, loves the feeling of you in control.

He doesn’t usually need to be punished, but on the odd occasion when he does, the best option is simply putting him on a sex ban. The chastity doesn’t really sit right with him, but not getting any pussy is definitely torture.

Like it when you tie him up, but make it overdramatic. Give him full-on jewelled handcuffs, and a bright red, shiny ball gag, with a side of fairy lights hung around the bed frame.

Whenever you gag him, he makes sure to be extra loud to entertain you. His muffled moans will be replaying in your head for days.

Speaking of which, you definitely get some noise complaints from the neighbours.

Would much rather be giving you oral, but once your tongue touches the too of his cock I can promise you he whimpers from the tiniest touch 🥺

He will buy a new bed, and make it fucking massive. He wants to try every single position possible, that’s a given.

Has a habit of biting the pillow to muffle his moans <3

“Tying me up again, huh? Don’t you ever get bored of it? Oh, did that earn me the gag yet?”

“Sex ban? You’re joking. You’re fucking joking. Please tell me you’re fucking joking.”

꧁Toji Fushiguro꧂

Submissive? Not at all…until you ride him

He would sell his soul to have you go cowgirl on him for the first time again

Toji likes the chastity cage bc it’s like a challenge for him, seeing how long he can last

If you try to peg him I’d suggest like…writing your loved ones a note :)

Overstimulation is his JAM (for both of you) but it takes fucking forever for him to get a bit overstimulated, this man has a shot ton of stamina.

When you convince him to sub, he can go all night. He’ll just be lazy and take it, whatever you give him, with lots of suggestive comments along the way

Giving him a blow job is the best way to relax him, especially if you have your nails done and use your hand at the base <3

He may or may not secretly love when you step on him, it gets him going like crazy

Hold him at gunpoint and he will be hard as a rock. He taught his girl well, and loves the thought of her overpowering him like that

Car sex. That’s it.

When you guys get really into it his hair will fall in front of his face, and if you gently brush it out of the way he falls in love all over again.

“Wanna suck on it, doll? I promise I won’t force it down your throat like last time, take your time.”

“I heard pineapple makes your cum taste sweet. Think we should try it? I’ll be the lovely taste tester if ya ride me afterwards.”

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

SOULMATE SOAP HAS MY HEART. I DONT THINK THERES ANYTHING I WOULDNT DO FOR HIM

67 / 2.8k / soap soulmate au, epilogue

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"Anything, you say?" Soap's eyes sparkle. "A dangerous proposal, hen."

You roll your eyes. "You know what I mean."

"I know what you said." He grins at you as he towels himself off. "I’m wonderin' what exactly I could get away with, bein' offered anything. No limits, no boundaries..."

You can't help but let your gaze trail down his form. He's totally naked and still dripping wet. "Anything within reason."

"Where's the fun in bein’ reasonable?"

You lean back, pulling your feet up and crossing your legs atop the low hotel coffee table where you're seated.

You and Soap have been getting to know each other here—intimately, as soulmates and people—for the past two days. You don't live near Glasgow and wouldn't tell Soap where exactly you call home, so he offered to get the two of you a hotel suite near the mountains while the higher-ups figure out what to do with you.

You figured he'd offer to take you out on a date or something, but so far you haven't made it out of the hotel room yet. It's more like a honeymoon than a vacation. You can't say you're disappointed with all the things he's shown you, though.

"Oh, so it hasn't been fun for you yet?"

Soap laughs at that and throws the towel to the carpet. No point in modesty. You’ve seen and touched every scar and bruise on his powerful body, but it does nothing to deter your gaze.

"Been plenty fun. But now I know I could be gettin’ away with even more if I play my cards right."

"Such as?"

"Marriage."

You scoff. "Pervert."

"Am I?" He leans toward you and braces his hands on the edge of the coffee table. He loves the way you try to resist looking at him but can’t help yourself. Your gaze keeps trailing down to his abs. "I think you like the idea of me down on my knees. I’ve seen you enjoyin’ the view."

Your back straightens. He's so cocky. Still, your eyes don't meet his. If anything, they dip lower. "Laswell called while you were in the shower."

"Did she?" He strolls across the space between the bathroom and the bed to his duffel bag. You lean back and watch him languidly as he digs around for his phone, his handsome mouth settling into a frown. He won’t find it. He sees why once he glances over at you to see your catlike smile.

Soap crosses his arms and looks down at you. "Resigned to petty thievery now, are we?"

You shrug and hold his phone out, letting it dangle from your fingertips like a mouse by the tail. "It's not like I have any other jobs to preoccupy my time."

He pauses to admire the view down your tank top—his tank top—and then snatches the phone away. "How many times do you want me tae beg and grovel for forgiveness? Not that you deserve it, ye wee hellion,” he mutters, scrolling through his recent calls.

"At least three more times." You lean back on your hands as he walks away. "Aren't you going to ask me what she said?"

"Are you going to tell the truth?"

"I was considering it."

"Were you?”

You sigh and watch him raise his phone to his ear. You miss when he hung on your every word.

"Go for Soap."

Soap makes a show of talking on the phone with Laswell. He tries not to glance at you too much. You and your sharp pout and the black tank top you’re wearing and how it rides up on your hips and leaves nothing to the imagination. He’ll have to do something about that later.

"Aye. Understood." A slow grin stretches across his face. "Now that is good news. Pleased to be workin' with ya, Laswell."

He hangs up. You cross your arms. "Well?"

Soap tosses his phone on the bed and turns back to you. "Ought to chew you out for answering a call on a secure line."

"Kate already did."

"Did she, now? And you’re on a first-name basis?" Now he is amused. "Don't think I'm not keeping track of every little rule you’ve broken so far. You’re in enough trouble as it is."

You bounce your leg against the tabletop. "What did she say?"

Soap closes the space between you. In the time it takes him to reach you, you stand up, bare feet on the low table. It puts you barely above eye level with him.

"She didn't tell you the news, then, did she?" His lips twist into a smug smirk. "Serves you right."

You stare him down. You don't often get the chance to, so you capitalize on it for all you're worth. "She did," you lie.

"You’re lying, darlin’."

"How would you know?"

"You'd be right pissed off already, for one." He wraps his hands around the backs of your bare thighs idly. His thumbs brush the underside of your ass. "For two, I know better than to take you at your word. Might as well start assuming the opposite of what you decide to tell me."

"That's not a nice thing to say to your soulmate."

"You’ve never been nice to me in your life." He pulls you closer, making your legs part so he can hike his thigh up between them, his foot flat on the table between yours. He grins at you. "I seem to recall you threatenin' me that first night we met."

You push against his chest to steady yourself. "I was trying to protect your dumb ass. You were going to get yourself killed."

Soap’s hand slides up to the small of your back to help you balance. "Didn't get killed, though, did I?"

"Only because I told you to hide."

"My guardian angel."

"You're lucky you got away when you did. If you compromised us, I would've gutted you."

"Vicious, vicious woman."

"Stubborn mule of a man."

"Gorgeous, disobedient pain in my ass." Soap takes your chin in his fingers and lifts it, drifting closer to your lips as if drawn in. "Not tae mention ornery."

"You're ornery."

"Now, that's hurtful. You ought to give me some sympathy."

"Give me one good reason why."

His hands slide up to cup your ass. "Because I’m your soulmate, and I’m entitled to a little sympathy for the fact that your brazen attitude makes me crazy."

You rub at his collarbone. "If you're my soulmate, it follows that you deserve it."

Christ, he loves when you say shit like that. He leans in to mouth the underside of your jaw and murmur directly against your ear. "You know what I deserve? And you’re gonna give it to me?"

You tilt your head up. His lips slide further down your neck. You preen. "Someone has to."

He lets out a dark huff of laughter at the response. You’re all too eager to push back at him, and nothing gets him hard faster than a challenge.

Just as he latches onto your neck and begins marking you with a new hickey, you push him backward onto the hotel bed. Soap laughs as he lets himself fall. Then he sits up on his elbows and leers at you. His hair is already mussed and his breathing already heavier than normal.

You climb over him, plant your palms on his shoulders, and press him down into the comforter. Right as you stoop down to catch his bottom lip in your teeth, though, you look down at him from above and frown. "Wait, but what did Laswell say?"

Soap pauses. “Now?”

"Yes." You can’t stand not knowing. "Tell me."

Soap grabs two handfuls of your ass and squeezes in annoyance. Ruin the mood, then. "She said she heard back from the program." The program meant to protect the soulmates of military operators and other agents who could be compromised by the existance—or any knowledge whatsoever—of a soulbond. Like witness protection.

You suck in an annoyed breath. "Are you really gonna lock me up in some safehouse?"

“I’d love to—chain you up, put you in a cage, keep you somewhere all safe and sound so nobody else can touch you.” Soap watches you with an off-kilter gleam in his eyes. His words draw an image in your mind that isn’t remotely unpleasant. “But it won't be with the program, no. They denied the request."

You perk up. "Really?"

Soap grins at how excited you get. “Aye. Said your old job makes you a security risk. Too hot to handle.” He lets out a huff as his hand slides up your bare thigh. “But don't get too excited. Laswell found another opening. Or… made one. Something in her sector."

You sit back in surprise. "CIA?"

"Aye. Turns out your impressive track record of selling violence for money makes you a font of useful intel. " Soap watches you, gauging your reaction. "Couldn’t let that go to waste, now, could they?"

You glare down at him. "What's the catch?"

Soap can see the wheels turning in your mind. He grins. "Oh, hardly a thing."

Your hands tighten on his shoulders in warning. "Johnny."

He grins up at you, all teeth and confidence. He loves the way you say his name. “You should go into intelligence. You’d be a hell of an interrogator. You’d get me to tell you anything and never even bat those pretty eyelashes at me."

"John, I swear to God."

He laughs as he sits up on his elbows, his free hand running up your leg to wrap around your hip. "Alright, alright. Pushy." This is almost how he wanted you: straddling him on the bed, hips pressed together. "You're the perfect hire because you come attached to your own soldier, aye? Package deal. Someone to keep an eye on you."

"What, like a handler?"

"Somethin' like that," he muses, tracing his finger along your spine.

You give him a doubtful look. There's no way Laswell would stoop so low. But seeing the shit-eating grin on his face gives you a sinking feeling. "I'm an asset?"

"Course not. An asset would've defected of their own free will. And since you runnin’ away with me is still off the record as of yet…"

Still perched across his hips, you cross your arms. "And what if I say no?"

Soap narrows his eyes.

The world flips. You're on your back, pinned underneath him against the bed. He presses your wrists against the comforter. "Then you'd be a hostage."

You pull at his grip, but it does no good. "You can’t do that."

"I can."

"Says who?"

He leans close. "Says your new handler." He lets the word sink in, lets it make your mind race with indignant heat. That's how he likes you best. His lips trail along the side of your neck, mouthing at the sensitive skin there in a way that makes you arch up. "Talk or don't. Either way, I'll have a convenient excuse to keep you locked up tight."

Naturally. He lets the truth slip out so easily. Likely because he never intended to give you much of a choice. He's learned his lesson and knows very well not to trust you to stay in one place anymore. If he wants to keep you around, he needs to play dirty. Like you.

He trusts you with his life, yes, but not with your own. And certainly not with his heart.

You scoff. But instead of resisting, you relax your body and let him have his way. "Fine. If it makes no difference, do your job. You know what that is, right? Extract my intel."

He pauses with his mouth against your neck. You’re giving in already. He isn’t used to that.

He shifts his hands to thread your fingers together and pin them higher over your head. He lets his mouth brush your neck as he speaks. "I intend to."

"Go on, then. Let’s see a real interrogation. Nothing like that silly warehouse you had me in before."

Soap’s face falls into a scowl. Cheeky. "That wasn't an interrogation, hen. That was a rescue." He settles one muscular leg back between your thighs. "Bloody eager to test my patience. And for what?"

"Mm."

He lets his knee nudge up against your core and grind against it, skin to skin. "You want a fight?" His voice softens, barely. "You want control?"

You think about it. But ultimately, you let your eyes close and relax your body that much more under him. "No, I trust you."

“Oh?” You’ve never said that before. Those words sound good coming from your lips. “Do ye?”

You open your eyes a fraction to narrow them at him. "Don't look too far into it."

“I’ll look as far as I please. Trust me not to hurt you, trust me not to let you leave...” He kisses you. It steals your breath again. "Trust me to give you what you need. Am I close?"

"You're trying to rile me up."

A dangerous grin slowly spreads across his face. “That's what I do best, sweetheart. So you trust me, eh?" When he gets like this—dark and heated, predatory—Soap looks more dangerous than all the weapons he’s ever used combined. A man as trained and deadly as Soap can get downright lethal when he’s playing with you. “Are you sure you should be trusting a man like me?”

"No, definitely not. Horrible idea."

He lets a laugh rumble out of his chest and his knee grinds against you again, earning himself a soft gasp. "But you’re still doing it, aren’t you? And you know what I'd do if your sweet little ass pulled another runner."

"I'm shaking in my socks."

His eyes flash with heat as he smirks down at you. He can feel your thighs clenching around his leg as he continues to grind against you. "You ought to be," he murmurs. "You know I got you. And you owe me."

"Do I?"

"Aye. For runnin' away from me, for lyin', for makin' me hunt you down. For makin' me drag your ass out of a frozen river. For makin' me think you were gonnae freeze t'death the moment I finally got you in my arms." He gives you such a heated look, you find yourself looking off at the ceiling behind him rather than holding his gaze. "And that's not even gettin' into all the stitches I got 'cause of you. You owe me for every single one."

You swallow. "Are you planning to hold that stuff over my head forever?"

If you had any idea how it felt to see you disappearing into that river, you probably wouldn’t be asking that.

"That depends on whether you plan on bein' the sort who needs to be kept in line forever," he growls. "Or whether you're gonnae let me keep you safe, darlin', always where I want ye."

Your face warms and your chest flutters. Damn it. "Fat chance," you retort as quickly as you can to cover up the butterflies.

"Forever it is, then." He lets go of your hands and reaches up to grab your chin. Soap has big hands, strong, with too many scars along his knuckles given his young age. "You’d do well to remember that every time you think about runnin’ from me.” His knee grinds up against you again, a tease and a promise all rolled into one. “Now tell me again that you trust me.”

"Nnh." You squirm. "Johnny, c'mon..."

"No, go on. Say it for me. Say you trust me. Say it out loud." He leans in closer. He's hungry again. Starving. "Let me hear it again. Sounds as pretty as you look."

You roll your hips against his knee again, seeing stars against your eyelids when his thigh muscle clenches.

His grip tightens in warning as he fights to keep control of himself. "You’re pushin’ it, hen."

"Do something about it," you murmur. You wanted bite in your voice, but it's not quite there. "Handler."

Coming from your mouth, it does funny things to his mind. His muscles coil tight with need. But then he relaxes. He has all the time in the world to do everything he wants to you. He bites down gently on your ear, earning a breathless shudder from you. His hands snake under your hips, pulling them up higher as his body slides between your legs.

"That's right. All mine."

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the end :) thanks everyone! soap loves you <3

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Stupid Joke

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Civilian!Reader Scenario: You see a trend on social media and make a stupid joke, Simon responds in a very Simon way. Warnings: No mask Simon (It's my personal headcanon in his regular life he probably wouldn't wear it), humour, mention of cheating, anxiety, mention of smut punishment, one spank, very old TikTok trend that I'm only getting around to writing now, canon-typical swearing.

If there was something that Simon hated more than anything it was texting. It grated him to no end. The letters on his phone were too small for his thumbs and it ended up a garbled mess on the screen. He loathed texting. Simon also hated it when you didn’t answer your phone because that meant he had to text.

He’d been up early to go visit the base for some information that Price had needed and now he was on his way home, he’d left you snoozing in bed this morning, always such a shame to leave your beautiful body without his own wrapped around it.

morning babe, want anything from the shop? on my way home x

That single text had stolen 10 minutes of his life, 10 minutes of driving time when he could have been coming home to you.

She’s busy.

The text had come back only seconds later and caused every muscle in Simon’s body to lock up. He stared at the screen. Numb. Blinking. Once. Then twice. Then throwing his phone aside to start his car aggressively, speeding the entire way home. Fuck the shop, he needed to get home.

From beside him his phone was dinging and buzzing, but he seethed sped home, pulling up outside the house. Stalking inside as you came flying downstairs in his direction. “Simon, it was a joke. It was a joke. You tried to reason and warn him, but a noise in the kitchen caught his attention, moving past your pawing hands to find the source of the noise.

Inside a bloke stood checking the boiler, minding his own business. “Oi.” He said with a level of gruffness to his voice you hadn’t heard before, the man spun suddenly with wide eyes. “You fuckin’ my wife?” He spat out venomously at him.

“What?” The man hiccupped out. “Simon, no.” You called out from behind him, pawing at his shoulder but Simon just continued. “I said, you fuckin’ my wife?” The poor man practically paled seeing this hulking man standing before him, anger painted on his face.

“Sir, I’m sorry. I’m just here… the boiler… I’m… servicing… I’m checking the boiler.” He stumbled out quickly motioning to his toolbox and the opened boiler cover.

“Likely fuckin’ story-” “Simon. Simon, stop.” You quickly said, moving around in front of him and looking up at him. “Please, stop. Listen to me. Please.” You begged and looked over your shoulder. “I’m sorry. Just… one second…” Firmly placing your hands on his chest you moved Simon backwards from the kitchen. “Simon, it was a joke-” You cupped his face to ensure he was looking down at you. “It was a stupid joke.”

His brows furrowed, confusion evident on his face. “What?” He muttered. “I saw this stupid trend online of people texting their partners ‘I’m busy’ to see how their partners react. I didn’t think you’d show up here to skin the bloody boiler man alive.” You said in a whisper. “I’m really sorry. It was a stupid joke. I tried to call you and text you to explain…”

In his red hot rage, he’d thrown his phone aside in his truck. He hadn’t seen your explanations. “So, you’re not fuckin’ the boiler man?” He asked in a smaller tone. “No, absolutely not.” You replied with earnest. “It was just a joke and a really bad one at that.”

“Fuckin’ hell.” Simon huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. “Fuckin’ hell.” He repeated in a small tone. “Almost beat that bloke to a pulp.” He said in a harsh whisper. “I’m deleting that fuckin’ app from your phone.” You nodded your head quickly in response. “That’s fair.” You agreed and reached up to rub his shoulders and upper arms. “I’m really sorry.”

Simon glanced over your shoulder to where the man continued to very quickly return to servicing the boiler, clearly wanting to get out of here as soon as he could manage. “You’re sorry?” His dark eyes then turned down to you and his lip curled up softly at the corner. “Oh, you’re gonna be sorry. I promise you…” Turning you around he brought his hand down firmly on your rear so much so it shunted you back in the direction of the stairs. “Why don’t you wait upstairs for me? I’ll be up to deal with you soon…”

Now, you knew some part of you should have been scared, but fuck if you didn’t feel excited in that moment too… maybe it wasn’t such a stupid joke afterall.

Masterlist | Ask | 27-01-2025

[burnforyou]

FIGHT & MAKE UP - LUIGI MANGIONE x READER

!SUMMARY! a fight with your boyfriend, luigi, ends up causing you to be bent over the bathroom sink.

!WARNINGS! fighting, accused cheating (no actual cheating), a bit of crying, he's a little insecure, reader is sensitive, make-up sex (kinda public)

if you don't like this, don't read it.

“hey, lu...“ you approach him sitting on a kitchen stool with caution, the wound from your argument still fresh.

“i don’t want to talk to you.” he states curtly.

“please, we won’t settle this unless we talk.” you beg.

“well, i wanted to talk to you this morning,”

your stomach drops in realization, your heart aching.

“but you weren’t here. so i stalked your location and went to where you were, and of course, i saw you with luke.” he snarls, his voice echoing in your kitchen.

“we were just talking? I… i wanted his advice. i wanted to talk to someone else about it, get another opinion.” you cautiously place a hand on his shoulder. he stiffens under your touch.

“it’s always him, isn’t it?” he turns his head to lock eyes with you. his eyes are wide with expectation.

“no,” you pace in the kitchen and rub your head, a headache stirring. you stop and look at him. “this is a big misunderstanding.”

“no, i’m not misunderstanding anything.” he gets up from the stool and stalks up to you. you have to tilt your head up to look in his eyes, now dark. “i’m telling you as i see it. to me it looks like every time we have an issue you go running back to him. literally anyone else, anyone else, this wouldn’t be a problem.”

he loses himself in the argument and you see it in his face. he’s lost the color in his eyes, replaced with a darkness you've never seen before.

“i’m sorry luigi, i wanted his opinion because he’s a man and i figured he would try and understand your side too, and i’d get unbiased advice from him.” your ramble on and on, struggling to get him to understand you.

“in what world would you get unbiased advice from him?" the adrenaline courses through his veins, "he probably begged you to break up with me, called me a loser, an evil man, the whole thing!”

“no, that’s not what happened,” tears begin welling up in your eyes, but you don’t let them fall. taking his accusations felt like walking on broken glass.

he grasps onto your shoulders with a force that almost makes you fall back.

“you can’t see it? that he just wants to get into your pants? he just wants to take you from me?” he growls in your face. his eyes search your face for any inkling of an answer.

“do you really think i’d leave you for him?” your voice comes out as sharp as a knife.

he opens his lips to reply, but closes them before saying anything. he doesn’t have anything to say to you.

he drops his hands to his sides after they left red marks on your skin.

“really, luigi? really?”

you start backing away from him. disappointment fills your heart.

“and since you care so much, he didn’t tell me to break up with you. actually, he told me i should apologize to you. but now, i don’t think you deserve my forgiveness.”

every stair creates a creaking noise as you storm up to your bedroom. once you meet the bed, you're out like a light.

you blink your eyes open, feeling a hand caressing your face softly. you're met with a stricken luigi looking down at you, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"can we talk?" he proposes carefully.

you sit up and lean back on your hands.

“you talk and i’ll listen.”

he takes a deep breath and leans down beside the bed and brings a notebook up from the floor. he looks down at the notebook and up at you again.

“i wrote down what i wanted to say, um…” he stammers off.

a smile threatens to grace your lips. it’s hard to stay mad at him, with his big brown eyes and little apology script.

“i’m sorry y/n. i didn’t mean to accuse you of cheating on me. it’s just.. my parents didn’t have the most, solid, relationship, as you know, and my father made me believe every woman would leave me. i’m really trying to break the pattern, to prove him wrong, to let you prove him wrong, but it’s really hard for me. but i am really trying for us, y/n."

"okay." you sigh.

"I don't mean to make excuses for my actions. I know what I said to you was wrong, and I'm sorry. for all of it, for the fight last night too."

you're weak. you're weak and you know it. you can't stay mad at him for anything. you climb into his arms and let him cradle you like a baby, his warmth engulfing you. "I'm sorry" you mutter weakly into his chest.

his thumb caresses the back of your head and he leaves a soft kiss on your forehead.

"i know. l'm sorry too baby." his voice comes out soft, his tender touches holding you to him.

you gave luke a hesitant side hug, eyes locked on luigi. he gives you a lazy smile and winks.

"thanks for having me," luke politely shakes luigi's hand and you take note of their size difference. luigi looms over him, not just in height, but size too. luigi makes small talk with luke as he leads him to the rest of where the rest of his guests are sat.

when you finally get a moment where all the guests are distracted, you sneak off to the kitchen, where you know luigi is hiding away. you lean against the counter next to him.

“why did you invite luke to your birthday party?”

“i wanted to…" he turns to look at you with a coy smile and your heart flutters. "get on better terms with him.” he watches your shocked reaction with satisfaction.

“wow luigi. that’s really.. nice of you.”

his lips turn up into a slight smirk that you catch. a sneaky suspicion he’s lying arises.

"that's not the real reason, is it?"

he crosses his arms across his chest and his biceps bulge in his short sleeve shirt. you bite your lip.

"you want to know the truth?"

"um, yes?" you reply like it's the most obvious thing in the world. he grips onto the counter next to you and leans over you, forcing you to look up at him. he leans down right next to your ear, his breath making the hairs on your neck stand up.

"I wanted him to see that you belong to me," he nibbles on your earlobe, "firsthand."

"you're joking." you bite your lip. he retracts from your ear, his signature hung smile lighting up his face.

"nope!" he says, popping the 'p.'

"and I thought you were being mature." you shake your head and roll your eyes with faux annoyance, trying to pretend like his words don't make you inexplicably needy. he leans into your neck again and presses hard kisses on the soft skin where your ear meets your neck.

"you know you like it." he casually reads you like a book. his slight scruff scratches your neck just the way you like it. "you know you've wanted this all day, prancing around here in this short skirt."

"lu," you whimper, quiet so the party-goers won't hear.

it was risky, but the rush, the adrenaline, the fact that luke could walk in at any second, it made you weak in the knees and left you aching for more.

he comes up and leaves his forehead against yours, eyes dark with need, pupils completely dilated.

"bathroom?" your heart pounds in your chest.

you shake your head, going against your own wishes.

"they'll notice we're gone."

"not if we're quick enough." he smirks, grabbing your hand. "come on."

he leads you to the downstairs bathroom and closes the door quietly after you. he presses your hips against the cold counter top and roughly pulls down your panties from under your skirt.

he wastes no time getting down on his knees, holding your ass apart with his hands, and playing with your already wet pussy.

"you want this bad?" he slaps your ass and groans at your reaction, jolting forward with a small gasp and a red mark appearing. his eyes meet yours in the mirror and he pushes a finger in you, still watching your reaction carefully.

"i want it now," you whine and stick out your bottom lip.

"look at you, so desperate." he shakes his head, pulling his shorts down enough to pull his hard cock out. he lines the tip up with your pussy and pushes his hips right against your ass, filling you up in seconds. your mouth falls open but nothing comes out, your lips completely dry.

as he thrusts into you, his thighs meeting your ass make loud, obscene noises that slip through the door.

you try and look back at him over your shoulder, but he forces you to look into his eyes in the mirror, bent over and fucking you desperately. "i'm gonna make this quick." he whispers into your ear, "look at who's fucking you this good."

you open your eyes and meet his dark ones in the mirror. instantly, his hand finds your clit and rubs it, adding stimulation. a moan flies out of you uncontrollably and you bite your lip to silence yourself.

"don't," he groans, "be loud f'me." he moans as you pulse around him. he smiles at you, watching your head bob as he fucks you braindead.

"could luke ever fuck you this good?" he asked with a rasp.

you gasp and he watches you struggle in the mirror with pleasure. he brings his other arm around your throat, his bicep now pressed against your throat. you try and shake your head but he just squeezes you harder.

"say it.” he growls roughly.

his cock kisses your cervix with every harsh thrust. your eyes flutter shut and your lower stomach bulges, heat growing with every movement.

"n-no,” you stammer, face red and sweat dripping, “fuck!"

"say my name.” you hold onto his arm and try and pull the weight off your neck, but he prevails.

"Luigi, please!”

"there ya go, that's it." he moans and slows his pace, grinding into you.

"say who you belong to." he slaps your clit carefully and your legs begin to buckle beneath him, body convulsing with pleasure.

"you, luigi. I'm yours." you purr and arch your back into him more, watching his eyebrows come together in the mirror.

"I'm gonna cum,” you whine, digging your nails into his muscles.

"cum baby," he demands, "make 'em hear you cum with me.” your vision fades to black when luigi thrusts into you as deep as possible, your skin meeting his with a dirty slap one more time. you buck against him, throbbing around him while he fills you. he quickly slips out of you and pulls your panties back up before any of his cum could drip out, forcing you to spend the rest of the party with his cum dripping out of you.

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[leon4nyx]

Are You Mine Tonight?

Sub!RE2!Leon x Dom!AFAB!Reader

word count - 1.2k

tags - MDNI, not proofread, porn w no plot, handcuffs, blindfolds, cumming in boxers, slight BDSM, begging, desperation, overstimulation, excessive cumming (4 times), dry orgasm, post-orgasm torture, praise (‘good boy’, ‘good puppy’, ‘needy baby’, ‘poor baby’), pegging, nipple play, riding, mention of hickeys, slight cum eating (mentioned once)

Leon goes full submissive good boy mode at the hands of his beloved. Since I'm on my period, y'all are getting this 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀𝓎 fic from me <3

“Easy there rookie,” you whisper against the shell of his ear, eliciting an uptight moan from the overstimulated mess that is Leon beneath you.

“N-Not fair, ‘m so sensitive…” He whimpers, though his hips still buck up in search of your heat.

You’ve brought him to his second orgasm of the night just by grinding, boxers thoroughly soaked and sticky with loads upon loads of his spend; you haven’t even set your hands and mouth on his cock yet he’s gone twitchy and fucked-out, rivulets of drool leaking from the corners of his lips.

Jumpy hands rock against the cuffs linking him to the headboard, metal clinks joining the desperate moans and creaking of the bed in the dimly-lit bedroom; his head lolls from left to right, blue eyes hidden away with a black blindfold. The sight is nothing short of sinful: smeared lipstick stains his mouth, a leather collar around his pale neck, chest adorned with bite marks and reddish-purple splotches; his pebbled nipples are especially flushed from the merciless rubbing and bites, earning the most number of pleasure-driven cries aside from the delicious friction applied on his cock with each grind.

Unsatisfied with just two orgasms from your boyfriend, the humping starts back up again to wring out more cries from the strung-out mutt beneath you.

“Ngh–!”

You cackle, inching close to his face to lick the drool. “It’s good isn’t it, pretty boy?”

He can only pant in a crazed fashion, head lifting before it plops back down into the pillows. “Pleasepleaseplease mistress! M-Mercy on my p-poor cock, please–! Ah–!”

Deciding to show him a sliver of that mercy he begged for, you slow down the grinding and remove the blindfolds from his eyes, unveiling lashes dampened with tears of earth-shattering pleasure.

“C-cum, w-wanna cum for you baby,” he breathes as his hips snap up to meet your grinding pussy. “Puppy w-wants to cum for h-his m-mistress– mmh–!”

“Puppy wants to cum, huh?” You repeat. “I don’t think so baby, you’re cumming too fast and I want more cock.”

“Fuck–!”

Before he can stop himself, a third wave of hot cum soils his underwear. His orgasms are painful pleasure now, sizzles of electricity surging from his neck and racing down. His breaths are rapid and shallow, swiftly gathering the air that the orgasm knocked out.

“Damn right because that’s what I’m going to do to you next.”

You slide the sticky garment off of his legs, bringing it up to his face to kitten-lick at the spend before you toss it haphazardly. The head of his cock blushes a bright red, the tender tip especially reddened and glossy with oozing pre-cum; the shaft is just as glossy, veins lightly rippling the skin up until the base. You drizzle lube over it despite the sensitive little thing being properly soaked just to wring out another heady moan, the cold liquid contrasting with the heat radiating from his body.

“God– please– I want more,” he begs. “Want t-to cum in that p-perfect pussy mistress–!” In his desperation, he thrusts into the air and you watch with an animalistic gaze as you watch his cock bounce helplessly.

“What a desperate boy,” you tut before you line your entrance with him. “Always so needy for some pussy, aren’t you?”

No warning was said, you simply sank down a lot faster than Leon anticipated; his back arches, throat bared to the heavens as his swollen nipples were pushed up.

“Sensitive, so sensitive,” he mumbles in his pussy-drunk and orgasm-crazed haze.

Squelches and clear shlicks and plaps of skin reverberate throughout the bedroom as you bounce with reckless abandon. Your own moans meld with his, a disturbance that is sure to earn you both a noise complaint taped to the door of the apartment but that’s a problem saved for the morning.

His face creased, eyes shut tight, and you took a moment to stop and check up on him. Given the go signal to continue, you resumed taking his cock and chasing after that otherworldly high. As for Leon, the line between pain and pleasure felt too good to stop toying with as his body writhed and his broken voice cried out for your name.

“That’s it Leon,” you coo before engaging in a sloppy kiss. “Such a good puppy for me. Good boy.”

The praise encouraged him to go on, planting his feet as he aggressively jutted up as much as he could, like he’d die if he stopped at all. With a high-pitched cry of your name, hot cum splatters against your pulsing gummy walls.

“Can you give me one more, baby?” You ask. Your chest rises and falls rapidly in time with soft pants, recovering from your own orgasm.

“O-One more?” He asks in disbelief and you nod. It doesn’t take long for him to consider having another go, though he makes it known that this’ll be the last for tonight. “Okay, but one and done.”

“Got it,” you say before you slip off of him and fasten a strap on to yourself. Hearing the velcro of the strap, your boyfriend lifted his head up and watched on with a reignited lust burning in his groin. Blood filled in his cock again, stiffening it back to arousal and heightened receptivity. Right after you slicked up the silicone cock with lube, you drizzle some over Leon’s winking asshole and gently prod in with a finger to warm him up.

“Mmpfh–! Shit, f-feels so good–!”

Taking it as a sign, you gently pump your curled index finger in and out to accustom him to the feeling of being stuffed. The ministration received positive reception from him, Leon moving his hips to have your finger rub against his prostate.

“Needy baby,” you sneer. “Always needing a cock in his filthy pussy, no?”

“Don’t have a pussy,” he whimpers back in shame.

“You were just acting like a bitch in heat earlier,” you point out. He stays silent, gaze trained elsewhere so the vibrant pink in his cheeks speak for him instead. “Shamelessly needing my finger deeper inside.”

Soon enough, Leon is stuffed full of the silicone cock and is taking all the inches like an obedient puppy. Each thrust results in a delicious rub of his prostate, the sensitivity sending more and more rivulets of pearly pre-cum to drip from his flushed cockhead’s tip. You latch onto a pinkish nipple, sucking and kitten-licking on one while the other is twirled and toyed with in between agile fingers.

“Ah–! Ah–! S-shit–!”

Unlike the previous times he ejaculated, he came dry this time. He winced at the twitching of his overly receptive cock, the sensations far too much for him to handle this time.

“You were so good Leon,” you say as you place a kiss on his warm cheek and reach up to uncuff his hands from the headboard. “I’ll go get a warm rag and clean you up, okay? Just tell me if you need anything else.”

Leon could only give you a thumbs up, arm plopping back on the sheets as he recovered from several explosive orgasms. He’ll definitely have more of these in the future.

NOTE - hi guys!! second smutty fic on this account that i haven't touched since last year <3 this entire thing is actually a spontaneous idea (if it isn't obvious enough lmao) that i typed up between the hours of 2AM and 4AM, where i am sleepy but i was determined to post this so here it is :3 i havent posted a fic in a bit back at main because i'm dry on ideas and working on this was something like a writing exercise. im very tempted to make an unwise purchase rn rgrghrg can't it get cheaper or something im going to go broke :'( anyway, that's it and thank you for reading this <3 let me know what you guys think as i am new to writing smut :)

[echo-riot]

PLEASE part 2 of a slip of the tongue (sevika)

maybe next day??

idk but youve awoken something within me with sevika as mommy

✞⛧ Slip of the tongue (part two) ✞⛧

Warnings: Pet names, including “mommy,” used in a sensual/domestic setting Suggestive language, heavy implications of dominance and submission dynamics Light embarrassment, power play, and playful banter

You wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and an overwhelming sense of dread. The events of the previous night flood back in disjointed flashes—Ricky rambling at the bar, too much alcohol, Sevika showing up like a looming shadow of judgment, and… oh, god. You called her mommy.

You groan, pressing the heels of your palms against your temples. Why did you think drinking was a good idea? Why did you think calling her was a good idea? And why the hell did she not immediately burst out laughing and leave you to wallow in your shame?

You crack an eye open and glance around the small, dimly lit apartment. You’re home—miraculously—though you have no memory of getting here.

Sevika. Of course.

You glance down at yourself. Your shoes are neatly placed by the door, and a blanket is draped haphazardly over your legs. She must’ve brought you home and tucked you in. The thought makes your chest ache with a confusing mix of mortification and warmth.

The faint sound of movement from the other room catches your attention, and your stomach drops. She’s still here.

Dragging yourself out of bed, you shuffle toward the kitchen, every step making you wince as your head pounds in protest. You find Sevika leaned against the counter, sipping from a mug of coffee like she owns the place. She looks annoyingly put together, her trench coat gone but her usual confidence intact.

Her sharp eyes flick to you as you enter, and a smirk tugs at her lips. “Morning, sunshine.

You groan, burying your face in your hands. “Don’t. Just… don’t.”

“Oh, I wasn’t planning to. But now that you’ve said it…” Her smirk widens, and you can already tell she’s going to enjoy this way too much.

You collapse into a chair at the small table, cradling your head in your hands. “Please tell me you’re here to kill me and put me out of my misery.”

“Tempting,” she says, setting her mug down and crossing her arms. “But no. I figured you’d need someone to drag you out of the gutter this morning.”

“I’d prefer the gutter, honestly,” you mutter.

She lets out a low chuckle, the sound both infuriating and strangely soothing. “Relax. You were drunk. I get it.”

You peek at her through your fingers, bracing yourself for the teasing that’s sure to come. “So… you’re not mad?”

“Mad? No.” Her smirk turns teasing. “Amused? Definitely.”

You groan again, slumping back in your chair. “I can’t believe I called you that.”

“‘Mommy,’” she says, enunciating the word slowly, clearly enjoying your suffering.

“Stop,” you beg, your face heating up.

Her laughter is deep and rich, filling the small apartment. She pushes off the counter and steps closer, towering over you in that way that always makes you feel small and flustered. She rests a hand on the back of your chair, leaning in just enough to make your heart race.

“You’re lucky it was me you called and not someone else,” she murmurs, her voice low and smooth.

You swallow hard, unable to meet her gaze. “Yeah, real lucky.”

Her fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up so you’re forced to look at her. Her expression softens, the teasing giving way to something warmer.

“You said it was an accident,” she says, her thumb grazing your jaw. “But if you want to call me that when you’re sober, I’m not stopping you.”

Your breath catches, your cheeks burning hotter than ever. “You’re serious?”

Her smirk returns, but it’s softer this time. “I wouldn’t joke about this.”

You blink up at her, your brain short-circuiting as you try to process her words. “I… I’ll think about it.”

“Good.” She straightens, ruffling your hair in an annoyingly affectionate way. “Now, drink some water before you pass out again. Can’t have you calling me for help twice in one week.”

You watch her walk back to the counter, her confident stride making it clear she’s still in charge of the situation.

You spend the rest of the day nursing your hangover and mulling over Sevika’s words. Her smirk, her voice, her teasing—all of it has been looping in your mind on a reel you can’t escape. She said she wouldn’t mind if you called her mommy again. She even sounded serious.

But was she?

The idea of actually testing it makes your stomach twist in knots, but the curiosity is unbearable. Sevika never says anything she doesn’t mean, and the way she had leaned in this morning, all confident and steady, had been… something.

By the time evening rolls around, you’ve made up your mind. You have to try. Just once. Just to see if she’s really okay with it—or if she was messing with you.

Sevika is lounging on your couch, her legs spread wide, an arm draped across the backrest as she scrolls through her phone. She’s the picture of casual dominance, and you’re trying your best not to let it get to you.

You clear your throat, and her eyes flick up to you. “Feeling human again?” she asks, her tone light but amused.

“Yeah,” you say, rubbing the back of your neck. “Thanks for… you know, everything. Last night, this morning…”

She shrugs. “Not a big deal. Someone’s gotta look out for you.”

You hesitate, shifting on your feet as you try to work up the courage. Your heart is hammering, but you force yourself to push forward. “Sevika?”

“Hmm?” She doesn’t look up from her phone, her attention only half on you.

You take a deep breath, your voice coming out softer than you intended. “…Mommy?”

Her reaction is immediate. Her head snaps up, her phone forgotten as her sharp grey eyes lock onto yours. For a moment, she says nothing, her expression unreadable. Then, slowly, the corner of her mouth curves into a smirk.

“Well, well,” she says, her voice low and teasing. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Your cheeks burn, but you don’t back down. “You said I could, so…”

She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees as she studies you with a look that makes your stomach do flips. “I did, didn’t I?”

The air between you feels heavier now, charged with something unspoken. You shift under her gaze, feeling both nervous and exhilarated.

“So…” you say, your voice faltering. “How was it?”

She chuckles, the sound deep and smooth as she sits back again. “Not bad,” she says, her smirk widening. “Though I think you can do better.”

“Better?” you echo, your voice squeaking slightly.

“Mmm.” She pats the empty space beside her on the couch. “C’mere.”

You hesitate for only a moment before crossing the room and sinking onto the couch next to her. She doesn’t waste any time pulling you closer, her strong arm wrapping around your shoulders as she turns to face you.

“If you’re gonna call me mommy,” she murmurs, her voice dropping to that dangerously low register that makes your heart race, “you’d better mean it.”

You blink up at her, your breath catching as she leans in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“Try again,” she whispers.

Your pulse is pounding now, but the warmth of her touch and the challenge in her voice push you to obey. You tilt your head up to meet her gaze, your voice coming out soft but steady.

“Mommy.”

Her smirk softens, her eyes darkening as her hand cups your jaw, her thumb brushing over your cheek. “Good girl,” she says, her voice like velvet.

Your heart stutters, and you’re pretty sure your face is on fire, but you don’t look away. The approval in her tone sends a rush of warmth through you, and suddenly, you’re not so embarrassed anymore.

Sevika’s smirk widens as she takes in your reaction, clearly pleased with herself. “You’re lucky I like you,” she murmurs, her hand sliding down to rest on your thigh. “Otherwise, you’d never hear the end of this.”

You laugh nervously, your voice shaky. “So… does this mean you’re okay with it?”

Her thumb presses into your thigh, just enough to make you squirm. “I’d say that’s an understatement.”

You don’t have time to respond before she leans in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that’s both possessive and tender. By the time she pulls back, you’re breathless, your mind spinning.

“Now,” she says, her voice dripping with authority, “why don’t you be a good girl and sit in my lap?”

You obey without hesitation, your embarrassment all but forgotten as you settle onto her strong thighs. Her arms wrap around you, holding you close, and the way she looks at you makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

Maybe calling her mommy wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

[mattsbratt333]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𓆉⋆｡˚⋆❀ 🫧𓇼

Author’s Note: I’m so happy to start this AU, I’ve been thinking of this specific AU and gathering everything to write this out. This is all my own work and this is not to be used as inspiration or to be copied <3

This series will include smut, mentions of blood (nothing too graphic just typical vampire stuff), biting kink, & fluff. MDNI

🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓

ྀ࿓ Incredibly, rough in bed. He has supernatural speed and strength from being a vampire, and that definitely carries on into the bedroom. Fast thrusts going in and out of you at a rate that has you not knowing when he is pulling out or pushing back in; pure pleasure is coursed through your body resulting in a hazy bliss state of mind.

“So..s..so fucking…go..good” Matt groans in your ear as his sharp thrust only seems to speed up as your walls continue to trap him in. “Fuck…fuck baby….gonna…shit…gonna cum…want me…fuck…wanna fill you up…ah…” Sinking his pearly white fangs into your shoulder. With a loud groan mixing in with a strangled out whimper, Matt coats your insides with his thick, hot cum. Pulling his head out from the crook of your neck he mumbles out soft praises and peppers soft, passionate kisses along your shoulders, not forgetting to smooth this warm tongue over the bite marks etched unto your neck.

ྀ࿓ Since you are a siren and Matt is a vampire, eternal life is granted for both supernatural beings. However Matt desperately craves to mark you as his and his alone. Begging you day and night to let him turn you into a vampire and be claimed as his for this life and the next. Until one day you surprise him….

“Hi handsome.” You whisper into Matt’s ear as you hug him from behind. Matt melts into your warm embrace with a soft sigh, before turning to face you and scooping you up in his arms. “Hi sweetheart.” He says peppering your face with kisses. Wrapping your legs around his waist as you look into his eyes, sharing soft loving smiles at each other. “I need to tell you something and when I do please don’t freak out and accidentally throw me.” You giggle out while looking up into his curious, big blue eyes. Without waiting on a response you continue on, “I’ve been thinking and I am ready for you to turn me.” You say while shyly smiling. Matt’s pearly white fangs shines against the light as his grin etches across his face. “Fuck…baby…are you positive?” He asks as you begin to feel something poking your ass from below. He’s hard. You allowing him to turn you into a vampire and to mark you as his for entirety made him hard. His possessiveness already peeking through at the idea of claiming you as his. The process was much easier than expected and Matt held you the entire way through only having to suck out your blood in exchange to get his blood into your system. However, the process was tiring for you due to the amount of blood removed and Matt’s blood entering your system. To say you were exhausted was an understatement, Matt made sure you stayed warm and hydrated throughout the night and never once left your side. Promising his eternal love to you forever not only with his marking on you, but with his undying affection words and actions.

ྀ࿓ Biting kink. Doesn’t matter if you are biting him or if he is biting you. He craves the feel of teeth of flesh. Once his or your new fangs settle onto each other’s skin, he is cumming load after load filling you up each time with whispered words of passion and adoration towards you.

ྀ࿓ With your newfound speed you two discovered a new little game between the two of you. Cat and Mouse. Dashing through the dark forest with Matt hot on your heels you can’t stop the heartbeat down there from the thrill of it all, knowing that when he catches you he won’t be letting you go for the rest of the night, lips clashing against lips until morning, sweaty bodies sticking to each other, the only noises that will be heard is whimpers and “I love you’s” and “mine” from the both of you.

ྀ࿓ The sex is 10x more intense due to both of your senses being heightened. You’re able to feel every inch and vein push through your heated warmth. Every fiber of yours is shivering and shaking due to the high that comes from Matt’s pointy fangs piercing through your delicate, soft skin.

ྀ࿓ Every night without fail, you two fall into a peaceful slumber, wrapped in each others embrace. Sleeping skin to skin with no barriers is a must, and not to mention the nightly cock warm of having each other as not so humanly close as possible.

🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓ 🐚 ྀ࿓

Author’s Note: I hope you love this just as much as I do. Any and all request and questions and more than appreciate please come talk and send it ask about these two. Much more is to come for this pair….

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

baby, can i please taste?

genre: smut, very little plot

warnings: periods, blood, mentions of scent, mentions of masturbation, oral (f.receiving dont yell at me!) , biting, unprotected sex, pet names

an: i literally texted bestie “is vampire chan period smut too much?” lmao yall might be grossed out. feel free to skip this one if that’s the case. but holy shit this got away from me and it’s.. so hot lol i screamed and giggled as i typed it. i’m nervous and embarrassed and giggly. 🙈 don’t look at me.

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you cuddled closer, your head against his chest, arm lazily thrown around his middle. you were both cozy on the couch, your latest drama obsession on the tv. he laughed at something on the screen, his stomach muscles flexing under the material of his shirt. it sent a shot straight to your core. how can the smallest thing turn you on? feeling his abs flex under your arm? it was also cruel that you were on your period. your body likes to play this mean joke on you every month. your period will start, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, your libido will rise. craving to be touched, but unable to do so. you groaned.

“what’s the matter, love?” his arm around you squeezed you tighter. “another cramp?”

he knew you were on your period. of course he did. he’s a vampire. he knows when it’s coming even before you do. he can smell it. he knows days before and he’s always prepared with your favorite snacks and shows. you loved that about him. but do you tell him what’s really on your mind?

you were silent for a moment, weighing your options. you didn’t think he would ever judge you. so you decided that you felt comfortable telling him.

“no.. not a cramp.”

you slid your hand under the fabric of his shirt, your palm splayed across his hard stomach. he stiffened. “baby don’t tease.” he said. “not when i can’t do anything about it.”

you hummed. “that’s exactly how i’m feeling.” you confessed. “frustrating, isn’t it?”

he sat up straighter, slightly pushing you away so he could look down at your face. “uh.. i’m confused?”

for a vampire that’s hundreds of years old, sometimes it takes him a minute to catch on. “i’m horny.” you said, deadpan.

he looked flustered. “oh.” he looked away from you, shifting his weight to hide his growing erection.

“does that bother you?” you asked. “that i’m on my period and i still want you?”

his gaze snapped back to you. this conversation made him nervous but he wanted to be very clear that you could never bother him. “of course that doesn’t bother me.” he said. “you could never bother me.”

“i don’t know.” you said. “i just thought maybe it would.. gross you out?”

“gross me out?” he scoffed. “why? because you’re bleeding?” he dramatically pointed at himself. “vampire. blood is kinda my thing.”

you laughed. “yeah but this is.. different?”

“how so?” he asked. “blood is blood.”

“yeah but this is coming from my..” your sentence trailed off, you couldn’t finish it.

“oh i know where it’s coming from.” he reached down to readjust his now fully erect tent in his pants. “and why would that all of a sudden make it gross? if anything.. it makes it better.”

okay now you were confused. “better?”

he closed his eyes for a minute, trying to compose himself. “you think that i don’t smell you?” he said. “every month i have to go an entire week with your scent being so much stronger. and i know it’s nothing compared to what you have to deal with during that week. that’s not what i mean..” he was rambling. “i just.. it’s the smell of your blood but it’s.. mixed. combined with the sweet smell of your pussy..” he inhaled deeply. his hands balling into fists. “i’m on edge all week.”

your clit pulsed with need. begging to be touched. “does.. the smell get stronger when i’m aroused?” you let your fingers explore the ridges of his muscle, rubbing your thighs together. “because this happens every month.. i always get needy around this time.”

“yeah it gets stronger.” his jaw was clenched. his nostrils flared. his eyes wild. “i know when you’re feeling that way. i.. i’ve had to excuse myself to the bathroom before to relieve some.. tension.”

you bit your lip. the mental image of him, locked in the bathroom, secretly fucking his fist to the thought of you on your period.. you couldn’t lie. it was hot.

“why haven’t you ever done something about it?” you ask. “why hide in the bathroom?”

he looked down at you. “i never wanted to make you uncomfortable. i didn’t want you to think i was some sort of.. deviant or something.” he chuckled nervously.

“i don’t think that.” your hand traveled down, ghosting over his clothed cock. “and.. what if i said i didn’t want you to hide?”

“then i would fuck you. with your permission, i won’t hold back any more.”

you squeezed his erection in your hand. “you have my permission.” you whispered, staring into his eyes.

and it was like something in him.. snapped. with a growl he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

he sat you on the counter. standing between your legs, he cupped your face in his hands. he kissed you deeply, his tongue invading your mouth. you clawed at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off. you wanted to see his beautiful body. he broke the kiss and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it to the side. he leaned into the shower, turning the knob. the water started running, steam slowly filling the room. you looked at him.

“i figure you don’t want to have to wash the sheets tonight.” he said.

you nodded. “you’re so smart.”

he kissed you again, before pulling your shirt off and throwing it on the floor next to his. he kissed down your neck, down to your breast. he nibbled gently, careful not to cut you with his fangs, which were fully revealed now, poking at his plump lower lip. your hands tugged at his curls, your head thrown back.

he grabbed you by the waist, effortlessly lifting you off the counter and placing you on your feet. he delicately traced his fingers along your skin, kissing you once more. he always knew how to make you feel beautiful. how to make you feel like you were precious to him. and that’s exactly what you were.. precious.

you tugged at the elastic of his boxers, wanting to feel the soft skin of his cock in your hand. he helped you pull them down, kicking them to the side. he stood before you, fully naked, and devastatingly handsome. he was all muscle, especially right now, his vampire body was tight and on edge. you wrapped your hand around him, pumping him slowly. he groaned, his head falling to your shoulder. he let you stroke him for a moment, enjoying the way your small hand felt against him. but he was growing impatient.

he dropped to his knees, hooking his fingers in your panties. he looked up at you, keeping eye contact as he pulled them down your legs. you were slightly embarrassed by the sight of your pad, attached to your underwear, but he didn’t seem to care. he paid it no mind, setting your panties to the side. his big hands gripped at your thighs, his mouth watering. your scent was so strong, his face only inches from your center, with no more obstacles in his way. he could taste his venom on his tongue.

he gazed at your pussy, the look on his face almost.. hypnotized? he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on your mound, fighting the urge to bite. “baby..” his voice was rough and deep, gravely with desire. “fuck.. angel.. i want you so bad.” his hands traveled around to squeeze your bare ass. “we better get in the shower before i make a mess on the rug.”

he stood up, kissing you, his erection poking at your skin. he held the curtain open for you, offering you his hand to hold as you stepped in. “careful baby.” he said. “and don’t stand in the water yet. i don’t want anything washed away.”

your cheeks flushed at his admission. he stepped in after you, opting to stand in the water himself, the droplets cascading down the ridges of his chest and tummy. he wasted no time in dropping to his knees again. he kissed along your thighs, looking up at you through his lashes. “can i?” he asked. he kissed his way over to your hip and then back across to the other side. “baby can i please taste? please?”

you nodded, spreading your legs wider for him. his pupils were so dilated that his eyes almost looked black. his dark eyes gazed upon your bare pussy again, his hands coming up to spread your lips apart. he inhaled, closing his eyes to fully appreciate your sweet scent. his cock jumped, slapping softly against his tummy, begging to be touched.

his fingers spreading your lips apart, he leaned forward and let his tongue slowly lave against your clit. you whimpered at the contact, finally getting some relief. he let his tongue dip into your hole and his chest rumbled with a low growl. he lifted one of your legs and draped it over his shoulder, giving him better access. his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, helping to hold you up. he lost himself in the taste of you, he had never had anything so delectable in his entire existence.

his fingers dug into your soft skin, his tongue pressing deeper inside you, licking at your walls. the sounds coming from his throat were almost animalistic. he groaned and grunted as he savored you. one of your hands tangled in his curls, pushing him further into you, his nose brushing your clit. “fuck..” you exhaled. you rocked your hips, rolling them against his face, riding his tongue. with each pass of your hips, your clit rubbed back and forth against his nose.

normally, in this situation, he would slide a finger or two into you. but he refused to pull his tongue out to make room for his fingers. and you didn’t mind, you were lost in the pleasure, loving the way he made you feel. “channie..” you breathed. “fuck.. i’m gonna cum..”

his nails dug into your flesh, sure to leave little crescent shaped bruises. he moaned against you, the vibrations spreading through your body. he drank from you, while never having to use his fangs. you ground yourself harder against his face, practically humping his nose. his cock was painfully hard. he wrapped his hand around himself, slowly stroking as he continued to taste you. your body began to shake above him. he slurped against your pussy, not ever wanting this to end.

with one final moan, you came apart. your thrusting hips stilled as your body convulsed. a new taste landed on his tongue, and he lapped it up, not wanting to waste a drop. he continued to eat you, lost in the taste, refusing to let go. his fantasy had finally come true, he just wanted to enjoy it a little longer.

instead of pulling on his curls, you started to push. “channie.. to much..” you complained, starting to feel overstimulated. with one final pass of his tongue along your walls, he forced himself to stop. he leaned back, resting on his heels. his lips and chin were red with your blood, his eyes closed, a stupid blissful smile on his face.

“that was amazing..” he panted. his eyes finally opened to look at you. you giggled at him.

“it was.” you agreed. “did you enjoy yourself?”

“fuck.” he scoffed. “i wish i could do that for the rest of eternity.” he leaned back into the stream of water, rinsing his face clean. you admired the way the water clung to his lips, how his hair stuck to his forehead.

he slowly stood up, his hands finding your hips, his lips finding your lips. his cock poking between your legs. he was still so hard. “i almost came in my hand.” he confessed. “but i want to be inside you when i cum.”

he kisses along your neck, over your pulse point. “is that okay, baby?” he breathed against your skin. “can i cum inside you?”

you head was cloudy. dizzy with desire. “y-yes.”

“hold on to me, yeah?” he put your hands around his neck. you locked your fingers together, gripping him tightly.

he gripped you by your thighs and lifted you off the ground, you legs wrapped around him, his tip prodding your entrance. “i know you tired baby..” he cooed into your ear. “i’ll be quick.”

he gently slid inside of you, the stretch making you whimper. he gave you a brief moment to adjust to him before he started slamming into you. he bounced you on his cock, used you like a toy for his own release. “you’re so perfect baby.” he praised. “letting me taste you and use you during this time.” he grunted. “gonna let me pump you full.”

you were practically limp in his arms, your body exhausted. but still your pussy fluttered around him, loving the way he felt inside of you. “mmm” he moaned. “there she is. there’s my girl pulsing around me. you gonna cum too baby?” he kissed along your shoulder, along you neck, licking at your skin, looking for the perfect spot, warning you.

you moaned, unable to form any words, but still your high approaching. “there you go baby. i’m not going to last much longer. you feel so good.” he rambled. “cum with me baby. come on.”

and after a few more thrusts, and a carefully placed bite, you did. the feeling of his fangs sliding into the delicate skin of your neck, caused you to clamp down around him, your nails digging into his neck as you held on, your body shaking. he stilled inside you, his cock twitching, releasing all he had. he only took a couple mouthfuls from your before he released, licking across the wound to help seal it.

he held you for a moment, both of you panting. he carefully slid out of you, and placed you down on shaky legs. “can you stand?” he asked, your feet on the floor but your weight still being held by him.

you nodded. “i think so..” he cautiously let you go. you held onto his arms, but were successfully able to hold yourself up. he held your hands, slowly stepping backwards, pulling you into the stream of water. he turned the knob, making it warmer. he grabbed the soap, squeezing some into his palm and gently cleaning you up. he cleaned himself and then shut the water off. he reached out around the curtain and grabbed a large towel, wrapping it around your body.

“are you okay, honey?” he asked, tucking your wet hair behind your ear.

you looked up at him, smiling. “mhm.” you said, before leaning into him. he wrapped his arms around you, your face against his chest. “are you okay?” you asked him.

“i loved every second of it, baby.” he said, kissing the top of your head. “as long as you don’t think differently of me.”

you looked up at him. “of course i don’t.” you brought your hand to his cheek. “i love you.”

“and i love you.” he smiled, placing a gentle kiss against your lips. “now let’s dry off and go finish our show. i have to know what happens.”

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party 4 u

gojo x f!reader 𓆩⟡𓆪 college au 𓆩⟡𓆪 wc: 1.3k notes: i rewrote this so many times before i decided to simplify it to what we have here with us today, i hope you enjoy! feedback is encouraged but please be nice!!

Gojo’s been up against the wall all night, the perfect spot to watch the door for you’re arrival. Geto leans next to him entertaining the small crowd that gathers around the two of them. Gojo blatantly ignores the smiling faces,

Then he sees you, leading your friend group into the house. He doesn’t wait a second, he digs into his pocket pulling out his chapstick. He applies it as he seems to carve space into the crowd making his way to you. Gojo doesn’t take his eyes off of you, that little black dress he got you and those black platforms that you loved, you were calling to him with the curls in your head and that lip combo he goes crazy over.

Gojo doesn’t hesitate. Once he’s close enough, he reaches out for your waist. You jump in surprise then settle nicely into his arms once you realizes who it is. He smiles at you, big and bright, looking down at you all hungry and wanting.

“Hey sweets, you look tasty,” then he kisses you deep and slow.

You wouldn’t admit the way you relax into his arms, or the quickness you kiss him back with, or how you pull him in for more. It was just, he’s such a great kisser and it had felt like forever since the last time you kissed him. You hope your friends forget the way you crumble after you insisted he’d have to beg for even a glance in his direction.

He pulls away leaving you a bit dazed, “let’s talk upstairs?”

Time slows for a second. You think of the car ride over and all the shit you talked but it was always different when he got in front of you. Gojo was a whirlwind, pulling you in or pushing you out, filling your mind with him.

You don’t even spare a glance to your friends before taking Gojo’s hand and following him upstairs.

You sit on his bed, his room surprisingly tidy like he knew he’d have company tonight. You wave your hand ushering for him to speak.

Gojo removes the stupid sunglasses he always had on indoors and his bright blue eyes shine in your direction. The eye contact is always jarring, his eyes typically hidden behind those round shades. He drops to his knees right in front of you. You click your teeth at the theatrics. He’s tugging your legs apart but you keep them firmly closed.

“Come on sweetheart,” he places a kiss to the top of your knee, “don’t be like that.”

You shake his touch off and he slouches in front of you like a kicked puppy. “Say something or I’m leaving.”

“Something.”

With an irritated sigh you stand up but Gojo latches to your torso quickly. ”I’m sorry, it was just, there.”

The impatient look on your face is loud and you don’t have to say anything else

“Baby please listen to me,” he pouts up at you from where his chin is digging into your belly button. “I’ve given you a week just like you asked! Did you get my email?”

“Yes and why did you send me an email?”

“Because you weren’t responding to my texts!”

You roll your eyes, flopping back onto the bed. Gojo had sent you a lengthy email towards the middle of the week. He was sorry for not understanding why you wanted him to unfollow all those girls on his SNS. Those were just all the people that wanted his number and got his account instead.

“I only follow them back if they’re attractive.” he heard himself after the fact but you were already over the conversation.

He put himself in your shoes. The idea of you following a bunch of guys, random or not, had made him so angry. At almost one in the morning he drafted that email and the next morning unfollowed everyone but friends on SNS.

“i unfollowed them,” his voice is saccharine. He lays his head on your knee looking up at you, “all of them.”

The email said the same thing and you had watched his following count drop in real time but you never replied. All for the satisfaction of this moment. Gojo on his knees begging for your forgiveness.

“None of them are as pretty as you, as beautiful as you, as interesting as you.” he places another kiss to your knee.

You let him ramble, “if you told me to jump off a cliff I would, if you told me to kill someone I would, I would do anything for you. You are my everything.”

He pulls your legs apart and this time you let him. Gojo places gentle kisses to your inner thigh, sorry eyes peering up at you. Heat pools in your stomach at his pitiful expression.

“I brought us something for when you started talking to me again," he continues with trying to appease you.

Not if but when.

Gojo doesn’t wait for you to ask what, “they’re matching undies. With I heart Gojo on the band, mine say your name.”

His big hands slide up your thighs and under your dress. His fingertips tease about your panties.

“I want you to wear them so I can pull them to the side and fuck you in them.”

Your breath catches in your chest. Gojo’s fingers dip into your underwear pulling them down before pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. Your dress slides up and gives you a great view of Gojo leaning in closer to your core.

His breath ghosts over your cunt. “Do you forgive me baby?”

He presses his lips to your mound tongue darting out giving it a firm lick. He wraps his lips around your clit, sucking and pulling off. The rise and fall of your chest his heavy, pleasure zings through you. Gojo hums against your pussy, asking again for your answer, as he stiffens his tongue.

The sound of him lapping at you makes your head swim. This entire situation was overwhelming. From the sounds, to Gojo slurping you up like a man dying of thirst, to the fucking question. You begin to grind against his fact. He holds eye contact as you thread your fingers through his hair.

“Make me cum and I’ll forgive you.”

His eyes roll back into his head. White eyelashes brush his cheek as they flutter shut at the idea. Gojo rises to the challenge doubling his efforts. Your body trembles at his vigor. You let your body fall back onto the bed and he pulls you closer to him.

You gasp and writhe, toes curling, “Satoru!”

Drowning in pleasure you miss his right hand shoving its way into his pants.

Gojo’s favorite taste is you. His favorite flavor is your juices and he doesn’t want to waste a drop. He slurps and sucks loudly, dragging his tongue all across your fold. He’s determined to earn his forgiveness. He knows it’s coming with the way you’re twitching under him. Your moans rise in pitch getting louder.

“Fuck,” it’s strained, “ah! fuck!”

You breath through your orgasm, tingles prickling across your skin. Gojo goes a few seconds longer before pulling off. You finally notice the frantic movement of his arm.

“Do you forgive me baby? Fuck, did I do a good job?” His voice is whiny and his mouth drops open to pant, “Will you talk to me again sweets I miss you.”

“Yes,” you reply breathlessly, “you did such a good job Toru, I forgive you.”

Gojo lets out a long loud groan and he cums hard into his fist.

“Thank you,” he cries out, “I'm sorry! thank you!"

His head rests against you thigh as he catches his breath. He places a kiss to your inner thigh before climbing on top of you. Gently, he kisses you, and you kiss back with hunger.

[howdoyousleep3]

Looking back and reflecting through prayer and journaling, Steve realizes it was his fault. 

The long looks that could have easily been interpreted as yearning, the unsuitable timing of said looks, the tone in his voice when he knew for a fact it was Bucky on the other side of the confessional and he did nothing to shift said tone of his voice to a more appropriate one.

It’s his fault and he’s admitted it. He’s spent his evenings praying—begging— for forgiveness, spent his nights on his knees until they’ve been left bruised, ruined the pages of his Bible from the tears he’s wept over it. 

None of it has come close to quelling the consuming feelings he has for Bucky Barnes. 

Bucky Barnes has ruined his goddamn life. He’s made Steve question his purpose, his past, his life, his future. 

Everything. He’s ruined it all. 

But Christ, Steve can’t stay away. 

The feeling he receives from being the reason such a beautiful being cries from pleasure or otherwise make him feel like—

Like God. 

Like God.  

Steve was horrified when Bucky dropped to his knees in front of him in his office that fateful evening, couldn’t believe his eyes when Bucky began to weep and grab at the obvious bulge at his crotch and fist at his hair. 

“I don’t know what to do, Father. It hurts. It has to be a punishment for the things I can’t stop thinking about. Please, help me. Please…” 

Steve may have been possessed. 

When he reached for Bucky, out of his own mind and unable to grasp reality or his purpose, he knew the moment his fingertips came in contact with the moist skin of Bucky’s cheek he was about to enter into a world of inevitable and eternal damnation. 

“Tell me where it hurts, son. Tell me what you think about.”

An entire life dedicated to God couldn’t stop his own traitorous cock growing so full, so painfully fast that he nearly doubled over when Bucky uttered the words— 

“I can’t stop thinking about y-you, Father.”

And then Bucky had shuffled forward on his knees, letting out a pitiful noise with each jerky movement, and pressed the bulge of his crotch against Steve’s shin, through his robe.

Lucifer was described as beautiful, the seal of perfection. He was an angel before he was cast out. 

Bucky is Steve’s personal Lucifer. 

“I want to know everything you think about. You kneel here and tell me. I will help you, my son.” 

Steve had never heard such filth, such utterly disgusting filth:

“I can’t look at you without getting hard. I look at you and I want to let you inside of my body, want to put you in my mouth. I come to service and look at you and listen to you and get so hard I have to go to the bathroom to…to touch myself. I’ve never done anything, nothing– I swear I’m a good boy. But I look at you and I want to be so so bad, Father. What am I supposed to do? How do I…do I stop feeling this way?” 

It was seeing the young man’s tears that made Steve feel the most arousal, he realized. Not that Bucky was sobbing as he spoke and practically humping Steve’s leg; it was the tears. How beautiful he was when he wept before Steve, on his knees.

Steve reached for his rosary the moment he came back to his body enough to realize he too was hard. 

“You must repent, Bucky,” he heard himself say, tone hushed and reverent. “You must ask for forgiveness.” 

And God damn him, God damn him, he closed his eyes as he laid his hand in Bucky’s hair, softer than silk, and whispered, “You must give into temptation to be forgiven in full…” 

Steve never stood a chance against being faced with his own temptation.

Neither did Bucky, it seemed.

Weeping while he rubbed his erection against Steve’s leg was nothing compared to weeping with his mouth stretched lewdly around Steve’s cock.

Steve had not once felt pleasure like this in his life, had never come close to experiencing something of such bliss. Feeling the inside of Bucky’s mouth, his tongue, was otherworldly.

His pleasure growing tenfold hearing and watching Bucky struggle to take him, to suck on him, made him question whether or not he was made for a secular life instead.

Steve prayed for their two souls anyway. 

“God the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son…” 

Bucky sobbed and sputtered, gagged and sucked, whimpered and sniffled.

“...has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us for the forgiveness of sins…”

When Bucky’s hands came up to grasp Steve’s hips, when he leaned forward to shove Steve further into his mouth as if he were starving and desperate, Steve fisted the hand that held onto the rosary into his hair, holding Bucky in place as his hips took on a mind of their own.

“...through the ministry of the Church may God give you pardon and peace…” 

Bucky’s sobs blended with moans as Steve fucked his mouth, noise so sweet Steve closed his eyes once more to memorize the noise of it.

“...and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father, and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit…” 

Steve’s last bit of self-control was used to not let out a ferocious groan as he came down Bucky’s throat, teeth gritted as he forced Bucky’s mouth further down on his cock, until he felt Bucky’s tongue on his balls. 

“Amen…” 

It pulled Steve back to reality, that amen. He shoved at Bucky’s shoulder, pushed him back and away from his still-twitching cock, from his trembling body. 

The sight of a dizzy and hungry Bucky, mouth slick with cum and lips and cheeks cherry red, rubbing pathetically at his crotch from the outside of his pants while crying out, “Amen! Amen!” as he obviously came in his pants on the floor of Steve’s office is an image that will be branded in Steve’s brain until the day he sees the pearly gates. 

That’s if this doesn’t send him to Hell instead.

Bucky leaned down then, pants wet and still sniffling, and pressed his lips against Steve’s shoes. His feet. 

“Thank you, Father. Thank you…” 

Steve was indeed going to hell. 

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Desire (part 2)

Player 001 x reader [SMUT]

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Part 1

Tw: mentions of death, drugs, and physical abuse done to reader in a past relationship.

“The mask.” You said as you scanned his body.

“I can’t” he replies.

“So, you’re going to eat with it on? Pretty fucking dumb if you ask me” you scoffed. You walked up to him. Reaching for his mask, he grabbed your wrist before you could touch it. “I’m not scared of you.” You say, barely above a whisper.

“I am a million times more horrific than you are, (y/n). You don’t scare me either, even after your performance.” He answers back.

“Just let me see how beautiful you are” you beg quietly. he slowly leg go of your wrist, trusting you. You slowly remove his mask. Revealing beautiful, dark, eyes. His face was one of a kind, beautiful in every way. “You’re so handsome” you say.

“Thank you” he smiled shyly. “Dinner” he said, leading you to the ball room. You sat at a smaller table, Facing each other.

“What would you like to drink?” He asked pulling your chair, waiting for you to sit down.

“Whiskey please” you respond as he pushed in your chair.

“So, Mr. Front man, how did you get here?” You ask over the brim of your glass.

“In ho” he said. “my name is In Ho”

“Oh, well In Ho, how did you get here?”

“Well, I was a past winner. But, after I won, I had now where to go so the Front Man offered me his job so he could be a VIP” he explained. “I’m not necessarily supposed to be telling you this…” he trailed as if erasing every everything he said.

“It’s okay, I have no one to tell” you say, smiling sadly. “My mom died giving birth to me and my dad… well, he got really into some bad shit and he’s i dont know where”

“Have you tried to find him?” In Ho asked, making a mental note of something he couple do for you.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking for a really long time. I was actually spending my last few won on a bus ticket before your recruiter approached me offering to play Ddakji for money.” You responded. You sat in silence for a moment, the only sound was the slight scraping of silverware as you ate.

“I miss my father” you admitted. Words that had never been spoken. “I just wish I knew where he was, I wouldn’t judge him or try to fix him if he didn’t want to be fixed… I just want to see him and show him how strong I am.” In Ho nodded. You started to shed tears, the first time he had seen you cry since you had been there. He rushed to your side.

“Hey, it’s okay” he got onto one knee to level with you. “(Y/n), we will find him. I will find him… for you” he said. You looked at him, locking eyes intensely. In a moment of emotion, you kissed him. Surprised, you pulled back, covering your mouth.

“I’m so sorry, i don’t know why i- “ In Ho rapidly pressed his lips onto yours quickly. You melted into the kiss, he stood pulling you with him. He pushed you against the table, heatedly making out with you. You moaned into the kiss, allowing his tongue entry. He searched your mouth, almost like he was counting teeth. He hiked up your dress picking you up and setting you on the table, holding you close to him. You started undoing his belt.

“Wait” he gasped, breaking apart from you. Your face was flushed, grabbing his face and kissing him again. You continued to undo his belt. He picked you up again, making you wrap your arms around his neck. He carried you out of the ball room, stopping on the wall outside to make out. He continued walking, stopping periodically to make out on walls.

You finally made it to his room. He dropped you onto the bed, crawling between your legs as you sat back in bed breathlessly. You looked at him, his neck covered in lips stick kiss marks.

He planted his lips on yours once more, allowing you to undo his neck tie and star unbuttoning his shirt. You pushed his shirt back as his pulled you further underneath him, towering over you. He trailed kisses down your jaw before attaching to your neck, marking you as his.

He laced an arm under your thigh, grinding into you as he did, pulling a sinful moan of out your body. He left hickies on every square inch of your neck, deep purples and blues starting to surface. He pulled the hem of your dress up and teased your clit through the sheer thong you wore. Gaining groans from deep within you, you looked at him, a smirk plastered on his face at the face that he is destroying a self-proclaimed demon who feared no man.

“Not, so big now huh, (y/n)?” He teased playfully. You turned your head from embarrassment. He snuck his hand into your panties, sinking two fingers into your core. A guttural moan of satisfaction left your tiny body. “You’re nothing more than a girl, (y/n).” He whispered in your ear. “But, you’re my girl now” Admittedly, you were wrapped around his fingers and soaking the palm of his hand.

You were his, his because of his mesmerizing movements within you, his because of his face, his because you decided you were.

“I’m yours because I choose to be” you say aloud. “Because i choose to be”

“Is that what you need to tell yourself, beautiful? To fulfill your ego?” He taunted. “I’ll admit, you heartlessly killed a man, but that man truly was nothing. Not a real man. You have a real man, at the mercy of a real man” His fingers left you earning a dissatisfied cry. He pulled your dress over your head, revealing scars. His cockiness leaving him in an instant. “Who did this to you?” He whispered.

“A man.” You said quietly, the heat of the moment overriding any emotions you could feel from those horrible memories.

“I’m going to kill him” he growled, he undid his slacks, throwing them on the floor along with every article of clothing worn by both of you. He searched your face as his cock laid before your entrance, almost as if it was kneeling before you. Men seemed to be at your mercy, he was starting to realize, you were a bigger threat than he perceived you to be.

“I want to feel you” you say, barely audible over the heavy panting between the two of you. “I want it all” You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him into you. You hear him groan in pleasure as you gasped at the feeling.

“Fuck, for being so evil, you feel like heaven” he groaned into your ear as he began thrusting inside of you. Everything in him wanted to please you, he forgot his own needs, he only cared for yours. He kept a steady pace, keeping his orgasm at bay. Your pretty moans and cries a symphony to him ears.

“Faster” you gripped onto him. He fucked you, reaching to the depths of your cold and hardened heart, like he was trying to reach a real part of you. You retuned the favor by marking his back with scratches, surely blood would be trickling from them when he stood up later. He didn’t mind it, anything done to him from you is a mark of an angel. He needed it. Your sinful moans grew louder as you neared your peak. He willed himself not to cum, forcing his hips to stutter as he bore his cock inside of you over and over again.

“Oh my god” you whimpered, almost at the edge of your climax.

“Cum on my cock, please” he begged in a breathy voice. “I need it, please (y/n)” he felt your pussy tightening around him, the feeling almost unbearable for him. He could only hold himself for cumming for a little longer, not being able to promise himself he wouldn’t cum inside of you.

“In Ho” you breathed. “I’m going to cum” you cry loudly. Your body convulsed violently, your legs shaking around him as he slammed into you.

“Be a good girl and cum on my cock” he insisted.

“Fuck” you screamed as you came, dragging your nails down his back mercilessly. He rode your waves of pleasure as he felt his release breaking lose. “Cum in me, cum in me In Ho” you begged. Your begging sent him flying over the edge, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he did so. Cumming deeply in your pussy, cursing your name as he did. He thrusted into you a few more times before pulling out and collapsing beside you.

“Now, answer me. Who did this to you?” He asked.

“It was a man named-“

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I saw your post about a dark fantasy…

Here is mine ✨♾️

I want to be walking around downtown in a slutty little skirt and shirt basically showing myself off. After all I just want to be used. Some guy keeps eyeing me but I keep denying him because I’m with my home girls, once it’s already very late and I’m the sober one I walk my friends to there rides and wait for mine. While requesting a ride the guy I rejected comes up to me and takes me down an ally. He pins me against the wall and starts slapping my ass telling me how I shouldn’t have been teasing him and being all slutty. Then drags me by my hair and takes me in his car/van. I’m all tied up with my boobs out and my panties cut off. I don’t know where he is taking me and once we reached his dungeon he takes me and ties me up and flogs me, pulls out all his toys and tells me “I’m going to keep you up for hours. You wanted to be acting like a whore I’ll treat you like one.” Putting a vib on my clit edging me for a while then gets a dildo and fucks me with it not giving me any type of break and letting me cum and degrades me for finishing getting of to this even if I’m begging for him to stop, when he does stop he face fucks me telling me I’m made for this and it’s all I should be doing. Doesn’t cum in my mouth but all over my body and tells me to stay calm and be patient we aren’t done yet. Let’s his buddy he was also eyeing me in the club have some fun with me by fingering me and slapping my cunt and spitting on me. Then the first guy finally puts his dick in me while his friend watches and I squirm telling him I don’t want this and to stop but my body is completely betraying me and he says “you keep saying stop please no! But your body is clenching around me, getting more wet! You wanted this.” I try not to cum and I just start saying please over and over again and then the other friend puts his dick in my mouth to shut me up and they start recording me going on hard and rough not letting me breath or take a break just being built to be the slut I was born to be. The friend finishes in my mouth and leaves while the first guy cums inside me and I think it’s over but he grabs a dildo again and plugs it inside me and makes use of can’t slip out. “I told you I’ll do whatever I want to you. I’ll make you beg, cry, hell I’ll make you admit you wanted this then just maybe I’ll stop” as he grabs my hair to make me face him and he slaps my face as I’m crying and moaning wanting to cum and he says “cum and say you wanted this.” As he puts his finger on my clit and I squirt and he doesn’t stop “I said tell me you wanted this! Say it’ say ur a slut who can’t control what her body wants.” And finally I’m cumming and saying “I’m a dirty girl who wanted this all along… I wanted to be raped.” And he unties me and lets me go but I’m so weak to move I just lay there watching him leave…

Fuck this is such a hot scenario, and probably one of my favourites too. Although I'm too possessive to share my prized victim with anyone else, but I'll make you feel like you are violated by more than one guy, all by myself.

Something triggers inside me when you reject me in the club, but you are wearing an outfit that is meant to get attention from men. I made sure to have an eye on you until you left the bar with your drunk girl friends and noticed how you are the only one who's sober. I didn't like your 'holier than thou - i don't drink but I'll be their guardian angel' attitude you had. That's why I jumped you as you waited for your ride.

I'll have one of those ominous looking vans with big empty space at the back and just 2 seats at the front. I'll take you right there for round one before I continue using you at my secret sex dungeon. I used my handy rope I keep in my van to tie you all up, and cut your clothes even more, so that the outfit matches your expectation of what you wanted to wear at the club but couldn't - your boobs out, visible curvy hips, and no panties to show off that shaved pussy under your skirt.

I'll have so much fun in the van, making you ride on my cock as tears trickle down your face and your tits bounce and flap around as I grab your hips and pushing you down on my cock. I'll make sure to stuff your mouth and asshole and keep switching which holes I choose to plug while I'm using the other hole. I'm gonna manhandle you and push your face on the floor while I use your fleshlight worthy pussy and feel it clench around my hard cock, all while your screams feel like moans, making me all the more feral. I'm gonna cut your skin in a few places and watch you wince in pain and spank your ass hard until I can see my own hand forming as an imprint on your ass cheeks.

You will be cumming so hard around my cock from all of the stimulation even though your mind is actively resisting it. The moment you pass out, I drive you out to my sex dungeon and I'll prep you up for round two and I'll record every single bit of it, and make you watch it over and over when I'm not using you.

If you are lucky, I might invite some guys to come jerk their cum on your body, but they can only watch as I fuck you so hard that it only makes them cum that much faster.

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May I kiss you?

Hello hello, I am interrupting honeymoon posting with a little angsty interlude. Rook isn't doing well after the Fade Prison and Emmrich wants to help so much, but he keeps getting pushed away. (Of course there's a happy ending, I'm still me)

It's on ao3 here, snippet below.

And the rest of my fic is here.

“Rook, please, talk to me,” he said, almost begging, and made a move to sit beside him and that managed to shake Rook out of his frozen state.

“Emmrich, I- I can’t, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” he stammered, cringing away from him and he rushed out of the door, leaving Emmrich standing there, too stunned to go after him.

Was Rook afraid of him? What did that place do to him?

He hated Solas with every single fiber of his being, there was such a burning rage inside him that he felt like screaming, but he couldn’t even do that. What if Rook heard him? The thought of scaring him any more than he already was made him sick, so he sat down on the vacated cot instead, burying his face in his hands.

He hadn’t seen him for the rest of the day. Not during dinner, not when he went to sleep once he became too exhausted to keep his eyes open.

Hi guys, here's a new one @mercars-musings, @sorrowsfallallaround, @spinfins, @starfleetteddybear, @redheadsramblings, @lavender-tea-fling

[liveyun]

out of reach | knj

pairing. kim namjoon x gn ghost!reader

genre. paranormal, angst

contains. themes of grief and loss, hallucinations (?), mentions of mental instability, this is just so sad <\3

wc. ~520

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

Namjoon doesn’t even realize he’s left the studio until he’s standing at the door of his house, his keys trembling in his hand.

His brain has been static for what felt like hours — notes on paper that didn’t make sense, lyrics that felt like they were written by someone else.

Nothing fits anymore. Nothing feels like his.

Not the music, not the house, not himself.

Not his life.

The moment he steps inside, the air changes. It’s kind of. . . heavier here. Colder. Like the place is holding its breath. Like how devoid it is of life blooming inside.

His bag slides from his shoulder to the floor with a thud, but he doesn’t move to pick it up. His eyes are already searching the dimly lit living room, scanning for something, someone.

He sees you.

You’re sitting on the edge of the couch, your figure faint in the half-light, like a smudge on glass that he can never quite clean. Your hair falls around your face like it always used to, and for a split second, Namjoon forgets.

He forgets you’re not supposed to be here.

“You. . you’re still here,” he says, his voice hoarse from hours of silence, the words slipping out before he can stop them.

Even his voice feels like it doesn’t belong to him.

You lift your head slowly, your expression unreadable, your hands clasped loosely in your lap. “You always say that,” you murmur. “But you know I can’t stay.”

His heart stumbles in his chest, and he takes a shaky step toward you. He can’t remember when did his heart beat this fast the whole day as it is now. “Then why do you keep coming back?”

The ghost of a smile crosses your face — something soft and sad, something that cuts him deeper than any blade could.

“Because you keep calling me.”

Namjoon swallows hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. “I’m going insane,” he says, the words falling out of him like a confession. Like a burden being lifted off his shoulders. “I feel like I’m losing my mind, and I don’t know what’s real anymore. You’re here, but you’re not. You’re talking to me, but . . . but you’re not.”

“I never wanted this for you,” you whisper, your voice like the wind, fragile and fleeting. Something tingles in the back of his head at how soothing your voice is, to him. “I wanted you to live, Joon. To live. To . . forget. To move on.”

“How?” he demands, his voice rising, cracking, breaking. “How am I supposed to move on when you’re still here? When you keep showing up like this, like . . like you’re haunting me on purpose?”

You stand then, your figure flickering faintly, like a candle about to burn out. “I’m not haunting you,” you say softly.

“You’re haunting yourself.”

The words hit him like a punch to the chest, knocking the air out of his lungs. He takes another step forward, his hands reaching out toward you, desperate to feel something, anything.

“Please,” he begs, his voice pleading. “Stay. Stay with me. Just a little longer. Please.”

You look at him for what feels like an eternity, your eyes full of all the things you’ll never get to say. And then he watches with unblinking eyes as you fade, your outline dissolving into the cold, empty air.

Namjoon falls to his knees, his hands clutching the space where you used to be.

Where you’ll always be, just out of reach.

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

a/n : hello ! i miss joon a lot (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ) . .

thank you for reading. i’ve been struggling a lot with life lately and the writing block has been draining my energy since quite sometime, so, your feedback means a lot to me.🩶 take care x

[miustrz]

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You should’ve known better.

Your voice was barely above a whisper, full of frustration. The argument with Inho had gone on long enough, and you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed your bag, throwing everything in as quickly as you could.

"Y/n, please just listen to me," he pleaded, stepping toward you. "I love you. I was wrong to distance myself. Just hear me out. I have my reasons."

You pulled your arm away from him, your anger flaring. "Reasons? Is that what you call them? Excuses?"

You shoved more things into your bag, trying to leave. But Inho wasn’t giving up.

“So that’s it? You’re just gonna run away?” He scoffed, his voice mocking. "You're acting like a child, Y/n. Always running from your problems."

You could feel the tears starting to fall, but you wiped them away quickly. How could he be so cold? So ruthless?

"I'm not running away!" Your voice cracked, breaking under the weight of everything. "I'm just done."

Inho softened his tone, his voice desperate. "Then talk to me, Y/n. Please. I love you so much. Just talk."

You froze, looking at him. His words hit you like a punch, making you second-guess everything. He cheated on you, and yet here he was, begging for you to listen. Maybe he didn’t mean it, maybe it was a mistake…

His hand grabbed yours, pulling you to a stop. You didn't want to move.

Was this manipulation?

He looked deep into your eyes, his gaze full of need. You saw the sincerity, but you also saw the anger behind it. You wanted to pull away, but you couldn’t.

Before you could say anything, he leaned in and kissed you. It was wrong. Everything about it felt wrong. You pushed against his chest, trying to break free, but he held on tighter.

He then pulled, realistically forced, you into a kiss. It felt gross. It didn’t feel genuine at all. For the first time in a while.

"Get off me!" you shouted, panic flooding your voice.

He pulled back, his face twisted in anger. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?" he sneered. "You think you're so much better than me?"

You stood there, shaking. He didn’t look guilty. He didn’t care. He walked away with that smirk on his face.

This is who he was. A monster.

a/n: send requests pls i’m dying!!